"Mr. Qian, we can't hold on anymore, what should we do?"
The sudden reversal of the battle situation made everyone in the cavalry camp dumbfounded, so much so that they could not stop the young men and civilians in the supply camp from escaping. At this time, even if they wanted to stop the fleeing people, they were unable to do so.
The Jiannu on the left wing had already separated into a group and charged towards the cavalry camp. Their goal was very clear, they were coming towards the cavalry camp, and they paid no attention to the young and strong civilians who were escaping along the way.
The choice before the cavalry battalion now is difficult. Either rush forward and fight the Tatar cavalry to the bitter end, or immediately turn around and flee to Jinzhou.[
Choosing the latter, with the speed of the cavalry, Jiannu could not stop it at all, but this meant that the Wuyong Second Battalion and the young men of the people would all become the wronged souls of the Tatars.
There is more to say about what it means to choose the former.
Jiang Wanli looked silently at the chaotic scene ahead, his heart solidifying little by little, and the expression on his face becoming more and more gloomy.
There is no time, a decision must be made immediately!
The three cavalry commanders Wu Tieshan, Sun Youjin, and Li Changhe came over to the commander-in-chief and looked at Jiang Wanli with serious expressions. They were waiting for Mr. Qian's order. Although they knew what Mr. Qian would choose, they still looked at him firmly.
Jiang Wanli, they are waiting for the order to attack.
After casting a disdainful glance at the Daling River City Headquarters, Jiang Wanli pulled out his saber from his waist, clamped his legs together, and the horse immediately ran forward for a few steps. Then he jerked and the horse let out a long hiss.
, the front hooves hovered in mid-air, and then stepped heavily on the ground.
The sound of hooves falling.
"Brothers, do you remember Manshuai! Do you remember Andingmen? Do you remember the millions of fellow villagers who were massacred by the Tatars!"
I asked three questions, but no one answered.
Everyone among the three hundred cavalry was silent, and everyone was looking at their Lord Qian.
Jiang Wanli did not show any disappointment. They were all from Liaodong. They were all refugees back then. Everyone had a huge blood feud with Jiannu. How could he not know what they were thinking at this moment!
The hatred for killing my father is irreconcilable.
The hatred for killing one's mother is like a sea of blood.
For the sake of his dead wife and his dead children, kill all the slaves!
In the silent eyes of his subordinates, Jiang Wanli raised the long knife in his hand again and said in a loud voice: "If you still remember, then follow me to kill the slaves, kill the slaves! Let us use the heads of the Tatars to comfort the handsome spirit in heaven.
!Comfort the spirits of our relatives in heaven! Attack, attack with the whole army!"
"Attack! Attack!"
"Kill the slaves! Kill the slaves!"
The three hundred cavalrymen burst out with deafening shouts, and their eyes were replaced by hatred.
Jiang Wanli took the lead: Mr. Shi, Jiang will live up to your trust. I hope my three hundred cavalry can save the entire Songshan army![
"Drink! Hoo!"
De Keqin's Manchurian soldiers with yellow flags on the left wing and Jiang Wanli's Songshan cavalry battalion were like two sharp arrows and like two torrents, surging and about to collide.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
When the two groups of men and horses were about to collide, a thunderous sound of firecrackers sounded over the battlefield, deafening everyone.
It is a three-eyed fire gun, a fire gun that can fire three times in a row.
When the sound of firecrackers sounded, De Keqin knew something was wrong.
"Thump, thump!"
Amidst the sound of gunfire, those bannermen who had no armor at all or only a pitifully thin layer of cotton armor fell off their horses one after another. Before they could even let out a cry, they were trampled into a pulp by the hoofs of the war horses. The corpses that were not turned into pulp also seemed to be like
Just like a polo ball on a polo field, it will be thrown this way and that way.
The white-armored soldiers wearing several layers of thick armor were not immune to such a close-range firecracker fire. The six white-armored soldiers who rushed in front fell to the ground with their horses and men, and they died on the spot.
As if they wanted to vent all the blood feud between their family and country, the cavalry fired all three muskets in an instant, then roared and brandished their musket sticks and charged at the Tatar cavalry.
It was a real cavalry collision, and before the guns, swords and spears in their hands could even be used, the sounds of falling horses started one after another.
There are no fancy movements, the head and arms are constantly being thrown up and down again.
De Keqin underestimated the enemy. He thought that he could destroy this flashy Ming army cavalry with the help of white armor soldiers and flag soldiers. However, after the two armies clashed, he realized that he had made a fatal mistake - he really underestimated him.
This showed the will of this small Ming army cavalry to kill the enemy.
The firing of the three-eyed fire cannon knocked down at least fifty Manchurian bannermen, and more than thirty bannermen were also knocked off their horses during the collision. De Keqin's men had a total of sixteen white-armored soldiers and one hundred and forty bannermen.
At this time, more than half of them were gone. Although some people in the Ming army were killed, they were much fewer in comparison.
Soon, De Keqin tasted the bitter consequences of underestimating the enemy. Facing the Ming army's cavalry, which was much more numerous than himself, he was locked in a bitter battle with the remaining white-armored soldiers and bannermen. If the remaining white-armored soldiers were not too brave, they would have been able to
If one against three or even five against the Ming army, those bannermen would have been wiped out long ago.
"Blow the trumpet, blow the trumpet!"
Master Niu Lu was shooting wildly at the Ming army, and Gulbus's Mongolian soldiers were about to break through the Ming army's defense line. The battlefield was full of fleeing Ming troops, but he was trapped in a tight siege by the Ming army. Deke carefully assessed the situation,
Instead of forcing himself to hold on, he hurriedly ordered the trumpets to be blown for help.
The horn horn of "Woo Wu" soon sounded. Hearing De Keqin's call for help, Tu Lai's face couldn't help but twitch. Without a trace of hesitation, he waved his hand and ordered the attack. But it was not to rescue De Keqin, but the whole army.
Kill the Ming army who are strangled with the Mongolian soldiers with red flags.
To capture the thief, capture the king first. King Khan taught us to read more Han books and learn more Han strategies. Since the leader of the Ming army is trapped within their defense line, he must be shot first. Once the leader dies,
The will of those Ming troops to resist will completely collapse.
Tu Lai was worthy of being Fei Yingdong's son. He could see at a glance that the Ming cavalry was charging to save their general. Therefore, as long as they successfully shot and killed the Ming general, they would lose their backbone and lose their backbone, thus falling behind the Manchu warriors.
Under a crazy attack, the entire army collapsed.
As for De Keqin's request for help, Tu Lai did not take it seriously. He believed that even if the Manchu warriors were at a disadvantage, they could still draw a tie with the massive Ming army, or even defeat them.
Perhaps, in less than half a stick of incense, the Ming army should have collapsed.[
"attack!"
Tu Lai's sword flashed, reflecting his ferocious smile.
He was qualified enough to let out his hearty laughter, and confident enough to annihilate the enemy in one fell swoop. In front of his eyes, the resistance of the Ming army was getting weaker and weaker, although the corpses of the Mongolian soldiers were already piled up in the not very long road.
The Ming army's defense line was strong, but their number of soldiers able to take up arms was becoming fewer and fewer.
Victory belongs to the brave and invincible Manchu warriors.