Seventy paces, the bow and arrow in the Bao Yi Niu Lu began to shoot towards the battle formation of the Nanzhong Army not far away, and the soldiers of the Nanzhong Army were shot by the bow and arrow in the military array that was several miles wide, and their bodies fell backwards. The rushing Baoyi Niu Lu was extremely excited by the blood, shouted in unison, brandished a knife and gun in his hand, and accelerated his pace under his feet, rushing towards the front of the South Central Army.

The musketeers who stood less than an arm's length apart in the formation were calm by this time, and the veteran soldier began to look at the Tartar soldiers who were roaring like demons on the opposite side with the eyes of hunters looking at their prey.

Seventy steps, sixty steps, forty-five steps, it's now! Liao Dongzhi waved the order flag in his hand violently, and the bugler beside him used all his strength to exert the sound of the bronze horn to the highest decibels!

"Ready!"

"Ready!"

"Aim at the target!"

In the midst of the officers' shouting, the dense fire guns flipped down, and under the banners flying in the cold wind, the black pressed guns were aimed at the front.

There were at least 1,600 guncorporate soldiers in each platoon of four or five miles long, and with a roar of a tiger, they kicked forward and raised the firearms that had already been loaded in their hands.

"Fire!"

A deafening sound of fire rang out, and the shooting began in an area less than fifty paces away, reaching its maximum power! The iron shield in the hands of the first few guys was pierced by the projectile, and the iron-clad cotton armor on their bodies was punched into huge holes at the same time. Columns of blood spurted out of the hole, staggering and being knocked to the ground one by one.

The sound of guns continued to sound, and a thick smoke rose from east to west. Dozens of steps outside of this gunsmoke, countless bodies were hit by the dense rain of bullets, under the baptism of the rain of bullets, no matter how thick the armor was, it looked pale and weak, and no matter how brave the warrior was, he could only turn into a pile of minced meat!

"Put!"

There was no time to think about it, the first row of musketeers retreated, and the second row stepped forward. The same fifteen or six hundred firearms were aimed at the Qing soldiers who were a little stunned by the close-range intensive shooting of the firearms, and there was no need to aim at all, and those bodies lying on the ground rolling and moaning were the best references. As long as the firecrackers pull the trigger, there will be Tartars on the opposite side.

"Put!"

The second platoon of musketeers retreated. The third row stepped forward. A round of shooting. A large stream of gunpowder smoke rose from the muzzle of the gun, and with this gunsmoke, the Qing soldiers who rushed up one by one screamed and were knocked to the ground. Projectiles that were driven out of the house by gunpowder. With a lot of anger and destructive power. Pierce their armor. Rushing into their bodies, it rolled rapidly inside them, churning their entrails into a pulp.

The vast majority of the musketeers aim at the torsos of the enemy. The targets there are larger and the hit rate is relatively high. However, as long as the person is not shot in the head, it is difficult for the person who has been shot to die immediately. The great pain made them roll on the ground and scream and cry and moan. No matter how heroic and heroic they are, it is difficult to resist the great physical pain at this time, and they cry desperately.

A Niu Lu Zhangjing threw away the sword in his hand and covered his lower abdomen, a cloud of blood was constantly expanding, and several blue and purple intestines were slowly sliding out of the hollow in the lower abdomen. He tried to stuff his intestines back into his abdominal cavity, but the scramble was useless. He crawled a few steps with great difficulty, trying to tear off the flag from the hand of a slain soldier and bandage the wound in his abdomen, but the steps were so long that he lay motionless on the cold ground with the most weak and blood.

"Put!"

According to Fang Cai's agreement, after three salvos, the artillery of the South Central Army began to bombard.

The deafening gunners continued to explode, dozens of cannons lined up between the various departments spewed thick gunsmoke, huge shells and stormy cannons roared out, rushing towards the charging formation dozens of paces away, smashing the ground there with a large stream of blood mist and minced flesh.

The troops behind rushed forward and suddenly thickened the queue several times, providing the best stage for solid and shotgun bullets.

