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Just when Kubilong was facing the infantry led by Dugu Hanjiang, under the cover of the Xu Jin shooting of artillery fire, he kept launching a surprise attack on the narrow mountain road with spears and firearms, and with the help of those defeated cavalry, he defeated the cavalry of Niu Lu one by one and was furious, Suke Saha in the east, facing thousands of fire heads that stretched for dozens of miles, fell to the ground, howling and crying.

Just half a day ago, Lord Sukh Saha was still trying to urge his infantry to help the baggage vehicles pass through this rugged and narrow mountain road as soon as possible, and enter the wider area of the road. The shock happened suddenly.

In the mountains and forests, the cavalry of the Dashun army was killed like a thunderous wind!

Like a stream of mudslides, they pounded the queue of trucks. The heavy truck, which was already extremely heavy, could not turn around and escape and defend on the mountain road. Moreover, most of the people who were in charge of transportation were strong men who were forcibly recruited, and when they saw that a large group of cavalry suddenly came out, they immediately held their heads with their hands and squatted under the cart, waiting for the storm to pass. There were those who were forcibly requisitioned by the Qing army for vehicles and livestock, and even the animals were unloaded from the cars, and they caressed their own animals with their hands, comforting these lovely lives. "I hope we both can go home safely!"

The horse harrier Wang Fuchen, who led the cavalry to kill from the mountains and forests, naturally did not attack these people, "Kill!" Kill the Tartars! ”

He raised the horse lance in his hand, grabbed the reins of the horse with one hand, and the horse under the crotch was Li Zicheng's imperial war horse, which had already been adjusted by him as a whole.

With his order, thousands of cavalry, on the mountain road tens of miles long, divided into one hundred and ten groups, rushed into the queue of the Qing army's baggage vehicles.

Different from the cavalry of the Southern Yue Army, and the production and lifestyle of the Qing cavalry from the nomadic fishing and hunting people, the cavalry of the Dashun Army was called Liukou back then. There is the so-called "light bow and short sword, mountain roads are like flying", in the years of whirling battles with the Ming army, fighting in the mountains is a commonplace thing.

During the Chongzhen period, he often said to Ziyu in the matter: There are hundreds of thousands of rogues, and the strongest is not the king. The department has been demoted many times, and the generals are desperate, and they are unstoppable; All bright armor, iron riding blades, its edge can not be used; The marching troops are armed, the discipline is solemn and unchaotic, and they are unstoppable; Charging and ambushing the enemy is just right, and its cunning is also unacceptable. There are a total of ten teams in the department of the king, and especially eight teams are particularly strong. At that time, Chang Ziyu was referring to Gao Yingxiang, and Li Zicheng was only the eighth team under him. At that time, we don't know if Li Zicheng's subordinates had the so-called Fan Han Descending Ding, but the current Dashun Yongchang Emperor's subordinates have cavalry warriors from Wusizang and Mongolian tribes in Qinghai, Gansu and other places!

This is a soldier who was either born as a herdsman or a poor herdsman, and since joining the Shun army, he has never felt like a person. There is hot tea every day, not to mention, three meals a day, vegetable tea can be eaten and drunk casually, and the food tube made of good grain is enough to eat. He even changed into a good robe and armor. In their simple hearts, all this is given to us by His Majesty the Emperor, and only by fighting well for His Majesty the Emperor and killing all those who are enemies of His Majesty can we be worthy of the treatment that His Majesty the Emperor has given us. Large pieces of tea made from fine brick tea, with fine fine salt, and those large barrels and bowls of vegetables, these are all life that only those leaders and living Buddhas can enjoy, and now we can also enjoy it, which is all given by His Majesty! Only by cutting off dozens of Tartar heads can we repay Your Majesty's kindness!

Thinking of this, these sturdy and simple warriors tightened their grips on their weapons, followed closely by their officers, and galloped to kill.

Their weapons also have a strong national color. Scimitars, longbows, spears, crescent axes, etc. In addition to the Jiaolong leather armor with copper nails inlaid with one-color armor, the weapons of these minority soldiers were all captured trophies by Yuan Zongdi when he went to Qinghai and Gansu.

