The most cutting-edge cavalry of the Qing army finally showed a single combat skill beyond the first, riding a horse and shooting a wave of arrows, dozens of Han cavalry immediately fell off the horse, and then was trampled to the bones of the corpse, between a few breaths, the two cavalry slammed together, the dull shouting and killing sound was high-pitched again, the impact of the blade and the flesh sounded, and the flesh flew sideways in an instant, and the two armies staggered between the people constantly fell off the horse, the stump and the broken arm were thrown high, and the strong horse hooves rose and fell and trampled, The head attached to the neck cavity was kicked around like a leather ball, and from time to time a mad cavalry instigated the war horse to hit the enemy, and the people and horses who were caught off guard were instantly knocked into a blur of flesh and blood, and were thrown far away. As soon as Pu came into contact, before the two armies could misplace, the grass within a radius of several miles was almost dyed red, and the battle was extremely fierce.

Lin Fengtie blushed his face, holding a monocular to stand in the mountain bag to observe the battlefield, due to the cavalry resistance, the Chinese army's musket battalion and artillery battalion took advantage of this precious time to tense defense, around this hill at an altitude of only 100 meters arranged into an oval formation, because the army carried not many mule carts, the Han army could not arrange many obstacles in front of the formation, had to destroy the front of the front line in twos and threes, as much as it could play, several teams of musketeers under the command of the officer, holding sabers to dig hard, Create as many traps as possible.

The battlefield gradually expanded, the Han cavalry gradually retreated, the space for sprinting became narrower and narrower, the melee area gradually approached the Chinese army of the Han army, the forest wind on the mountain bag can be seen clearly even without binoculars, the Qing cavalry in front of it is indeed very elite, the combat effectiveness of the Han cavalry is obviously a grade worse than them, after the melee, most of the corpses left on the ground are Han cavalry, at this time most of the scattered cavalry fighting on the edge of the battlefield has ended, because the battlefield is dusty, and the line of sight cannot extend far at all, so Lin Feng didn't see the situation on the battlefield in the center very clearly, but he saw vaguely that a large cloud of dust was fluttering a military flag with the word "Zhao", staggering back and forth on the battlefield.

The horn of the Qing army sounded again, Lin Feng raised the binoculars, and a large number of Qing cavalry were thrown into the battlefield again, Lin Feng frowned, and said in a muffled voice, "Ming Jin, inform General Zhao to gather his men and horses and kill them back!" ”

The Chinese banner soldiers struck the gong desperately, and the sound came from afar, and the Han cavalry, surrounded by smoke and dust, turned sharply, turned back and killed on their own front - not so much a retreat, but a breakthrough.

In a few breaths, Zhao Guangyuan's vanguard team has broken out, the Qing army on the periphery is quite weak, and it was broken through by the brigade in an instant, and the follow-up cavalry rushed over smoothly, the closer the distance, the clearer it can see, and at this time, the Han infantry behind them saw the tragic battle situation clearly.

The two armies clashed in less than a quarter of an hour, the three thousand cavalry of the Han army were only left with a few thousand horsemen, and almost all of them were wounded, some people staggered and fell off their horses from time to time in the high-speed gallop, the dozens of cavalry in front of them together with the standard-bearers and the men and horses were bright red, and the flying military flag did not know what was torn by a few big holes, and the blood stains were full of small holes penetrated by arrows, and there was a bit of embarrassment in the heroism.

The opposite drum beat again, the low horn faintly harmonized, the Qing cavalry chasing behind the Han cavalry shouted, shouting to increase the speed of the horse again, the bowstring rang out continuously, and the backward more than a dozen Han cavalry screamed and fell off the war horse, on the battlefield behind them, more and more Qing cavalry rearranged the formation, and under the guidance of the newly injected new force, they rushed towards the Han army's Chinese army in a large formation, running faster and faster, thundering Wanjun.

"Great marshal......" Shi Langce, who was watching the battle not far away, immediately went up the mountain and shouted loudly in panic, "Dashuai, they deliberately let General Zhao come over, wanting our own cavalry to disrupt the formation!" ”

Lin Feng was stunned, no wonder Zhao Guangyuan broke through so smoothly, and responded loudly, "General Shi!" I order you to be the front for the time being, be sure to block the Qing army, and not take a step back!! ”

"Humble command!" Shi Lang immediately saluted, and quickly turned around and went down the mountain.

"Captain Rick!" Lin Feng turned his head and said, "Rick, you go to the second line, remember, no one is allowed to take a step back—including General Shi, understand?!" ”

"General Shi?!" Rick was a little confused.

"Of course," Lin Feng said viciously, "and you, remember, sir, if you dare to take a step back, I will not hesitate to punch you through the head—understand?!" ”

Rick looked a little angry, "Of course, Your Excellency, but I promise you won't have this chance, I'll die with my soldiers!" Before that, I advise you to ...... tone"

"Well, sir, a true knight speaks with a sword!" Lin Feng waved his hand and interrupted him.

