Behind him, countless armored infantry roared like their fathers, fighting to the death!

Kill the prisoners!

Bang, Pu Yu's iron bone flower smashed the head of the Yiyuan Army.

He lowered his head and ran into the crowd of Yuan soldiers, rushing left and right like wolves and tigers.

Right now, we may not be your match.

But on the ground, the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, all wrapped in iron armor, were invincible.

The Yuan army's steel knives rubbed against their bodies and sparks were generated, and the blunt weapons in their hands ruthlessly harvested the lives of their enemies.

The wind in the desert is getting stronger.

A fight continued until dark.

The yellow sand was covered with human corpses and the screams of the wounded.

Lan Yu was still sitting on the horse, not moving at all.

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In this battle, the Marquis of Shenyang, Uncle Huixian, Marquis of Huaiyuan, and the son of Ningzhou Man all died in the battle!

Puyu, the Marquis of Xiliang, changed into two pieces of iron armor in succession, killed Hajiu's nephew in formation, and investigated Timur.

My army fought with the thieves for a day, resulting in casualties...

Thinking of this, Zhu Yunxi's voice was choked with sobs, half of them were killed or injured...

The more than 20,000 infantrymen, against the more than 30,000 cavalrymen, not only did not collapse, but were stuck there like nails, buying time for the other Ming armies that were outflanking.

In one day, more than 10,000 people died in the battle.

What a brutal battle this is!

A man is determined to die. Zhu Yunxi continued to read: Even when a man in the army died, his head was still looking towards the Central Plains... It was night, the Yuan army retreated, and the generals surrounded half of the remaining infantry, waiting for dawn!

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Chapter completed!