As the leading officer came out, the eyes of Abe Na and Sri Gulen exchanged glances at the moment when the war horses alternated. From each other's eyes, they could all read each other's meanings, "Kill!" Kill the Tartars! Military merit! ”

"Kill!"

The facial features on Abena's face were twisted to one place excitedly, with the power of the war horse rushing down, the scimitar in his hand swung violently, and slashed into the neck of a Qing army baggage officer, the moment the blade passed, the connection between the person's head and neck, seemed to suddenly sink downward, but, in an instant, the thick blood was spurted out of the artery by a huge internal pressure, and the warm liquid full of blood smelled on Abena's head and face, and even the Tibetan horse under the crotch was dyed red.

The officer's headless corpse shook from side to side a few times, and he fell under his horse, and looking around, Abe Na jumped off his horse and drew his axe.

Carrying the axe, Tabu shackled down, cut off the excess body tissue on the officer's head, and didn't care about the bloody blood dripping down from the skull, tied the braid on the head to the saddle, picked up the helmet, turned his head and gathered the armor, boots, and weapons on the officer's body together, and hastily tied them to his horse, and then took the reins of the war horse of the Qing army officer, and ran triumphantly towards the next target.

The time for the cavalry to rush down was short-lived, and at this moment, the Dashun cavalry, which was more than 100 cavalry, had completely defeated this part of the Qing army's escort and baggage. Dozens of corpses were left on the ground, hundreds of wounded soldiers wailing and moaning on the ground, and captives kneeling on the ground. In the distance, some of the horses that had lost their owners were still wandering in the meadow, whether to flee or to join their kind. Finally, the nature of the horses overcame fear, and they joined the group with small steps.

Abe Nai looked at Srigulen, he also had an officer, but with a hard bow in his hand, he shot an arrow from a Qing army officer who tried to escape on horseback, and then used the scimitar in his hand to chop him to death with a slanted shoulder strap, at this time he slowly cut the person's head with a knife, and then tied the braid to the saddle like Abena.

"My lord! It's gunpowder! These dozens of carts are full of gunpowder! ”

A flag bearer, with a mixture of excitement and nervousness, reported to the lieutenant who led the team. Gunpowder! This thing is both cute and scary! The lovely thing is that it can be used to launch projectiles, cannons, and can be used to blow up and blow up the city wall fortress, but, if you are not careful, on such a narrow road, dozens of carts of gunpowder are enough to kill everyone!

"Ship away! Whatever can be carried away! Be careful, this thing must not be caught in fire! The lieutenant who led the team thought for a while, and then made a decision according to the habit of the Shun army for many years. When he was fighting everywhere, he was "rewarded with horses and mules, followed by bows and arrows, followed by coins and silks, and pearls and jades." "After leaving Shangluo Mountain and entering Henan, this military habit has quietly undergone some adjustments, but the seizure of so much gunpowder is undoubtedly a great achievement.

Gunpowder can be carried away, as these treasures are needed for both cannons and guns. The grain was clumsy and difficult to transport. Unlike salt and other substances, it is a more valuable material. In contrast, Wang Fuchen immediately ordered, "Burn!" ”

Barrels of vegetable oil were thrown onto the grain cart, and a torch was thrown on it, and the cart full of grain became a huge fire in the blink of an eye.

"Alas! It's a pity! Abena was still there lamenting, thinking in his heart that this cart of grain could marry a few beautiful girls like flowers in the tribe?

"What a pity! These things can't be transported away, stay here, let the Tartars eat enough and have the strength to fight us?! Zhangqi scolded Abe with a black face. He gave him a bag of fried soybeans. "Be quick in the future. Remember to put away these good things! ”

The Qing army's baggage team has turned into a pile of flames, and what is left is the more than 10,000 infantry led by Su Ke Saha. These guys, who were originally surrendered by the Ming army, were not put in the eyes of Wang Fuchen.