When Lin Feng saw Rick leave, the remnants of the Han army's cavalry had already rushed to the front of the formation, looking at the large array of muskets with guns like a forest, Zhao Guangyuan brandished the long knife with a curly blade, and roared, "Pull the reins, pull the reins!" …… Turn left, turn left!! …… Spare the past, spare the past......"

Almost all of the guards who rushed to the front were Zhao Guangyuan's personal guards, and when they heard the words, they dragged the reins desperately, and the war horses running at high speed were suddenly strangled by the head of the scarf, shaking their heads and neighing violently, nearly a hundred war horses stood up, and under the strong inertia, the hind hooves struggled forward, and most of the cavalry who followed behind could not rein the reins, and slammed into the front team, and hundreds of horsemen suddenly broke their necks and fractured, and fell headlong.

Zhao Guangyuan rolled on the ground in embarrassment, suddenly jumped up after unloading the momentum, "phew", two broken teeth and blood foam were spit out, bent fingers into the mouth, a whistle, love to ride shook his head, snorting and snorting, actually miraculously stood up, he was overjoyed, hurriedly pulled the reins on the horse, and when he held the saddle, he suddenly found that the tail finger of his left hand had been cut off by his own saber.

The cavalry brigade finally lost its formation at the last moment when it was about to escape, and the remaining cavalry was divided into two groups in a chaotic manner, and barely fled around the formation under the leadership of Zhao Guangyuan and the officer, and in an instant, the remaining cavalry lost a small half.

The cavalry brigade of the Qing army sorted out the formation in the gallop, and the first column was reprimanded by the officers with bows in their hands, and with a "bang" sound, a large number of arrows rushed at high speed like dark clouds, rubbing a sharp sound in the air, and the soldiers and war horses who struggled in front of the formation were instantly nailed to the ground, and dozens of cavalrymen with long arrows staggered towards the musketeer queue, and the blood from the wounds on the body spurted wildly, and they fell down without running a few steps.

"Raise the gun—" Shi Lang shouted as he stood on the side of the array. His order was then repeated by a group of officers, and the first column of musketeers crouched down, looking at the tragic scene in front of them, although most of them were nauseated, their hands and feet trembled, and their legs and stomachs were twisting, but months of monotonous training still made them subconsciously abide by military orders, and a long black gun was handed out at the same time, looking from a distance, like a wriggling caterpillar.

The Qing army not far away had just integrated the formation, and before it had time to rest, it tried to approach the Han army under the urging of cowhide drums and horns. The originally dense team was scattered in the run, and it was actually split into dozens of small teams, flexibly interspersed with the tips of the mule carts, and from time to time there were horses stepping on the pits, neighing and tumbling.

At a glance, the cavalry formation of the Qing army seems to be extremely scattered, and the direction of the sprint has changed again and again, and when it comes to the front of the formation, it has already gone around half a circle, a small team of squads criss-cross galloping back and forth, the cavalry stepped on the stirrups fiercely, stood upright, and with horsepower, they actually opened their bows and arrows before the musketeers fired, and a wave of arrow rain pierced into the open space in front of the formation, and a few strong people shot into the array, causing slight casualties to the Han army.

Shi Lang pursed his lips tightly, his dark face was a little red, and he stared coldly at the approaching Qing army, without saying a word. The officers around him looked anxious, and even the soldiers in the front looked back, but he never gave the order to open fire. The cavalry of the Qing army galloping back and forth on the opposite side did not hesitate to shoot arrows, like a slowly twisted noose, eating away at the queue of the Han army little by little.

The Qing army was getting closer and closer, arrows were raining down, and the originally dense formation in the front of the Han army had thinned out a lot, and from time to time there were people who were hit by arrows who were bleeding like infusion, shouting loudly and being dragged down by the rear team.

"Those who shoot in vain - behead !! ......" Under the anxious gaze of everyone, Shi Lang suddenly shouted loudly, and his black face turned purple at this moment. The officers next to him were shocked, and a young officer couldn't help but ask, "General, they are already in range!" ......" His face was angry, his right hand holding the saber was bruised, and he gritted his teeth, "...... You...... What is the intention? ……”

Shi Lang tilted his head slightly, slanted his eyes and glanced coldly, then turned his head away, ignoring it. The surrounding officers suddenly changed color, and they all held the hilt of the sword. Shi Lang suddenly reached out to untie the water bladder on his waist, drank a big gulp, wiped his mouth at the end, and looked up at the sun, as if he had found something very interesting in the sky.

"General Shi......" An elderly officer stepped forward and said sharply, "If you don't fire again, I'm afraid the army's morale will be scattered!" He pinched the saber fiercely, if it weren't for the marshal personally appointing Shi Lang as the former army commander, I'm afraid he would have been cut off with a knife.

