There were only a dozen Niu Lus among the soldiers who followed him. Dai Shan’s heart became heavier and heavier. He looked into the distance behind him, and the soldiers who continued to catch up, sparsely, used one hand. It can be counted.
In the burning big tent, the soldiers can no longer hear the yelling, and the soldiers who have escaped from the sea of flames have gathered.
Is there only so many cavalry left
Daishan didn't want to think anymore, he forced himself to change his mind.
"The Ming army must cross the river, what should I do?" He kept asking himself, "These frightened soldiers, can they stop the Ming army from crossing the river?"
"If the Ming army crosses the river, these remnants are defeated, will they still be able to fight after the disaster?"
Daishan's gaze has been fixed on the burning big tent, how he hopes that his soldiers will continue to emerge from the big tent.
However, Daishan was disappointed.
Not only did no soldiers appear, but the fire became more and more prosperous. Their beef and mutton, their kumiss, their leather armor, and their bows and arrows...
Daishan didn't dare to think further, his soldiers, except for the horses, were left with a machete.
If the Ming army cannot be prevented from crossing the river, there is only one way to escape, but where can he escape? Is it like Hauge, go back to support Shengjing
However, he clearly told Hauge that he wanted to stop the Ming army from crossing the river. If he encountered Hauge, what reason would he give
The blooming bullets were still shooting, aimlessly, but they were more than two hundred steps away from Dai Shan's side. Dai Shan restrained the horse, he hesitated.
The current Daishan, like a war horse without a master, has completely lost its direction.
Is it to stop the Ming army from crossing the river, or to retreat north
The Ming army is about to cross the river. He must make a choice. All soldiers are waiting for the military order.
"Boom... Long..."
A flower bomb exploded in the crowd, and after a fire, the three soldiers screamed.
One soldier was blown off his left leg, his knees were broken, and the lower half did not know where he flew. The other two soldiers were on fire. They were rolling on the ground while howling, screaming like a wolf.
"How can the artillery of the Ming army shoot so far?" Dai Shan had the desire to die. In front of the Ming army's explosive bullets, his cavalry was completely passively beaten, and he didn't even have a chance to fight desperately.
As soon as Dai Shan's words fell, more blooming bombs flew into the crowd, and more soldiers joined the tumbling ranks. Unfortunately, their companions had no intention to help them, allowing them to fend for themselves.
"Retreat, quickly retreat and return to Shengjing!" Dai Shan finally made up his mind. He had no choice but to be hit by another wave of bombs. His soldiers, no matter how they got up, could not stop Ming. The army crossed the river.
Daishan straightened the army as he ran.
The tactical qualities of the Jurchen soldiers were fully displayed at this moment. They lined up in four columns and returned northward.
Daishan sent his soldiers to count the number, and there were less than twenty cattle records in total.
"After so much effort, more than half of the casualties?" Dai Shan wanted to cry without tears. The important thing is that he didn't dare to cry happily in front of the soldiers.
He turned his head and looked back, but he was disappointed again, and no soldiers followed. "The Ming army who should feed the wolves, some kind, fight with us on the plain, knowing to attack us with firearms."
An accident occurred, and this was the third time that Daishan was disappointed.
In front of them, Hong Chengchou's Fourth Army, whose superiority relied on the superiority of firearms, blocked their way.
"Great Belle, what should I do? There are tens of thousands of people in the Ming army!"
"Tens of thousands? Why are there so many Ming troops? They are like ants."
"Big Baylor..."
Dai Shan thought, the Ming army on the south bank must have begun to cross the river now. There were tens of thousands of Ming army behind. At the moment he gave up blocking the Ming army from crossing the river, he was destined to be unable to look back.
Since there is no way to look back, there is only one way, "The Ming army has no artillery, otherwise they would have fired it a long time ago, rushing and using the speed advantage of the cavalry to break through their defense."
"Da da da… "
The Jurchen soldiers began to accelerate. They had to increase the speed of the horses to the maximum, so as to fully utilize the speed advantage of the cavalry.
"boom."
"boom."
"boom."
…
The bullets of the flintlock are like the messengers of ecstasy, and the Jurchen cavalry rushing in the front will be hooked off the horseback one by one.
Hong Chengchou decided elsewhere. He arranged six rows of soldiers on the front, each with 1,500. There are 3,000 cavalry guards on the left and right sides. On the outside of the cavalry, there are two small hills. Behind the hills, there is a faint Ming army. Spying.
There are six rows of gunmen, and the interval between flintlock firings is very small, and the speed of bullets is faster than the advance speed of the Jurchen cavalry. The Ming army strolls in the courtyard, and they even have to wait for the Jurchen cavalry to move forward.
The gunmen have completed two waves of shooting, and the Jurchen soldiers are still charging continuously.
The Jurchen cavalry seemed to be a torrent, but they crashed into the Three Gorges Dam.
Daishan was at the back of the cavalry. He only saw the cavalry charging, but he couldn't see the result of the charging... All the cavalry that rushed to the range of the flintlock had fallen.
