Chapter 424: The collision between the torrent and the volcano!

At this moment, the desolate trumpet of the Mongolians sounded again. Almost instantly, thousands of shiny scimitars were unsheathed and raised towards the sky. The Mongolians howled like wolves barking. The shrill blood-devouring howling made Wu Ping's fingertips holding the handle of the gun turn slightly white.

Then, the war horses that were walking slowly, like arrows leaving the strings, rushed out instantly, like a gust of wind and snow, and rushed towards the river beach with an unyielding momentum...

They were like a rising tsunami, accompanied by the roar of the north wind, standing proudly and then smashed down fiercely, as if the most indestructible reefs between heaven and earth could not stop their slight blow.

The running iron hooves stomped on the thin snow, crushing snowflakes, crushing dead grass, crushing hard soil, and trembling places seemed to tremble because they were afraid of their momentum. The dense and violent sound of hooves seemed to cover up everything in the world, and even made people feel that the world changed color and the world was silent.

The scimitars that stood up with a shiny scimitar seemed to be able to slash even the gentle and ineffective snowflakes. Wu Ping's face turned slightly white, and a chill came from his heart. If his rebel army had not been helped by Li Zhengdao and others and the Marines, they would not have gotten rid of these iron cavalry in time. If this Mongolian iron cavalry was so arrogantly killed on the plains, then...

"Fortunately, the villagers and brothers are almost gone..." Wu Ping couldn't help but feel such powerless gratitude in his heart. Yes, anyone who sees thousands of cavalry coming towards him on such a battlefield will be like a nightmare hand covered with barbs, harshly choking your throat, making you breathless, causing you to feel desperate fear from the bottom of your heart, and making you just want to turn around and run away.

The red light, suddenly, a burst of blazing red light suddenly flashed in the rushing torrent. The torrent that seemed to never be stopped seemed to be pushed by a reef hidden in the river inconspicuously. Then, another piece, another piece...

The deadly flames that gradually emerged in the wind and snow that were rising rapidly. These Mongolian cavalry had already seen the terrible lethality of these things on the way to chase them. If they were on the road, they would skillfully control the horses and hide further, or let the pedals take some incredible actions to protect their demands. But now, they can do nothing except hard to lower their bodies.

Because, no matter whether left or right, front or back, there are the horses running and sprinting wildly. At this moment, when they sprint at full speed, they will only have one end. They will fall off the horse, and then the horse's iron hooves are trampled on their limbs and heads.

"Damn it, despicable and shameless Han people, you all have to die! All have to die. I will cut down your heads and make them into wine glasses!" Tenger's eyes were already bloodshot, and his big hand holding the hilt of the scimitar was so tight that it was white. He was angry, and he was angry why these Han people didn't obediently and honestly squat on the ground, so that he could cut off their heads with great pleasure, and why they dared to use conspiracy to conspire to the brave and fearless Mongolian cavalry.

Yes, he was just angry, like a evil wolf, angry that his prey actually tried to resist, which not only aroused his ferocity and murderous intent, but also aroused his desire not to sprinkle the prey into pieces and would never give up.

And the brave Mongolian warriors, both brave and ferocious, had the same pride of carrying the Mongolian iron cavalry for hundreds of years, and the powerful character of remembering that they were descendants of the Cang Wolf and the White Deer, and the more courageous they became, gave them the courage to face blood and death.

The explosion sounded like magma gushing out of the crater, hitting the surging torrent at the foot of the mountain, leaving only a bunch of blue smoke and squeaks, burning a few drops of liquid, but it failed to weaken the torrent a little.

After the Mongolian cavalry behind them were rushing one after another, they were even unwilling to stop for a second, pulled out their scimitars, slapped their horses, howled, and chased towards the powerful torrent that was moving forward, like a long wisdom tail of a comet passing through the sky.

"Damn it, these damn..." Wu Ping's face turned so blue that it was ferocious. He held the hilt of the knife at his waist tightly with his hands, his eyes fiercely, like a butcher looking at a thick-skinned pork, looking at his blunt knife angrily looking for the whetstone.

