The two sides finally hedged!

Like two iron streams, they collided with a loud bang!

The hedging of the cavalry is so dazzling and exciting. Even the most exquisite brushstrokes cannot depict such a gorgeous and fierce picture. The life and death of a man and a horse can only be determined in an instant. Even the bravest knight may accidentally fall off the horse in the first wave of collision, and then be trampled into flesh paste by the horse's hooves. Only the most brave and lucky knight can always find the right gap in such collision again and again, and then move forward bravely until the iron spear or spear in his hand is handed to the enemy.

The sound of collision, the shouts of people, the neighing of horses, the muffled sound of people when they land, the sour thrust and dull sound of iron piercing or slashing on metal armor, countless wild and brave men widened their eyes, using all their skills and courage, and vowed to kill the target they saw when the fastest and fierce impact. To do this, the sweat and hard work of daily training, the courage and strength of daring to hit the enemy formation, and the luck favored by God are indispensable.

"Kill!" Ma Wu slashed his sword and horse in his hand and slashed at a white armor wearing silver armor. The opponent twisted his waist and passed the vital point. The sword passed by his chest and only slashed out sparks.

Another cavalry passed by, and the spear pierced the white armor's neck. After stabbing the target, he loosened his hand and inserted the long iron spear into the horse's neck. Blood squirted wildly. The white armor fell to the ground with a bang. While trying to struggle, the other cavalry followed up. He held a long heavy iron rod wrapped in iron in his hand. Seeing that the two cavalry did not kill one of the white armor, he was furious. After jumping off the horse, he tapped the white armor's head with the iron rod. The opponent's iron helmet was flattened, and his brain and blood flowed down from the edge of the iron helmet.

At this time, a white armored horse came over, and a long knife in his hand passed by the head of the gun cavalry. The sharp blade cut off the head of the latte rod without any hindrance. When the head was flying in the air, the gun cavalry opened its eyes wide.

More gun cavalrymen with lattice rods rushed over, and gun cavalry was not like lancers. The front row of lancers and long spears or sabers in the back two rows of long swords or sabers. The standard configuration of gun cavalry is muskets. In addition to each person's sabers, the remaining weapons are long weapons according to everyone's wishes. Long eyebrow tattooed swords, long spears, long spears, long halberds, horse lances, or long axes and long iron rods that are not commonly used. As long as you have strong enough strength, you can use them as a means of your advantage.

The few people with latte rods were strong men in the army. Seeing that their partners were killed, they roared and rode their horses. After the white armor cut off their heads, they were originally looking for a new target. Seeing several cavalry rushing towards them, the heavy iron armor and thick iron rods showed fierce light in their eyes, just like an iron beast. The white armor could not resist the enemy. They began to rush around and tried to find their partners to help. However, the number of Jurchen people was only one-third of the gun cavalry. The rest of the Jurchen cavalry had the advantage in a few places, and most of them were in siege. Bai Jia was unwilling to accept his fate. He rode his horse and tried his best to go around the circle. He even wanted to break out of the siege to pull the distance with the horse. However, a corpse on the ground killed him. The horse's front hooves tripped, and the white armor leaned forward and fell down from the horse's neck.

After falling down, Baijia struggled desperately on the ground, his face facing upwards. This was the face of a young man in his twenties and under thirty years old. His chin did not have long beards, and short beards in the middle of the human body showed a strong and tough aura. His eyes originally had few emotions, only cold murderous intent, and it was obvious that he showed some panic. After all, no matter how strong and brave the warrior was, he would be afraid when he encountered such a scene.

Three cavalrymen with latte rods rushed over and saw white armor lying on their backs, and immediately jumped off their horses.

Instead of approaching immediately, they used the advantage of the long iron rod to swing and hit the distance. The white armor was still twisting and struggling at first, but later he was hit on his legs and waist several times. The iron rod of more than ten pounds was swung and hit his body. He immediately had blood and flesh, broken muscles and bones, and even the armor leaves of the iron armor were sunk into the flesh. The white armor was severely injured, and later he struggled to sit. The long sword in his hand was horizontally placed in front of his knees. The man had already lowered his head. It was obviously too heavy to suffer and had no physical energy to waste.

A cavalryman strode forward, carrying a stick upside down, pulling out a short knife with his right hand, intending to kill Bai'er.

When approaching the opponent's three steps, the white armor suddenly jumped up like a leopard. The gun cavalry was caught off guard and had no time to react. It turned out that the white armor was hiding a sword in his hand, pressing it with his sleeve. When he saw someone approaching, he jumped up with all his strength. Everyone's eyes were dazzled and saw the white armor stabbing desperately at the abdomen of the gun cavalry. Although the gun cavalry was wearing heavy armor, the defense in the lower abdomen was very weak, and the sword was piercing straight into the abdomen. When the gun cavalry first broke, the gun cavalry was still squeezing and struggling. When the white armor reached the third knife, the gun cavalry had stopped struggling, and the anger in their eyes gradually disappeared.

The other two were so angry that their eyes almost burst. They swung their sticks to smash the white armor away, and the sound of broken bones and bones coming out again. However, after the white armor fell to the ground, he struggled desperately, his head lowered, and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice. This was one of the few people who believed in the Yellow Sect among the Jurchens. The gun cavalry was not interested in listening to what he chanted. The two strode forward together, one grabbed his helmet and pricked his neck, and the other stabbed the short knife into the white armor's neck. Blood flowed down. The two pushed the white armor and told him to die on the ground.

