The Ola Light Cavalry, who was charging, instantly lost his hooves and fell into pieces. At a distance of 300 steps, the gun lifted the gun and exerted amazing lethality, which made many Kaiyuan soldiers stunned. In addition to the cumbersome operation, this thing fired very slowly.

It was simply a powerful tool to deal with cavalry. Bai Huanzhang saw with his own eyes a lead bullet piercing through an Oar cavalry. His remaining strength was not gone, and he smashed the head of a war horse. This penetration was amazing.

With a scream, Kaiyuan soldiers threw away the gun barrels and were burned. After two shots, the thing was no longer usable and needed to cool down. Bai Huanzhang picked up the bargain and stopped it. With a command, Kaiyuan soldiers hurriedly carried it.

He lifted the gun, but he turned around and ran away. The firearm designed by Sun Yuanhua was a bit humanized. He designed a grip on the gun, and it was not difficult to carry the thirty kilograms to one person.

The Oirat cavalry, which was suddenly attacked by fire, was in chaos and reorganized after a long time and rushed to the meadow. This time, the Oirats became cautious and sent vanguards to search tremblingly. After a while, they found the city walls.

I found that I could not see half of the Ming army's shadow, as if the firepower attack just now emerged from the ground. Several vanguards reported tremblingly that several patriarchs and Taiji started arguing.

After discussion, the two Taiji Acheng and Bai Hong decided to advance and rushed to the Ming people's market thousands of miles away. They could not return empty-handed. The two families each sent 5,000 cavalry to gather 10,000 people.

The attack was launched, and the lazy people were confused about the ambush in the market. Once the army entered the city, the smoke disappeared. What could a few Ming merchants manage? Can they fight the brave and warlike Oirat warriors? First break the city gate,

Under the cover of the army, dozens of cavalry rushed forward, put on ropes and horses to exert force, and the heavy gate fell down.

The gate of the Mingren's market opened, and the two Taiji shouted excitedly: "Warriors, rush in and kill Guangmingren!"

The two tribes had more than 10,000 cavalry rolling forward, with a small number of iron-armored cavalry as the guide, and swarmed in from the west gate of the meadow. The Oirats also had heavy cavalry but the number was not large. About 300 cavalrymen were armed with a spear, forming a team of

The marching slowly, the standard Mongolian Empire tactics, the three hundred Oirat heavy cavalry were all good at throwing spears and were protected by heavy armor. They would not be afraid of a group of weak Ming merchants and large groups of cavalry searching along the streets.

The two sides of the street were a little quiet, empty, with only the remaining houses and stalls, proving the prosperity here. The strange tranquility made the carefully trained war horses sniffled uneasily, and the heavy cavalry of the Oirat were even more attentive.

Holding the spear, he moved forward slowly, searching, and followed by a large group of light cavalry.

bite!

An Oirat cavalry threw out his spear and blood was blooming. However, the Oirat soldiers around him burst into laughter. A goose was stabbed to death by the overly nervous Oirat soldiers. With the unrestrained laughter, two

A large number of figures suddenly appeared on the roof of a house made of soil. I don’t know how many Ming people held various firearms and bows, which illuminated the Oirat soldiers on the street below. They shot fiercely, and the frightened war horses stood.

The Oirat soldiers who were shot and shot were overturned all over the ground.

In chaos, frightened war horses and cavalry trampled on each other, and outstanding psychological qualities rose up to fight back.

These Ming people were very vicious and tricky. They let out 300 heavy armored Oirat soldiers and specifically targeted the light cavalry behind them. Therefore, after one encounter, the light cavalry behind the Oirat team suffered heavy casualties.

Wearing a leather robe and leather armor, under the attack of dense rainboat bows and arrows, he rolled all over the ground like dumplings, and the screams were shocking. He hurriedly rolled off his saddle, grabbed his bow, and fought back with his spear.

There was a chaotic battle, dense rain of bullets hit the earth walls and dust on the ground.

