"Huh? Are you not convinced? A sneer came from behind him, "You bear bag soft egg!" As soon as he rushed out, he was so frightened that he ran back, and he fainted in fright before he was executed, and the face of the Guerjia clan was lost by you! It's up to you - dare not accept it?! ”

The "family" he crossed was so unbearable that Guan Zhuofan had to secretly complain in his heart. But now, as long as you can say one more word, you can have more hope of survival, so what's so polite? didn't care to discern the meaning of the words of the person behind him, knelt on the ground, and shouted with a stalk around his neck: "I don't accept it!" I'm not convinced! I can't be willing to die like this! ”

"New-fresh! Okay, how do you have to die before you are willing to accept it? ”

"I ......" Guan Zhuofan's meaning, of course, is that it is best to be immortal, so he was speechless for a while, and suddenly saw the French army wearing a dark blue military uniform in the distance, gritted his teeth, and said: "Give me a knife and a horse, if I die in the hands of the French devil, I will admit it!" ”

In fact, he is a scholar, where does he have such courage to charge into battle on weekdays? It's just the power of two evils, kneeling on the ground, there is no doubt that he will be killed, if he rushes to the enemy formation, there is still a glimmer of life - although his brain is almost frightened, but the battle of Bali Bridge, he explains it to people almost every day, he is really familiar with it anymore, the Qing army is 25,000 people, and more than 8,000 people died in battle, which shows that there is still hope for survival.

When he said this, the man behind him seemed quite surprised, and did not answer for a while. At this moment, a timber officer rushed up, knelt down on one knee beside him, and punched the man behind him.

"Ke Shuai!" He angrily reported, "The monk king's Mongolian horse team can't stand it!" ”

It turned out that the person behind him was called "Keshuai", Guan Zhuofan thought nervously...... Ke Shuai...... Ke Shuai...... This is Shengkezhai, Shengbao!

In the battle of Bali Bridge, the commander was the Mongolian prince Seng Greenqin, the left wing was the 5,000 Beijing battalion led by Shengbao, the right wing was the 4,000 green battalion led by Ruilin, and the main force of Seng Greenqin was his Mongolian cavalry. Guan Zhuofan knew that the Mongol cavalry could not withstand it, which meant the beginning of the defeat of the battle, and the French army at this time would soon unite with the British Guards dragoons and divide their troops to copy the back road of the monk king, and strive to encircle and annihilate the main force of the Qing army.

Hearing that the person behind him was Shengbao, Guan Zhuofan had another hope in his heart. Shengbao is the deputy capital of Rehe, the word Kezhai, although he is a little stubborn, but he still has a set of wars, and he is also reasonable in leading troops, which is a rare general among the Manchurians, unlike Dutong Ruilin who is a fool.

Just be reasonable! Guan Zhuofan estimated his identity, probably not to the point of calling him "Keshuai", knelt on the ground and said cautiously: "Lord Sheng, as soon as the monk retreats, we must prevent the French devils from dividing their troops, assaulting the monk's flank, and cutting off his retreat." ”

There was silence all around. A person who was kneeling on the ground and waiting for death actually instructed the famous second-rank master to teach the combat strategy, isn't this nonsense?

"Fart!" The Xiao cavalry officer who was in charge of the beheading came back to his senses and was furious, "You are a foreign commissioner who is about to be killed, Lan Lingchang, an official of the ninth grade, here is a place for you to speak?!" ”

The officer who was waiting with Guan Zhuofan to kill the head was still six people left. At first, when they saw Guan Zhuofan and Sheng Bao talking, they all pinned their hopes of survival on him, and when the counselor roared, the six of them were so frightened that they all shrank their heads.

"The flanks of the monk king are protected by the Ruidu Commander." Sheng Bao's voice was unexpectedly calm, but there was a terrifying coercion in the calm, "Weishenme wants me to take precautions?" ”

"Ruidu can't stop it! His green battalion soldiers, who were afraid that they would break up after half a moment of fighting. "Shengbao and Ruilin have always been at odds with each other, as everyone knows, Guan Zhuofan simply presented another high hat, "If you want to drag down the French devils, you have to rely on Lord Sheng's Jingying." ”

Katsuho was silent. Guan Zhuofan's heart was up and down, but he saw the left flank of the French army on the opposite side, and sure enough, there were signs of gathering and moving, and the British dragoons in red were also galloping to the north.

"Untie!" Katsuho behind him suddenly commanded, "Give them back the sword and bring them horses!" ”

Guan Zhuofan secretly sighed, knowing that his words were not only true, but also scratched Shengbao's itch. The ropes tied to his body and hands were loosened, and then he felt pain and numbness all over his body, turned around, peeked at this famous commander of the army, and saw that Katsuho was a red-faced, sturdy figure, and two shiny mustaches on his lips, which added a bit of majesty to him, and a single-eyed flower feather was prominently embellished on the big hat on his head.

"I didn't know that you still had this knowledge." Shengbao groaned and said, "But the military order is like a mountain, since you spare the seven of you and don't behead, you have to do what you say, and take the lead in this battle, although you are my clan, you are no exception." After this battle, if you don't die, I will elevate you to the position of a seven-rank ling. ”

Am I your kindred? Guan Zhuofan paused for a moment, but now is not the time to ponder this matter. There is nothing to say about the first rush, but the rush is to the rush, how to rush the formation, but there is a lot of attention, I don't know where Shengbao is going to rush now?

