The Jurchen cavalry behind gradually came up, but the speed has slowed down. They kept passing the corpses in front, and they kept turning into new corpses. The corpses of the centaur, between the two hills, had been lined up for more than 20 steps. .
The Jurchen cavalry is indeed well-trained, and there is no signal to retreat, they have been moving forward bravely.
Some smart Jurchen soldiers found that as long as they step on the corpse, they are safe, and those soldiers who bypass the corpse are likely to encounter a new explosion.
The corpse of the horse was too high and slippery for the cavalry to step on. The Jurchen cavalry who went forward deliberately began to drop their horses' hoofs on their companions, regardless of whether the companions were dead or injured, as long as they lay on the ground, they were their stepping stones.
Truly stepping forward on the corpse of his companion.
The Ming army soldiers on the opposite side looked stupid, saying that building slaves was cruel, so they were no exception to their own people.
"Swish, swish, swish..."
Unknowingly, the Jurchen cavalry was close to the range of their bows and arrows, and they fired arrows as they charged, and two Ming soldiers hit the arrows.
"Quickly exit the range of building slaves." The Ming army headed by shouted.
Only then did the soldiers of the Ming Army wake up. They looked stupid just now, and they didn't back up at all. They just stood there and watched Jiannu Ma Ta's companion.
The two wounded Ming troops were supported on their horses and left first, accompanied by their two companions.
The battle entered a one-sided slaughter again. The Ming army retreated every day, but they could always shoot some Jurchen cavalry. The Jurchen cavalry kept advancing and falling again, but it could not hurt the Ming army.
"Get on the horse, the mine is less than twenty steps." The Ming army headed for a gesture, and the other Ming army soldiers immediately put away their flintlocks. Without any memory, they all jumped on their horses and headed northwest.
"No, the Ming army is going to run away."
The Jurchen soldiers quickly discovered the Ming army's attempt, and they shouted, speeding up the pace of chasing, regardless of whether there was a companion's corpse where the horse's hoof fell.
There was a denser explosion from underground, more horses were overturned, and more soldiers fell to the ground from mid-air.
In the blink of an eye, the Ming Army turned into small black spots in their sight, and they obviously couldn't catch up.
The remnants had to return to the big tent, and sent someone to report Mang Gurtai.
"Snapped!"
Before he heard the narration, Mang Gurtai slammed the bag containing the cumin to the ground, and the scattered cumin splashed his face. He wiped the remaining liquid from his face with his hand, the cold cumin. Did not drive away Mang Gurtai's anger.
He picked up his riding whip and drew his head and face to the soldier who reported to him.
Until he got tired, maybe it was the smell of blood permeating the big tent, which gradually calmed him down, he kicked the soldier out of the big tent.
Mang Gurtai threw away his whip, carried his hands behind his back, and paced around in the big tent.
There were only three Jiala and 4,500 soldiers who crossed the Sancha River with him. In less than a day, his soldiers suffered more than 1,700 casualties, more than one Jiala.
Even if the three Jiala as the rear army rushed to Guangning, he still had fewer than five Jiala soldiers.
Mang Gurtai began to feel Yue Tuo's pain. In front of the Ming army's superior firearms, in front of the Ming army's various tactics, Mang Gurtai felt that he had no power in his body, but he couldn't make it out.
Now, he can only expect the rear army to arrive early. Once he waits until the rear army meets him, he will concentrate all his forces to attack the city. As long as he wins the city of Guangning, the Ming army will lose its support.
Mangguertai took another bag of mare's milk wine in his hand, and then walked out of his Chinese army account. He wanted to go out of the camp himself to comfort the wounded and frightened soldiers.
When it was just dark, Mangguertai drank enough mare's milk wine and was about to lie in the quilt when there was movement outside.
"Bang, bang."
"Bang, bang."
Two gunshots were heard almost at the same time from the east and north of the big tent.
"What's the matter?" Mang Gurtai got out of the quilt and put on his own leather armor. "Did the Ming army come to steal the camp?"
It came abruptly and went without a shadow. After the gunshots passed, the night fell into silence again.
It took a long time before the soldiers got into Mangultai's big tent, "Master Belle, is a skirmisher of the Ming army. They killed two of our sentries."
"Ming Jun? Then why didn't you chase... Wait, the situation is unknown at night, don't chase for the time being, just stick to the big tent, after dawn, it won't be too late to chase."
Mang Gurtai himself didn't believe it. After dawn, the Ming army will still be waiting for you to chase him
"Yes, Lord Belle." The personal soldiers bowed and backed away from Mangguertai's big tent.
Mang Gurtai untied the leather armor again and got into the leather quilt again.
"Bang, bang."
"Bang, bang."
"Bang, bang."
Sporadic gunshots continued to spread into Mang Gurtai's ears, from east to west, from far away and near.
Mangguertai was lying on the bed with his clothes and his hands behind his head. He could only stare at the ceiling of the big tent in the dark: this Ming army, the night does not stop, don't they sleep
But Mangguertai knew that this was definitely not the Ming army stealing the camp, and he didn't need to get up in a hurry. It was just that the sound of the Ming army's guns disturbed him and made him sleepless.
In the middle of the night, Mang Gurtai thought that the gunfire of the Ming army would stop, but the Ming army made it clear that he would not let him sleep well. Although the gunshots were sparse, they rang until dawn.