"You're a veteran, aren't you? Linji County followed Lin Shuai?! Shi Lang didn't look back, he smiled slightly, with a hint of mockery on his face, "If you had seen Dutch soldiers, you would definitely not ask that." ”

The officer was furious, and was about to speak, when a long arrow suddenly came, and the strong wind came to his face, his mouth and nose froze, and his heart was terrified, and he reached over with one hand, and steadily grabbed the tail of the arrow, and he looked up, just in time to see Shi Lang's mocking smile, and suddenly blushed.

Shi Lang no longer paid attention to him, looked down, the palm of the arrow was actually strangled by the arrow shaft several blood marks, he casually threw away the feather arrow, raised his eyes and looked, with the Qing army approaching, the cavalry formation that came to shoot was already very dense at the moment, he pulled out his waist knife fiercely, and shouted loudly, "Fire!! ——”

There was a loud bang in front of the Han army, white smoke rose up, and it spread everywhere in the whole position, and the Qing cavalry in front of the forefront seemed to be suddenly slapped in the face, and a large number of them fell down, and the frightened war horses kicked wildly, trying their best to turn the riders on their backs upside down, and several cavalrymen were stuck in the stirrups with one foot, and were dragged to a bloody blur by the crazy war horses.

The horizontal column of musket shooting alternates back and forth, and two rows have been changed, and the medicine of dozens of small cannons is only burned out at this moment, "bang-boom", the eardrums of the soldiers next to them are buzzing by the sound of the dragged cannons, these 500-pound field copper cannons jumped back violently, the shallow gun position was actually ploughed with a deep dent, the shotguns were fired all over the sky, the flesh and blood flew on the battlefield, and the hundreds of Qing troops at the head were suddenly bombarded into a sieve, and even the people and horses were vigorously thrown away, and the cavalry group at the back shouted horses, and the front hooves of dozens of war horses rose up, The Han soldiers at the front clearly saw that several large openings had been opened on the horse's belly, and the large green intestine and blood spurted out for several meters.

Under this sudden and violent blow, the Qing army on the opposite side looked a little stupid for a while, actually stopped shooting, and looked blankly at the flesh and blood colleagues in front of him, where the corpses overlapped, a Qing soldier squirmed and crawled forward, in the respectful eyes of the soldiers of the two armies, he actually staggered and struggled to stand up, he held his face blank high, and walked towards the Han army array in a daze, at this moment his eyes were gone, the flesh and blood on the left side of his face were blurred, and half of his cheekbones had already been slashed off by the shotgun, revealing the white bones of Sensen, Blood was gushing from his hideous and terrifying face, and before he could go a few meters, several lead bullets flew in and knocked him down in a pool of blood.

The horns sounded in unison, the drumbeat became more urgent, and a large group of cavalry poured into the battlefield, and the Qing army commander in the rear urged the battle, and the Qing army soldiers who were demented and demented were like waking up from a big dream, urging the war horses under the loud scolding of the officers, and galloping forward rapidly.

This time the cavalry has been a lot more careful, the formation is becoming more and more loose, the officer who led the team has seen the advantages and disadvantages of the two sides in the range, brandishing the saber to force the soldiers to approach the arrows at the risk of death, wave after wave of arrows one after another, the Han soldiers who shot in line were suddenly killed and wounded, many soldiers were shot through by the fierce long arrows, the dense queue was sparse in an instant, seeing more and more iron horses, closer and closer, several musketeers screamed, threw down the muskets and ran back with their heads in their hands, without running a few steps, was killed on the spot by the officers who shouted and scolded him.

Shi Lang was extremely embarrassed, his calm expression just now had long disappeared without a trace, he carried a bloody waist knife, running back and forth in the roaring gunfire, scolding his flustered men, at this moment the three battalions of musketeers under his command had already lost more than half of the battle, and the small cannon in front of the array was also fired frequently, the bronze cannon body became red, and the gunner had been killed and wounded. Shi Lang mourned, this pro-soldier is the old brother he brought out from Taiwan, I don't know how much he has experienced in the wind and waves, he can't imagine dying here, he sat on the ground in a gloomy manner, stroking the corpse of his pro-soldier, seeing that the firepower is getting weaker and weaker, the Qing army's war horses are flying like flying, and the whole line has been pressed up, and he is weak for a while, looking back at the hillside, Lin Feng is holding a monocular, and his face is full of coldness and whispering to the herald soldiers around him.

In a trance, the musketeers of the front team suddenly let out a burst of cheers, Shi Lang was pleasantly surprised to see that the rear formation led by Rick was lined up in a neat queue, gradually moving forward slowly, and I don't know where a force came from, Shi Lang stood up violently, brandished a long knife and hissed, "Fire-fire, ignition ......" The voice did not fall, the vest hurt, a long arrow pierced the armor, deeply pierced his vest, his mind was dizzy, he sat down again, and in a daze, he suddenly heard a stiff official sentence, "Oh! God, you're hurt......"

Shi Lang endured the pain and nodded to Rick, only to see Rick smile slightly, "Although the general ordered you not to retreat, I think you can retreat honorably now!" ”