"Kill Jiannu!"

When a cavalry like a divine soldier descended from the sky, it immediately changed the situation on the battlefield, and those Jiannu who fled also became desperate.

"Kill Jiannu!"

Xu Zhiyuan, who took the lead, while charging, sandwiched the riding gun between his waist and elbows, when catching up with Jiannu, the tip of the spear moved slightly, and the sharp cold-forged tip of the spear disappeared into Jiannu's back, and the man immediately collapsed, following the momentum of his fall, under the impact of the war horse, the corpse was picked up in the air and then thrown away, raising a blood-red rainbow in the air.

Pursuit!

The pursuit of the cavalry was also merciless, and some were just cold spear tips, and those spear tips cut into a series of life-threatening cold light in the air, and they did not enter the fleeing Jiannu.

"It's over......"

Zilharang's face instantly turned pale, even if he led those Bayalas to escape, but he never thought that these Ming troops actually had a backhand, although they were only cavalry of more than a thousand people, but now those cavalry were like tigers descending from the mountain, wantonly rushing to kill.

Not only the cavalry was pursuing, but even the synchronized soldiers, those who had been fighting all day and should have been exhausted, were also pursuing, and they even took off their cuirasses and launched a direct pursuit with their rifles, and they strode closely behind the cavalry to stab all the enemies they saw along the way with bayonets.

The iron helmets on top of their heads were also thrown off by them, their legs were no longer heavy, the wounds on their bodies no longer seemed to be painful, and their bodies suddenly had more inexhaustible strength, and their feet left a series of blood-stained marks on the ground.

At this time, for these warriors, there is only the desire for victory in their hearts, at this moment everything is no longer important, they forget the tiredness, forget the pain, they just keep pursuing, when they see the enemy, they directly stab the bayonet without asking, those who have long been frightened by the enemy, just kneel there, or stand there, let the bayonet sink into their chest, neck, they can easily stab the enemy to death one after another, at this time, It's no longer a battle, it's like harvesting crops on a field, harvesting those heads with bayonets.

"Kill Jiannu! Kill Jiannu! ”

These Ming troops, who were pursuing all the way, even took off their leather jackets in this cold winter moon, and pursued the enemy shirtless like that, sending the enemy to hell.

Blood stained their bodies red, and together with the sweat, they were thrown down to the snow as they ran, and the blood and sweat melted the ice and snow.

They were peasants, merchants, scholars, servants, fellows, and ...... They are all a proud bunch of warriors now!

For thousands of years, their ancestors have been ploughing, harvesting, and multiplying on this land for generations, and they originally lived a life of sunrise and sunset.

They were willing to enjoy this peace, but there were always many wild beasts that would break it and try to enslave them and slaughter them.

Those beasts thought that these hard-working people would only sweat, but they didn't know that this civilization had also used blood and sweat to achieve the expansion of civilization, and it was civilization that made them restrain their violent side, maybe it was civilization for too long, which made them forget barbarism, and when faced with barbarism, they could only let the barbarians slaughter.

But now, the savagery of the enemy awakened the savagery in their hearts, and they did not hesitate to turn their hoes back into weapons.

They were the best warriors, who carved out the world's most vast empire, who turned their swords into plowshares and became the most industrious people, and now they turned plowshares into swords and became the best warriors.

They are the pioneers of this land, and they are also the guardians of this land!

They are guarding their homeland and their own civilization!

Only then are they the best fighters!

Under their bayonets, those green battalion soldiers who were originally driven by the Manchus fled in panic, and they couldn't even escape from the pursuers behind them in a hurry, and in the face of the chasing Ming army, they even just cried and turned their backs to the bayonets, allowing the bayonets to sink into their bodies, even if they died, they couldn't muster up the courage to fight.

They preferred to kneel on the ground, to keep kowtowing and begging for mercy, begging for mercy from the heavenly soldiers, but they didn't know that the pity of these warriors had long since disappeared with the death of their families, and that they and their ancestors had given these people too much mercy, and now, the compassion had disappeared in their hearts.

Only a dead slave is a good slave!

The barbarians are just beasts, and they don't need any mercy for them!

Human mercy is for one kind, not for beasts!

If someone could look down on the ground from the air at this time, they could clearly see how the anger gathered into a rolling torrent - a team of only a few thousand people pursued a team of twenty or thirty thousand people, and they easily swallowed the people in front of them like a monstrous flood, turning them into a pool of red flesh.

Bands of Green Battalion soldiers fell.

Even those Bayalas took off their armor, and they fled for their lives as if their father and mother were missing two legs, and those who fled slowly were just stabbed down, and even when they were screaming, they were trampled on his body by countless pairs of cowhide iron boots, and were soon trampled into a puddle of rotten meat.

Under the protection of the minions, the panicked Jilharang was like a lost wild dog, and he occasionally looked back at the pursuit behind him, clinging to the reins of his horse tightly with both hands, and began to cry when he opened his mouth.

He didn't know why he was so out of shape, he just cried so loudly, it seemed that he was dreaming of the future of the Great Qing Kingdom and the old Khan's Huang Liang, behind him, the Yellow Dragon Daxu was still with him, which was the emperor's mark.

With tears on his face, he looked back at the yellow dragon daxuan, and suddenly, as if he had some kind of epiphany, he reined in the reins of his horse, and then, he looked at the hundreds of riders around him, although there were still tears on his face, but he still shouted.

"The Baya Lamas of the Great Qing Kingdom, don't let the Ming army underestimate us!"

After that, he personally raised the Yellow Dragon Daxu into the direction of the Ming army's pursuit and launched an attack, and the hundreds of cavalry behind him, other than that, there was no one else, and even when those green battalion soldiers saw this scene, there was only one thought in their minds, oops, it can be regarded as saved, as long as these Manchurians block the Ming army, they can escape for a while......

In the face of the counter-charge Jiannu cavalry, Xu Zhiyuan did not hesitate, but shouted to Su Sansan.

"Detachment ......"

With his order, the cavalry that was originally chasing immediately divided into two lines and swept from the two flanks of the Jiannu cavalry, and at the same time, they drew their muskets one after another and fired at the Jiannu cavalry, each of them with three double-barreled short muskets, which were really powerful at close range. It's just a round of shooting, and there are only more than a hundred horsemen left of the originally mighty five or six hundred horsemen, but these cavalry are still desperate to protect the Yellow Dragon Daxu and rush towards the infantry of the Ming army, and in the face of the rushing cavalry, those infantry are not panicked, they have stopped.

"Reload all!"

The officers commanded loudly

In fact, there was no need for the officer's reminder that these soldiers had already loaded their own ammunition, and soon the sound of the report sounded in the crowd one after another.

In the midst of the sound of "reloaded", they formed a neat line, and in this unnumbered queue, the soldiers stood there, raising their muskets at the shouts of the officers, aiming at the cavalry who were killing them.

"Release, release......"

The officers, holding command knives in their hands, shouted loudly, and the fighters immediately pulled the trigger.

In a deafening burst of gunfire, the rushing cavalry fell, but only a dozen horsemen were still struggling to support themselves.

Zilharang, who had been knocked off his horse, stood up from the ground, his hand supporting the yellow dragon big coffin. Just as he was standing up, another roar rang out.

"Putting ......"

The sound of gunfire like bursting beans echoed on the battlefield, and in the gunfire, the minions around Jilharang fell, and Jierharang, who was holding the Huanglong Daqi, was also shot several times and fell staggeringly, as for the Huanglong Daqi, he also fell down with a bang......