The soldiers may be used to the gunshots of the Ming army, and did not come to Mangultai to report on the military situation.
At dawn, the extremely exhausted Mang Gurtai fell asleep at the sound of gunshots. He was also used to the gunshots of the Ming army, right as a lullaby in the dark night.
Mang Gurtai rarely slept in. When he got up in the morning, he had dark eye circles and yawned lazily.
The soldiers handed over warm mare cumin and roast leg of lamb.
Mang Gurtai grabbed it with one hand: "How was the situation last night?"
"Master Belle, we have killed seven sentinels, plus..."
Mangguertai's heart sank suddenly: "What about the other?"
The soldiers' eyes were all helpless: "Eighty-eight rangers were sent out last night, and only 36 people came back this morning. They were all ambushed by the Ming army."
"So many casualties?" Mangguertai took a breath, and forgot to chew the roast leg of lamb in his mouth. "The rangers are specially trained. They often walk in remote places in order to spy on the military and avoid opponents. In the area, the ranger has so many casualties, how many ambushes will the Ming army deploy in the field?"
"Master Belle, maybe some of the rangers have been delayed because of something, and maybe they are on their way back." The soldiers couldn't bear to look at Mang Gurtai's loss.
"Even if there is, it won't be too much," Mangguertai shook his head, "Have you really figured out a way?"
This time it was the turn of the soldiers to shook their heads: "Master Baylor, you guys got together early in the morning to discuss, but they want to break their heads and don't know how to deal with the Ming army's skirmishers."
"Bang, bang."
With two gunshots, Mangguertai's soldiers were shocked, "Master Belle..."
Mang Gurtai was angry. In this bright day, the Ming army was too bullying. He deliberately sent a large group of cavalry to encircle and suppress, but he was afraid that he would be trapped by the Ming army like yesterday. If you don’t drive these Ming army stragglers, They kept harassing, and Mang Gurtai couldn't swallow this breath.
"According to the order, I saw the Ming army skirmishes and chased it with multiple soldiers." Mang Gurtai decided to adopt a compromise method, which could overwhelm the Ming army without causing too much casualties.
Three soldiers of the Ming army, riding horses and standing a hundred steps away from the big tent, are looking for opportunities to shoot.
Suddenly, with the sound of horses' hoofs in the big tent, six Jurchen cavalry leaned out of the big tent.
The three Ming army cavalry found that the situation was not right, and immediately turned their horses around and fled like flying.
Six Jurchen cavalry opened the camp gate and chased them wildly. The Ming army is a hundred steps away, as long as they chase within sixty steps, they will have the opportunity to shoot.
The horses on both sides have strong feet, and in the blink of an eye, they are far away from the big tents of the Jurchens.
The flintlocks could not be aimed at the fast-moving horses. The Ming army fled in embarrassment. While running, they looked at the Jurchen chasers behind them in panic. The Jurchen soldiers had first-rate horse control skills. They were running their horses while calculating both sides. distance.
When they left the camp, the soldiers of the Ming Army were still a hundred steps ahead of them, and now there are only 80 steps on both sides.
Seeing that they couldn't get rid of the chasing soldiers on the road, they winked at each other and suddenly turned to a slope on the left. Unknown weeds grow on the slopes, and the weeds have been swept yellow by the autumn wind.
The length of the weeds was less than a foot, and it was as sparse as the hair on top of a bald man. It couldn't hide a hare at all, and the Jurchen soldiers chased it with confidence.
"Bang, bang..."
Just after the Jurchen soldiers chased the slope, the gunshots came to mind. Three Jurchen soldiers fell off the speeding war horse and were rolling on the slope, wondering if they were dead.
The three unowned war horses slowly stopped. They flicked their tails, spinning around in a daze, losing their rider, they didn't know what else to do.
The remaining three Jurchen soldiers strangled their horses together. They turned to look back, but there was nothing behind them.
"Could it be the guns fired by the Ming army in front? I didn't see them looking back and aiming!" The three Jurchen soldiers shuddered. If it weren't for broad daylight, they thought they had encountered a ghost.
The three Ming Army soldiers who had been chased into the sky and had nowhere to go, were turning their horses and slowly pushing towards the Jurchen soldiers.
"Bang, bang..."
Seven flintlocks were hidden in the grass, and the fire and white smoke from the muzzle were clearly visible.
Two more Jurchen soldiers were shot and fell from a horse. The last Jurchen soldier was shot in the right shoulder. He shook on the horse, but did not fall.
The injured Jurchen soldier glanced at the flintlock in the grass, and then desperately clamped the horse's belly. The horse began to accelerate and was about to rush over the slope.
"Jiannu wants to run away, shoot a horse, and never let him escape back."
"boom."
Another flintlock pistol appeared in the grass, with white smoke coming out of the muzzle.
The war horse’s right hip was shot, a staggered, and his body tilted to the right. The Jurchen wounded soldier who had not been seated in the first place also leaned to the right with his feet off the saddle and rolled down from the horse’s back .
The three Ming soldiers on the horse were approaching with their horses. At a distance of less than fifty steps from the Jurchen soldiers, they all jumped off the horse. All three flintlock guns aimed at the injured Jurchen soldier who was about to escape.
The Jurchen soldier supported his shoulder with his left hand and slowly stood up from the ground. He glanced at his horse. There was a stream of red blood on the horse's buttocks, which had flowed to the ground along the hind legs.