Especially looking at Li Yuanqing Ying Ting’s confident smile on her face, Shu Murong simply felt very hateful.
But in her heart, it was already faintly felt that these distant ethnic groups across from her were going to be pound-foolish.
She really wants to run to them and tell them to leave this eternal life without bothering them, but she can’t do it at all.
Shumurong bit her red lip tightly and her two small hands were constantly entangled in front of her.
At this point, she also wants to see whether this man will handle the present situation.
At this time, not far from the front, there was a bitter north wind. Instead of feeling the slightest cold, Li Yuanqing’s blood in his chest seemed to be boiling.
Opposite the Tatar Coalition forces have reached the track as he expected.
They have built a bonfire to cook and eat.
Many auxiliary soldiers have scattered to the surrounding old forests to find firewood.
It can be seen that they are not carrying enough firewood.
This is actually inevitable.
After all, in the north, on the banks of the vast Heilongjiang River, there are old forests everywhere looking for firewood. Naturally, these Tatars don’t want to March in time and bring a lot of firewood.
It’s about 12 o’clock, and the snow has decreased a little in the day, but the wind is getting stronger and stronger, and it’s freezing cold.
In the east, the Tatar Coalition camp has collected firewood, and many slave soldiers have come back. It’s about time.
Li Yuanqing suddenly smiled and waved to Niu Gensheng, saying, "Our military orders let Huang Guoshan and Kong Youde attack! Kill as many tartars as you can! "
Niu Gensheng’s spirit can’t help but respect: "Yes!"
Hurry to order!
Soon as the passionate horn sounded, two thousand teams, Huang Guoshan and Kong Youde, outside the east gate quickly rushed out from behind the warm snow wall and came to the front array.
Aside ShuLuoHuan and his minions and around two hundred minions allied forces also quickly lined up around Huang Guoshan and Kong Youde two flanks!
This way, the Tartars rode out of their wits and hurried to report to the Coalition camp.
Soon, with the new orders of Li Yuanqing Zhongjun, the two armies suddenly sang the slogan "General wins!"
"Changsheng Camp wins!"
"Great victory!"
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Kong Youde, the sixth thousand corps, rode a tall brown Mongolian horse, waved his hand with a steel knife and shouted, "Boys kill Tartars!"
"Wan Sheng!"
Almost without thinking, all the idlers shouted, led by officers in various ministries, like a red tide rushing in the direction of Houjin camp.
The same is true of the Fifth Thousand Corps of Huangguoshan next to it.
The heavy snow and the terrain have not stopped the two brilliant red figures from moving slowly but quickly.
Opposite the Tatar Coalition forces also returned to absolute being and quickly called their respective forces out to prepare for the military offensive.
Unfortunately, there are very few war horses in this weather, and they have to step into battle. There are hundreds of cavalry archers wandering in the wings to prepare for the army charge.
Against the snow-white world, the bright red figures of the immortals are particularly conspicuous.
Even though they have rushed out of the nearly two miles, they can still see each and every one of them in Chengtou Shumurong.
The contrast between the filthy skins of the bright red allied forces here is so fresh!
Seeing that the two films are about to collide, Shu Murong’s heart is in her throat.
Although the end has almost been predicted in my heart, there is still the last glimmer of hope in Shu Murong’s heart until the fact really happens.
At this time, Huang Guoshan’s vanguard has approached the Tatar Coalition forces before the war.
The archer on the left arrow rain like fireworks’ scratching’ towards the army side.
"Lift the shield! ! ！”
Wang Sanwa, their chief pioneer, is on the left wing of the team.
Seeing the rain coming, he dared not neglect and quickly shouted.
For a moment, nearly one hundred and fifty idlers neatly raised their round shields and greeted the rain of Tartars and arrows.