Although there are only fifty or sixty system soldiers left by their side, under Jia Jing's leadership, they are faster and more powerful than when Jia Jing led a group of Great Zhou soldiers before, and Jia Jing is more comfortable in command.

The system soldiers were summoned by Jia Jing, and they were not afraid of death. Every move during combat was strictly followed by Jia Jing's requirements and were not afraid of life and death. Especially when dozens of system soldiers fought together, their combat effectiveness increased significantly.

With a smaller number of people, the team's size will be smaller, and they will naturally be more flexible during the twists and turns. The number of enemies you need to face at the same time is also greatly reduced, so the level of danger is not as high as when there were too many people before.

Jia Jing understood some why some generals like to separate ordinary soldiers from elite soldiers when commanding troops. On the battlefield, they rashly mix soldiers of varying quality, and sometimes there is a result of one plus one less than two.

Jia Jing's situation was better, but the Tatar generals were not so good. At this moment, each of them looked as ugly as if they had swallowed dead flies.

They watched Jia Jing form a battle formation with dozens of system soldiers, allowing many of their own soldiers to rush up but failed to flatten them. Instead, their own soldiers suffered a lot of losses. How could they describe the mood as a traitor?

Besides, Jia Jing led a group of system soldiers to break through, but he felt that the pressure was getting greater and greater. The enemy troops around him were killing more and more, and they all looked fearless.

Seeing this, Jia Jing couldn't help but feel moved, and immediately retreated to the middle of the formation. While taking a break, he looked around and then realized why.

It turned out that Jia Jing had unknowingly led his team to deviate from the direction of breaking through, and now he has rushed to the vicinity of the enemy's commander-in-chief flag.

He secretly spat at his carelessness and made such a common sense mistake. When he took the lead in charge, he really rushed forward. He really never looked up and distinguished the direction. He really shouldn't have been there.

Fortunately, there were mistakes and tricks. Jia Jing looked at the handsome flag in front of him and instantly cheered up. He and the system soldiers were still in good physical strength. Since they were all here, how could they go back without any gifts?!

Like the Tatar man in gorgeous armor, his head is good! And that gorgeous big star is also worth another wave of it!

Jia Jing waved his sword and turned the direction with the system soldiers around him, like a tiger going down the mountain, quickly clearing the Tatar soldiers around him, and then heading straight for the enemy's commander flag...

Really, all troops take the heads of the enemy generals from it!

Under the Tatar army's flag, several Tatar generals were clustering with a young man wearing gorgeous armor and a seven-color gem scimitar.

At this time, the top leaders of the Tatars saw that the group of Great Zhou soldiers not far away, led by a young general, killed all the soldiers surrounded by their own houses like mowing grass, and then rushed towards their positions frantically.

Seeing the soldiers of the Great Zhou were getting closer and closer to him, but their own soldiers could not stop the other party's rushing forward at all. Dozens of people from the other party, as if they were scattered in their back garden, looking at it as relaxed and freehand.

The few people under the banner were anxious and afraid at this moment, and they were all in a murderous mood.

Given the strength of the group of Great Zhou soldiers, if they were rushed to the forefront, no one of these generals felt that they could stop them. They were generals who led troops to fight. Although they were martial arts, they were not the peerless generals in unofficial history and biography. How could they stop the group of Great Zhou soldiers who were like wolves and tigers?

But the few people dared not retreat easily. The battle situation on the field is now fierce. If their soldiers see the flag of the coach, it will definitely be a huge blow to morale. If they don’t make a good deal, they will be a big defeat.

In that case, even if the few people were senior leaders of the Tatar tribe, and there was even a prince of the Golden Family, he could not bear the charge of retreating. After returning, Khan had to tear off the bones of several people.

In front, Jia Jing was rushing towards the enemy's flag with his swords, guns and arrows.

With a layer of iron armor on his body and a layer of iron armor attached to the equipment bar, the two are combined, and the general attacks are not taken seriously by Jia Jing at all. Anyway, they are not broken, so just slash and sprint.

As for the Tatar cannons and other things, Jia Jing was not worried at all. In order to prevent accidental injury of his own soldiers, both sides had already stopped their cannon bombardment when the two armies met. What's more, now they have rushed to the place where their central army is. Could it be that these Tatars dare to fire artillery at the core of their own army? That's a joke!

There is no precise strike nowadays. If you fire a rashly, it is really hard to say whether it will be Jia Jing or his own general!

Seeing Jia Jing killing him like a bamboo shoot, in fear of life and death, a general finally couldn't help it.

"Prince Moron, please withdraw! Your safety is more precious than anything else!" Seeing that Jia Jing and his party were about to come to the front, they would probably not be able to escape if they didn't run away, a general finally spoke and said to the young man in gorgeous armor.

"Yes, Prince Moron, Zahamu is right!" Seeing someone making a fuss, the generals next to him quickly agreed after breathing a sigh of relief.

"What a irony. The military formation formed by tens of thousands of grassland men was broken and intercepted by dozens of Great Zhou soldiers and rushed to the front of the commander!" Prince Molun looked ugly, "For our grassland men, this scene in front of us is simply a great humiliation!"

By the way, Molun was still a little confused until now. He and several generals and soldiers came over, hadn't he surrounded all the 30,000 vanguard troops of the Great Zhou? Didn't he see that he was already in sight of victory? But why did he suddenly run away?

Immediately, after seeing Jia Jing's figure, Molun suddenly realized that his group was driven away by such a small group of Zhou soldiers and needed to flee in panic!

The golden wire horse whip on Molun's hand pointed at Jia Jing from a distance, "The people of Central Plains, today I, Molun, swore with the blood of the Golden Family, witnessed the immortality of immortality. In the future, I will step on the Central Plains to take your head, and I will save you today's shame!"

"drive!"

After saying that, Moron did not hesitate, turned his horse's head and galloped towards the opposite direction of Jia Jing's direction.

If you don’t run away, you really have to explain it here!

Want to run? Jia Jing, who rushed over quickly, was willing to let go of the credit he was about to get away? The speed of rushing forward was three points faster, hanging behind the three of them in a distance.

"Then what are you running away?! Jia's head is here, you can come and take it! He transforms into a foreign barbarian, and he really doesn't know the etiquette!"

Jia Jing's mount had been stabbed to death by the enemy soldiers in the previous battle. How could he catch up with Moron, who was riding his horse with his two legs?

Looking at Molun and the others who left when they were beaten, Jia Jing was unwilling to accept it, and he still felt a little envious.

At this moment, Jia Jing's idea of ​​getting a good mount for himself has never been as strong as it is now.

Moron ran away, but his tall slat was not as fast as Moron and his men ran away.

Behind Jia Jing, the personal guards who followed closely continued to charge, killing the flag-holding soldier who was not too fast because he was carrying the big flag, and then cut off the flagpole that was thick with his arms.

At this point, in this battle, the Tatar army's flag was cut off again.

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