Flesh was caught in the blood mist, smoke and fire flickered from time to time, and the sound of artillery was loud. The dense layers of attacking teams were almost hit from head to end by a dense barrage of shells. Soldiers and officers who had been hit by solid bullets, rolled off their calves, and taken their arms with them, fell to the ground and let out an irrepressible beastly wail.

Under a locust tree that had been stripped of its bark and had its crown cut off, six large francs and four eight-pounder guns were lined up here, ten guns formed two waves, three large francs and two eight-pounder guns were bombarded in turn, a group of guns had just been fired, and in the pungent white smoke, several gunners were again nervously reloading their ammunition.

They quickly sent in the silk medicine bag, inserted the goose feather medicine tube into the fire door, and a gunner picked up a shell of more than seven pounds and struggled to lift it into the muzzle, and then the bombardier used the bomber to push the shell into the chamber of the gun.

While they were busy, Wang Chengen was staring at their movements without blinking. At this distance, the artillery does not need to carry out complex calculations, such as the angle of the nuclear barrel, the firing range target, etc., but only needs to aim the muzzle of the gun straight at the direction of the enemy's rush and shoot directly! It is important to know that at this distance, the trajectory can almost be considered a straight line. (This is also the reason why he likes artillery to shoot at close range and bayonets on cannons, and he does not have high requirements for shooting skills!) ）

Loaded guns are fired one after another!

Rumble!

There was another loud bang, a large puff of smoke rose up, and a Franc machine cannon fired dozens of projectiles the size of soybean grains at the opposite side.

On the barren grass and frozen soil, these shells of different sizes sent smoke and dust flying, and grass clippings and dirt flying.

The swordsmen, shields, pikemen, and archers who had been hit by projectiles and cannons made painful noises that were by no means human, and they rolled back and forth on the ground and howled with their stumps and broken bones.

In the midst of the lightning and flint, the ten Niu Lu coats were defeated at least a thousand people, and the 1,000 Qing soldiers wearing double layers of heavy armor who were pressing the formation and supervising the battle in the back, and the 500 soldiers who were not only wearing two layers of heavy armor, but also holding spears, that is, horses, also covered with thick heavy armor inlaid with iron and cotton armor, and the more than 200 Baya soldiers with heavy armor of one color of mercury. They were also killed and wounded by the whizzing shells, and more than 100 people were wounded.

The first platoon of firecrackers had finished loading, and they began to fire at the Tartars who were crying and scurrying everywhere, and in the sound of guns, a large area of gray-white gunpowder smoke became thicker and thicker, and even if the north wind continued to blow, it could not disperse the gunpowder smoke immediately. The pungent smell of gunsmoke mixed with the smell of blood wafting from the opposite side made the firecrackers a little sick.

"Fireman, take five steps forward!"

Liao Dongzhi's own intention was to move forward a little more, avoiding the smoke barrier made of gunpowder smoke.

But. He forgot that the new minions on the other side were already a bunch of panicked dogs who had been hit by projectiles.

"The Southern Barbarians are rushing over!"

A miserable scream. It sounded in the casualty of the coated cows. Everyone wiped the blood from their faces and looked at each other. But no, the group of Nanban was holding a fire gun in their hands, and there were bright thorns on the guns. Step in your own direction. In the smoke. It's like an invincible group of angry King Kongs.

"Run!"

The remnants of the ten Niu Lu officers and soldiers turned and fled backwards. For a while, the already chaotic formation became more and more chaotic. The heavy armor, heavy riders, and bayalas behind the coats were going to be squeezed at first. However, in the blink of an eye, the frantic crowd disrupted their formation and swept them into the torrent of escape.

"Fire!"

"Fire!"

In desperation, Liao Dongzhi and Wu Biao had to order them to be given another ride with projectiles.

On the road of rout, along the road of several hundred meters, hundreds of corpses and wounded soldiers were dropped.

Yue Tuo's face was cloudy and uncertain, red for a while and blue for a while.

The Mongol Eight Banners cavalry on the eastern and western flanks suffered even more severe defeats.

The 2,000 Mongolian cavalry, the white-haired wind that rolled up on the Yasai grassland when they first came out of the formation, were cruel and violent, and they outflanked the two wings of the Nanzhong Army in a roundabout way.

