In the winter sun, fifteen thousand cavalry charged, the hooves of the horses trampled on the hard frozen soil, bringing up dots of mud, they swallowed everything like a torrent, and in the center of the cavalry, a huge yellow regimental dragon flag was raised high, leading everyone's attention.

"Serve the Qing Dynasty! Serve the emperor! ”

Fu Ning'an, the old general who led the army at the front, was furious, he looked at the battlefield in the distance, and constantly let out a loud roar, which also made more Eight Banners disciples roar together.

In the eyes of everyone, how powerful they are, maybe in this world, no one dares to stand in front of them, and even if there are people, they will be trampled into pulp.

However, in the eyes of the Fu Han army, these cavalry became a group of cold numbers, and by calculating their density and number, they calculated how many rockets were needed to achieve coverage...... And when numbers become commands, it's going to be the most terrifying scene in the world.

Under the shroud of thick white smoke, hundreds of rockets smashed into the charging Qing cavalry with the expectations of everyone in the Fu Han army, and the continuous explosions almost drowned the Eight Banner Cavalry, and countless iron pieces and stones splashed out, knocking down one Eight Banner Cavalry after another......

Almost at the same moment, the artillery in the rear of the Fu Han army also began to roar, hundreds of cannons continued to roar, and one after another flowering bullets fell into the center of the Qing army's horse team like raindrops, and the explosion almost covered everything, leaving only death and blood, only desolation and pathos all over the ground.......

The Eight Banners cavalry who rushed to the front were almost doomed, in such a tragic explosion, they became the first victims, almost everyone was shot down to the ground like rags, the blood flowed out and almost converged into a small river, and the pungent smell of blood made everyone feel sick in their hearts......

Yongzheng's expression was indifferent, he didn't seem to have the slightest fear, he clenched the bow and arrow in his hand, and lay on the horse tightly, his eyes were full of concentration and firmness, looking at the flag fluttering in the wind opposite, with a big "Chu" word written on it.

He knew that Ning Yu was under that banner.

.......

Ning Yu looked at the cavalry charging on the opposite side, although he couldn't see Yongzheng's figure, but he knew in his heart that the other party must be among the cavalry.

As the saying goes, the person who knows you best in the world is most likely not your confidant, but your enemy.

It may be the same for Ning Yu, although he did not meet Yongzheng, but he also knew that this fourth child was always observing his every move, and once he showed some flaws, he would rush over and bite at all costs.

But will he give him such a chance?

The smile on the corner of Ning Yu's mouth gradually became cruel, he would not give Yongzheng half a hope, only letting the other party die in despair was the greatest respect for him.

"Summons Ning Chengzu, tell him to intercept the Qing army's horse team!"

"Yes!"

A cavalryman quickly took the order and galloped towards the area where the cavalry of the Fu Han Army was located, and he would pass the order to Deputy Division Commander Ning Chengzu in the shortest possible time.

Ning Zhongyi looked at the Qing army horse team rushing forward in the distance, and smiled in a low voice, "Your Majesty, if we kill Yongzheng, it's okay to say, but what if we are captured alive?" ”

Ning Yu smiled slightly, but his eyes gradually looked at the distant battlefield, and shook his head gently, "If it were someone else, I might believe that I could catch it, but Yongzheng is a person, I'm afraid that I would rather die than be caught by me......."

In fact, there is a sentence that Ning Yu did not say in his heart, when Ning Chu raised an army against the Qing Dynasty, everyone felt that the future was slim, but Ning Yu himself was full of confidence, in fact, in his heart, he had not been worried, and at that time he had already decided that if the army was defeated, he would rather die than be captured by the Qing court.

Now that his identity is different, Ning Yu can't help but sigh a little in his heart, presumably Yongzheng thinks the same way.......

..........

"Kill the thief and rebellious! Serve the Qing Dynasty! ”

The veteran Fu Ning'an had a braid in his mouth, and galloped all the way to the front surrounded by the cavalry, but fortunately he was fine under the artillery of the Fu Han army, and the cavalry around him changed one stubble after another, and everyone followed him all the way towards the direction where Ning Yu was.

For the cavalry of the Eight Banners, they have no other goals, whether it is the Fu Han army that is fighting, or the artillery positions under protection, they can't attract their attention, everyone is staring at the banner where Ning Yu is, in their opinion, as long as the banner is cut down, the Qing Dynasty will still be saved!

The continuous roar sounded, and the increasingly dense artillery did not defeat the Eight Banners Horse Army, they were almost in a fierce posture of not afraid of death, greeting the incoming flowering shells, and more people continued to attack along the corpses of the Eight Banners, and the sound of the horse's hooves seemed to never stop.

