Woo—woo woo woo—!
Immediately afterwards, the sound of horse hooves came like muffled thunder!
"kill!"
"Kill the Tartars!"
Amidst the earth-shaking roar, an elite cavalry clad in black iron armor and holding gleaming swords or spears, their armor was of uniform style, their movements were swift and orderly, and their momentum of charge was unstoppable!
The one rushing in the front was none other than Wu Shangzhi, the captain of the cavalry battalion under Zhao Muyun!
He raised his embroidered spring knife high, aiming directly at Timur who was surrounded by his personal guards!
"They are Zhao Muyun's soldiers! They are the Dayin cavalry!"
Shouts of terror were heard among the Tatar cavalry.
They finally understood that this was not a fleeing Karasuma Salt Team, but an elaborate death trap!
The previous rout and abandonment of supplies were all meant to lure them into this desperate situation!
"Form a formation! Stop them!"
Timur's eyes were red, and he roared while waving his scimitar.
Just as Wu Shangzhi's cavalry battalion appeared behind Timur and charged, the Wuhuan people who had "disappeared" rushed out again from the shadows of the rock pillars and from unexpected corners like ghosts!
There were not only Wuhuan people, but also Dayin soldiers wearing armor, holding spears, and with stern faces. Their number was greater than that of the Wuhuan people, at least thousands of them.
They were the troops under Han Zhong, the commander of Yinzhou, and were one thousand elite soldiers selected from a battle of three thousand men.
Han Zhong, who always liked to stay in the back to command the battle, for the first time rushed to the front holding the embroidered spring sword that Zhao Muyun gave to officers above the rank of captain of the seven prefectures in the first military training class.
Perhaps, he wanted to test the sharpness of the Embroidered Spring Knife!
The Yinzhou Army under Han Zhong and the two hundred Wuhuan cavalrymen put down their bows and arrows, held their swords in hand, and using the cover of the rock pillars, they approached the chaotic Tatar cavalry like ghosts, carrying out the most deadly and efficient close combat!
The two hundred Wuhuan cavalrymen moved swiftly and ruthlessly, with the flames of revenge burning in their eyes.
For the tribesmen who were driven out and killed by the Timur tribe, and for the relatives who died at the hands of the Tartars!
"Revenge! Kill Timur!" Uncle Kui chopped down a Tatar soldier who tried to raise his bow with his sword, and his roar resounded throughout the battlefield.
Devil's Rock, this natural maze carved by wind and sand, has now completely turned into a bloody slaughterhouse!
Rain of arrows, charge, and strangulation!
Zhao Muyun's triple killing moves perfectly superimposed and exploded in the narrow terrain!
The thousand-man elite cavalry that Timur was proud of fell into a devastating disaster in less than an incense stick of time!
The number of casualties climbed at an alarming rate, the formation completely collapsed, the soldiers fought on their own, or tried to flee from this land of death in panic, but were easily killed by the ubiquitous ambushes.
Timur was tightly protected by his personal guards. He looked at the soldiers falling around him, listened to the deafening shouts and screams, and his heart sank to the bottom.
He swung his scimitar, blocked an arrow, and knocked down a Karasuma warrior who rushed in front of him, but more enemies came like a tide.
He had never felt so powerless, so hopeless!
"Sir! We can't hold on any longer! We must break out!"
A blood-soaked centurion of the royal guard roared, with several arrows stuck in his shield.
Timur watched Wu Shangzhi's cavalry getting closer and closer in the distance, and then looked at the purgatory-like scene around him, his teeth almost clenched.
He knew that if he didn't run away, he would die here today!
"Follow me! Charge towards the gap in the east!"
Timur roared with unwillingness, turned his horse around, and, with the desperate protection of his only remaining and most elite personal guards, rushed towards a passage on the east side that seemed to have less pressure.
He abandoned most of his subordinates who were surrounded, hoping only to fight his way out!
"Want to leave?" Han Zhong smiled coldly, holding the embroidered spring knife and attacked Timur from behind.
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