The cavalry under Wang Zezhi's command, except for the steel armor heavy cavalry, everyone was equipped with bows and arrows.

At this moment, tens of thousands of light cavalry bent their bows and arrows at the same time, shooting towards the enemy on both flanks.

Among them, there are thousands of people who know how to shoot continuously.

In an instant, the overwhelming array of arrows formed a rain of arrows like dark clouds.

The cavalry rushing from both wings was like a wave hitting a reef, and in the blink of an eye a large piece fell.

Some of the horsemen in the back were frightened and tightened their reins to turn their horses' heads.

But their charge was complete, and as soon as he turned his horse's head, he was knocked out by the cavalry behind him, and then he was either trampled to death by his horse or shot by a rain of arrows falling from the sky.

Even, a very small number of unlucky cavalrymen stuck more than a dozen arrows in their horses, like hedgehogs.

The foot soldiers, hiding behind the shield cart, launched several charges and were repulsed by Lu Mi Gong, and in the end, fear prevailed over reason.

Like a flood bursting its banks, they turned around and ran back.

The firecrackers were unwilling to let go of their great military exploits, and one by one they closed one eye and aimed precisely.

Immediately after firing a shot, he slipped back into the trench, quickly reloaded his ammunition, and climbed up again to aim and shoot.

The inchmen rushed over, screaming and screaming devilish words, and frantically retreated.

As for the cavalry on both sides, they were already in a state of collapse.

The cavalry in front fell in pieces before they could shoot arrows, and the cavalry in the middle was frightened and tightened their reins to stop the charge.

The cavalry behind did not know why, and did not dare to continue the charge.

The cavalry strangely pulled the reins and stood awkwardly on the north and south sides of Wang Zezhi's camp, riding on horses and constantly wandering.

They don't know whether they should continue their attack or retreat at this moment.

Because their Great Khan, Lin Dan Khan, had not yet given the order to retreat, they did not dare to move.

"The redcoat cannon has cooled down, right?"

Wang Zezhi asked.

"Alright."

"Two cannons for the cavalry."

"Order."

"Boom~"

With the firing of the red-coated cannons, the cavalry on the north and south flanks no longer dared to stay where they were, and retreated one after another on their horses.

After the Tartars retreated, they all returned outside the camp of Lin Dan Khan.

They gathered there in dense formations, and did not attack, nor did they retreat back into the camp, perhaps to rest, or to discuss countermeasures.

Wang Zezhi didn't care what they were doing, at such a distance, Lin Dan Khan couldn't attack him at all.

He immediately ordered the battlefield to be cleaned, but the king ordered that the heads should not be cut off, and he asked the soldiers to bring back the corpses of the Tartars and give them to the Tartars or herdsmen in the camp for proper disposal.

In Wang Zezhi's view, there are enemies on the battlefield, and people of the same clan on the battlefield, you must know that we have 56 nationalities.

Fifty-six nationalities, fifty-six flowers, fifty-six brothers and sisters are one family.

Wang Zezhi didn't know when he would not have to kill each other like this.

But he knew that in the moment, he couldn't do it.

Because, this is a world of the jungle.

Dense sergeants crossed trenches, climbed over barbed wire, and came out to clean up the battlefield.

The sentinels under the command of Lin Dan Khan discovered the abnormality here and ran over on horseback to investigate.

However, as soon as they reached the range of the Luminous Gun, they would be shot off their horses by the Gunners, and their fate was unknown.

The Tartars began to be frightened and did not dare to come and inquire again. Reading nests

The sergeants gathered the bodies of the Tartars and the weapons scattered on the ground, and some of them were armoured, and they took off their armor by the way.

"Big boss, why don't you say we adults let our heads be cut off?"

The big boss, the sentry under the command of Xiao Liuzi, made great achievements when he fought Omubu, and he is now a class leader.

As for his original class president, he has been promoted to platoon president.

Now, the big boss is cleaning the battlefield with a group of new soldiers.

"We wouldn't know what the adults were thinking, but if we could, wouldn't we be adults?"

The big boss pulled the armor from the Tartar soldiers around him while looking around vigilantly.

He was afraid that a tartar would come and attack them.

The two hands of the big boss skillfully untied the leather armor on the Tartar's body, and suddenly, this leather armor could not be untied, like a dead knot.

The big boss frowned, and without saying a word, he pulled out his waist knife and wiped the neck of the Tartar soldier lying on the ground pretending to be dead.

After the Tartar soldier had lost his breath, the big boss looked down.

It turned out that there was a dagger tied to the back of this Tartar's leather armor, and the Tartar who pretended to be dead held the dagger, which was why he couldn't untie the leather armor.

"Be careful, these Tartars are very ghostly, don't capsize in the gutter and plant here."

The recruits under his command looked at the big boss with admiration, and carefully investigated them in pairs.

After confirming that the Tartars are dead, they will carry the corpses of the Tartars.

If you don't die thoroughly, two people will make up for it with a few knives and kill them.

"Woo... Wow... Ahh

A recruit saw a puddle of broken blood, and if it weren't for the fact that he saw an arm and a leg, he couldn't believe it was a person.

This is the Tartar soldier smashed by the shells of the red-coated cannons.

The pungent smell of gunpowder smoke is mixed with a stream of unpleasant blood, and you will never forget it when you smell it.

The recruit's egg just accidentally sniffed it, and when he saw this scene again, he couldn't help but vomit.

The big boss wrapped his mouth with a cloth towel issued by Wang Zezhi, and said: "My lord said that when you encounter this kind of corpse, you should wrap it in a cloth towel, and this kind of corpse is not easy to move, so it is buried on the spot." ”

"yes, wow... Woo..."

The recruits were not very comfortable, and they were sick and disgusted by the smell while wrapping themselves in cloth towels.

Those who could move the corpses were moved to the wheelbarrow, and those who could not be moved were buried with the knives in their hands to dig a pit on the spot and bury the stumps and severed arms.

The bodies of the Tartar soldiers who were brought back were recorded by the military merit officer, and then handed over to the herdsmen, or the Tartar soldiers in the battalion, to be disposed of according to the rules of the steppe.

Seeing these people exposing their corpses on the grassland, Wang Zezhi couldn't do it.

"Eh~Oh~Woo~La~Ula~"

The herdsmen brought in some shamans, and they began to perform spells on the dead.

The sergeants gathered the corpses of the Tartars and dismantled the shattered shield carts and carried them back.

Most of these shield carts are useless, but they are no problem for fires.

The cavalry and foot soldiers who launched the charge today were not elite, so their weapons and armor were not very good.

The best armor is nothing more than leather armor.

But it's nice to have leather armor.

In less than an hour of fighting, not counting the prisoners of the Alu tribe, Wang Zezhi's soldiers and horses killed more than 6,000 people of Lin Dan Khan.

The point is that there is no damage on Wang Zezhi's side.

Rolling, absolute rolling.

Wang Zezhi stood on the wall of Guihua City, and couldn't help but wonder, the Ming Dynasty was able to achieve Wang Zezhi's level with all kinds of firearms in his hands, why did the Ming Dynasty die so quickly in the Chongzhen period?

Wang Zezhi held the city wall with both hands, motionless, quietly looking into the distance, not knowing what he was thinking, only the cold wind with gunsmoke and bloody breath ruffled the ends of his hair from time to time.