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"Soldier Commander, we'll be beaten away by the Northern Lu!" A soldier from behind the chariot formation asked the sergeant beside him.

There was thick smoke in front of the car array, and the pungent smell of gunpowder kept drilling into the nostrils.

The man who was called the sergeant beside him was raising the cart, staring with his big eyes and looking forward hard, and after a while, he said, "I can't hear the sound of horse hooves, I must have run away."

The warrior grinned and smiled, "When I was a child, I always heard the old man tell me how powerful the Beilu were. Now it seems that it is just that. He ran away without even touching the edge of our car array."

"It's not that the Beilu is not powerful, but that the muskets in our hands are powerful." The sergeant patted his musket with his hand.

The warrior said, "The border army also has muskets. When the Beilu came to attack the border in the past, they could only hide in the city and dared not fight with the Beilu like our tiger flag."

"The ones used by the border military are also called muskets. They are even hot when they are burning fire sticks." The sergeant curled his lips and said immediately, "In Datong, the only one who dares to fight against the Beilu is our tiger flag."

The warrior nodded in agreement.

There was no movement in front of the chariot formation, and all the soldiers with the tiger flag were much more relaxed. I guessed that this battle was probably won.

"From the third team, follow me to the outside of the car formation to check the situation." A squad leader shouted at the soldiers around him.

After shouting, he was the first to cross the chariot formation and came outside the chariot formation.

A small team of more than 30 soldiers walked out of the chariot formation and walked into the smoke in front of the chariot formation.

The sight can be seen up to five or six steps in the smoke.

More than 30 soldiers stood in a row and walked forward step by step.

After walking fifteen or sixteen steps, everyone's eyes lit up and came through the smoke. The smell of gunpowder in the air became much lighter, but there was a little more sweet and fishy smell.

At this moment, a soldier suddenly knelt on the ground, pressed one hand on the ground, and vomited something from his stomach in his mouth.

Soon, many more soldiers, like him, lay on the ground and vomited.

Most of the soldiers with more than 30 people were lying on the ground and vomiting. Not many people could still stand still, but these people who did not vomit subconsciously frowned.

Corpse were piled up in front of me in a mess, piled up on the ground in a mess, and there were also corpses of war horses, mixed together, and many of the corpses were stained with blood in another color. Blood was gushing out from the wounds on the abdomen of some war horses.

The squad leader of the warrior took a few steps forward, and the smell of blood became more and more pungent. He couldn't help but vomited for a while, but he didn't vomit anything.

He vomited for a long time, endured the discomfort in his stomach, looked at it a few more times, then turned around and said to a sergeant: "Tell the captain that the attacking Mongolian cavalry had been defeated."

A sergeant turned around and ran towards the direction of the car formation.

At this moment, the smoke in front of the carriage has faded a lot, and the view can be seen further.

There was no sound of horse hooves near the chariot array, but the sound of reverse cannons could be heard more clearly.

In the distance ahead, cannons fell from the hillside and hit the Mongolian cavalry team in the distance.

No one rushed towards the direction of the chariot formation and turned around and retreated.

Because the distance was too far, there were only sixty four-pound cannons and six-pound cannons chasing the Mongolian cavalry.

Wang Yuncheng on the mountainside looked at the situation on the battlefield with a monocular telescope for a while and said, "The Northern Lu were defeated and started to escape. Should we send out the breastplate cavalry to charge for a while?"

Chen Xunping said: "If Hu Guangyi's artillery team fights for a while, Su Nang has not escaped yet. He has a lot of cavalry left by his side. Our cavalry will easily suffer losses when chasing them now."

On the hillside a few miles away, there was a big star, and Su Nang and Kankantada were both under the star.

The plain sac is as pale as paper.

He never stopped the Mongolian cavalry who fled back from defeat and fleeing. Even Agula and the one hundred cavalry were recruited by him.

"Let's go, it's too late if you don't leave." Kancantada said anxiously.

When the nearly a thousand cavalry who rushed towards the Tiger Flag Chariot Formation escaped only less than a hundred cavalry, they knew that they had lost this battle.

"Retreat!" The word "suka" squeezed out from the teeth.

After saying that, he rode his horse heads first and galloped towards Xinpingbao.

The Mongolian cavalry who had not gone to the battlefield followed behind him and retreated step by step in the direction of the coming.

The Mongolian cavalry who retreated from the battlefield were like headless flies, without any order, and they all wanted to escape from the battlefield first and avoid the falling ones and take down cannons.

The slow-fleeing people died at the hands of those who were chasing them from behind, and some fell off their horses while running away and were trampled into meat paste by horse hooves.

During the attack, the Mongolian cavalry of five thousand-man teams were left with only about a thousand cavalry when they fled from the battlefield.

Chen Xunping put away the monocular lens in his hand and said to his messenger: "Import our breastplate cavalry to bite the Mongols' tails and don't let them escape easily."

The messenger waved the flags in his hand and blew out flag words.

Rumble!

The breastplate cavalry rushed out from behind Shaopo and rushed to the defeated Beilu side.

Chen Xunping turned his head and looked at Wang Yuncheng and said, "I will lead the war team and the chariot formation to chase you. If you stay here, you must clean up the battlefield. The body must be cleaned up. If you stay here, you will get an epidemic."

Wang Yuncheng nodded.

Chen Xunping ran from the hillside toward the car formation below, and the messenger ran down with him.

It didn't take long, and half of the battle soldiers were divided into battles and marched towards Xinpingbao.

All those left behind were the soldiers from the Fourth Warrior Camp.

After Wang Yuncheng came back, he said to a left-behind team captain: "Go to a group of people and cut off Beilu's heads, and dig a hole and buried the remaining bodies."

There were thousands of soldiers in the camp, and some of them went to clean the battlefield, clean up the corpses of the Northern Leg and the war horses, and some of the undead war horses were also collected.

War horses that are seriously injured and not dead can be used as marching rations, and intact war horses can be handed over to breastplate cavalry. War horses that are not seriously injured but cannot continue to go to the battlefield can be used as pack horses.

As long as it is a living animal, it is always useful.

As for those war horses that were killed by muskets or cannons, they were stained with countless human blood. Even if they were cleaned up, no one was willing to eat them. They were all buried with the bodies of the Beilu.

"It's so fucking satisfying." Hu Guangyi grinned and laughed.

In this battle, even if his artillery team did not kill and injure thousands of cavalry, the remaining Beilu died at the hands of their own people because of the artillery attack.

It can be said that the greatest contribution to this battle was their artillery team.

"Quick, hurry, cool down the gun barrel. Maybe our artillery team will have a chance to show their face next." Hu Guangyi urged the gunner to pour water on the cannon body to cool down.
Chapter completed!