Is Song Yongzhong capable of turning the tide?

It's a pity that he has too few people!

Descending from the steep slope of the snowy mountain, the speed of the gallop did not even need to be chopped, dragging the broadsword forward, and the tribal warriors who stood in front of him along the way were cut off as if they had been wrenched by a meat grinder, and immediately fell to a pool of blood with a scream.

The Indian army that was loosely attacking on the back could not be stopped at all, and the battle line was torn through by this god-like and irresistible cavalry, and the sickle blade tore a hole in the long military line, and the warriors of the various tribes who had already attacked the camp of the Ming army finally collapsed their psychological defense.

Throughout the four hundred meters of snowy slopes, the Indian warriors who dragged their weapons and screamed in panic were everywhere, and for the cavalry, these were simply the favorite prey and food, just like the heavenly maiden scattered flowers, sixteen hundred teams scattered violently, followed by the scattered tribal warriors all the way to the past.

But this time, what Mao Xingjian and Song Yongzhong agreed was that when the enemy's whole army was dispatched and scattered throughout the battlefield, he would attack again in one fell swoop and completely defeat the main forces of these tribes in the western part of the continent.

Governing a big country is like cooking a small fresh! The same is true of the Great War, one minute earlier is not enough, one minute later is scorched, and there is never a chance to do it again, in pursuit, I suddenly heard the wind whistling in my ears, I don't know how many times the body instinct condensed by life and death experience, almost without passing through the brain, Song Yongzhong has already deviated from his body, letting the throwing gun pass by his body.

But the large army composed of the Mongolian and steppe Han people led by him was not so lucky, in the screams, the dense javelin rain and the cavalry of the Ming army took their own people to more than 100 numbers, and the dazzling sun of four and a half shone in the pupils, and suddenly grabbed the war horse and circled, and looked back, the tall Huobi people had lined up in front of the formation, but the armor-piercing heavy javelins were raised high, ready to go, and behind, in the roar of the tribal wizards, The warriors of the tribe who had fled also gathered again at an open speed, once again setting up the warspears densely in front of them.

There were also many muskets that captured the Spaniards and the Ming Dynasty and were driven to the front amid the shouting and cheering! Seeing this scene, Song Yongzhong didn't fall in love with the battle at all, and directly blew the whistle violently, and then pulled the war horse and trotted towards the mountain without looking back.

The cavalry of the brigade followed him, and also turned around and retreated.

Today's Mao Xingjian's battle results are enough to be called brilliant, 8,000 troops against 80,000 people, defeated six attacks in a row, killed and injured almost tens of thousands of enemies, and today, all the combat strength of the vast North American West Continent, the men and women who can fight, have been reduced by him by one-eighth.

However, with the strength of just one corps, it was still difficult to resist half of the continent, and when Song Yongzhong returned with his troops, the entire battalion was already in a mess. More than a dozen field guns collapsed on the bright red wall of the wall, the mountains were full of corpses, and when he looked at the past, there were few people standing in the huge camp, and Song Yongzhong even had the illusion that he had been wiped out!

With a whistling, the cavalry who followed him to complete the charge hurriedly got on his horse, and then hurriedly took out the unbran wheat from the bag and hurriedly fed it to the mouth of the war horse.

In the wild, only gnaw grass, horses need to eat seventeen or eighteen hours a day, in order to meet the needs of the body, after being raised, in order to ensure the explosive power of the march and the battlefield, change to fine grain feeding, can compress the eating time of the war horse to one or two hours, which is also the reason why it is difficult for the ancient Central Plains country to support a large number of cavalry troops, the food needed for a horse is enough to be comparable to more than ten infantry.

When he was in the Lakta Department, he could still use the wheat straw and rice bran cut in the autumn as food to support the state of the war horses, but the Ninth Corps did not have an extra baggage team, and it was not enough to carry people's grain and grass only by relying on marching carriages, so how could they carry war horses? These days, the cavalry team is every day a group over the valley to the other side of the forest to find bark and hay to feed the horses, the war horses can only maintain a state of five points, galloping and raiding for more than ten minutes, some of the war horses are already trembling legs.

In this state, Song Yongzhong also knew that he couldn't fight anymore! It's time to make the decision to save the entire corps! Ordering his subordinates to be on guard, he hurried to the top of the trench with his saber in his hand.

The handsome flag is still standing there, hunting by the mountain wind, facing the sunset, covered with a layer of brilliant colors, but under the escort of more than a dozen blood-stained soldiers, the man standing under the handsome flag knelt on the ground dejectedly.

Not far away, the headless female body was lying frozen in the ice and snow, a few wisps of bloodstained green silk leaked out of his arms, Mao Xingjian sat on the snow as if he had lost his soul, his right hand was swollen and could not move, but in his left hand, he was still playing with a delicate lighter with chains.

"Prince!"

"I can't fight anymore! After the end of the cavalry palace, now retreat, there is still time, once the sun sets, the Indian barbarians outflank again, there is no way to retreat! Your Highness, make a decision for the general! ”

Listening to Song Yongzhong's anxious shout, Mao Xingjian seemed to have finally come back to his senses, but looking at the blood spots on his face, the prince seemed to have returned to the prince who had just come to the New World, and his left hand suddenly held the cold lighter, but he asked casually.

"Brother Song, you're also in your early thirties this year, right? The flowers can be folded straight and must be folded, and the flowers will be broken without empty branches! It's time to start a family, too! When I returned to Daming, Lone introduced my sister to you, how about it? ”

I didn't expect Mao Xingjian to have the heart to joke at this point, he was so anxious that he almost didn't squirt out, Song Yongzhong once again clenched his fists heavily: "Prince! ”

But Mao Xingjian stretched out his hand again to interrupt his words, and with a loud bang, he suddenly withdrew the cold lighter into his arms, but his stiff right hand pointed forward with great effort.

