Cherge, who was galloping, swept his eyes over the middle of the scattered Ming army. When he saw the flintlock pistol in the hands of the Overseer Guard, the pupils of Cherg's eyes shrank.

Although the shape was slightly different, and although the ignition of the fire was not visible, Cherge still recognized at a glance that the Ming army was holding a musket.

Muskets?

Although experience had taught him that the musket was not dangerous to him at this distance, Cherg instinctively felt a hint of a knife-like threat.

Glancing at it, it felt like it was already in range, and without hesitation, Cherg shot the long arrow in his hand, which was already full of bows.

'Ah...', a scream rang out from the prison guards, and a musketeer was shot down.

'Bang, bang'

Disturbed by the screams, facing the white flag charge, the prison guards, who were already extremely nervous and pale, suddenly exploded like fried beans.

If this shot fired by the Guards by the standards of the Junior Corps, it would be absolutely - completely unqualified.

If nothing else, they alone failed to form an effective salvo, and if it was in the training of the junior team, they would have to pull down and beat the baton. And if it really wants to be on the battlefield of the junior team, the person who shoots first will definitely be immediately court-martialed.

However, the prison guards who were born in the internal exercise army are not a youth team after all, and they have not learned the essence of the youth team at all.

A shot rang out, smoke rose from the side, and the Prison Guard musketeers who had fired had jumped on their horses. They rushed to both sides at a speed far beyond the other Ming troops. Timid, they didn't even dare to observe and confirm the results of the battle, let alone prepare to fire a second shot.

The Overseer Guard was lucky. Relying on the ultra-long range of the flintlock pistol, they only fired one after another to form a scattered barrage, but they were lucky enough to knock down several charging soldiers with white flags. It also made the charging momentum of the white flag light cavalry stagnate.

Cherg's life is not bad, either. Rushing to the front, he faced 19 flintlock pistols, but in the end, there was only a stray bullet that flew wildly, and luckily hit his left arm bracer.

The stray bullet failed to penetrate Cherge's thick cowhide bracer, and it ended up deforming into a small piece of lead only on the bracer of Cherg's left arm.

Although the bracer guard was not penetrated, the huge kinetic energy brought by the projectile shattered Cherge's wrist bone through the bracer, causing Cherg's left arm to suddenly lose sensation.

Cherge, who was hit, swayed on his horse several times, and finally escaped the miserable misfortune of falling off his horse with his strong will and skillful horsemanship.

The injury did not deter Cherg.

Seeing that they were forced by the power of their own charge, the Ming musketeers had been in disarray, and the middle road of the Ming army was even more scattered. Ignoring the injury to his left arm, Cherg drew his knife with his right hand and roared angrily urging his horse straight over.

Kill!

With a roar of rage, Cherg crashed headlong into the Ming army.

The expected resistance did not appear, and the Ming army's middle was without resistance, and it was easily broken through by Cherg like a piece of brittle paper.

What kind of firearm is this? Why is it so powerful?

Breaking through the enemy line, Cherg was mindful of his left arm.

"Damn, I'm lucky, Lao Tzu's bow didn't lose it."

Reluctantly inserted back the riding bow that was still clutched in his left hand, and moved his left arm to feel it, Cherge's heart was full of luck.

"It's okay, it's okay. Fortunately, it was hit on the bracer, if it was directly on a person, or on a war horse, then..."

Thinking of the fallen soldier beside him, Cherg felt a little scared in his heart.

It is no wonder that the Ming army dared to disperse to the two wings when the white flag was charging at full speed, it turned out that the Ming army wanted to use these powerful new firearms to curb the white flag rush. Fortunately, the Ming army hit the middle of the road...

Wrong.

Cherge's heart was suddenly startled, and his face, which was already pale from injury, turned a little paler again.

No, the middle lane of the Ming army is really too weak. Even if those musketeers didn't go with one blow, it would be difficult for the Ming army to stop their breakthrough.

Is the Ming army really trying to survive with a broken tail?

"It's boring." Cherge sighed softly. Although the Ming army had been defeated with one blow in the past, Cherge still had an indescribable discomfort in his heart.

The middle road of the Ming army was not so much broken by him with a white flag, but rather that the Ming army gave way on its own. He Cherg rushed all the way, and he didn't even get a chance to get the blood of his sword.

The middle of the Ming army is really empty. Cherge's breakthrough was like accumulating enough strength to punch a punch, but the blow hit the air. This feeling of almost flashing to the waist is really uncomfortable.

The Ming army's plan to cut off the tail, this can be regarded as a success.

Feeling that the two armies had been completely separated, Cherg had a wry smile on his face.

failed to completely defeat the Ming army in the first place, and he no longer had a chance to defeat the Ming army.

War horses are nothing else, after a war horse is impacted at full speed, the horsepower will drop very quickly. If you don't want to damage the origin of the war horse, then you have to give the war horse a certain amount of time to recover. And even if he Cherge is not afraid of damaging the war horse, he will immediately turn back to catch up with the Ming army now, but the Ming army, which has not been disorganized, still has the strength to fight again.

The wounded Cherg is now in no mood to continue chasing the Ming army.

Looking up at the reddened morning glow in the east, Cherge's heart was full of frustration.

It was a real failure to let the Ming army escape like this!

No, still no.

Shaking his head, which was very uncomfortable from the sharp pain in his left arm, Cherg felt as if he was missing something.

What's missing?

Cherg slowed down his horse and looked back at the heroic white-flaged man under his command.

In the rush into battle, many soldiers had traces of arrows on their bodies, and some of the soldiers with white flags with deep arrows had not yet had time to deal with them, and the arrows were still high on their bodies. Seeing those blood-stained arrow feathers, Cherg's heart was like a lightning strike.

Cherge suddenly remembered that because the Ming army deliberately let go of the middle lane, not only did they charge very smoothly in the middle, but even the two wings did not seem to have encountered much resistance.

At least he didn't hear the sound of white-bladed slashes on both wings. They set white flags and the Ming army seemed to shoot only a few arrows at each other on both wings, and then they passed by, and went their own way.

Don't fight for the middle lane, the wings fly together or are they mainly harassed by bows and arrows?

This tactic..., Cherge's heart suddenly lit up.

Thinking of the unusually skilled return arrows of the Ming army in front of him, Cherge hated it in his heart.

The Ming army, this is clearly the cavalry of the Mongolian Tartars of the steppe. How could the Ming army use such tactics? Cherge really couldn't figure it out.

Although he couldn't understand why the Ming army used mounted archery, Cherge finally figured out what he had been feeling wrong.

In this battle, the Ming army was deliberately luring him in. The Ming army was simply premeditated and deliberately drained their horsepower. He underestimated the courage of the Ming army, who wanted to leave all his white flag light cavalry in this wilderness.

Coming to the final conclusion, Cherg felt a chill in his heart, and he couldn't help but shiver on his body. But then he began to doubt his reasoning again.

Can the Ming army have such an appetite?

After thinking carefully for a moment, Cherge found that if he really showed up with a white flag, the Ming army would still have a small chance.

Next, he will no longer chase after him, and it will be up to him to see if Ming Jun will take the initiative to turn back. If the Ming army takes the initiative to turn back and invite the battle, then his guess is very likely to become the greatest possibility.