This is the case everywhere on the battlefield. The gun cavalry has the advantage of the number of people, while the Jurchens are very brave. They must be careful to be injured even before death. The flesh and blood are flying on the battlefield, and people roar and horses are neighing. Both armies have the belief that they will win. The equipment of the gun cavalry is not inferior to that of the Jurchen cavalry, but the battlefield experience and fighting skills are slightly inferior. However, they are crowded and powerful, and often form a situation of fighting two or three. Even though the Jurchens are experienced and have high skills, after a moment of melee, the first cavalry finally began to flee, and then more Jurchens fled.

Ma Wu was hit with a spear in his legs. Fortunately, the stab was not deep, but he made a long hole and half of his legs were wet. Seeing the Jurchens fleeing, the direction was towards the stair formation hundreds of steps away. Ma Wu saw that the opponent's stair formation had been adjusted and he moved very quickly. He knew that if he chased the Jurchen remnant cavalry, he would be stuck by the stair formation and at least he would receive several rounds of baptism of arrow rain. Once a comrade was caught, it would be difficult to rescue him. If he wanted to rescue the wounded, he would risk fighting head-on with the opponent's stair formation.

In this round of battle just now, more than 40 Jurchen knights were dismissed or killed, only fourteen or five people fled. The rest remained on the battlefield. Some war horses ran away, and more than twenty war horses remained in place, bowing their heads to eat grass regardless of the bloody battlefield.

With a distance of hundreds of steps, the injured comrades were lifted to the right time, and even the Jurchen level was too late to be cut.

Ma Wu was a little sad, but he also knew that He Yusheng's route in the past two years was to choose to be low-key. The court always thought that He Yusheng was a very powerful businessman and had some fighting group training in the Datong realm. If He Yusheng in the Liaodong realm could fight with Jianlu head-on and kill dozens of them, I am afraid that no one could sit safely from the emperor to the cabinet to ordinary officials, and the restrictions on He Yusheng would definitely increase greatly.

You should know that until now, except for General He Shixian who had several dozens of levels of beheading, the total beheadings of the imperial court and Jianlu were probably not more than two hundred.

The reason is very simple. Every battle is a crushing defeat in the Ming army, with dozens of miles of corpses and many generals killed in battle. Where can the killings come from in this situation?

Until the Battle of Ningyuan and Ningjin, the Guanning Army reported that more than 100 or more than 200 were killed in the war, which was regarded as an undeserved victory by the government and the people. The reason why Dongjiang Town was highly valued during the Tianqi period was that in addition to the regaining of the land lost on the coast, Dongjiang Town often had the merit of killing Zhenyi and was also an important basis for its existence.

If the dozens of levels in front of me could be cut off and reported to the capital, I would probably be able to really shock my eyes.

"What a pity." Xu Zhen was covered in blood, and at this time he also looked at the corpse on the ground with a wolf-like look.

"What a pity?" Ma Wu came to his senses and said, "There will be more killing in the future."

Everyone turned over the horse. Whether it was serious or minor injuries, the enemy cavalry had already run through the insurgent formation. The Later Jin insurgent formation slowly came, showing an excellent style. The gun cavalry all knew that there was no chance to break the formation. People could not help but turn their eyes to the Mongols in the distance. If they could cooperate in the battle, they would hold on to the stairs formation and completely eliminate the enemy cavalry, and would continue to harass and siege them, which would be enough to drag the opponent's insurgent formation. But now after being driven away by the insurgent formation, the enemy could gather the war horses and use cavalry to continue to protect the insurgent formation and convey messages. In this way, they could only choose to retreat.

The gun cavalry gathered together again, and their movements were still fast and fast. Their horses were not very fast, and at most they were trotting forward. After all, it would take time for the Jurchens to raise the cavalry again, and it would be impossible for the insurgent formation to catch up with the cavalry. Even if the war horses trotted forward, the speed would definitely be much faster than the human pace.

The Mongols finally came up at this time, their eyes full of awe. After both sides approached, some herders even jumped off the horse and kissed the ground with their lips. They used this humblest way to welcome these powerful cavalry who defeated the Jurchens.

The fried flower came up to him, and the expression on his face was still very complicated, but his tone was no longer as proud and reserved as Da Taiji. Looking at Ma Wu, the fried flower slowly said: "When you passed by yourself, you looked just an ordinary military officer. Today's battle will surely make you famous all over the world."

Ma Wu smiled, and his face was still as brave as a mixture of aura of a man. He said indifferently: "It's just a small cavalry battle, I can't afford Taiji's praise."

Ma Wu knew that he didn't even remember his name when he stir-frying flowers, but this was not important. After this battle, the fried flowers would be remembered very clearly.

"Taiji," Ma Wu said seriously: "Please follow us in the days of going down. After this battle, Jianlu will have a large number of cavalry coming to search and try to destroy us. He can only cross the rivers and mountains and continue to walk north."

The fried flower nodded happily and said, "Okay, I will definitely go to see your Lord Zhang when I overcome the crisis in front of me."

"Sir, you will definitely sweep the bed to greet you."
Chapter completed!