"These Ming troops, who don't even eat wolves, have such powerful flintlocks!" Daishan was desperate, so he could only get a little bit cheap in language.
"Big Baylor, we have recorded five or six casualties!"
"Five or six Niu Lu?" Dai Shan was already numb, he hoped that he never understood the meaning of these numbers, "Huh? What did you say? We had five or six Niu Lu casualties?"
"Yes, Big Baylor, we can't charge like this, we have to think of a way."
"How?" Dai Shan had no other way to let the soldiers rush into the Ming army's position. He felt that his head was empty, as if he had no brains.
The Ming army on the bank of the Prince must have crossed the river. Daishan seemed to hear the sound of horseshoes. They could no longer retreat. If there is no way ahead, what can he do
"Big Baylor, can we go around east and west?"
"Go around?" Dai Shan remembered. In addition to front and back, there are left and right sides, but there is Hunhe River blocking to the west. If you cross the river forcibly, you may be hit by the chasing troops of the Ming army in the middle of the river. After that, where can I go to the west side
Only the east side is left. The east side is good. If you cross the side wall, you can return to Xingjing. Xingjing is Hetuala, the place where Destiny Khan raised his troops. It has always been the rear of the Great Golden Kingdom. There are now at least ten Ten thousand herdsmen live there.
"Retreat to the east, let's go back to Xingjing first?" Dai Shan felt that his mind seemed to be awkward now. He didn't know whether his decision could save the soldiers in front of him.
"Yes, Big Baylor, now Shengjing's situation is unknown, we will still Xingjing! Do you want me to send orders?"
"Well, you go send the order!" Dai Shan nodded in agreement. He didn't know how many soldiers had fallen off the horse after such a long delay. After fighting with the Ming army for so long, he already knew that once the horse fell, his The soldiers will always lie on this icy land.
The horns of the Jurchen made a stern sound.
"No, the Jurchen wants to run away." Hong Chengchou already understood the meaning of this horn sign, "Shoot quickly to maximize the range of the flintlock rifle."
The Jurchens have turned around, and their backs are facing the Ming Army's flintlock.
The maximum range of the flintlock rifle can reach 120 steps. If the muzzle is raised, the range can be increased, but the hit rate and bullet penetration cannot be guaranteed.
The gunmen didn't care about their hit rate, they just fired bullets at the back of the Jurchen Cavalry. If they run farther, they won't even have the chance to shoot.
"Cavalry, attack." Seeing that the flintlocks could no longer reach the back of the Jurchen Cavalry, Hong Chengchou finally gave the order.
The six thousand cavalry on both sides had already prepared for the pursuit, and they were waiting for Hong Chengchou's order, and the order was reached. They were like lions descending the mountain, rushing towards the flock from the left and right sides.
The remaining Jurchen cavalry has less than ten Niu Lu, and the number is much smaller than that of the Ming army. More importantly, they were slaughtered twice by the Ming army today, and there was no chance to fight back. They were in front of the Ming army. , They have completely lost confidence.
Dashan, who has always been resourceful, feels that his brain is not enough today. Under the pursuit of the Ming army, he will only slap the warhorse severely, and vent all the anger that has been suffocating for a long time on the warhorse's ass.
"Da da da… "
The Jurchen cavalry was escaping for their lives, and they had already used their strength to feed themselves.
"Da da da… "
The Ming army has increased the horse speed to the maximum. They all know that the Jurchen Eight Banners only have this cavalry left. If they miss the cavalry in front, their war may be over.
The Jurchens do not need to read. They grew up on horseback. Their horse control skills are far better than the Ming army. Moreover, the Ming army cavalry chasing at the back are actually just infantry on horseback, not at all. Cavalry like Mangui.
The distance between the two sides increased, from the distance of two arrows to the distance of three arrows.
Seeing that the Jurchens gradually got rid of the Ming army, they didn't need to turn their heads at all.
"DaDaDaDa..."
A larger number of Ming troops greeted the Jurchen cavalry. They really broke the tide of the embankment and came over the mountains and plains.
"Sun Moon Banner, Big Baylor, they are... Ming Army!"
"Ming Army?" Daishan did not slow down his horse. In the cavalry group, he could not slow down, unless he was about to be rushed by other horses. "They are also cavalry, kill them, don’t fall in love with them. After rushing over, get rid of them immediately. ."
It was the Ming army who rushed across, Man Gui gritted his teeth: "Ge Sier, at all costs, rush to the red flag and cut them open first. We need all of these cavalry."
"Yes, army seat." Gusir replied while rectifying the soldiers: "Arrow charge, the target is where the red flag is."
"boom!"
Two groups of cavalry, like two huge iron bulls, collided violently on the vast plain.
The difference is that one iron cow is strong and the other is weak.
This is the final battle between the Ming Cavalry and the Eight Banners Cavalry.
Gusir personally took the lead, and under his leadership, the 19th Cavalry Division swooped towards the red flag in the middle of the Jurchen Cavalry.