In the face of such a ferocious Eight Banners Horse Army, anyone can't help but be worried, but for Ning Chengzu, he didn't feel half a point of fear, the previous cavalry battles have proved that the cavalry of the Fu Han Army is stronger and more advanced than the Qing Army Horse Army!

Ning Chengzu pulled out the Xueliang saber hanging from the saddle, there was not much nervousness on his face, it seemed that the next big battle was not a great thing for him.

"Guys, you didn't have a good time killing yesterday!"

"Happy!"

"Do you want to be happier today!"

"Yes!"

The cavalry of the Fu Han Army let out an excited roar, they were not half afraid of the Qing army's horse team, but they were a little eager to try, especially the cuirassiers who had already fought yesterday, and there was a bit of bloodlust in their eyes.

"Okay, since that's the case....... Ning Chengzu glanced back at the many cavalry brothers, raised the saber in his hand high, and said coldly: "Brothers, rush with me!" ”

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

Tens of thousands of cavalrymen held muskets in their hands, and they formed a complete arrowhead, of which the cuirassier regiment formed the first half of the arrow, while the rest of the dragoons formed the second half of the arrow, and in the constant roar of artillery, they resolutely began to charge.

Seeing that the cavalry of the Fu Han Army also began to charge, Fu Ning'an's face was a little dignified, in his opinion, the battle between the cavalry and the infantry always had a somewhat condescending feeling, and only the charge of the battle between the cavalry and the cavalry, the collision between the saber and the sabre, was the real battle of the strong.

"Kill!"

The gesture of tens of thousands of war horses charging is always the most spectacular scenery in the world, they are riding on war horses, holding spears or muskets, and their faces are full of excitement.

"Bang bang bang-"

As the distance got closer and closer, the cavalry of the Fu Han Army chose to shoot very decisively, only to see a burst of white mist erupt, rows of projectiles instantly sprayed out from the muzzle of the gun, and in the Qing army vest in front of them, many people fell directly to the ground with horses in an instant, as if there was an invisible wall in front of them.

Fu Ning'an felt tight, only to see several projectiles hit his war horse, and then the whole person was almost uncontrollable, as the war horse fell directly, in this high-speed movement, no one could save him, and Fu Ningan soon realized the most terrifying thing.

Usually in the process of charging, it is not a rare thing for cavalry to fall from their horses, but it is very common, and every time they fall from a horse, it represents a most cruel situation, because the horses moving at high speed cannot stop at all, and the cavalry of the follow-up charge has no way to stop.

The stampede, the endless stampede, caused Fu Ning'an to die here quickly, and his corpse continued to bear the trampling of the war horse until it became a pile of meat that no one could distinguish.

The Eight Banners Vests didn't feel the slightest pain, or they knew who the trampled old man in front of them was, but they couldn't stop at all, this is war, perhaps, this is everyone's ultimate fate.

In the sound of muskets, Ning Chengzu took back the musket very calmly, but replaced it with a six-shot handcuff on both sides of the saddle, and fired a burst of shots at the Qing army vests that rushed to the opposite side, but killed several more people - a scene like this is really not uncommon, and many soldiers of the Fu Han Army are also the same, knocking down the Qing army's vests on their horses.

A series of flowering bullets, coupled with a series of muskets and handcuffs, almost made the Qing army's vests lose other possibilities before they really came into contact with Ningyu.

The Eight Banners cavalry saw the weapons used by the Fu Han army, and almost everyone was scolding, but no matter how they scolded, it was difficult to recover the fact that they were now shot off their horses, and their eyes gradually became desperate again.

Ning Chengzu had a somewhat satisfied smile on his face, he decided to give these so-called cavalry elites some more colors to look at, and then took back the handcuff and pulled out the saber hanging on the saddle, the snowy blade made the Qing cavalry a little stunned.

"Kill!"

Countless cavalrymen of the Fu Han Army, holding sabers in their hands, with a bit of fanaticism on their faces, walked towards the Qing army's vests, these so-called cavalrymen, do not understand what cuirassiers are, let alone what it means to advance like a wall, whether it is a musket or a close combat, it is difficult to become the opponent of their own people.

The roar sounded all over the sky again, and this time the Eight Banners Horse Team suddenly found that their number was drastically decreasing, while the cavalry on the opposite side did not seem to have decreased much at all, the neat and dense formation made the Eight Banners Horse Team feel a little chill in their hearts, and they felt as if they were swept away by the wind and clouds.

The defeat of the Qing army's horse team was not accidental, just like the rise on the frontal battlefield, it was just an illusion, a large number of Eight Banners New Army completely fell into collapse, only to see the battlefield everywhere Qing soldiers corpses, red, yellow, white, blue, all the banners of the new army soldiers were beaten to the ground, it was difficult to resist.......

The last hope of the Qing Dynasty is gone!