Timur, with dozens of his most elite guards, rushed towards the eastern passage, which seemed to have weak defenses, like a wounded beast.
They discarded all unnecessary weights, and some even took the initiative to throw away the water bags hanging on the horse's back, just to make the warhorse run a little faster!
Sparks flew as horses' hooves clashed against the jagged gravel. Everyone's face was filled with despair and ferocity, hoping for only a glimmer of hope.
"Timur, don't run, our Zhaotou wants to talk to you!" Han Zhong's teasing roar exploded behind him.
The embroidered spring sword in his hand was given by Zhao Muyun to officers above the rank of captain in the Pinglu Commandery. The blade reflected a dazzling cold light in the sunlight that passed through the cracks in the rock pillars.
Han Zhong was originally a sergeant at the Yanqingdun Beacon Tower, responsible for recording military merits.
At the beginning, he colluded with the squad leader and bullied ordinary soldiers.
Later, he was abandoned by Zhang Biao at Heye Peak of Heituo Mountain. He stood up and identified Zhang Biao, and was then generously forgiven by Zhao Muyun and served as a training officer.
Over the past six months, he had been following Zhao Muyun in the fight against the Tartars, training soldiers, giving advice and providing logistical support.
Until he became the commander of Yinzhou.
Watching other brothers charging into battle and killing countless enemies, he became eager to fight after getting the extremely sharp Xiuchun Knife, and vowed to kill a few Tartars to prove his personal combat power.
Now seeing that Timur, the silver-armored Tartar, was like a lost dog, he naturally wanted to give the fallen dog a good beating and kill Timur with his own hands.
He was not known for his personal bravery, but at this moment, the commander's determination and the sword in his hand gave him unprecedented courage.
He spurred his horse in pursuit, his target clear, staring intently at Timur's back!
However, the personal guards around Timur were all brave warriors who had followed him in the grasslands for many years and crawled out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
When a personal guard saw Han Zhong approaching, a sinister and resolute look flashed in his eyes.
He suddenly pulled the reins, turned the horse's head, and actually took the initiative to meet Han Zhong!
"My lord, please leave!" the guard roared, completely giving up his own defense.
The scimitar in his hand chopped down fiercely with a tragic momentum of dying together!
"You don't know whether to live or die!" Han Zhong's heart trembled, and he instinctively raised the embroidered spring knife in his hand to block.
clang!
A sharp sound of metal clashing!
Sparks flying!
Han Zhong only felt a huge force coming from the hilt of the knife, which made his arm numb and the warhorse under his crotch involuntarily took half a step back.
He was horrified in his heart. The bravery and strength of this Tartar guard far exceeded his expectations!
In the blink of an eye, another of Timur's personal guards had quietly rode his horse close to Han Zhong's flank, and the scimitar in his hand stabbed Han Zhong's ribs like a poisonous snake!
"Captain Han, be careful!" A Yinzhou soldier nearby shouted a warning, but it was too late to rescue him.
Han Zhong's old strength had just been exhausted and his new strength had not yet been generated. He was about to be stabbed through by the knife!
At the critical moment, Han Zhong twisted his body suddenly and relied on the instinctive reaction honed by years of military career to narrowly avoid the vital points.
But the sharp scimitar blade still made a "swish" sound, cutting a long gash in the gap of his armor on the ribs, leaving a trail of blood!
Han Zhong groaned in pain, but his movements did not stop at all!
He endured the pain and used the momentum of twisting his body to draw a strange arc with the embroidered spring knife in his hand, like an antelope hanging on a horn, leaving no trace!
puff!
The blade accurately passed over the throat of the bodyguard who was attacking him!
The hideous smile on the guard's face froze instantly, and he fell off his horse, covering his neck from which blood was gushing out with his hands.
Han Zhong didn't even look at the result, he swung his Embroidered Spring Blade and slashed at the guard who had blocked him at the beginning with a cold murderous intent!
The personal guard had just blocked Han Zhong's powerful blow, and his blood was boiling. Seeing the knife flash coming again, he hurriedly raised his knife to block it again.
But he never expected that the Xiuchun Knife in Han Zhong's hand was sharper than he had imagined!
clang!
The scimitar broke with a sound!
The Embroidered Spring Sword continued to move forward, carrying the residual power of cutting off weapons, and fiercely chopped into the shoulder and neck joint of the personal guard!
“Ugh—!”
The shrill screams stopped abruptly.
Half of the guard's shoulder was almost torn off, blood gushed out like a fountain, his body shook, and he fell off his horse with a bang.
Han Zhong gasped for breath, the wound under his ribs burning with pain. He looked down at the bloodless, yet still cold, Embroidered Spring Knife in his hand, a flicker of wonder and fear in his eyes.
If it weren't for the sharp edge of this knife, I would have been the one who died when Broken Knife counterattacked just now!
He looked up and saw that Timur had already escaped under the desperate protection of his personal guards, leaving behind only a cloud of dust and corpses scattered on the ground.
"Chase!"
Han Zhong suppressed his surging blood and energy, pointed his Embroidered Spring Knife in the direction where Timur disappeared, and gave a stern order.
But the pursuit was inevitably slowed down by the traffic jam of corpses and injured horses.
…
at the same time.
In Devil's Rock, the battle is nearing its end.
The cavalry battalion led by Wu Shangzhi was like a sharp chisel, repeatedly chiseling through the Tatar cavalry's already chaotic formation.
Every charge brought about a bloody storm.
The Tatar cavalry, who had lost their command and were fighting on their own, were like lambs to be slaughtered under the attack of the well-equipped and well-coordinated cavalry battalion of the Pinglu Schoolmaster's Office.
The other two hundred Wuhuan warriors also put on armor, took out their swords, and revealed their ferocious faces.
When they saw Wu Shangzhi coming, they killed the Tartars while moving back to the cavalry camp.
The cavalry battalion had a thousand cavalrymen who slaughtered the Tatar cavalry without restraint.
The 1,000 Yinzhou soldiers brought by Han Zhong, led by centurions, were divided into groups of three or five, and they moved flexibly among the huge rock pillars.
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