However, when he saw hundreds of cavalry of the Nanzhong Army who were also wearing armor rushing out of front of him, the voice of shouting and scolding immediately lowered a lot.

"Stand in formation and get ready to charge!"

A Mongolian Baylor of the Eight Banners shouted and cursed in the queue, urging his soldiers and horses to finish the formation as soon as possible.

Both teams took advantage of this short time to complete the final formations.

The Mongols were still in a sharp and arrow formation that had not changed for many years, and they were ready to rush straight to the main formation of the Southern Central Army after penetrating this blocking cavalry formation. Chisel through! This is a tactic that has been tried and tested since Temujin's time.

Seeing the 1,000 cavalry under his command quickly lined up in formation, Adai, the owner of the Mongolian Yellow Banner, was very satisfied. "Baturu, prepare to charge!"

A thousand Mongol cavalry, under his command, waved the Sulu ingots and sabers in their hands and began to charge towards the cavalry of the Southern Chinese Army to the east.

The Mongolian White Banner Banner Lord Ibai also led a thousand cavalry to the south, and the cavalry of the South Central Army roared away to the west.

As the charging formation opened, the Blade Formation gradually became scattered, and the gap between the men and horses became extremely wide.

"Follow me! Stay in formation! ”

Huang Yishan waved the spear in his hand, swinging left and right, and the small pennant tied to the spear immediately became the attention of everyone.

"Lord Wu! I will lead the cavalry to break through the Mongol Tartars, and these hundred of yours will crush the formation and cut off the heads behind our army! ”

With such a good thing, then Wu Guerrilla naturally nodded in agreement.

"Rush!"

The two groups of cavalry met each other in different formations.

Huang Yishan went out with Huang Yishan, in addition to the 200 cavalry of the cavalry brigade, there were also 100 guys drawn from the cavalry communication team of each brigade, these guys are some veteran riders who have been trained for many years, and the tactics and means of the horses are much stronger than these novices who have been trained on Tamluo Island.

The scattered Mongolian cavalry formation met such a dense cavalry of the South and Central Army.

"It's over!"

Adai and Ibay couldn't help but groan at the same time.

They saw very clearly that although the cavalry on the opposite side was small, it had an overwhelming momentum, and in the face of their impact like a mountain and a wall, some of the Mongolian cavalry even turned their horses to dodge.

"Kill!"

In the earth-shattering sound, the first column of cavalry rushed like a wall and a mountain. Like an iron plough across the land, the already very loose Mongolian cavalry was more and more scattered, dozens of Mongolian cavalry were roared by the roaring cavalry of the Nanzhong Army, with the huge impact momentum of the war horse, with the spear in their hands to fly away, fell to the ground and quickly turned into a puddle of flesh.

Those Mongolian cavalry who were lucky enough not to encounter the advance of the gun forest in Huang Yishan may not be lucky, just thanked the Buddha for his blessing, and faced the sword mountain in the hands of two hundred riders, but showed them what it means to block and kill people Buddha and kill Buddha.

The sparse array of Mongol cavalry obviously suffered in the face of this tactic of cavalry advancing like a wall, although the cavalry who rushed over did not even have the qualifications to herd sheep on the steppe. However, it is this kind of stupid way of playing that makes them not know how to respond.

And these hundreds of years. The Mongol cavalry was badly degenerated. Gone are the days of their heavy cavalry. Most of the rest are skirmishers, horsemen, and other experience.

Even if there were men in their array armed with spears and heavy axes, their loose discipline would not have been able to organize such a dense array.

"Run!"

All the Mongol cavalry who rushed ahead instinctively had this action in their minds. So, a very peculiar scene appeared at the foot of Wufeng Mountain:

Two Mongol cavalry armies numbering seven or eight hundred. They were desperately chased by the cavalry of the Nanzhong Army, which numbered less than half of them behind them.

Although the Mongolian steppe produces war horses. But. How can those war horses that eat grass and grow up be compared with the war horses of the Nanzhong Army that eat corn grass and bran every day, with a raw egg, a pound of soybeans, and a tael of salt? After running a short distance, a cavalry was overtaken.

"Kill!"

