It has to be said that the threat of cavalry rushing forward is much greater than that of infantry. Although the formation through the valley entrance is not so neat and the speed is not increased to the fastest, it still poses a significant threat to the postmen.

Especially when approaching, the scattering poses a greater threat. Where there is no armor protection, being shot by arrows will also lose combat effectiveness.

After just looking for a while, Li Fan ordered the postmen in the bed crossbow and the steel crossbows in the chariot formation to replenish their firepower. They filled the gap in shooting and suppressed the attacking Tatars again.

It has to be said that the decisive battle location chosen by Li Fan was really great. The postmen only needed to defend the valley entrance and did not have to worry about sneak attacks in other directions.

Outside the valley, the fried flowers were furious. In just two hours of attack, nearly three thousand people were lost, while the postmen paid only some cheap gunpowder and lead bullets.

"Waste! They are all wastes! You have lost all the faces of Changshengtian. You are not worthy of the title of grassland warriors. They are all timid mice!" Baked Flower pointed at the generals in front of them and roared loudly.

One of them had blood stained his shoulders, and his mouth twitched a few times and said, "Sir, the leader! It's not that the warriors don't fight hard, but the Ming people's muskets are so powerful!

My younger brother was beaten into a sieve before he got close to him, so we can't rush it anymore!

It’s better to block the valley entrance, as Mingren has no food. He will definitely come out on his own initiative, and then..."

"Bastard! Do you think this is a grassland? This is Qidao Ridge in the Ming Dynasty. In less than three days, Li Chengliang's army will appear in Qidao Ridge. We will all be finished by then!" The words of stir-frying flowers silenced everyone, and no one dared to underestimate Li Chengliang's name.

After a long time, Gongtu hesitated and said, "Fried flowers! We have been out for a long time, it's time to go back!"

"No! If we don't kill the postmen, our warriors will die in vain! Jinsha has been given to you, do you want to leave if you get the benefits? Do you give me the warriors I lost?" Hearing that he was about to retreat, the frying flowers was like a cat with a stomped on his tail, jumping up instantly.

Gongtu stopped doing it and shouted, "Fry flowers! Did you lose the warriors? I also had hundreds of people filling the valley, where there were people-eating devils. No matter how many warriors were in, they couldn't get out!"

Seeing that the two were about to arguish, Nuantu said, "Why don't we try to drive the war horses away?

Let the warriors drive away the extra horses to take the lead, and maybe they can get close to the postmen and musketeers. As long as we lean on it, just two thousand postmen are not enough for the warriors to kill them!"

When the two people who were quarreling heard this, their eyes lit up.

...

"Captain! Your method really works. I'm not nervous anymore when I follow you to carry the shooting skills!" The young postman said excitedly after repelling an attack.

"Okay! Okay! Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and rest. These Tatars are far worse than last time. The battle at Helan Yamaguchi fought for a whole day and a night. Not to mention resting, it is a luxury to even close your eyes!

The city gate was full of sticky blood, and no one dared to leave quickly, for fear of sticking his shoes..." Hu Zicang stopped halfway and looked towards the entrance of the valley.

"Captain! What's wrong?" Xiao Shitou asked hurriedly.

"Don't talk!" Hu Zicang whispered, lying directly on the ground, and his face changed after hearing it.

"Cabines! The brigade of cavalry is coming!" The shouts echoed in the valley, and the postman who was resting immediately became energetic.

Just as the postmen were just ready, a war horse appeared at the entrance of the valley. Then the second, the third, and countless war horses rushed in from the entrance of the valley.

Seeing that there were only war horses but no Tatars, the postmen hesitated and turned to look at the chariots behind them.

The war horse appeared in sight, and Li Fan's pupils couldn't help but shrink. Then he curled his lips disdainfully. He was able to give up so many war horses to break the formation. It has to be said that the Tatars were really willing to give up their capital in order to destroy themselves.

Li Fan of Helan Yamaguchi once used the tactic of trampling on horseback. Now the Tatars have returned it. Do they really think they have no choice?

"Tell Qi Jin! Fight hard! No matter what appears on the battlefield, as long as you attack the military formation, it will be the enemy!"

Li Fan's tranquility was released, and the musketeers opened fire one after another. For a moment, smoke from gunpowdered the rushing horses in pieces.

But the war horses are huge after all, even if they are hit by one or two lead bullets, they will still rush forward as long as they are not fatal. Although the postmen are very skilled in cooperation and the formations are rotated very quickly, they are still caught up by the shocked horses.

Looking at the war horses getting closer and closer, Li Fan couldn't help but frown. This could not continue, otherwise the musket array would be destroyed.

"Set the fire! Change the explosion arrow! Never let the shocked horse get close!"

The fried flowers did not stay outside the valley to wait for news as usual. He wanted to see what kind of person he had lost thousands of elites.

Seeing his subordinates driving nearly 10,000 war horses into the valley, he unconsciously smiled.

Tens of thousands of war horses are enough to fill the valley. So what if the Ming people’s firearms are powerful? When war horses submerge them, no matter how powerful the firearms are, they are useless things, and all of them will become their own spoils.

Before we got close to the valley entrance, we heard the sound of muskets and war horses neighing. The noisy sounds sounded so wonderful when stir-frying flowers.

After a while, you should be able to hear the screams of Mingren, which is the most beautiful sound in the world.

Suddenly! A deafening explosion sounded, which shocked him to neigh the horse. If he hadn't been riding his horse, he might have been lifted off the horse.

What's going on?

The fried flowers sat upright and looked into the valley hard, but the eyes were filled with war horses and no other things could be seen.

Hum? No! Why do war horses run back? Shouldn't they rush towards Mingren? Why do they all run back?

The fried flowers were confused, and the Tatars were driving away the war horses in sight.

"Damn it! Why did the war horse run back? Hurry up and go back, otherwise you will have your head on the ground!" The fried flower rider shouted on the horse.

"Big..., sir! Fire..., there are fire everywhere, the bloodthirsty devil set fire, and the horses can't control it!" The Tatars said incoherently, trying to control the horses that ran out.

Is it on fire? Did the fire be set off by the Ming people? They plan to burn themselves?

Just when the frying flowers were confused, an arrow flew out of the valley, hitting the Tatars in the horse herd.

The Tatars screamed and fell off the horse, like a drop of water falling into the river without causing a ripple.

Why is this happening? Is there really no way to deal with the Ming people in the valley?

Not long after the frying flowers, there were chariots appearing behind the group. The sharp reels and spears that were slanted out made the chariot look particularly hideous and terrifying.

With a gunshot, a ball of blood burst out from the shoulders of fried flowers, and one of them was knocked down.

"Roar! Rush out!"
Chapter completed!