Sukh Saha sat in the saddle in a daze, looking at the clusters of smoke in the distance, and the red flames that rolled up from time to time in the black smoke, and occasionally heard a few dull explosions in his ears, which should be the loud sound of the explosion of a container full of vegetable oil after being licked by tongues of fire. With a slight northwesterly wind, the pungent scorching smell of burning and the bitter and spicy smell of burning trees were intertwined and sent to Sukh Saha's nasal passages.

This scene in the distance was also taken into the eyes of all the Qing officers and soldiers, and they were stunned and at a loss. One of the Baya soldiers suddenly cried: "It's over! Finished! The grain baggage is burned! Master Baylor will kill us minions! ”

"Nope! It's not over! ”

Sukh Saha's eyes turned red, and his face jumped with bruises, and he shook the whip fiercely, whipped the howling Baya Lama with a whip, and shouted in his dry and hoarse voice: "Brothers! Minions! It's time to finish! This is our chance to make meritorious contributions! We couldn't find the thieves, they rushed out and hit our guns! Now is the time to die! Losing the food and grass of the whole army, each of us is guilty of killing our heads! The thieves just put the knife mountain oil pot in front, and we have to climb up and jump down! Now there is only one way, and that is to eliminate the thieves in front of us, so that we can redeem our merits! ”

"Kill! Grab back the grain and grass baggage! ”

Several Jia Lazhangjing were the first to come to their senses, pulled out their waist knives and shouted frantically.

"Kill all the thieves! Grab the baggage! ”

"Kill all the thieves! Grab the baggage! ”

With the shouts and shouts of the Jialazhangjing, several lieutenants of the new annexed army also woke up like a dream and drew their swords in front of Sukh Saha, boosting morale in front of the army.

A battalion of newly attached troops was in front, and one or two Niu Lu's Eight Banners soldiers and horses were behind, and Su Ke Saha lined up his men and horses spinning wheels on the mountain road and slowly pressed them up.

His design or idea is very simple and straightforward, first let those former Ming officers and soldiers who have newly surrendered to the Qing army fight to the death with the Dashun army. With the descendants of the Qing army as the supervising army, in this way, these soldiers will not dare to work hard. Similarly, when the Ming army in front of them could not support it, these Eight Banners soldiers and horses could still rush up to support them.

Sukh Saha's deployment is also exquisite. He knew that in the mountains to fight, the soldiers and horses invested by both sides at one time would not be too large, and he had a steady stream of fresh troops here, even if the other party was covered in iron, how many nails could he make?

It's a pity that he met different opponents.

"Whew......"

The sharp sound of Ming Di, a ringing arrow broke through the air, piercing the throat of a new annex soldier, and he staggered backwards, his hands clutching his throat, his eyes full of survival **. He couldn't believe why he was the first person to be shot by the thieves in the well-organized military formation.

"Whoosh ......"

Arrows rained down through the smoke. Abena, these Mongolian and Tibetan riders, kept pulling out the hard bows in their hands and shooting arrows in the direction of Mingdi. The hard bows in their hands, or the copper-armed iron-tired bows, or the good horned bows made of bison horns from the hometown of Fuso, have strong bows and extremely long ranges, and they have exerted great lethality in the hands of these fierce men of the Northwest Plateau. They fired extremely fast, wave after wave, and the arrows were almost connected in the air. Under the fierce rain of arrows, the officers and soldiers of the newly annexed army were shot to the ground.

Most of these arrows are three-edged armor-piercing arrows, which are extremely penetrating, and even if you are wearing iron armor, you may not be able to dodge them, not to mention that most of the soldiers of these new annexes only have a cotton crotch. The soldiers and officers who were hit by the arrow were injured and fell to the ground, and some even died on the spot.

However, under the continuous beating and scolding of the officers, these new annexes did not collapse because of this, but tried to maintain their formation, concentrated the fire guns, concentrated their fire in the direction where the arrows were fired, and fired a round of bird guns, and in the thick white smoke, the fire light from the guns was connected.

"Push the cannon up! Give these thieves a little color and look at it! ”

A cannon was pushed up from the back of the line, making a deafening sound through the crowd.

