"Woo!" ……

With the order of Sun Chuanting, the commander of the army, the arrows in the sky suddenly overwhelmingly shot towards the enemy in front.

These Tartar soldiers, who had just broken through the artillery bombardment and were about to enter the range of their bows and arrows, suddenly ushered in a death blow!

The attack density and attack intensity of the repeater are not comparable to those sparse shells.

The 60,000 soldiers of the front army of the Ming New Army were divided into three sections of fire and launched endless attacks.

Their single salvo is 20,000 arrows, and the repeater in their hands, ten consecutive shots, is 200,000 arrows.

And this is the attack of the first column of soldiers in the three-stage shooting mode, and when the crossbows in the hands of the soldiers in the first column are fired, the 20,000 soldiers in the second column stepped forward in unison and started the relay to launch the second wave of attacks!

The cavalry soldiers of the Tartars only felt that the opponent's bow and crossbow were too sharp.

At the head of their own charge, there were many dead corpses at this time, and a large number of clansmen and warriors and hardcore traitors were killed and shot by the rain of crossbow arrows, and they fell off their horses with screams.

Although they had now rushed to the distance where they were barely able to launch their bows and arrows.

But it was such a gap of tens of meters that seemed to have turned into an invisible copper wall, and no matter how the soldiers roared and rushed up, they would immediately be covered and shot by the enemy's endless rain of arrows.

Hit furiously by the opponent's long-range forces, the Tartars' cavalry forward formation will always be only a sparse cavalry.

In the face of the bow and crossbow strikes of the Ming New Army, which was like a storm of death, the formation of the Tartar cavalry could not be maintained for a long time.

There were very few cavalry they could rush through this death zone, and the iron hooves of the sparse cavalry were in front of the front, and the iron hooves of the horses trampled on the ground to form a layer of corpses, and bright red blood splattered out from the arrow holes, drowning the iron horseshoes of the cavalry mounts.

In just a short time, the vanguard army of the Tartars was like sinking into a swamp of blood, and a heavy bloody aura wafted around, and blood was splashed with flying dust.

The hot blood that shot out of the human body hit the smoke and dust in the air, instantly solidifying the smoke and dust, and the steaming white gas wafted out of the blood, quickly dispersing into the cold air of the night.

Death, death, and death!

The faster you rush, the faster you die.

The rain of bows and crossbows and arrows that came from the Ming New Army's continuous and rapid shooting seemed to be endless, and there were only traces of the rain of crossbow arrows and arrows in the line of sight across the air, and the arrows made of steel pierced the air, and the sharp whistling was endless.

And all around were the corpses of those wild Jurchen Tartar soldiers, and the flying dust fell on the still warm corpses, gradually spreading a thick layer.

The horses that had lost their owners made a detour to the periphery of the battlefield and ran towards the rear of the Tartar cavalry, and their eyes turned scarlet, like nightmare horses from hell.

In the position of the Chinese army of the Tartar cavalry, the generals who led the team at this time had realized that their men and horses could not break through the defensive iron curtain organized by the opponent with bows and crossbows.

Moreover, those exploding and extremely lethal flowering shells were still shelling, and their own cavalry was killed on the battlefield.

This has made the two White Flag Wild Jurchen Banner Masters Gude and Gu Bai, who were originally arrogant, realize their mistakes.

Gude suddenly remembered what Huang Taiji had said, you must not impact the guns and crossbows of the Ming New Army, however......

At this time, Good, the white flag master of the Wild Jurchen Sauron Clan, was blood-red in his eyes, and he was almost going crazy.

These cavalrymen who followed him on the steppe simply died here, they were the bravest warriors of the Sauron tribe!

By this time, they had not yet begun to kill any of their enemies, and they had just become cold corpses.

"Retreat! Fall back! ”

"It's not a fight! This is sending you to death! ”

"Quick! Retreat back quickly, and if we continue like this, our warriors will all die. ”

At this time, Gu Bai, the banner owner of the wild maiden with a white flag, came out of the crowd and shouted wildly in front of the cavalry's Chinese army.

And those cavalry soldiers who were burying their heads in the slaughter, only a small number of people heard his voice at this time, and in the fierce cavalry cluster impact, one person's voice was too small.

He had to run to the front of the Chinese army on his horse, shouting at his own cavalry who were frantically charging, trying to stop the charge of his warriors.

However, the hoarse shouts were drowned out in the terrible roars of the cavalry battle array, and the intermittent moans and the earth-shattering sound of horses' hooves drowned out Cooper's shouts.

But there were still a small number of Tartar cavalry soldiers who heard the order, and at this time, these wild Jurchen cavalry, who relied on a fiery attack, slowly slowed down the speed of the charge.

