Dark clouds hang low over the vast ancient battlefield of Zangmapo.
The smell of blood mixed with gunpowder filled the cold air.
The battle has entered a fierce stage.
When the 4,000 Linzhou fresh troops led by Pei Lun rushed into the battlefield waving flags and shouting, and slammed into the Tatar army from the side and rear, the Uriankhai army's formation finally showed a fatal loosening.
Although this fresh force, which had been recuperating for a long time, was small in number, their appearance completely broke the balance of power on the battlefield and greatly encouraged the Jin Wang Army and Zhao Muyun's troops who were fighting hard.
But the real fatal blow came from the Tatars' central army!
Zhao Muyun's eyes were as fast as lightning, locking onto the direction of the Tartar general's flag.
He knew very well that "to catch a thief, you must first catch the leader", and now was the best time to strike directly at Huanglong!
"Modao Battalion, advance! Shenji Battalion, thunderbolts to cover the front fifty steps! Cavalry Battalion, follow me to charge and break through the formation!"
Zhao Muyun's voice was calm and clear, reaching the ears of the generals from all departments through the noisy battlefield.
Xi Sheng roared, and the Modao Camp was like an insurmountable steel wall, marching forward with heavy and orderly steps.
Wherever they passed, the Tatar cavalry who tried to stop them were smashed to pieces like waves hitting reefs!
Liu Yi's Shenji Camp continuously fired crossbow arrows like a rainstorm and thunderous bombs, clearing a death zone in front of the Modao Camp.
The shock wave and fragments of the explosion frightened the Tatar horses, and their formation became more chaotic.
Right in the center of this vortex of chaos and killing, Zhao Muyun moved!
He tore off the cloak that was in the way, held a long and sharp embroidered spring knife in his left hand, and a three-edged military bayonet in his right hand, and rushed into the enemy camp like an arrow!
Two thousand cavalrymen led by Wu Shangzhi and Guo Luo followed closely behind, with Zhao Muyun as the spearhead, forming an unstoppable spearhead and piercing straight into the center of the Tatar army.
I don’t know how long it has been since Zhao Muyun last fought, but his personal bravery is still extremely sharp at this moment.
His figure was like a ghost, dodging and weaving through the crowd.
The Embroidered Spring Blade drew a cold arc of light, accurately cutting the enemy's throat and wrist.
The three-edged military bayonet is like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, specifically looking for gaps in armor. With each stab and pull, it creates a bloody hole, and the wound is extremely difficult to heal.
He seemed like a tireless killing machine. Wherever he passed, the Tartars fell like mowed grass, and no one could stop him!
"Stop him! Stop that General Yin!"
The Wuliangha in the center of the army was frightened and roared in anger.
Dozens of the Wuliangha's most elite guards rushed forward howling.
They are tall and strong, with excellent martial arts skills, and are the best warriors on the grassland.
However, in front of Zhao Muyun, they are still not good enough!
The sword flashed and the bayonet flew!
Zhao Muyun used the characteristics of the two weapons to the extreme, blocking, slashing, and stabbing, his movements were as fast as lightning and extremely ruthless.
He often skillfully disarmed the scimitars of the guards, while his embroidered spring sword and three-edged spear could always hit the vital points at tricky angles.
Screams rang out one after another, and the guards kept falling down, covering their bleeding throats or ribs.
In just a short moment, dozens of guards were killed to pieces by Zhao Muyun alone!
Wuliangha was stunned and his heart was broken.
He had never seen such a brave and terrifying opponent.
Just when he was stunned, Zhao Muyun had already broken through the last barrier, and his blood-stained figure suddenly appeared in front of Wuliangha's horse like a god of war.
His cold eyes were fixed on the commander of the Tartar right wing army.
"Who...who are you?"
Wuliangha was horrified and asked in a hoarse voice in a stiff dialect.
Zhao Muyun slowly raised the blood-stained embroidered spring knife and pointed it at Wuliangha. His voice was cold, but it was clearly heard everywhere:
"Dayin, the captain of the Suppressing Enemy Army, Zhao Muyun!"
"Zhao Muyun!"
Wuliangha was struck by lightning, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets, his voice distorted. "Impossible! Didn't you fall off a cliff and die in the deep ravine of Tianzi Mountain? How could you still be alive?"
The news that Zhao Muyun survived and appeared on the battlefield spread among the Tartar army in an instant like the most terrifying plague.
The commander was horrified, the warriors were discouraged, and the Tatar army, which had been struggling to hold on, completely collapsed.
As for the Dayin coalition forces, their morale was high, they cheered loudly and launched a full-scale general offensive.
The defeat was like a landslide!
The Wuliangha no longer had the will to fight, and under the desperate protection of their personal soldiers, they turned their horses around and fled in a panic.
The 32,000 Tatars lost their command and fled in all directions.
"Chase!"
Zhao Muyun ordered a pursuit without hesitation.
The coalition forces pursued the enemy for dozens of miles, capturing countless enemies, until it was getting dark and the men and horses were exhausted, and then they withdrew their troops and returned to the camp.
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On Zangma Hill, the smoke had not yet dissipated, corpses were scattered all over the ground, and the earth was stained with blood.
Cheers of victory resounded throughout the land.
Prince Yinji of Jin, accompanied by the blood-stained Xiao Lie and Xiao Cheyun; and Pei Lun, the governor of Hedong, also accompanied by several of his generals, all rode their horses to the central army.
Everyone looked at the living Zhao Muyun, their faces filled with shock and deep awe.
The terrifying combat effectiveness displayed by Zhao Muyun's "combined brigade" just now, especially the power of the Modao Battalion and the Shenji Battalion, completely overturned their understanding of war.
Yinji had the most complicated feelings.
He looked at Zhao Muyun, opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and finally dismounted. He took a few steps forward and bowed respectfully according to the military etiquette between master and apprentice.
"Disciple... Disciple Yinji pays homage to Master. Congratulations to Master... on your victorious return."
Zhao Muyun turned around, his face tired, but his eyes still sharp.
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