Chapter 33 Military Disaster

God-given opportunity, Ma Cheng winked at the soldiers on the left and right, suddenly stood up and rushed out of the yard, charging towards an enemy cavalry with his iron fork raised, the enemy cavalry reacted very quickly, the cavalry shouted and raised his lance,

He controlled the war horse and rushed over, but unfortunately the sprint distance was too short.

Ma Cheng held a sigh of relief in his chest, and without saying a word, he handed the iron fork to his right hand, rolled forward sideways on the spot, stood up and thrust his gun at the same time, narrowly avoiding the trotting horse that was charging towards him, and letting the enemy's horse hold it flat.

The lance missed the target, and the enemy rider panicked and tried to get off his horse, but Ma Cheng stabbed him hard in the chest and abdomen from the side, causing him to fall off his horse with a scream.

I only had time to pull out the iron fork and turn around, and I met another enemy soldier who was dismounted and was searching for property. The soldiers on the left and right were also engaged in a fierce battle, and they were strangled with a small group of enemy cavalry. The eyes of the enemy soldiers in front of them were already gone.

Turning red, he pulled out his saber, roared with triangular eyes, and slashed at him.

Ma Cheng took advantage of the length of the iron fork to sweep past him. A mocking expression seemed to flash on the enemy soldier's face. The sword changed from chopping to cutting, easily cutting the iron fork's wooden handle into two pieces. The moment the iron fork broke, Ma Cheng was completely in a rage.

The upper force, a crisp and beautiful left magazine shot, the combined force of both hands, the thrust of the waist, and the control of several combined forces came across, and the length of the iron fork hit the enemy soldier's chin hard.

The enemy soldier groaned and staggered back, and in the process of retreating, the sharpened stick pierced his fragile heart.

The mocking expression was still on his face, and the enemy soldier fell to his knees with his blood-red eyes wide open, and died tragically on the spot.

Ma Cheng couldn't hide his breath and took a few breaths. His whole body was soaked with hot sweat, and his clothes were very uncomfortable sticking to his body. These assassination moves seemed to be completed crisply and neatly, but the process was very dangerous.

, if he hadn't used a sneak attack to forcefully kill one person first, he would probably be the one lying on the ground under the attack of these brave enemy soldiers.

Pulling out his sword, Ma Cheng roared and charged into the battle group again.

Late at night, the screams all around gradually became fainter.

Ma Cheng stood among the dead, looking at the three soldiers, who were covered in blood, gathering the captured war horses together.

Two of the five soldiers were killed in battle, both of them were Ma Guozhong's men. Six against five, five Jianzhou cavalry were killed at the cost of two deaths. Two of them were killed by Ma Cheng himself. Ma Cheng finally felt it for himself.

The ferocity of Jiannu. This was a result of a secret attack, or in a village with a narrow terrain, where the war horse could not speed up, and the distance was too close to use the mounted bow.

Ma Cheng asked himself that if it was in an open area, the outcome would be very unpredictable, and this was the fierce Jiannu.

The sky is bright, Balintun.

The fire had just been extinguished. The people of Balin Tun suffered heavy casualties. Half of the village was completely burned by the fire. The wheat field at the entrance of the village had turned into a death field. There were dozens of corpses of villagers parked. There were more than forty people in Balin Tun.

There are more than a hundred people in the household, not counting those who died in the fire and whose bodies were not found. After this senseless military disaster, most of the people who survived were young and strong men, while the old, weak, women and Confucians died or were injured in just one morning.

There were more than half of them. There were more than seventy Ming army corpses in the pile of corpses, and the corpses of eight Jianzhou cavalry were placed alone on the other side.

Five of them were killed by Ma Cheng and others, and the other three corpses were killed by Balin Tun Minzhuang who rose up to resist.

This small group of Jianzhou Rangers had only a small number of people, and most of them suffered casualties, so they could be considered defeated.

Amid bursts of crying, the village's elite were organized by the village chief to dig holes and bury the corpses. Amid the miserable cries, the Ming troops hiding in various parts of the village also came out in twos and threes. Only about twenty people were still alive.

