"General, the Tartars have all retreated to Zheng in the land"

A scout captain, the Flying Horseman, came to report, "But before, the Tartars had sent a few heralds to report to all sides. ”

"Their horses are too good, and their riding skills are so superb that our soldiers can't catch up."

Cao Bianjiao was noncommittal, explained a few words, and waved him to take the scout brigade and continue to monitor in all directions.

The key point is to explain to him that the cordon should be spread out at least ten miles away, so as not to be approached by the Tartar reinforcements, and he doesn't know it yet.

This is very important for the upcoming war.

After all, even if you are not afraid, but before the end of the war, being attacked by Tartar reinforcements is very disgusting, and it will cause unnecessary casualties.

As soon as the soldiers finished forming a formation, Cao Bianjiao began to order: "Three divisions, divided into three parties, will surround the Niangniang Palace Tartar station, and the three division commanders will cooperate with Deputy Commander Wang to command the action." ”

He knew that the level of his command of the troops was not as good as Wang Fuqiang, so he simply handed over the command to Wang Fuqiang.

I still went to charge for a while, found the fierce general of the Tartar, Wa Xing'a, and tried the combat power of this famous general of the Tartar, to have a good fight, and have a good time.

With Cao Bianjiao's order, the soldiers of the Xuanwu Legion, under the command of Wang Fuqiang and the three division commanders, took the division as a unit and headed towards the Niangniang Palace Tartar station.

This area was not big in the first place, but after a meal, each division sent someone to report, and everyone was ready to launch an attack on the Tartar garrison at any time.

"Command!"

Wang Fuqiang stood on the temporary command platform and unceremoniously took over the command, holding the red battle flag in his hand, "All artillery battalions open fire." ”

"Be careful, to carry out accurate artillery bombardment, not allow shells to fall into the Niangniang Palace, and not allow a large number of war horses to be killed."

That Niangniang Palace is a temple, naturally it cannot be damaged, and the war horse is also the biggest purpose of this expedition, although it has been explained before, but Wang Fuqiang still has to emphasize.

The three artillery battalions that had already taken their places, each with 30 cannons, suddenly began to roar as the red flag in the hands of the artillery battalion commander fell!

"Boom!" ……

In the smoke of gunpowder, black dots flew out of the barrel and fell towards the targets of the Tartar station!

"Boom"

"Boom" "Boom" ......

There were only three rounds of artillery fire, and the Tartar garrison was already in shambles.

Almost all the thick gates on the periphery were blown away by the explosion.

Even the camp defenses, which were full of traps, were mostly destroyed by shells!

"Damn! These Ming people, how can they have so many shells? ”

"Breakout! If we don't break through, we will all be blown up! ”

"How can these bright cannons be so powerful? Will it explode? ”

"Don't be afraid! Let's charge together, as long as we get close to those Mingren, they are vulnerable! ”……

The neighing of war horses, the screams of wounded soldiers, and the shouts of panicked Tartar soldiers were endless.

The fragmentary bow and arrow counterattack could not shoot the soldiers of the Xuanwu Legion at all, but ushered in a round of arrow rain to return fire.

Cannonballs, muskets, strong bows, and crossbows, the soldiers of the Xuanwu Legion quickly suppressed the Tartars' bow and arrow counterattack, so that they couldn't raise their heads to shoot arrows at all.

Others can beat themselves, but their own counterattacks can't reach the Ming soldiers, so that the generals in the Tartar garrison are as anxious as ants on a hot pot.

"Half of the shells have been consumed?"

Wang Fuqiang was enjoying it, but he didn't expect that several heralds would come to report.

Also, when the Da Liao River was forcibly crossed before, 30 percent of the ammunition was used, and now it is a few rounds of salvo attacks with all artillery fire, and another 30 percent is consumed.

Today, the three artillery battalions have only forty percent of ammunition left, which is normal.

"I can't continue the shelling, I have to keep some of the shells in case the Tartar reinforcements counterattack."

The thought in Wang Fuqiang's mind turned sharply, and he immediately made a decision, "The order will go down, the artillery fire will stop firing, the soldiers will form a charging formation, open the way with crossbow arrows, muskets and strong bows, and the whole army will start to charge and besiege the Tartars." ”

The command flag of the command platform of the Chinese army turned a few times, and the division and bugle soldiers of each division and regiment immediately beat the war drum when they saw the change of the order flag.

After the drum beat like a violent storm suddenly sounded, the sound of the cannon stopped, and the shouts of killing were loud in all directions!

One by one, the black battle formations began to move forward neatly, faster and faster, rushing towards the Tartars' station!

"Hahaha! Kill! ”

Cao Bianjiao was already anxious, and when he saw that the shelling had stopped, the Tartars' garrison was ruined, and from a distance, he was full of Tartars and clothed minions who were scurrying around, and he immediately laughed.

