Tiezhongyuan looks at the burned warehouse and crying women and children. Their faces are very blue. Thousands of women and children fall on the grass. Their blood forms a blood ditch and flows meandering. Many people are not dead, but they are more miserable than those who died. They have no medicine or materials. They have to suffer one more second of pain if they live one more second. Tiezhongyuan does not leave Guard troops, but the hundreds of soldiers led by Qiao are elite, The assault ability is super strong, equipped with a large number of heavy machine guns and grenades, where he passes is like a sickle, which easily cuts down his left behind troops.
Joe doesn't have compassion for women and children like crescent moon. Although he doesn't kill them deliberately, the women and children who stand in front of them will be shot without hesitation. They also rush into the camp as soon as possible to light all the buildings and yurts they can see, and cut off the last hope of the golden wolf flag.
There are still more than 10000 returned soldiers, forming an endless stream of people in the camp, but these soldiers have no previous bloodlust and madness, but only panic and fear.
In more than an hour, they lost thousands of people, and the materials in the camp were also burned. They couldn't save themselves because of the huge fire. They could only watch the materials turn to ashes in the fire.
Not only the faces below are full of fear and fear, but also the remaining commanders in tiezhongyuan. They know more than the people below. The more so, the more scared they are. Ba Yan, who has been intact, has begun to figure out that it is more cost-effective to take refuge in the wolf flag.
The army in the distance, led by three infantry combat vehicles, slowly pressed towards this side. The mountain like heavy atmosphere spread in the camp. Although their number was dozens of times that of the other side, no one was willing to fight. Just now, they fought hard, and the soldiers did not fight hard. Even so, they did not destroy that side, On the contrary, they lost vital materials. It can be said that after today, they don't know what to eat tomorrow.
Tiezhongyuan's face is just Tieqing, but not a bit flustered. He stands at the head of the crowd, and his aura is deeper and deeper. At the critical moment, tiezhongyuan is more calm. He will never think about his loss or bad situation. The bigger the crisis is, the more he has to find a way out in the crisis and take his people through it safely.
The grain has been burned, the army has been finished, the army has been defeated, and thousands of people have fallen on the grass in front of his home. But this can't shake his mind. He just calculated Zhang Xiaoqiang's final intention. Today may not be able to pass, so he won't think about tomorrow.
"Look at them, you look at them..."
Tiezhongyuan suddenly roared loudly in the oldest Mongolian language, pointing to the corpses on the ground with his right hand, the injured women and children, more than 10000 soldiers and more than 10000 women and children, looking at the bloody grass in the middle of the field.
"See, that's what the enemy brought us. They brought us bullets and flames. No matter where you want to run, as long as the enemy follows, you will never find shelter. Without food, you will never get out of the grassland..."
Tiezhongyuan used his speech to block everyone's retreat. Before Zhang Xiaoqiang's army broke up, no matter how they ran, as long as there was no food or transportation, they would only become a pile of bones under the grass.
"What if there is no food? What if the bullet's gone? We still have people. You still have steel knives and weapons in your hands. No one can slaughter us like lambs until the last moment. Even if we die, we will fight to death with bullets. We can't be killed from behind like cowards. "
Tiezhongyuan's words made those women and children raise their voices. They never killed Han people, never did anything to hurt others, but they were slaughtered by others, which made them feel afraid and angry. The distant army became their enemies. They encouraged the men and soldiers to fight with that army, To prove that they are eagles on the grassland.
Zhang Xiaoqiang and his troops fought with the golden wolf flag again in a two kilometer area. The smoke of gunpowder still remained behind them, the oil on the soldiers' faces had not been wiped off, and tens of thousands of troops gathered in front of them. This time, the Mongolians took out all their cards, and even women stood behind the eight tribes with kitchen knives and iron spoons. Once the war started, They would come up with men and fight with armed soldiers with their kitchenware until they were shot.
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