Rumble!

The impact of the white-armored soldiers was terrifying, tearing out the well-defended battle formation in an instant, and under the iron hooves of the cavalry, even the sword and shield men wearing armor were blasted away.

Accompanied by continuous screams, the three-layer battle formation composed of swords, shields, spears, and archers was crumbling under the assault of the Manchu cavalry.

Feng Yuan, who was commanding in the middle of the battle formation, saw this, his face moved slightly, but he was not too surprised.

In addition to wanting to defeat the Tartar division in the field and break the myth of the invincibility of the Manchu cavalry, there was another important reason why he went out of the city to meet the battle.

In the original history, the reason why Gao Jie was killed was because the generals under his command surrendered to the Qing Dynasty and he was killed by his subordinates, causing most of the soldiers and horses under his command to defect to the enemy.

The tens of thousands of soldiers and horses in the city have not yet been completely absorbed, and they have different thoughts, which is very unreliable!

Once Feng Yuan sticks to the city wall and does not come out, after a long time, these people are likely to have crooked thoughts and cooperate with the inside and outside of the Tartar, so that he will not be able to take care of the inside and outside.

So after knowing that Bolo's partial division had arrived, Feng Yuan's mind flashed, and he made up his mind to fight the other party outside the city and make a quick decision.

There won't be any problems in the city until the two sides win or lose.

Since it was a field battle, the battle formation of foot soldiers, archers, and musketeers against the Manchu cavalry, which had few opponents in the world, would inevitably be at a disadvantage and be beaten passively.

If Liu Liangzuo's soldiers and horses were not used as cannon fodder, Bolo's 5,000 cavalry might not dare to attack the array composed of 3,000 firefighters.

But there are no ifs on the battlefield.

"In this war, if you want to win, you can only play to your strengths and avoid weaknesses and try to give full play to your advantages!"

Feng Yuan's biggest advantage is himself!

His eyes were like lightning, and he quickly locked on Bolo, who personally led the cavalry to charge, the other party was holding an iron spear, the iron spear roared, and every time he swung it, he could pick up the sword and shield hand and pikeman who were blocking in front of him.

Although Bo Luo does not know the subtle martial arts on the rivers and lakes, he has tempered his incomparable physique in the white mountains and black waters since he was a child.

He practiced riding and archery all year round, charging up in the battle formation, every move and style, with a tragic and incomparably fierce aura, charging up, even if he was a first-class master on the rivers and lakes, he did not dare to resist.

Seeing that the other party was constantly raging in the battle array, a trace of coldness appeared on Feng Yuan's face, and then with a wave of his hand, the personal soldiers beside him waved the command flag, and a thousand cavalry began to assemble beside him.

In this era, although firearms and artillery are the real battlefield weapons, the cavalry has not withdrawn from the stage and still maintains a strong deterrent.

Whether it is the Guanning Iron Cavalry of the Ming Dynasty or the Eight Banners Cavalry of the Manchu Dynasty, they can affect the general trend of the world.

Only firecrackers and artillery, even if they can defeat the enemy, without cavalry chasing them, they will not be able to achieve a great victory.

In all the battles, the heaviest casualties were not the confrontation between the two armies, but the pursuit of the tail.

Therefore, while building firearms and artillery, Feng Yuan also continued to accumulate war horses and train cavalry, from a few hundred cavalry at the beginning, to two thousand cavalry.

Half of what he brought to Sizhou this time.

"Kill!"

Feng Yuan turned over and got on his horse, also lifted an iron spear in his hand, pulled the reins, and immediately led a thousand cavalry to charge head-on towards the Manchu cavalry that was raging.

Rumble!

At this time, the Manchu cavalry had just rushed out of the battle formation, and the physical strength of the war horse had not yet recovered. Strength is at a low ebb.

However, these Tartar cavalry did not have the slightest concern. When he saw a thousand cavalry rushing towards him, he showed a bloodthirsty killing intent.