A lancer skillfully shakes the spear in his hand. The barrel of the gun is made of good stone oak wood, which is very elastic, and it picks off a Mongolian cavalryman who is riding a horse and flies off the horse, and the other party only screams, and the lancer only feels a blood-red splash in front of him, and he doesn't know what is flying up from the ground and landing on the armor.

Huang Yishan rode forward quickly, waved the spear in his hand and pierced the Luo hoop armor on the body of a Tartar cavalryman, and through the sheepskin robe, he used the elastic deformation of the barrel of the gun to knock the cavalryman off his horse, and let him gamble his fate under thousands of horses' hooves.

This scene was constantly staged, the spearmen in the front column clashed more and more thinly in the formation of the fleeing Mongol cavalry, and then the light cavalry behind urged the horses to catch up, with the sabers in their hands and the high-speed gallop of the war horses, to kill these cavalry.

Of course, there are also a few people with superb riding skills and outstanding martial arts, who want to pass through the gap, but they are greeted by the sabers on the left and right.

And if you have the luck to dodge two chasing swords and guns in a row, then congratulations, your probability is almost the same as the Chinese national football team rushing into the quarterfinals of the World Cup.

However, facing the remaining seven players, there was no such good luck.

Wu Guerrilla and dozens of his subordinates cut off the heads of those stragglers. Although the combat effectiveness is not as good as the cavalry of the Nanzhong Army, these cavalry of the 3,000 battalions have no riding skills or personal horse martial arts. These days, people and horses have received good nutrition, and their physical strength has been greatly improved. It can be said that it is easy to deal with the wounded soldiers who fell to the ground and the Mongolian cavalry who lost the will to resist in a panic.

Wield off the head with a sword, tied up the horses of the Mongol cavalry, and did not forget to search the belongings on his body, then he jumped on his horse and continued to rush forward, looking for the next rich object. The largest number of horsemen were tied to each other with the braids of those cavalrymen around their necks, and the number of heads reached eleven!

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of cavalry of the South Central Army chased the retreating Mongolian cavalry to the foot of Wufeng Mountain, and more than 1,000 cavalry with red flags and red flags came out to meet them.

Huang Yishan raised the spear in his hand into the air, swinging it left and right, and the pennant on the barrel of the gun drew a few lines in the air with dripping blood.

As the flag waved, all the cavalry of the Nanzhong Army turned their horses, and the lancers pressed their positions, slowly retreated forward, and continued to rush towards the slow-running guys on this land, led by the officers and soldiers of the 3,000 battalions of the Beijing camp.

With the support of the cavalry of the Nanzhong Army behind them, dozens of cavalry of the 3,000 battalions became like wolves and tigers, viciously slashing with knives and spears, and cutting off the 100 slow-running cavalrymen off their horses.

"Mighty!"

The troops on the east and west flanks greeted these triumphant comrades with loud cheers, and with the dispatch of the cavalry, the psychological fear of the Jiannu cavalry of the Nanzhong Army was also gone.

Faced with the warm cheers of their comrades-in-arms, the cavalry also reciprocated warmly.

"I'm a southern Chinese army, mighty!"

While cheering loudly and indulgingly, he waved the saber in his hand vigorously. This cavalry battle gave them a psychological advantage over the so-called Mongolian iron cavalry, but that's it!

Many of them were still drenched in blood, I don't know if it was their own blood or the blood of the enemy, they looked quite tired, and the horses under their crotches were also wet and sweaty, and many horses were still snorting and panting.

"Rejoice! Rejoice! ”

Returning to the Chinese army formation, Wu Guerrilla threw a string of heads to the ground, "Father-in-law, my subordinates are fortunate not to be dishonored, and they led fifty horsemen to fight with them, and won one hundred and twenty-seven heads!" All of them are real slave heads! Please check it out! ”

Wang Chengen and Wang Dehua looked at the terrifying military merits with great interest, the blood on the first level had not yet completely coagulated, and it was captured in front of everyone, so it was definitely not a work of killing good and risking merit.

"It seems that the soldiers of the Beijing camp are still capable of fighting!"

Wang Chengen sent those first-level people to the Military and Political Department of the Nanzhong Army for registration, and he was thoughtful. (To be continued......)