The Correct Posture For Salted Fish To Turn Over

Moreover, in the phalanx of heavy cavalry, the Mongolian cavalry has a big weapon.

That is the mace.

This weapon, which has been fixed to the side of the horse body, finally played a decisive role in the moment of the head-on confrontation between the two armies.

I saw that these heavy cavalrymen did not draw their swords at all, and all kinds of strange-shaped maces slammed into the opposing cavalry team.

There were waves of whistling sticks with ‘huhu’, and the soldiers holding the scimitars didn’t even have the ability to resist.

The high-speed impact of the horses, the heavy force of the heavy-armored troops, and the sharp blades of various structures on the mace have become the sickle of the **** of death, the perfect tool for harvesting life.

A burst of yellow whirlwind cavalry passed through the skirmishers of thousands of people.

Then left a whole piece of corpse that couldn't be put together by a patchwork, and a formation that was washed away and fled.

Among these disintegrated teams, An Laden is surrounded by a few heartfelt guards and escorts. He has only one idea now, running to his own camel cavalry team, and he still has a chance to survive.

If we were to join the group of coalition forces who had not succeeded in doing enough, it would only be annihilated by the regiment.

Sorry brothers from all countries, although I stand under the banner of the coalition army, how to preserve the strength of my ancient Khorasan country is the most important thing.

By this time, the shortcomings of the coalition forces of various countries have emerged.

They were the ones with constant small frictions, and they didn't have a solid foundation for friendship.

If it hadn't been for the kings of Huaganzimo for giving too many benefits, they wouldn't have sent their elites to travel long distances over this muddy water.

However, as long as he can get away with his life this time, he An Laden will one day make these arrogant Mongolian cavalry look good!

What he was thinking about, he smelled the pungent smell of camels, and his elite troops were about to arrive.

An Laden's face just showed a little bit of joy, and he looked forward. After seeing the situation in front of him, his face instantly changed.

It's just because the cavalry phalanx that has rushed into the deep turf is under the harassment of countless Mongolian light cavalry like flies.

They didn’t come close, and they used the bows and arrows that were a bit more proficient than them and had a farther range to harass the heavy cavalry’s phalanx, and under a single blow, it depleted the look. Proper defense has actually caused casualties, the phalanx of camel cavalry.

It perfectly implemented the phalanx arranged by Gu Zheng and absolutely not directly confronted with the opponent's special arms.

In this regard, An Laden can do nothing.

All his emotions now turned into horror, especially after the rumbling of iron hoofs came from behind him again.

"Not good! The Mongolian heavy cavalry is chasing over!"

"Attention everyone, listen to my command! All personnel retreat in the direction of the northwest! Retreat!"

"The cavalry captain of the camel phalanx, are you all TM's smelly SB! Three-toed camels, let them run into the deep grass turf."

"Do you think that your mount is not enough to pierce it?"

"This TM is not a hard horseshoe!"

"Fool! Evacuate the terrain here! Quickly move towards the Gobi! Run for me!"

"Anita thorn is only a hundred miles away from here. As long as we assemble with the army of the Huajianzimo, we still have hope!"

"Go!"

Under the leadership of the Supreme Commander, these invincible camel heavy cavalry, who resisted the Egyptian army to the west of the Nile, were like rabbits chased by wolves. They swiftly marched toward the Gobi Desert. Away.

The heavy cavalry leader Gu Zheng, who followed them behind, gave a weird smile in the direction where they fled, and then shook his horse's head and commanded the soldiers behind him.

"The plan to drive the sheep has been achieved. Let go of the fattest ones and let them lead us."

"As for the rest of the skinny ones, brothers can figure it out."

"It's still the old rule. Pick out these people's noses, and when they go back to the camp, they will reward them for their merits!"

"Oh oh oh!"

When it comes to merit, these Mongolian soldiers are like crazy.

The scattered troops that had already been rushed by them now were surrounded by the light cavalry who rushed to this empty field.

However, within a few moments, these elite cavalry troops, which symbolized the Arab countries, and the myths of the ancient Persian country, were wiped out by the vulgar Mongolians.

Not only that, but the prairie people who used to be short of material have brought the good habit of never making empty money to the battlefield.

Those corpses wearing black gauze can still maintain their final dignity, and those knights wearing armor that shines like a flower peacock are treated cruelly and inhumanly.

After a short period of effort, only a white **** was left on the battlefield.

I don't know if it's because of the difference of race. The skin color of those people is a little special white, so that when turning the horse's head, some buddies reluctantly swallowed a few mouthfuls.

