Father can be an enemy to the country

With a 'clang' sound, the weapons of both sides met, sparks still flying everywhere.

Tuolu Hucha'er was shocked. He felt that the force of the opponent's sword was less than half of the previous one, but it was so strong that it moved his iron bones an inch away!

As Tieguduo roared, it smashed against Wang Bi's helmet.

Tuolu Huchaer hit the air with ten percent force, making him almost vomit blood and almost fall off his horse. He quickly twisted his waist to stabilize his body. Just as he was about to look back and strike again with the hammer, he saw a flash of cold light, then heard a click, and the armor on his back was cut into two pieces.

It seemed that his own backbone was also cut off, because he lost all his strength in an instant, and the iron bone flower in his hand also fell to the ground...

He wanted to reach out and touch his wound, but he couldn't lift his hand, and then he fell from the horse like a huge puppet.

While he was in mid-air, he finally saw in the left hand of the Ming army general another sword of a similar style but slightly shorter. His own blood was still dripping on the sharp blade...

"You..." Tuolu Huchaer fell heavily on the muddy snow, stared straight at Wang Bi, and said with a face full of reluctance: "You are here to cause trouble..."

"Nonsense." Wang Bi spat: "You are such an adult, haven't you heard of the title of King of Two Swords?"

As he spoke, he slashed away with his two swords, and two Yuan soldiers rushed forward to save the general.

Tuolu Huchaer suddenly remembered that when he had a head-on confrontation with him before, the opponent used a two-handed knife. But when he took his last move just now, he was holding the knife with one hand. I was indeed careless...

But there is no regret medicine on the battlefield. At this time, two of Wang Bi's soldiers jumped off their horses, one used a horse's claw to remove his helmet, and the other took off his head with a knife. Then he got on his horse, picked up Tolu Hucha'er's head with his horse's spear, and said loudly: "The thief chief is dead, why don't you surrender?!"

In a fierce battle, all the soldiers' minds are focused on dodging open guns and hidden arrows and how to kill the enemy in front of them, and they have no way of understanding the situation on the battlefield. Even the rare battle between generals between Wang Bi and Tuolu Huchaer, except for Tuolu Huchaer's personal soldiers, few people knew about it.

So when he saw his own ten thousand households, he was already confused. The soldiers of Wuliangha felt as if they were struck by five thunders, and their morale suddenly collapsed.

No matter how brave a warrior is, he cannot continue fighting when his general is killed. They thought that the main force had collapsed and only a few people around them were left. Under great fear, they no longer wanted to fight. They all rode away from the battle group and fled the battlefield desperately.

The soldiers of the Ming army took advantage of the opportunity to kill again, but did not pursue it because Yetuo Huchaer led his troops to kill them back.

Seeing Wanhu's head being picked up on the barrel of a gun, and the rest of the people escaping cleanly, Ye Tuo's men were dumbfounded. What the hell is this?

Yetuo Hucha'er was even more distraught and was about to rush to the Ming army to avenge his revenge, but his own soldiers held him tightly: "Don't be impulsive, Master Qianhu! We are not their opponents..."

They only fought back and forth, but all the troops restraining the enemy were wiped out, and the general was beheaded.

Facing such a terrifying enemy, no one has the courage to die...

Only Yetuo Hucha'er was still struggling and roaring, roaring to take back his elder brother's head, until his soldiers said: "If Wanhu dies, you will be Wanhu. If you die again, we will be killed." Others annexed it.”

He then gave up the struggle and withdrew directly from the battlefield with his men.

Fortunately, the Ming army had no intention of pursuing. It's not that Wang Bi doesn't want to chase, but that his horsepower has reached its limit.

Horses, animals that are naturally combative and have had to flee for a long time, are actually better at persevering under fatigue than humans. They have greater tolerance for fatigue and pain, and will also be driven by their owners to force themselves to do things beyond their capabilities.

But there is a heavy price to pay for overdraft. Many war horses will suddenly die without warning after running long and fast.

In fact, it's not that there are no signs, it's just that the war horses can't speak. The experienced riders will sense the status of the war horses in time through their performance.

Just now, many war horses were reluctant to speed up, shaking their heads from side to side, and panting more and more. This was a clear signal of fatigue.

A well-matched war horse is the life of a cavalryman. On the battlefield, if the horse is exhausted, the cavalry will not be far from death.

Seeing that it was getting dark, Wang Bi was not in a hurry to return to the main battlefield. He ordered the soldiers to quickly clean the battlefield and treat the wounded. Of course, they could not forget to cut off the Yuan army's ears. This was their proof of merit.

Then they took a sack full of ears and moved to camp several miles away to rest, eat and feed their horses.

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The battle was not over yet, and there were dangers all around. The Yuan army might come to kill them at any time, so Wang Bi and the others did not light a fire, so they could only fill their stomachs with a bite of snow and a bite of barbecue.

The barbecue was made after they attacked the Uliangha camp three days ago. After three days, it was cold and hard, almost like eating tree bark.

But everyone from Wang Bi to ordinary sergeants are used to it. Only Guo Zhen, a young man who has never suffered much, would find it hard to swallow.

Guo Zhen simply put away the dried meat, took out a silver pot, took a sip, and closed his eyes comfortably.

"What are you drinking?" Wang Bi glanced at him.

"Hey, alcohol." Guo Zhen handed the silver pot to Wang Bi and whispered: "Don't listen to the nonsense of those people in the military hospital. This thing is actually the strongest alcohol."

"As smart as you are, this is for disinfecting wounds." Wang Bi reached out to take the silver pot, and when his hand shook, some spilled out, and he immediately smelled a strong smell of wine.

"Alas..." He couldn't help but sigh: "I'm getting old."

After the fight with Natulu Huchaer, his hands were still shaking uncontrollably. Wang Bi depressedly took a sip of medical alcohol, and his face suddenly wrinkled into a chrysanthemum.

"Oh shit, that's so exciting..."

"Really?" Guo Zhen said with a smile: "General, don't be sad. When we were cleaning the battlefield, we found that the thief chief weighed at least two hundred pounds without his head, which is about the same as a bear."

"Do you know his name?" Wang Bi asked in a deep voice. He still respected this Mongolian hero who could force him to use his double sword.

"The prisoner who was not dead at the time said that his name seemed to be... He took off his pants?" Guo Zhen scratched his head and said, "There are no prisoners now, so we can't be sure for the time being."

"It's definitely not that kind of name." Wang Bi's mouth twitched, unable to accept that he actually had a relationship with someone who had "taken off his pants"...

"It's hard to say, because the prisoner said that his younger brother's name was 'Take off his pants'..." Guo Zhen didn't understand the old general's heart, and kept adding salt to his wounds.

Wang Bi wanted nothing to do with him at that time.