This is the small combat unit that Zhao Muyun trained ordinary soldiers through a group of officers including Han Zhong.
Three or five people, equipped with spears, swords, and shields, are capable of both offense and defense.
When they saw a lone or injured Tatar soldier, they would pounce on him like hungry wolves, slashing with swords and stabbing with spears without mercy.
Uncle Kui and his three hundred Wuhuan people were not willing to be outdone.
The flame of revenge burned in the eyes of every Wuhuan, and every swing of the sword was filled with deep hatred.
They were driven from the fertile grasslands to the bitter cold Gobi Desert by Timur. The tribe leader was killed, the men were slaughtered, and the women were enslaved.
A tribe of tens of thousands of people was reduced to only three to five thousand.
"Those who drop their weapons and kneel down in surrender will not be killed!"
Wu Shangzhi's loud voice echoed on the battlefield, trying to break the remaining enemy's last will to resist.
More and more Tatar cavalrymen dropped their scimitars in despair, rolled off their horses, knelt on the sand with their hands on their heads, their faces full of fear and confusion.
The few die-hards who resisted stubbornly were soon riddled with spears from all directions.
When the last crisp sound of weapons clashing disappeared, all that remained in Devil's Rock were the wails of the wounded, the cries of war horses, and the gasps of the victors.
The strong smell of blood mixed with the scent of dust permeated every inch of space.
The sunlight filtered through the cracks in the rock pillars, casting a shadow on the scattered corpses and kneeling captives, making the scene look particularly tragic and eerie.
Wu Shangzhi rode his horse and stood on a relatively open sandy ground, leaning his Xiuchun sword on the ground and looking around.
His black armor was splattered with the blood of his enemies, but his face was calm after the killing.
At this moment, he was no longer the Xiaowu who saw Zhao Muyun, Wang Tiezhu, Tang Yanhai and others go out half a year ago, and then followed them in a moment of blood and courage!
He is the commander of the cavalry battalion, one of the three elite forces of the Pinglu Commandery!
"Captain Wu!"
Uncle Kui came over quickly, holding a scimitar that was still dripping with blood, his face filled with the joy and excitement of having had his revenge. "What a pity that bastard Timur got away!"
Wu Shangzhi frowned slightly, but then relaxed:
"It's a shame that Timur escaped, but this battle has severely damaged his forces, and only one in ten survived! I'll replace Brother Han and continue the pursuit of Timur!"
"You and Brother Han clean up the battlefield!"
Wu Shangzhi turned his gaze back to the battlefield: "Tartar, leave no one alive!"
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Dozens of miles away, there is the Gobi Salt Lake.
Zuan, the centurion left here by Timur, stood on the high slope by the lake, and the feeling of uneasiness in his heart grew wildly like a vine.
The faint smoke and dust in the southwest sky not only did not dissipate, but seemed to become thicker.
One of the two groups of scouts sent out earlier has returned and reported that the smoke and dust were still far away and were blocked by continuous sand dunes, making it impossible to see the specific situation clearly. However, they faintly heard a sound similar to a horn, which also sounded like the wind, but they were not sure.
The other group of scouts had not returned yet.
"Explore again!"
Zaun paced anxiously, shouting to the newly returned scouts, "Take your water bags and run away! Climb the highest sand dune and see for yourself! See if it's smoke or dust, or if there's a battle going on! Go!"
Beside him, Bai Shoujing had a bitter look on his face and his eyes were rolling around.
It turned out that when Timur led his troops to chase Kuishu's 500 cavalry, he asked Bai Shoujing to follow Zuan back to Salt Lake to wait for reinforcements from Yunzhou.
Since Bai Shoujing knows how to make salt, he should continue to stay here to make salt so that it can maximize its value.
Bai Shoujing didn't want to stay here for a moment. He wanted to go back to Wuzhou City, Shuozhou, to find out what happened to his son Bai Sheng and his Bai family's property.
"Master Centurion, a large number of cavalry are coming towards us!"
At this moment, another team of scouts rushed back in a panic.
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