In their eyes, the Ming Dynasty and the Guanning cavalry were worthy of a battle, and the other Ming cavalry were like eggs hitting stones against their Eight Banners Iron Cavalry, seeking their own death.

"Crush this cavalry!"

Bolo shouted and sent two thousand cavalry to intercept him.

In the blink of an eye, the two thousand Eight Banner cavalry collided with Feng Yuan's one thousand cavalry. Only the violent roar was heard, the sound of the collision of war horses, and the sound of broken bones of cavalry being overturned and falling to the ground were endless.

Puff puff!

The spear was like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, it stabbed over a dozen Tartar cavalry in front of him, and Feng Yuan's strength was already the first in the world worthy of the name.

Whether it is the internal force or the strength of the body, it is strong to a level.

He personally led the cavalry to charge, acting as the cavalry sharpshoot, everywhere he went, all people turned over on their backs, and with a single blow, they carved a big hole in the cavalry of the Eight Banners.

"Among the Southern Barbarians, there are such fierce generals?"

When Bolo saw this scene, a cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead.

He watched Feng Yuan slaughter into the battle formation, as if he had entered a no-man's land, and in the palm of his hand, he took a thousand ordinary cavalry to kill the two thousand Eight Banner soldiers who had never been defeated in the world.

"Who is this man, does anyone know his identity?" asked Bolo to the left and right.

A Tartar who followed Bolo closely followed him and looked forward carefully, feeling that Feng Yuan's appearance was somewhat familiar, and his face was suddenly startled.

"Master, this person is Zhu Lunsheng, the king of Zhou in the Southern Barbarians!"

"What? He actually led his troops to Sizhou in person?"

Bolo was a little shocked, he knew that the king of Zhou in the Southern Barbarians was in charge of Lianghuai, which was the main obstacle to the southern expedition of the Qing Dynasty. And the other party is different from other vassal kings of the Southern Barbarians, and is quite talented.

The army led by Duoduo himself was trapped under the city of Xuzhou and failed to break the city for a long time. It can be seen that this week Wang cannot be underestimated.

And now, the other party personally led the troops to charge into battle, and there was such a strong force, which was a little unbelievable.

Just when Bolo was shocked, Feng Yuan had already killed through the enemy formation.

However, there were only six or seven hundred cavalry left around him. Almost half of the loss.

Feng Yuan didn't stop, roared, and rushed in the direction where Bolo was.

"Shoot the arrows!"

Bolo's face was ugly, and he immediately took out a strong bow with many cavalrymen beside him, took out heavy arrows specially used to break armor, and shot a rain of arrows in the direction of Feng Yuan.

Puff puff!

The heavy arrow came in an instant with a whistling sound, Feng Yuan used its internal force, and the iron spear swept forward, forming a vortex of yin and yang energy, sweeping away all the arrow rain around several zhang.

War horses are like dragons, surging with unstoppable momentum.

Bolo was guarded by three thousand cavalry, and he didn't have the slightest sense of security in his heart.

Feng Yuan's speed was extremely fast, and he didn't give the opponent's main cavalry a chance to shoot at all, and in the blink of an eye, he entered the formation and pointed directly at Bolo.

"Stop him!"

"Protect the master!"

Seeing this, dozens of Tartar masters around Bolo roared angrily, and each rushed forward with his cavalry.

Die!

Feng Yuan let out a long roar and flew up from the horse's back, and the iron spear turned into a wild dragon, piercing through a dozen Tartar masters in front of him.

Then he used his technique, like a wisp of green smoke, and his toes touched the head of the dead master's war horse, as if he had changed shape, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed in front of Bolo.

A fierce palm force fell from the sky, first blasting away the two Tartar masters who were blocking in front of Bolo, and then castrated unabated, slamming heavily on Bolo's chest.

Click!

Even the triple armor couldn't resist such a terrifying force.

Poof! Bolo spurted blood, and there were even fragments of internal organs. The horse screamed, got to its knees, and threw him to the ground.