Following his order, the northern cavalry who had been eyeing tigers finally moved, and rushed down the mountain in a dense mass. The sound of roaring iron hoofs made everyone in the Golden Snake Camp who was still retreating terrified, and they looked up desperately at the man on the sentry tower. figure.
"Great wind, get up!" Song Qingshu raised his hands again, as if a god had heard his call in the dark, just as he finished speaking, there was a gentle breeze in the valley just now, and suddenly the wind was strong, flying sand and rocks, blowing people's eyes open No, the Manchu and Qing cavalry who were charging were especially affected because they were facing the wind. They were all stumbling around, and the entire formation suddenly became a little chaotic.
Everyone in the Golden Snake Battalion had already been ordered, and they took out their weapons one after another, lined up and waited. At this moment, they were completely different from before. They all seemed to have been injected with adrenaline. Some even couldn't help screaming, and their morale suddenly returned to the peak.
"How can this be!"
Sabsu secretly groaned, is there really someone who can control the power of nature? But soon he put the sudden weakness and panic behind him. He knew in his heart that once the cavalry rushed up, if they ordered to stop suddenly, the rear army would collide with the front army and die without a fight.
At this moment, the arrow was on the string and had to be launched. Although facing the wind, the combat power of the cavalry was greatly reduced, and Sabsu had to let the cavalry continue to charge down, but he wanted to smash the mob below with all his strength.
The Northern Route Army is indeed the elite that has been stationed in northern Xinjiang all year round. The initial panic was quickly controlled by Sabsu. Although everyone squinted, since they continued to rush down the mountain.
"Lightning!"
Song Qingshu's mysterious voice sounded again, and soon a long and thick bolt of lightning slid across the sky. Under the reflection of the dazzling electric light, the figure on the sentry tower suddenly became like a god and demon.
"Thunder!"
Song Qingshu spit out two words quickly and clearly, and then a series of deafening thunder resounded through the valley, suppressing the sound of the Qing soldiers charging at once.
The Qing army was finally in chaos. In this era, Song Qingshu's performance was really appalling. He could control wind, fire, thunder and lightning with his own power.
Coupled with the strong wind in the valley, lightning and thunder, many war horses were also frightened, and they were no longer under the control of their riders. Once the front army was in chaos, the entire charging camp was also in chaos.
Seeing the cavalry staggered into a group, Sabsu's heart bleeds. He has been in the army for decades, and he has never encountered such a useless thing. He had the upper hand, but he lost half of his troops before the two armies took over People!
Sabsu looked around, feeling a little relieved at last. After all, he was the elite brought out by himself. Although they encountered so many emergencies, nearly half of the cavalry skillfully avoided the chaos in front of them.
"Whether you are a god or a ghost, this time I will make you the soul of my iron cavalry." Song Qingshu's almost ghostly performance made Sa Busu a little terrified, but after all, he has been fighting in the battlefield for many years, and he has a very murderous aura. Initiated fiercely, and commanded the remaining cavalry troops to continue rushing down the mountain.
Although the cavalry under his command were terribly afraid, the general was very strict on weekdays. In addition, they charged from the mountain to the downhill, and they had the same momentum. They couldn't stop even if they wanted to, so they had to bite the bullet and rushed down the mountain with the general.
Seeing that he was getting closer to the Golden Snake Camp, Sabsu licked his tongue and shouted, "Raise your gun! Get ready to shoot!"
Seeing the Tartar cavalry raising their black three-eyed guns one after another in the distance, the Golden Snake Battalion at the foot of the mountain couldn't help but start rioting even though their morale was unprecedentedly high.
Song Qingshu also noticed the actions of the Manchu and Qing cavalry, and knew that when they came within range and fired a few rounds of three-eyed guns in their hands, the Golden Snake Camp might suffer heavy losses.
But he was already prepared, put his hands on the sky again, and shouted: "It's raining!"
If they had heard Song Qingshu's ghostly screams before, no matter whether it was the Golden Snake Camp or the Manchu cavalry, they would only laugh at him like a lunatic, but the series of dreamlike events just now made everyone dare not take his words lightly.
Sabusu's heart skipped a beat, and it was already cold. If he really summoned the rain, the three-eyed blunderbuss that his cavalrymen were most proud of would all become decorations at once. In addition, there was a lot of mud in the valley. When it rains, there are mud puddles everywhere, which is a deadly trap for the cavalry who charge.
"God, please don't let it rain." Sabusu had always been disrespectful to ghosts and gods, so he couldn't help praying at this moment.
It's a pity that God seems to be on Song Qingshu's side today, and soon Sabusu felt a cold drop of water hitting his cheek.
"It's over, it's over, it's over."
Sabsu ordered frantically, regardless of whether the enemy came within range: "Shoot, shoot!"
It's a pity that the rain came faster than expected. At the beginning, there were bean-sized raindrops sparsely scattered, and soon it was pouring down. The three-eyed blunderbuss in the hands of the Manchu cavalry had just fired a few shots before being drenched by the rain. Wet with gunpowder, the three-eyed gun suddenly turned into a fire stick.
What was even more frightening was that the rain was so heavy that the ground became soft and muddy at a speed visible to the naked eye. Rows of cavalrymen stumbled and fell down.
At this time, the Qing soldiers finally collapsed. No one wanted to continue to charge down. Those who fell off their horses ran back one after another. The few lucky ones who did not fall also hurriedly turned their horses and fled back up the mountain. people bumped into each other.
The cavalry unit, which was still murderous not long ago, suddenly became a mess and lost its combat effectiveness in an instant.
"My performance is just like Zhuge Zhiliang and Guan Yunzhi!" Song Qingshu finally breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help thinking about it coquettishly, but soon found that the entire Golden Snake Camp below looked at him dumbfounded. I couldn't help but roar angrily and funnyly: "What are you doing in a daze, you all rush to me!"
Song Qingshu is now the reincarnation of a god in the eyes of everyone, and his voice immediately detonated the morale of the entire Golden Snake Camp.
All the people, whether it's his direct line troops, or other subordinates, Yang Miaozhen's Red Coat Army, or the gangster sects who help fists, all of them are like chicken blood, and they spread their legs into chaos. The regiment's Manchu cavalry rushed over.
"General, let's go, it's too late if you don't go." A group of soldiers on the mountainside pulled Sa Busu and comforted him anxiously.
"Thinking that I am a majestic elite, I was defeated by one person!" Sabu looked haggard, glanced at the man at the foot of the mountain, gritted his teeth, pulled out his waist knife, and beheaded several soldiers who persuaded him to escape.
"Anyone who dares to retreat will be killed!" Sabsu said fiercely. Although the large army is chaotic, its strength still exists. As long as the chaos can be stabilized as soon as possible, it may not be invincible for a battle.
Song Qingshu at the foot of the mountain keenly noticed that the soldiers around Sabusu seemed to be gathering signs, and couldn't help laughing loudly: "I have heard for a long time that King Xiao used to take the head of the King of Chu from it, and Song has been fascinated for a long time. , and follow suit.”