The charge of hundreds of cavalrymen was like thunder on the flat ground, and the sound of hoofbeats was extremely depressing.
This is the natural suppression of infantry facing cavalry. This suppression comes from the natural restraint attributes of each other's arms.
Or maybe it's the overwhelming advantage unique to tall people and big horses.
Getting closer and clearer.[
The high-ranking cavalry rushed over with ferocious contempt.
One hundred steps, sixty steps, thirty steps...
"Don't mess around, don't move, just listen to my orders!"
Shi Dayong screamed until his mouth went dry. Screaming was his only weapon. He could do nothing but keep shouting to cheer up his subordinates.
Capturing the head of a general out of a million-strong army, capturing the thief first and the king are all described in romance novels.
Shi Dayong did not have the courage to ride alone against hundreds of cavalry. If this scene really happened, Shi Dayong believed that his ending would be miserable.
"We are all raised by our parents. If we die, who will die for our two elders! So we must live. Believe me and believe in yourselves, we will definitely live!"
"I know that some of you are already married and have children, so think about your mothers-in-law and your children who can only walk! If you die, you will never see your flesh and blood! We are not here for anyone,
Just fight for your parents, wives and children!"
"Come on, Manchurian dog, come on!"
"bring it on!"
After shouting the last "Come on" almost like crazy, Shi Dayong's eyes turned red and he roared like his lungs were about to explode: "Stand up!"
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"Cut off the heads of the rebels, strip off the clothes of the rebels, snatch away the rebels' horses, string up the noses of the surrenderers, and make them our most docile cattle and sheep!"
Bayan was so excited that he was a little sick. In his eyes, the silent Ming soldiers in front of him were no different from dead people.
The experience of following King Khan into the Pass and fighting told him that there was never anyone in the Ming army who dared to fight.
No matter how good their equipment is, no matter how neat their array is, everything is just a sight but not a useful one.
When the first horse's hooves step into the opponent's formation, a rout will begin.
Therefore, there is no need to be afraid, no need to hesitate, no need to consider, fighting against the Ming people relies on courage.
Courage belongs to my Manchu warriors![
Courage belongs to me with a red flag!
Courage belongs to me Bayan!
"Ah!...Kill!" Bayan roared excitedly.
"kill!"
Led by Bayan, hundreds of Mongolian soldiers became like a pack of wolves seeing lambs, howling and waving the long knives in their hands, rushing desperately towards the Ming soldiers who were already squatting on the ground in fear.
Seeing that he was about to rush into the defense line of the Ming army, Gulbus couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe he had been a little cautious just now. These Ming soldiers were indeed bluffing. In fact, they were the same as Zu Dashou in Dalinghe City.
They were all cowards, and some of the Ming soldiers were so frightened that they squatted on the ground!
The fire cannons of the Ming army are useless at all. After one round, they will become like burning sticks. The black smoke emitted by the fire cannons will be our best cover. Ming people, suffer death!
Almost every Mongolian soldier was thinking the same thing, that is, the Ming army's firecrackers could only be fired once, and after that, they would be lambs to be slaughtered.
However, no one noticed that the Ming people's cannons were not fired at all.
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The Tatars are coming, the Tatars are coming...
Due to excessive nervousness, An Dexi, a soldier of Wuziying Team A, was always tense, and there was no trace of blood on his almost rigid face. The instinct of survival made him tightly hold the long piece of wood in his hand.
Behind him, every word of Master Guards was deeply ringing in his ears. An Dexi did not get married, but he did have parents.
Thinking of the Tatars burning, killing, and looting in the capital two years ago, and herself and her parents fleeing to the countryside, An Dexi subconsciously shuddered.
Lord Guard is right, I have to live, and only by living can I see my two elders through to the end. If I die, who will take care of my parents?
Live, live, I want to live!
The most primitive instinct of human beings is to survive, and the drive to survive can destroy everything.
No one wants to die.
Shi Dayong did not tell his subordinates any big principles or nation-states. He only told his subordinates to live, not for others, but for himself, his parents, his wife and children.
Empty words and big words, no matter how much they are said, what's the point. Only home is the simplest and most useful truth.
Only when you have a family can you have a country, and when you have a family, you have a country. People live first for their families, and secondly for their country. If you can't fight for your loved ones, then why fight for your country!
Soldiers are also human beings. As human beings, they have a home. As a human being, they miss home. They have parents, wives and children at home! For them, we must live! If we want to live, we must fight to the end! [
A coward has no right to live, let alone be homesick.
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The Tatar cavalry rushed up.
"vertical!"
On the verge of collapse, the soldiers finally waited for the order from the garrison master.
In an instant, the soldiers of the Yongzi Battalion A, who were already squatting on the ground in the front row, mechanically raised their long sticks in their hands, pointing the sharpened stick heads directly at the swarming cavalry.
"what!"
The sudden appearance of the sharp wooden order made the Mongolian soldiers at the front look stunned, but their surprise quickly disappeared. Looking at the sharply sharpened wood, they seemed to understand something, and their faces instantly turned pale.
But it was too late.
"Hush!"
The Mongolian soldiers beat their horses one after another. They wanted to avoid the sharp wood. However, just as the arrow was on the string, they had to realize that at this moment, they had no room for detours, let alone time.
Bayan, this Mongolian bull with a red flag in Manchuria was praised as "the first warrior of Mongolia" by Dabeile Daishan of the Later Jin Dynasty. He did not live up to Daishan's praise. He is indeed a warrior because he is the fastest sprinter.
of.
From launching the charge without permission to discovering the sharp wooden posts suddenly erected by the Ming army, Bayan was always at the forefront.
This meant that his end was not good. If he rushed too fast, Bayan would be the first to hit the sharp wood.
"Ababu, Ababu, suddenly timid, suddenly timid!"
No matter how brave Bayan was, he didn't want to die. He shouted in fear and reined in the horse desperately, but everything he did was in vain.
In fact, all he could do was watch helplessly as his mount plunged headlong into the cold light of the wood.
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War horses also have spirituality; animals also have survival instincts.
Like a sudden brake, several war horses stopped in their tracks, but their whole bodies continued to rush forward, hitting the tip of death without hesitation.
One war horse stopped too quickly, broke its front legs, and fell to the ground. The Mongolian soldier on the horse screamed and was thrown into the Ming army's defense line. He hit the ground heavily and bled to death from his orifices.
Amidst the bursts of "poof" sounds, more than a dozen war horses were soon stabbed directly through the sharp wood of Wuziying. The horse blood spurted out like a ruptured human artery, splashing on the faces of the soldiers of Wuziying.