They had long wanted to retreat, but they had no military orders in place. 12

Courage and death were absolutely different, and in the face of a crossbow blow that could shoot their entire army here, these Tartar cavalry began to boil blood, and by this time it had already cooled down.

The desperate cries of the clansmen around them sounded in their ears, and the pieces of flesh and blood under the horses' hooves reminded them how stupid it was to hedge and fight head-on with these new Ming troops.

The Tartars began to disorganize, and some of the troops who had been rushing forward with all their might were trying to control the horses under them, trying to slow them down, and then galloping around the battlefield, retreating from the periphery of the battlefield.

The people in the team are roaring, they are the bravest team, they can't tolerate these cowardly people, death in battle is their destination, bravery is their left and right.

They were angrily reprimanding these soldiers who wanted to retreat, and the two sides actually had a dispute on this battlefield.

However, in the heat of the battlefield, desertion is the most important thing, and it will make you die faster.

Moreover, at this time, it is not possible to retreat if you want to.

Shells and arrows flew over their heads, but the ranks of the Tartars were in disarray.

Courage and cowardice intersect here, death and the crazy roars around them, enveloping these people, and every minute and every second, someone dies tragically under the rain of arrows.

The corpses piled up more and more on the ground, and several generals of the Tartar cavalry team quarreled fiercely at this time.

Those who wanted to continue to attack the enemy's ranks, those who strongly advocated retreat, and even their own people, began to draw their swords against their former partners.

At this moment, the heralds of the two white flags rushed here, and dozens of heralds brought the orders of the two banner owners, Gude and Gubai, and the whole army hurriedly withdrew.

They rushed into the chaotic ranks, shouting at the soldiers around them, shouting at the surrounding soldiers, and the chaotic cavalry finally slowed down the speed of the horses and began to retreat slowly.

After a stick of incense or so, the cavalry of these Tartars finally stopped the momentum of the army's charge and began to turn around and retreat.

However, the huge battle formation of the Ming New Army began to press forward steadily, and while advancing without slowness or urgency, it continued its continuous attacks.

On the road to defeat, with every step, the soldiers of the Tartars and those hardcore traitors will fall dozens or hundreds of people.

Countless blood and corpses have covered the battlefield of this great plain, and the floating dust has turned scarlet when it melts into the ground.

The vast and flat plains had long since become a slaughterhouse for flesh and blood.

The dust raised by the horses fluttered and flew all over the sky, the blood spilling everywhere gradually turned cold, and the warm corpses gradually lost their body temperature.

The wounded soldiers, who had no way to retreat, let out a terrible roar in the pile of dead.

The wounded soldiers, who had lost some of their limbs, struggled on the ground, and the blood and flesh on the corpses stained the bodies of the wounded soldiers, and their faces became hideous and sad.

Countless broken flags, planted diagonally in the pile of the dead, hunted in the night wind, as if the sorrow of the dead urged them to die, making the last mourning.

And in the distance, at this time there were many wounded soldiers with crossbow bolts in their bodies, and they were not yet dead.

Their blood flowed down the cold barrels of their guns, scimitars, and other weapons, and fell into the same colored dirt, mixed with the scarlet flying dust.

By this time they had long since lost the strength to struggle.

The wounded soldier with dull eyes looked at the arrows inserted in his body, and the blood that flowed from time to time still emitted hazy heat.

Their eyes in despair were so dull and unfocused.

On the battlefield at this moment, there were still bursts of the wailing of war horses, which was the last neighing of those wounded war horses.

That kind of voice came far away, whether it was the Tartar soldiers who had withdrawn, or the soldiers of the Ming New Army who were beginning to launch a hot pursuit, they were all sad to hear.

After paying the price of nearly half of the casualties, the combined cavalry army of Tartars and hardcore traitors in front of the battle formation of the new army of the Ming Dynasty had already withdrawn in a hurry and was ready to run away.

They didn't even take the wounded soldiers out of the battlefield, they withdrew in such a hurry, just like they used to rush towards the land of Liaodong in the Ming Dynasty, and they were in a hurry to "fight the grass valley".

It's just that the situation is different, the time is different, and the feelings in the heart are naturally very different.

In the past, when I went to Daming and Liaodong to "fight grass valleys", I could act recklessly, burn, kill and loot, so I was not happy.

Now they are like lost dogs, panicking all day long, trying to save their lives.

It's just that most of them may not have the opportunity to save their lives anymore and continue to plague those Ming people.

The Daming New Army in the rear, with a brigade of more than 200,000 cavalry, began to launch a violent pursuit with the division as a unit!