Everywhere the shells passed, a mist of blood rose. Stumps, broken bones, flesh, and grass debris carried away by the shells flew everywhere.

"Well played! Just hit it like that! Seeing this, the adjutant general of this battalion excitedly waved his sword and encouraged his subordinates.

The alternating firing of cannonballs and lead bullets made the Dashun army suffer heavy casualties all of a sudden, and the screams became one, and the Mongolian and Tibetan soldiers who gathered at the forefront to fire arrows had ever seen such a scene? Either the flesh and blood rolled on the ground, or the howl of rolling and crawling escaped.

"Escapees, kill!"

A few Mongol soldiers who had dropped their bows and arrows and fled backwards did not count the steps, and they were loaded with Abena, who roared in a low voice in stiff Chinese, waved the long knife in his hand, and rode past. Everywhere the war horse passed, three or four human heads flew up.

"Well done! Abe, do you dare to go into battle with General Ben?! Wang Fuchen looked at Abena's horsemanship and knife skills with great appreciation.

"Where the general goes, Abe Na will follow!"

"Good! Put up the banner of Lao Tzu! Follow our horse harrier rush! ”

"Rush!"

"Get out of the way! The Harrier is coming! ”

One horse gives birth to wind, and ten horses give birth to thunder. Wang Fuchen gathered more than 1,000 cavalry at once and launched an attack. The sensory impact on the new annex is undoubtedly huge. Thousands of iron hooves knocked on the ground, making a loud rumbling sound, and more than a thousand cavalry rushed in, seemingly with the momentum of overwhelming the mountains and seas. Many hands trembled, barely able to hold the weapons in their hands, many people trembled with their legs, their faces were like ashes, all the previous pride, they had already run out of the clouds, and some people even felt a burst of dampness between their legs.

Wang Fuchen took the lead, behind him was the flag officer waving his big banner, red satin, yellow flame border, a silver spearhead made of silver, and a huge king character in the big white moonlight, which was very eye-catching on the battlefield.

"Shoot! Fire! Beat that bandit leader! The adjutant general angrily kicked his officers and soldiers, "Kill him for Lao Tzu!" ”

"My lord! We've been playing for a few rounds now! The barrel and gun body are hot! Don't dare to fight anymore! ”

Without finishing a few words, Wang Fuchen's war horse had already rushed to the front of the military formation of the new annexed army, and the horse lance in his hand trembled, and a new attached army was always pierced by the horse lance.

With the huge impact of the galloping war horse, Wang Fuchen flicked the horse lance in his hand, and the extremely resilient horse lance bounced out the corpse of the new annex and threw it into the crowd. A blood mist flew in front of me, and I thought it was the general. However, Wang Fuchen didn't care about that much, so he just kept stabbing the horse lance in his hand, retracting it, stabbing it out again, and then taking it back. Someone flashed in front of him, stabbed to death by his horse's lance. However, his horse lance is made of wood according to the ancient method, and when cut with a knife, the lance makes a metallic sound, but it does not crack, and the hardness and flexibility are extremely good. After stabbing an enemy, it will bounce their corpses away instantly, and there will be no chance that the horse lance will be forced to escape.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Fuchen killed more than ten people in a row, and forcibly opened a hole in the new annex array. On both sides of him, Abe Nai and the others kept harvesting the lives of the new annexed army with bones and sharp axes.

The strong combat power of killing more than ten people in a row, the military flag behind him, and the excellent armor on his body are all obvious signals. For the cavalry under Wang Fuchen, it was an excellent morale booster, and for the Qing soldiers, it was a sign that the devil was coming. Although there are those who want to make meritorious contributions and carry the flag, and want to make great contributions to Wang Fuchen to capture the flag, it can only be a dream. This dream soon accompanied their spirits to meet the Jizo King Bodhisattva.

"Run! The Harrier is coming! ”

In the first battle of Lushan, Ma Harrier Wang Fuchen broke the twelve formations of Suke Saha in a row, and his reputation was far and wide.

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