"Listen!"

Turning his head in astonishment, on the dazzling horizon, at the other end of the valley, several vague black shadows were only then difficult to be reflected in front of the cavalry captain, as Mao Xingjian's words listened attentively, he was stunned for a few seconds in the whistling wind, and finally, a wave of joy was revealed on Song Yongzhong's dark face!

It was a rhythmic sound, bang bang ~ bang bang ~ bang bang ~

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Under the mountain, after experiencing the ferocity of the cavalry attack and the hatred of the heavenly witch being killed, those Indian warriors were once again quickly assembled, this time, the head of the head, two pots of boiling water, the big horn, the bullock and other tribal leaders also stood on the front line, with the strange prayers of the tribal wizards, once again, inspired by the primitive religion, the fanatical tribal warriors were as if tireless, shouting and charging to the Ming army camp halfway up the mountain.

But in the midst of the diffuse roar, suddenly, from the mountain, the terrible and long horn horn sounded suddenly, and suddenly turned back in astonishment, and the dazzling sunlight made the big horn can't help but squint his eyes, and then he saw clearly, just behind him, on the mountain, a small black dot like a flood that overflowed the embankment, from the other end of the mountain!

"And!"

I don't know who roared in horror, from the direction of the Snake River Plain, on the horizon, a thick black line is also getting thicker and thicker, exclamations one after another, on the mountains in all directions, more black spots also burst into the eye.

At the beginning, Adriana did not enter the Snake River Plain, and gave Mao Xingjian two reasons, one of which was lack of food! The second is that the Indian tribes are particularly good at guerrilla warfare in the mountains and forests, and if they continue to consume it, it will be protracted!

But now, the two problems have been overcome by Mao Xingjian, and almost all the men of the six Sioux tribes with a large amount of grain have been attracted to the Wounded Knee Valley by him, leaving only the old and weak women and children, and for the Adriana Expeditionary Force with tens of thousands of cavalry, it is a grain depot with free access.

Moreover, in the western part of the New World, more than 20 large and small tribes, almost all of which were able to fight were attracted to this place, and these hunters in the mountains and forests gave up their best at raiding guerrilla warfare, and fought with the Ming army in the closed valley! This is simply a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to annihilate them!

As long as there are some far-sighted commanders, they know that the opportunity must not be missed and will not come again, let alone Adriana, who has followed Mao Jue for many years and is the hand of the empire! From the very beginning, Mao Xingjian didn't plan to solve all the problems with one of his own corps, he was like those ice edges that were blown down by the wind more than a month ago, the small ice edges smashed on the ice sheet and shattered the bones, without stirring up half a wave, but the omen he brought was the unruly battleship like a wild bull swaying in the wind, and the unrivaled strange force pressed these fragile ice layers apart!

Even many years later, the Indians who experienced this war will never forget the fear they experienced that day, and heavy shrapnel shells fell on their heads like apocalyptic meteorites, dragging black smoke and piercing whistling! The heavy and sharp shotguns were torn apart, and even the toughest warriors were as fragile as babies in the face of this devil's witchcraft.

On the wide road to the valley, the Ming army that came out of nowhere was densely packed with no end in sight, shouting and charging forward, in their hands, crackling white smoke burst out one after another, and in the sound of popping beans, one after another tribal warriors had fallen in a pool of blood before they could even see each other's faces.

But the most frightening thing is the overwhelming sound of horses' hooves, in the frightened eyes of the clansmen, the heavy armored Ming cavalry is like an avalanche, the horse's hooves splash a large piece of snow foam, whistling from the mountains in all directions rushed down, the heavy horse's hooves trampled, the entire tribe of the entire tribe of the warriors of the whole tribe like autumn wheat, disappeared cleanly.

With the ferocity of the fierce fight with the trapped beast, with a human head frame behind him, the burly open-nosed chieftain cut his head and held a battle axe, hissing and trying his best to rush to the rightmost Ming cavalry to respond, galloping at the forefront of the cavalry, looking at the tall barbarian, Liu Zongmin squinted his eyes indifferently, and the big simple knife in his hand was habitually tilted forward, and in the crisp sound of clicking, the horses had already intertwined.

Behind him, the back of the human head was still hanging like fruit, but the hideous head in the front was gone, and the heavy body fell to its knees, and a stream of blood spurted out like a spring.

In the center of the tribal military formation, listening to the screams of fear of his people, the big horn knelt on the ground in a gloomy manner, and raised his hands to the sky like a prayer, behind him, after a few screams, several Central Plains infantry who were also carrying spears, but were heavily armoured, appeared there, looking at the big chief who knelt on the ground, several infantry looked at each other in amazement, and the next second, the sharp spear was still pierced violently.

In the sound of going out, a mouthful of blood suddenly spit out from his mouth, and he looked at the bloody spear head that came out of his chest, and the big horn finally bent his hands high against the sky, and with the spear head pulled away, the leader of the largest tribal alliance in the south also fell to the blood-red snow with a face full of despair and incomprehension.

At the back of the entire military formation, Adeleena, who was riding a white horse, was still wearing the thick tweed military uniform, and the cloak fluttered like a Valkyrie, holding up the big sword in her hand, pointing to the chaotic battlefield, even if she looked at the Ming army camp that had been surrounded by blood in the opposite half of the hillside with some surprise, only then did she squeeze out a word from her lips coldly.

"Kill!"

This night's knee wound valley, the sound of killing shook the sky!

(End of chapter)