After a full quarter of an hour of battle, Meng'an, the heavy cavalryman in the front team, shouted loudly and comforted the soldiers of the rear team who were in chaos. Meng'an was also cruel enough to slap a scattered Oirat soldiers running around with one spear.

After being nailed to the ground, the panicked gang gradually calmed down on the entire street. Looking up, the Ming people on the roof had long disappeared, leaving only some corpses and a few hand guns.

In this chaos, the unscathed Oirat heavy cavalrymen were twitching. These Ming people were too vicious and let the heavy cavalry vanguards in the armor and stared at the unarmed attack. The Mengan looked at the ground.

The body was covered with blood, and the wounded soldiers who were rolling and screaming in the pool of blood could not hold back. They gently clamped the horse's belly to activate the war horse. They rushed out and rushed out for more than ten steps, and there was a loud bang, and the people and horses fell into it.

Get lost.

The Oirat soldiers were shocked and rushed up and took out the dirty Shangguan. The Meng'an and his men and horses fell into the pit, broke their necks and spit out blood foam. The subordinates hurriedly carried the headman outside the city.

At this moment, a few sparks suddenly flashed at the end of the street. A sharp-eyed Oirat soldier saw the sparks that were extinguished in one flash, and screamed and flashed to the street. After a crackling explosion, the Oirat soldier who squeezed into a group were beaten into one.

The blood gourd. Several lead bullets were so penetrating. One of them pierced through three horses, and turned the Valer soldiers on the street into a flesh-and-blood gourd.

In a panic, the Oirat soldiers, who were covered by war horses, shot arrows and threw spears desperately.

At the end of the street, sparks flashed, and several Ming army gunmen and rabbits who had successfully attacked escaped.

The Oirat soldiers were furious and carried the seriously injured Meng'an to retreat. They were squeezed back by the team of troops in the back. The meadow was so big that it was a major trade center connecting the Great Wall Grassland to Kaiyuan, occupying an area of ​​land.

The area exceeds thirty miles in radius. If you even count the outer stations, the area is more than fifty miles, and there are densely packed with solid warehouses, shops, and twisted streets, it can be said to be a natural street battle battlefield.

Some of the Oirat soldiers who were retreating in a mess, cut off their locks and rushed into the buildings on both sides with their knives.

There was a crackling burst of crackling and rushed into the blue brick and tile houses on both sides. The large number of Oirat soldiers in the warehouse were shocked. The warehouses along the street were filled with tea bricks, fabrics, porcelain, exquisite fabrics, and neatly stacked tea bricks.

It made a large number of Oirat soldiers snatch up. This was a hard currency on the grassland. A piece of tea brick could be exchanged for a sheep, and a brocade could be exchanged for a female slave. How could the Oirat soldiers who were used to being poor not be crazy?

The crazily robbed the Oirat army that had entered the city fell into chaos.

At the end of the street, Bai Huanzhang and Cao Bianjiao, a group of personal soldiers lay behind the barricade, staring at the Oirat army that was in chaos. Some people could not hold back.

Cao Bianjiao said in a muffled voice: "Fight, the tarzi is in chaos."

Bai Huanzhang didn't say a word, his heart beat wildly, and a very bold and arrogant thought arose in his heart. The so-called 200,000 Oirat army was just a mob, mostly composed of Western Mongolian herders. It was not difficult to defeat and guard this meadow.

It is not difficult. As a staff talent trained by Kaiyuan Military Academy, Bai Huanzhang naturally thought of the current situation of the war. Kaiyuan was fighting bloody at this time, and Baicheng must have been trapped in a heavy siege. How many Oirat soldiers can come here in Caodianji?

Such a group of mobs will think of retreating and detours once they suffer setbacks.

The city is dead, and people are alive. If the tens of thousands of Oirat soldiers are gathered around the meadow, then sticking to the city will lose its meaning and waste all the arrangements in the city.

Cao Bianjiao said impatiently again: "There is chaos in Tak, why don't you advance?"
Chapter completed!