Zhao Muyun led Wu Shangzhi's 550 cavalrymen and galloped all the way. When they crossed a ridge, Weizhou City suddenly appeared before their eyes.
He thought that the area outside Weizhou City should be in a mess just like Feihukou.
However, the scene before him made him frown deeply.
Although King Zhelan's camp was muddy and all his supplies were soaked, King Zhelan's troops suffered little loss. Instead, they took advantage of the receding flood to launch an attack on Yuzhou City.
Judging from this, the defense of Weizhou City is in jeopardy and is in danger of being captured at any time.
"Sir, what should we do now?" Wu Shangzhi asked with a serious face.
I didn't expect there were so many Tartars. It was really surprising.
"Charge forward and tear open the Tartars' rear!"
"They suffered a flood at night, were short of equipment, and had low morale. They were trying to boost their morale and survive by capturing Yuzhou."
"If we continue to charge in and then leave like we did more than ten days ago, the soldiers of Weizhou City will lose their confidence in us."
"We have no other options now except to charge into their midst and kill them with all our might."
"I believe that the brothers of the cavalry battalion will not let me down!"
Zhao Muyun pulled the reins of his warhorse and walked to the front of the team without hesitation.
Although 550 riders were few, their equipment was at the forefront of the times.
The broadsword in hand, the compound bow on the back, the sturdy plate armor, and the leading cavalry tactics.
If these cavalry horses were covered with armor, they would have the qualities to become heavy cavalry.
Heavy cavalry, the king of land warfare!
As long as he had a thousand heavily armored cavalry, Zhao Muyun would not be afraid of the Northern Di cavalry such as King Zhelan and King Loufan. He could directly push forward and extend the border line to the Daqing Mountains.
Once he had a thousand heavily armored cavalry, Zhao Muyun's position would be very stable, and he would be the one that Emperor Yongchang wanted to win over.
And the impact brought by the merit of regaining the three states of Yun, Feng and Sheng is even greater than that brought by the merit of regaining the three states of Yun, Feng and Sheng.
You should always have dreams, what if they come true?
Zhao Muyun collected his thoughts and drew the sword from his waist.
This sword is the first horizontal sword made by Lu Zhizi according to Zhao Muyun's drawings and sword quenching technology.
Zhao Muyun took it for his own use and personally beheaded the Silver-Armored Tartar Okuto, a fierce general under King Zhelan, on the battlefield of Yinzhou.
"Everyone, follow me!"
Zhao Muyun shouted angrily, shook the reins, dismounted his horse and rushed out like lightning.
As soon as he moved, the five guards beside him, including Li Si, quickly drew their swords and followed.
Wu Shangzhi did not dare to be negligent and followed closely with a mixed cavalry battalion of 550 Wuhuan and Dayin people.
The captain personally led the charge, and all the cavalry were immediately excited and their morale was high.
The generals led the troops by example, fearless and at the forefront of the charge. The soldiers then fought bravely and fearlessly.
The entire team was like a huge awl, piercing the back of King Zhelan's army.
And Zhao Muyun is the tip of this cone.
"Great... Your Majesty! Dayin's cavalry is coming towards us from behind!"
King Zhelan's men hurriedly reported.
"I'm not blind, I've seen it a long time ago!" King Zhelan was furious when he saw the cavalry appear.
More than ten days ago, this cavalry of only more than 500 riders actually killed half of his cavalry of a thousand commanders.
The other side suffered only a very small amount of damage.
This brought shame to the cavalry captain Pushantiecong and made King Zhelan grit his teeth in hatred.
On horseback, had the Northern Di cavalry ever suffered such a devastating blow?
However, King Zhelan was also a little depressed at this moment.
Thousands of soldiers and horses had been soaked in the flood for most of the night. They were exhausted, their weapons were incomplete, their leather armor was bulging, and their bowstrings were loose.
In such a situation, even though the enemy has only more than 500 cavalrymen, what else can they use to resist except using their flesh and blood bodies?
"My king, let my troops stop them and avenge our previous humiliation!"
At this moment, Pushan Tiecong came to King Zhelan with a sullen face and asked for a fight.
"Master Sanqian, the king approves!"
King Zhelan was moved by Pushan Tiecong's courage to volunteer, and when he thought of his previous blame on him, he couldn't help feeling a little guilty.
"Don't worry, Your Majesty. Tiecong and the warriors of our tribe will not let these Dayin cavalrymen get even a step closer to Your Majesty unless they are all dead."
A burning fighting spirit burned in Pushan Tiecong's eyes.
As he mounted his warhorse, more than 500 Northern Di cavalrymen came out and gathered behind Pushan Tiecong.
The Pushan tribe was stationed on a high ground outside the city, which was higher than the places where King Zhelan's other tribes were stationed.
When the flood level last night was higher than the city gate of Weizhou City, the camp of the Pusan tribe was not affected at all.
Their war horses, weapons, bows and arrows, leather armor and other equipment were not damaged.
King Zhelan had eight thousand captains under his command, but he dispersed Tiecong's troops to maintain their intact organization.
As Pushan Tiecong drew his scimitar, he pointed it diagonally at the direction where the five hundred cavalrymen led by Zhao Muyun were galloping towards him, and shouted:
"Pusan tribe, avenge the shame!"
"Revenge!"
After Pushan Tiecong was the first to rush out, more than 500 Tatar cavalrymen moved like a rolling torrent like pythons.
Suddenly, outside the city of Weizhou, King Zhelan led his troops to attack the city. Both sides had 500 cavalrymen, and a battle between cavalrymen attacking each other was about to break out.
In just a few breaths, Zhao Muyun and his 500 cavalrymen were less than a hundred steps away from Pushan Tiecong and his 500 cavalrymen.
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