The Qing soldiers had never seen such a sharp way of impacting.

In fact, the Eight Banners can also do such a charge, but with the vision and strength of the green battalion soldiers, they really can't understand how to ensure that the cavalry will not hurt the friendly troops when they charge.

Li Dingguo led his troops to charge down in several rounds, and the Qing soldiers rushed into a scattered formation.

The Qing soldiers cried for their fathers and mothers, and they screamed again and again.

But this was useless, but in exchange for a more ferocious impact from the Ming cavalry.

"Kill!"

For them, these Qing soldiers sent to the door are tantamount to military feats. Every time the head of a Qing soldier is cut off, their military exploits can be recorded. Not to mention the direct rewards that can be exchanged for them.

Zhao Xu's side was not to be outdone, and the number of Qing soldiers killed gradually caught up.

It's just that the Tiger Ben Army has only been formed for a few years after all, and the experience of cavalry in actual combat is far inferior to that of the veterans under Li Dingguo's command.

This cavalry charge cannot be compensated for by the superiority of firearms, and it is entirely based on years of accumulated experience and muscle memory.

What to do at the last moment depends on the instinct of the body!

"Help! Help..."

A soldier fell from his horse and tried desperately to run out of the crowd, but a spear pierced his chest the next moment.

Poof, the moment the spearhead pierced through the chest, the Qing soldier still couldn't believe what was happening in front of him, a pair of eyes were as wide as Niu Ling, and his two hands instinctively grabbed the spearhead and wanted to pull it out.

It was in vain, of course, and blood poured out of the wounds, quickly staining the armor crimson.

The cavalry of the Ming army picked up their spears, and the Qing soldiers also took off, and their two feet fluttered desperately in the air, like a sea fish that was hit by the waves and struggled desperately.

The Ming cavalry had an idea, threw the spear up, and the Qing soldier pulled it out, like a sack.

Several Qing soldiers were then swept off their horses, and it was not long before they were trampled to death by the chaotic cavalry.

No one knew whether they were killed by friendly or enemy troops, and almost all of the Qing soldiers were a little too busy at this moment to think only about saving their lives.

"Dog Tartar, take your life!"

As the original Daxi soldiers who followed the Eight Kings to the north and south and finally entered Sichuan, these veterans were not weaker than Chuang Ying or Zheng Chenggong's subordinates.

Because the eight kings Zhang Xianzhong died at the hands of the Tartars.

If the Eight Kings hadn't died, the current situation in Xiying would not have been under the fence.

Of course, now Xiying is also very important to the imperial court. But who doesn't want to fight the country and sit on their own?

Now he can only be a founding hero at most.

And all this is because of the Tartars.

They are going to vent all their hatred today.

"Kill!"

The spears poked, picked, and swept, and with the help of the huge impact of the cavalry, they gave full play to the advantages of their weapons being an inch long and an inch strong.

The horizontal knives in the hands of the Qing soldiers were simply a joke in front of the spears, and they couldn't even get close to the Ming cavalry!

The best way to deal with this kind of heavy cavalry is to form a heavy infantry formation.

But this requires setting up a formation in advance and waiting for the opponent to rush.

The Qing soldiers came in a hurry after receiving a request for help from the Yangzhou prefect, how could they have time to set up a formation.

In fact, they had a chance to escape.

But after seeing the Ming army camp, their first reaction was to wander around the periphery to observe, losing the best opportunity to escape.

When the Ming army reacted and chased them out, they were like prey targeted by fierce beasts, and they had no chance to escape.

"Kill! Dog Tartar takes his life! ”

In the chaotic situation, the Qing soldiers were like a lost flock of sheep blindly scattering and fleeing for their lives, with no desire to resist at all.

The cavalry of the Ming army is very experienced, and at this time, try to make a bloody hole in the Qing soldiers, so that even if the Qing soldiers are not killed immediately, they will eventually die due to excessive blood loss.

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Zhu Youlang, who was in the distance, was very excited.

This can be said to be the most wonderful cavalry battle he has seen since he came to Daming.

In the past, battles were either sieges or defenses.

It's intense, but it's somewhat boring.

At first, the Ming army was weak and could only defend the city.

Later, the Ming army gradually gained a local advantage and began to attack the city.

First Chongqing, then Huguang, Jiangxi...

Along the way, the Ming army used firearms in siege warfare, which was already perfect.

The tactics of coffin bombing and hot air balloon decapitation are also perfectly coordinated.

But Zhu Youlang always felt that something was missing.

Now that I think about it, it must be this adrenaline-pumping cavalry charge, right?

As a period of alternation between cold and hot weapons, this can be described as the last glory of cavalry.

In another 100 years, when firearms become more powerful, cavalry will gradually retire from the stage of history.

Even if it was the three walls or the strong charge of the West, such a sharp cavalry charge could only be seen in books.

Therefore, Zhu Youlang felt very fortunate that he was able to see such a perfect cavalry charge with his own eyes!

In fact, Zhu Youlang didn't know that the round of charge led by Li Dingguo was discounted to some extent. After all, the South does not produce good horses, and even if they do, they only produce short stallions known for their endurance.

The Ming army fought all the way and captured some horses from the Qing army, and only then did they put together a cavalry team.

Even so, the quality of this cavalry and the cavalry of the Western Camp and the Chuang Battalion at their peak cannot be compared.

After all, at that time, the horses in Lao Xiying and Chuang Camp were all from Shaanxi and Gansu, and they were much less than the horses in the south.

But that's irrelevant.

Zhu Youlang was completely spurted by the courage of the soldiers, and desperately beat the war drums to cheer.

"Knock knock!"

In the sound of war drums, the Ming army became more and more courageous, and began to pursue and kill those scattered Qing soldiers.

The side that was defeated in a cavalry battle had little chance of turning the tables.

Because once the cavalry formation is scattered, it is impossible to gather again.

In this way, the side that is at a local disadvantage will always play more with less and will be snowballed to death.

Above the city, the prefect Wen Mu'an, witnessed all this.

His original joy was gone, replaced by endless fear.

The combat effectiveness of the Ming army is too terrifying, compared to the reinforced green battalion soldiers, they are like a group of chickens, and they have no power to fight back at all.

If we continue to fight like this, I am afraid that these tens of thousands of reinforcements will be swallowed up by the Ming army, and there will not even be bones and slag left!

Hiss!

Wen Mu'an gasped, trembling with fright.

Fortunately, he didn't listen to the advice of those mediocre people to go out of the city to fight or surrender by fraud, if it was really a face-to-face battle with the Ming army, wouldn't they be the end of the reinforcements in front of them?

Wen Mu'an didn't know if he could escape this, but if he could, he would never want to fight the Ming army in the field in his life.

"Quick, hurry up and carry some more equipment to defend the city. What are you still doing in a daze, waiting for the thieves to break through the city and cut off our heads? ”

Wen Muan roared angrily.

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