When this group of warriors came out, they were dressed lightly, and now the horsebacks behind them are hung with bags that look like thin nets.

There are expensive knives inside, and armor inlaid with jewels. In their pockets, there are also jewels that I don’t know where they found.

They don't dislike it being picked from the dead. These expensive metals can be exchanged with the Southerners for the most exquisite drinks, as well as silk that is as slippery as a woman's skin.

The soldiers who had tasted the sweetness swept away their frustration when they had just deviated from the channel and lost their way.

On the contrary, there were a few bold leaders in twos and threes, and they surrounded Gu Zheng, who was walking leisurely in front of the horse team.

"Commander."

The few words in front are naturally removed.

This is the recognition of a commander and the courtesy of the young man who marched for the first time.

"Let's chase it right now and grind the escaped Camel Cavalry to death, right?"

"I just watched it. They retreated with the high-ranking official, as well as their logistics supply team."

"At that time, the brothers will be able to make a lot of money, and they won't fight again for this little money, right?"

Gu Zheng, who was enjoying the beautiful exotic scenery on horseback in front of him, shook his fingers, pointed in the direction they were fleeing, and said his ultimate goal.

"No hurry, in the vast grassland, it is not easy to find the right direction. Now there are ready-made good-hearted people to lead us."

"Why should we bother our brothers in the investigative force anymore?"

"Do you know how the wolves play with their prey? Let them lead us to the city of Antarctica."

"When they chase them in panic all day long, let them taste the power of our Mongolian iron horse."

"I really thought that getting some strange camels would make us helpless? A joke!"

In the era of cold weapons, every kind of weapon innovation is fatal to the war pattern of the entire era.

In this era, the strong bow that the Mongolian people can't reach and use is the magic weapon for the entire Mongolian team to defeat the enemy.

Don't talk about camels, even elephants, do the same for them.

Confident Gu Zheng looked back at the group of young faces behind him with great enthusiasm.

After sweeping all the troops behind him, and not missing any of them, he threw the scimitar, which symbolized the command, high.

"Follow me! Warriors of the longevity heaven!"

"The fortunes of Anita Thorn City are beckoning us!"

"Oh! Rollolo!"

Gust of wind and grass,

Horseshoes on the ground,

Billowing yellow dust,

Long tune.

Countless heroes, the triumphant song that started the war, rushed to the birth of a new miracle.

This run, the moon is as cool as water.

The sun on the grassland seems to be bigger and rounder than the other places.

But now Gu Zheng has no time to look at the beauty of the sky, because his attention has been completely attracted by the new people appearing under the hillside.

Leaving the vast Gobi grassland, what appeared in front of Gu Zheng was a piece of exotic architecture.

The arched white roof, as the main building complex, must be the same as the temple in this small town.

Surrounding these buildings are dotted houses.

The colors of the tops of these houses in the Silan system are mainly white, which is a pure color.

It is decorated with a touch of grass-like faint green and bright and dazzling colors.

This piece of dirt road, which should have been yellow, gave the silhouette a good look.

In the small town after nightfall, a little bit of light flashed from the street, which made Gu Zheng looked at the various small dots on the map with some doubts. UU reading www.uukanshu.com is why not choose An Laden here. After taking a rest for the whole night, I was puzzled.

That group of people actually rushed through the night?

why is that?

However, Gu Zheng, who had subconsciously reduced the map, had his eyes realized after seeing the map sign in front of him.

It turned out that the Anita Spike City was already close at hand under the cover of late night.

Fortunately, he didn't act rashly, and rushed directly into this defenseless town, slashing all at once.

Otherwise, maybe his actions tonight might disrupt his father Khan's march plan.

It stands to reason that the Three-Route Army should have gathered under the Anita Spike City a long time ago, but now that there is no sound of wind, Gu Zheng can judge that his father Khan must have his idea.

With this in mind, Gu Zheng quietly retreated from the hillside, waved to the cavalry captains beside him, and pointed to a direction to their left.

"Go! You can't fight the grass and startle the snake. Let's join the other two armies first, and see how Father Khan arranged it."

The generals next to him who had planned to follow him through the last battle asked: "Commander, did we just let this small town go?"

And Gu Zheng packed up a ticket towards them: "Listen to me, after gathering under Father Khan's account, you will know how wise my decision is."

The Mongolian army is not good at all, the autonomy of the team is a little less controlled when it encounters the target of looting.

They seemed to particularly enjoy the process of the robbery.

Because it is not produced by itself, let alone spend a long time in manpower and material resources.

Who wouldn't want to achieve a goal that can be achieved with just a little effort and a shake of the scimitar in his hand?