Almost everyone was injured. Among this Ming army of more than 20 people, the one with the highest official position was a member of the Baihu Army, and he had a broken leg for some reason.

Hundreds of households in the Ming army saw Ma Cheng with a sheathed sword hanging on his waist and wearing a ninth-grade official uniform. They were stunned for a moment and then limped over.

The attitude of this 100-year-old man was quite polite. He raised his fists and said, "May I ask your surname?"

Ma Cheng saw his eyes twinkling and answered naturally and casually: "It's easy to say, Mr. Ma is patrolling Anle Prefecture."

Baihu looked confused, obviously he couldn't imagine what kind of official this was, and he was a little confused.

Looking at the corpses of the Ming army on the ground, Baihu felt a little sad and angry: "We are the Dongzhou Town Army. I thank you for your help."

Ma Cheng waved his hand helplessly, Dongzhou is Fushun's garrison city, and the Dongzhou town army can be considered the elite of the Liao army. A town army of 100 households was eaten alive by more than a dozen Jianzhou cavalry.

Thanks to this Master of Baihu, he was able to cry. Baihu stomped his chest and cried for a while, then limped to collect the dozens of remaining soldiers under his command.

After the big day broke out, Ma Guozhong led his Majiabao disciples to come to the rescue.

Faced with the destruction of most of Balin Tun and the twenty or so remnant soldiers who managed to escape with their lives, the Majiabao disciples all fell silent.

After discussing with the surviving elders of the Balintun tribe, the villagers of Balintun, who wore filial piety every time, retreated twenty miles north and settled in a nearly abandoned military fort.

Later, Macheng ordered people to invite monks and Taoists to conduct a ritual ceremony for the villagers and soldiers of the Ming Dynasty who suffered in Balintun.

Compared with Kaiyuan's large and small yamen who were indifferent, Ma Cheng, a ninth-grade official, was very popular among the people for his actions.

At night, Jingan Fort.

This was originally a large military fortress to defend against the Mongols. Later, with the increase in the Han population, the Jingan Fort also lost its strategic value and was gradually abandoned.

At night, Ma Cheng stood in the inner room of the fort and grabbed a piece of cotton armor stripped from the Jianzhou cavalry. After studying it, he found that the red cotton armor was basically based on the Ming Dynasty's cotton armor style, but it was thicker than the Yuanyang war coat.

Ma Guozhong and Ding Wenchao were silent next to them. The death of two of their subordinate cavalry made them feel a little bad.

Putting down the red cotton armor, Ma Cheng asked softly: "How?"

After Ma Guozhong pondered for a while, he answered cautiously: "In the 30th year of Wanli, Jiannu Zhenghongqi was still a miscellaneous army. Now, it has become a climate."

Ding Wenchao also grabbed a sharp Jianzhou lance and sighed: "If you can't kill the tiger, you will eventually become a big trouble."

Ma Guozhong snorted and couldn't help scolding: "Raising a thief to respect yourself will eventually create a serious problem for your inner circle. This thief Li Chengliang is harming the country!"

Ding Wenchao was also indignant and echoed: "If the boss were still alive, how could Jian Nu be so domineering!"

Ma Cheng's face was as dark as water after hearing this, and he felt deeply disgusted with the incident between the former Liaodong commander-in-chief Li Chengliang and Nurhachi.

Jian Nu is indeed a vicious dog raised by Li Chengliang, but this vicious dog is now out of control.

As Ma Guozhong said, Jianzhou Zhenghong Banner was still a group of miscellaneous soldiers more than ten years ago. Now, the Ming Dynasty Zhenjun, who is capable of fighting, cannot hold its head high.

True red flag, this is still the Five Flags under Jiannu, and the elite soldiers under it are already so fierce.

Shang Sanqi, how ferocious should it be? Ma Cheng scratched his hair in pain. After experiencing the ferocity of the Jiannu cavalry, he never wanted to fight with the Jiannu cavalry in the field. Most of the Ming Dynasty soldiers were light armored infantry.

When encountering the Jiannu army, which is mainly composed of light-armored cavalry, they cannot fight back, let alone run away. They are completely powerless to fight back.
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