"Keshuai, mark a thousand horse teams who are willing to lead the headquarters, and rush to Lei Jiawa first!" Without waiting for Sheng Bao to speak, the Xiao cavalry leader pointed in front of him with his hand and shouted an order, "When I mess up their formation, Ke Shuai will lead the team to charge the phalanx of the French soldiers." ”

Guan Zhuofan glanced at him, and said in his heart that this leader is not short of knowledge, and he knows that Lei Jiawa is a combination of the French army and the British army. Attacking the junction of the two armies is logically correct, but ......

"Lord Sheng, behind Lei Jiawa's foreign soldiers, there is a Sikh cavalry regiment, not good...... It's not good to fight hard. Guan Zhuofan said stubbornly.

"You!" When the counselor saw that this Lan Lingchang, who was about to kill his head just now, he actually dared to talk back to himself, and he was furious, and shouted: "What Sikh, Tieke, foreigners all rely on guns, if you dare to cavalry against cavalry, watch Lao Tzu smash him to pieces!" ”

If you have a kind, you can rush. Guan Zhuofan didn't dare to take him seriously, lowered his head, and secretly pursed his lips, thinking: a fart, you are probably still dreaming, do you still think that your "Eight Banners Force" can be invincible in the world?

Now that the fear of being killed was removed, his mind gradually became active, and when he usually had nothing to do in the museum, the strategies he had repeatedly pondered to deal with the enemy came to his mind one by one.

Contrary to what many people think, in this battle, the Anglo-French forces did not just outnumber the Qing army in guns. In fact, like the progress of artillery, the regular cavalry of modern Europe also developed a tactical system far ahead of Shijie, which became the decisive impact on the battlefield.

After each line of the enemy is charged, they do not fall into a scattered individual melee like the ancient cavalry, but forcibly resist the enemy's shooting or slashing, quickly retreat, re-assemble, and repeatedly charge in a neat formation. This kind of collective assault, which always relies on uniform liliang and close coordination, can easily defeat all traditional modes of cavalry.

What Guan Zhuofan can be sure of is that since the advent of regular cavalry in the West in modern times, there has been no traditional cavalry on Shijie that can defeat regular cavalry in a frontal charge.

This is something that Shengbao doesn't know. He didn't mean Guan Zhuofan's words, and said approvingly to the counselor: "Su Cheng'e, with yours, I will let you make this contribution!" As soon as you succeed, my brigade will be launched immediately! ”

"Huh!"

"The first mark is on the horse! The second mark is on the horse! The third mark is on the horse! Seeing that Su Cheng's forehead had received the military order, a lieutenant general beside Shengbao began to shout orders.

All the cavalry obeyed the order, turned on their horses in turn, and drew their long knives. Guan Zhuofan and the other seven people also stepped on the war horse neatly, drew their knives in their hands, and waited for the order to charge. When the person arrived at the saddle, Guan Zhuofan's heart was slightly shocked: How can I be so skillful in getting on the horse and drawing the knife?

In his life, he had never ridden a horse, let alone played with a knife. Peeked at the long knife in his hand again, and sure enough, the words "Guan San Zhuofan" were engraved, and he sighed in his heart: This damn knife has hurt me!

The 1,000 people on the right are the horse team of Su Cheng. He raised his sword high for a moment, swung forward, and then led the thousand men out of the formation, galloping towards the joint force of the British and French forces.

As soon as the formation of the Qing army moved, the position of the foreign soldiers also changed, and when the intention of this cavalry was determined, the black and oppressive "Probie" Sikh cavalry regiment immediately squirmed, and instantly opened the formation, hundreds of shining spears pointed diagonally upward, slowly galloped out of the array, and then from slow to fast, they also launched a charge.

Two opposing cavalry teams quickly approached in the center of the battlefield. The Qing army had a large number of people, but the formation was not in order, and although the Sikh cavalry was only a few hundred men, the array was tight and not scattered in the slightest - this was not something that could be done easily, and it required a lot of training with a lot of difficulty, and there were very strict rules on when to jog, when to accelerate, when to stride, and when to gallop when charging. And the Arab military horses under their crotches are even more under the cultivation method of the bloodline theory, and some extreme species that should not appear in nature are unprecedentedly tall and strong, and the sprinting power is extremely strong.

The outcome of such a confrontation has long been doomed. In the first round of hedging, the formation of the Qing cavalry was completely dispersed, and the Sikh cavalry regiment was like a few moving walls, after running over the Qing cavalry, without stopping, galloped out of the battle group to the left, turned a small arc, faced the remaining Qing troops again, raised the bloody spear, and immediately launched a charge again.

Rising between the white mountains and black waters, the once invincible Manchurian cavalry finally had a stronger opponent than himself. The second charge of the Sikh cavalry completely crushed Su Cheng'e's horse team, leaving behind more than 200 corpses, and fled towards the main formation in a crushed manner. The Sikh cavalry regiment did not pursue to the death, and stayed in the center of the battlefield for a moment before retreating into formation.

The front team was suddenly defeated, and the team naturally had no way to rush up. Shengbao looked at Su Cheng, who was kneeling in front of his horse, embarrassed, and his face turned white - he couldn't have imagined that this battle would be lost so quickly and so miserably. He squinted at Guan Zhuofan beside him again, thinking to himself, he was right by this kid.

However, not moving is not a way, Shengbao gritted his teeth, and wanted to give a ruthless order, go straight to the French military formation, and gamble on the victory.

"Lord Sheng," Guan Zhuofan saw him gritting his teeth, and said in a low voice, "The phalanx of foreign soldiers can't rush." ”