Before the laughter fell, he shouted to the cavalry brigade behind him, which had been selected for thousands of years, "Everyone come with me!" ”

With that, he slapped the big black horse's buttocks, clamped the horse's belly with his legs, and the war horse suddenly rushed forward and galloped forward.

In this war situation, it is only a matter of time before his side wins, and he can't wait.

The slope where Cao Bianjiao was standing and waiting was not far from the Tartars' station, less than three hundred meters.

The cavalry brigade he led only took a moment to come to the front gate of the dilapidated enemy camp.

As soon as Fang arrived in front of the gate, Cao Bianjiao shouted: "Ha! ”

As soon as the big iron spear stretched and retracted, it had already lifted the tattered huge gate aside, and used the iron spear to remove a few scattered incoming arrows, and galloped towards the interior of the enemy camp with his horse!

……

"Lord Waxing Aezhen! It's an enemy general! The enemy general has broken down the door and rushed in! ”

Beside Gushan Ezhen Waxing'a, who was in charge of guarding the Niangniang Palace, a Niu Lu Ezhen, pointing in the direction of Yuanmen and the young general riding a big black horse who was rushing over, shouted at the top of his voice.

"What's the panic!"

Before Wa Xing'a could speak, a big man about two meters tall next to him jumped out from the side, "Mingren is so arrogant, I will fight him, you protect Lord Gushan Ezhen." ”

This person is the number one general under Waxing'a, a sturdy Jiala Ezhen.

In the Tartar army, the composition pattern of its leading generals is like a pyramid, clear and clear, and it is clear at a glance.

In addition to those princes and Baylor, the official positions of each general from top to bottom, in order, are Gushan Ezhen (Wanfu Commander), leading 7,500 regular soldiers and a number of clothed slaves.

Jia Lae Zhen (commander of a thousand people), leading 1,500 regular soldiers, and a number of clothed slaves.

Niu Lu Ezhen (centurion) led 300 regular soldiers and a number of coated slaves.

The Later Jin Dynasty was similar to the Jurchens in the Northern Song Dynasty, except that there were many more clothed minions.

This Jia La's true body, extremely strong, covered with tendon flesh and scars, is obviously a fierce model who has experienced countless life and death battles

As soon as his voice fell, he picked up the horse's belly and brandished an iron thistle about seven feet long and rushed towards Cao Bianjiao.

As soon as Cao Bianjiaofu entered the Tartar camp, he plunged headlong into the chaotic enemy formation, and the big iron spear pierced and stabbed, as fast as lightning, killing more than a dozen people in one breath, and went straight to the enemy's Chinese army banner.

Suddenly, a burly man rode his horse and galloped over, and he lifted the thistle and smashed it down on his head!

Cao Bianjiao first dodged the horse, he was very good at his big black horse baby, but he would not let it be hurt at all.

Then, with a flick of the big iron spear, he stabbed the opponent in the head like lightning.

That Tartar Biao can be a thousand-commander, and he has also fought the battlefield for many years, and he is not easy to match.

He saw Cao Bianjiao avoid a blow, thinking that the other party was afraid of a hard encounter with him, and he was overjoyed, but he didn't expect Cao Bianjiao to shoot him with a backhand, and he shouted in his heart that it was not good, and hurriedly crossed the thistle to block.

But Cao Bianjiao's gun speed was too fast, and the iron thistle of this Tartar fierce man was only halfway cross, and the tip of the big iron gun had already been inserted into his throat!

Blood suddenly gushed out, staining the triple iron armor on his body red!

The Tartar general suddenly felt all his strength, as if it had been drained by something, and as soon as the weapon in his hand was loosened, the corpse lay on the horse's back, and he lost the slightest sense.

Cao Bianjiao shook his wrist, immediately pulled back the big iron spear, didn't look back, went straight to the Tartar banner, and continued to look for the Tartar solid mountain Ezhen Waxing.

The Tartar's horse was still running forward with its dead master.

A black-clad and black-armored officer then arrived, and when he saw the Tartar general lying on his horse, he didn't know if he was dead or not, so he picked up the long-handled broadsword in his hand and slashed at him.

The knife slashed the Tartar's neck and tossed his head aside.

The officer was followed by a group of cavalry crossbowmen, who had just fired a salvo that had stabbed down more than a dozen Tartar cavalrymen.

Suddenly, he saw a round, blood-like human head, flying towards him and the others, and he was almost startled.

The cavalry crossbowmen cursed one after another, and while charging rapidly, they launched a volley of fire, killing a Tartar and a clothed minion.

Behind this group of cavalry soldiers, a large group of infantry musketeers was the first to rush into the Tartar camp.

They aimed at one target after another, and launched accurate shots at the various white-armored soldiers and generals of the Tartars.

Deputy Commander Wang Fuqiang has already ordered that, first of all, these dangerous targets should be eliminated in order to reduce the casualties of his own soldiers.