At this moment, the terrible rush of thousands of war horses made Wu Ping's heart aroused a trace of turmoil. He couldn't help but worry about the black soldiers who were covering the retreat of the last ten thousand people of the rebel army. He even raised his heart several times and shouted at his subordinates and ran out, at least to make the Mongolian cavalry pay some blood to stop them from rushing forward like this.

"Brother, come on, I'm afraid that if those brothers can't hold on, we're men, and we can't just pee here." Wu Peng stared at him and panted heavily. A thick white mist spurted out from his mouth and nose, like an angry beast.

"No!" Wu Ping calmed down at Wu Peng's urging. He raised his gaze and looked at the cliff next to the unknown ferry on the river beach. The fishy red flags were facing the wind, and the flagpole did not shake at all, just like the most solid reef under the sky. I could not move.

"General Shi once had an order. Without her order, we can only continue to wait here." Wu Ping's eyes fell under the flag. On the white shadow, the tall and handsome figure was like a bright lamp. In the wind and snow, in the fire and sword light, it was still so eye-catching, so arrogant and noble.

Bang bang bang... It made people sound like a rush and almost no interval. The continuous muffled sounds that had already been connected suddenly appeared, making Wu Ping and others stunned. When they turned their eyes to the sound, suddenly, a shrill cry like a night bird came from the sky, which was so sharp and harsh, and even made people feel an ominous premonition from the bottom of their hearts.

Then, dense fire lights emerged in the rushing torrent, and in a row, in just a moment, as if it were the unstoppable torrent composed of Mongolian cavalry, a long-standing volcano suddenly erupted.

The rebel cavalry who were originally hiding in the mountains and forests and were worried about their brothers all stared in shock, and their mouths were trying to expand to their limit one by one. The torrent and the volcano were mixed together, and the snow was flying all over the sky, which was particularly dazzling.

The heavy blow, absolutely heavy blow, the running war horses and fearless knights began to show their timidity on their faces at this moment, and their eyes looked up at the sky with fear. The screaming sound was approaching them from the sky, but the mounts under them were no longer obeying the command and were rushing wildly, no longer caring about the owners on the horse's back. They just allowed their instincts to continue running forward, or stop their pace, or stumble away, trying to escape from the terrible roar and the scorching and extremely dangerous flames.

Those running horses were like water flowing on the reefs in the river. They turned away from the direction of the torrent and rolled up an inconspicuous wave, and were instantly swallowed, knocked to the ground by the war horses in their robes, and were trampled into mud by the rough and hard iron hooves of the war horses in their robes. They either became obstacles to prevent the subsequent Mongolian war warriors from moving forward, knocking down their companions, and dying together under the iron hooves that were running near.

The fire had not stopped, and the scream appeared in the sky again, as if the god of death was sighing full of satisfaction in the sky towards these people who would return to his arms.

Tengger was still running wildly. His anger, which was originally red with anger that was about to evaporate the eddy in the sky, suddenly subsided by the screams and outrageous explosions. It was as if he had just walked out of the sauna with satisfaction, and was torn apart by a group of thugs and stuffed him hard into the ice cave on the river surface to enjoy the chill that stings his bones and even the soul.

However, he didn't want to, and could not hold the horse's head and turn around to escape. As long as his horse's head was slightly shifted, Tenger believed that the war horses on the Mongolian knights behind him would never care whether they were the leader of their masters or something else. They would only use their bowl-sized iron hooves to easily crush themselves into a pool of blood according to their own quadratic rate.

He regretted why he was angry by the words left by the damn Han people, so that he could not wait for his subordinates to concentrate completely, and then reconnaissance what ambush or weirdness was there before launching the promotion. He regretted even more why his dignified deputy governor rushed to the front, but at this moment, he seemed to have seen hope, because the artillery fire seemed to have only landed behind him, and now, there was no such ghost thing that would suddenly explode underground. He could see clearly the place about two hundred steps ahead. The men in black were like a group of earthy rats, vaguely hiding most of his body under the ground.
Chapter completed!