With the determination to avenge his previous humiliation, Pushan Tiecong led the remaining 500 knights of his tribe and fiercely clashed with the 550 cavalrymen led by Zhao Muyun himself.
However, after just one encounter, Pushan Tiecong was knocked down by Zhao Muyun along with his sword.
Only half of his face was left, with a wound as big as a bowl, and blood spurted out like a fountain.
Zhao Muyun's sword was sharp, and coupled with the impact of the warhorse, the force of the chop was naturally quite astonishing.
At the same time, Tian Qing and his 550 cavalrymen raised their swords and attacked the oncoming Tartars without any hesitation.
Strong armor, vigorous horses, sharp swords, and the confidence gained from repeated battles on the battlefield have given this cavalry an unprecedentedly strong fighting spirit.
Ever since the three hundred Wuhuan people pledged allegiance to Zhao Muyun in the Gobi Desert, they have fought several battles and won every one of them.
In addition, with the advantage of equipment, they become arrogant and do not take any opponent seriously.
The horses of both sides crossed each other and blood suddenly appeared.
One after another, the Tatar cavalry fell off their horses.
Armed with maces and iron pestles, they also caused a lot of trouble to the Dayin cavalry.
Fortunately, this cavalryman was wearing plate armor and lined with clothes made of cotton and animal skins, which cushioned a lot of the impact caused by blunt weapons.
Wu Shangzhi's cavalrymen mainly suffered minor internal injuries and were in great pain at the time.
Soon, the bloody smell caused their adrenaline to secrete, and they immediately forgot the pain, waving the sharp swords in their hands to cause fatal damage to the enemies in front of them.
The two sides crossed each other, and more than ten riders on Zhao Muyun's side fell, while half of the Tatars' horses had already fallen.
Some knights had only half of their bodies left on horseback, some were wailing on horseback, dragging an arm with only a layer of flesh connected to it, and some knights' horses had half of their heads cut off, and the horses fell to the ground with a bang, and their brains were splattered everywhere.
The scene was extremely bloody and horrific.
The extremely brutal Tatars have always relied on their cavalry advantage to bully Dayin's infantry.
And today, Zhao Muyun's cavalry taught them to rediscover Dayin with a stronger attitude than them.
In the face of the absolute strength of the strong, they can only crawl in submission.
The tragic death of their commander caused the cavalry of the Pushan tribe to lose their fighting spirit and they no longer had the courage to launch a second charge.
They watched helplessly as Zhao Muyun, holding high his bloody sword, led five hundred wolf-like and tiger-like cavalrymen and rushed into the rear of King Zhelan.
"Pusan Tiecong is one of the most powerful generals in our southern grasslands. How could he be defeated so quickly after just one encounter?"
King Zhelan was watching the battle not far away.
He thought that Pushan Tiecong, with his renewed fighting spirit, could stop the five hundred Dayin cavalry.
However, the result was unexpected and vulnerable.
"Go, stop them for me! Don't let them disrupt our siege!"
King Zhelan roared.
Just when Weizhou City was about to be captured, someone came from behind!
Just five hundred cavalrymen doubled his pressure.
In the past, King Zhelan would not have taken the five hundred cavalrymen seriously at all.
Just send a captain to hold it back.
However, the situation is completely different now. King Zhelan's troops, which were ravaged by the flood, are already in a crippled state.
He attacked the also half-dead Weizhou City and of course had the upper hand.
But when Zhao Muyun's superbly equipped cavalry encountered King Zhelan's already crippled army, wouldn't that be a dimensionality reduction attack?
Under the roar of King Zhelan, two thousand captains and a few cavalrymen gritted their teeth and charged forward.
The result is predictable. Zhao Muyun led 500 cavalrymen and killed them all like a sharp blade cutting through tofu.
Five hundred cavalrymen rushed back and forth in the sea of Tatars as if there was no one around.
Wherever they went, there were heads rolling and a bloody scene.
King Zhelan's formation for attacking Weizhou City was cut into pieces.
"Master Zhao is really here to save us this time!"
"But why are there still more than 500 cavalrymen?"
"Didn't you see that Lord Zhao's five hundred cavalrymen utterly routed the Tartars?"
"Perhaps Lord Zhao is sending out five hundred cavalry as a vanguard, and his main force will be here soon!"
"That's right, that's right. Look, on the western ridge, our Dayin's black military flag has appeared."
"Reinforcements really arrived, and we were saved."
The Dayin soldiers on the top of Weizhou City were immediately boosted in morale when they saw the 500 cavalrymen charging into the sea of Tartars below the city.
At the same time, the troops of Tian Qing, Zhong Dahu, Du Wei and Yin Ji also arrived.
More than four thousand infantrymen slowly approached like a tide.
The soldiers on the top of Weizhou City were the first to see it and started yelling in ecstasy.
The news of the arrival of reinforcements spread instantly among the soldiers on the city walls of Weizhou, and their morale soared.
The 5,000 hungry and exhausted defenders of Weizhou were killed in the frenzied attack by King Zhelan, with only half of them left.
Now that the reinforcements appeared, they were like a shot of adrenaline, and they rushed down the Tartars who had rushed to the top of the city walls without caring about their lives.
"Your Majesty, the enemy is strong and we are weak. The situation is extremely unfavorable to us. We should retreat first! It won't be too late to return after autumn when the horses have grown fat."
Even if Hu Yan Gu had all kinds of strategies, he would probably be powerless to turn the tide at this moment.
He never understood why his counter-espionage plan didn't work on Zhao Muyun?
Also, why would Li Jingang rather fight against the imperial court alone than join forces with the Tartars?
King Zhelan looked at Weizhou City, then at his exhausted subordinates, and growled unwillingly, "Retreat!"
In his heart, he kept Zhao Muyun's name firmly in mind.
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