Chapter Seventy-Three: Cavalry Duel (2)

The heavily armored knight who rushed to the front of the entire cavalry formation was none other than Ran Wu, and after he led his people to retreat from the dense forest of the wild boar slope along the path opened up in advance, he immediately changed roles and became the tip of the cavalry charge array, and he was also the actual commander.

Ran Wu had already seen Tong Yangxing, and his primary goal was Tong Yangxing.

The thousands of cavalry and tens of thousands of horses' hooves of the two sides hedged at high speed made a continuous deafening sound like a thunderbolt rolling over the great wasteland, and the smoke and dust rose everywhere, and two long black lines approached rapidly on the great wasteland, and they collided fiercely together in an instant.

The hundred heavily armored iron horsemen led by Ran Wu pierced into the Tartar cavalry formation like an incomparably sharp black iron heavy sword, and there was no force in front of them that could stop their charge, and all the Tartars in front of them were either directly knocked away by the war horses, or they were brought up by the big sword in the knight's hand with a line of scarlet blood, and the severed limbs and stumps flew everywhere.

Even the war horses under the crotch of the Tartars were directly knocked into the air under the fury of the heavy armored cavalry, and then smashed into the Tartar array, setting off a wave of chaos.

These heavy cavalry, who even covered their men and horses in heavy iron armor, were equivalent to tanks in later generations in the era of cold weapons, and if they charged, not to mention infantry, even cavalry would not be able to compete head-on.

Of course, their powerful impact and destructive power are the greatest advantages, but the huge weight has also become their fatal flaw, once they lose their speed, it really becomes a tin can for slaughter.

Therefore, the time for the heavy cavalry to play its role is to inflict a huge impact on the enemy formation in a short period of time, so that the enemy formation is chaotic and unable to effectively organize the offensive, and then let the light cavalry following behind take advantage of the situation to expand the results of the battle, which is the correct tactic.

The big shield in Ran Wu's hand tilted slightly, and he used the huge kinetic energy brought by the galloping horse to knock an oncoming Tartar soldier off the horse, and the big sword in the hand of a knight who followed closely behind took advantage of the situation to cut off the horse head of the Tartar cavalry, and the scarlet horse blood suddenly sprayed out, splashing them.

Ran Wu didn't blink his eyes, adjusted the direction of the war horse slightly, and resolutely rushed towards Tong Yangxing, who had been locked by him, and the hundred heavy horses behind him followed closely.

Tong's cultivation was so conspicuous that only he and a hundred of his own soldiers were wearing armor. The soldiers were all dressed in leather armor, and he was dressed in white armor with black edges, which was the sign of the white flag, and such an outfit stood out from the crowd of Tartar soldiers, and it was difficult not to be noticed.

Tong Yangxing looked at the hundred heavy cavalry who rushed into the formation and destroyed the decay, and was already very shocked in his heart, seeing these heavy cavalry coming straight towards him, he knew in his heart that they were going to capture the thief and capture the king, so he endured the fear in his heart, and shouted: "Stop them!" ”

Tong Yang's hundred pro-soldiers and a group of Tartar soldiers around them rushed towards Ran Wu and them like crazy, and one by one they used the wildest and craziest shouts to hide the timidity and fear in their hearts.

In the face of the Tartars who rushed up with a frantic shout, Ran Wu's face did not change, and led a hundred heavy horsemen to crash into the Tartar group without pause, the long sword in his hand kept waving, the severed limbs and stumps kept flying into the sky, the scarlet bright red splashed everywhere, and all kinds of broken swords and swords flew sideways, causing bursts of screams in the Tartar array.

Rao is hundred pro-soldiers can be regarded as brave and good at fighting, but there is nothing they can do in the face of these humanoid monsters shrouded in layers of heavy armor, and they are swept away almost in a few breaths.

In front of Ran Wu, except for a few pale soldiers who stood in front of Tong Yangxing, there was no longer any obstacle.

"Who the hell are you?" Although Tong Yangxing's face was as pale as gray, he knew that he was bound to die here today, so he also asked the biggest doubt in his heart.

Of course, he now knew that these people could not be a group of horse thieves, and there could be no such horse thieves in the world.

So before he died, he wondered what the true identity of this terrible group of enemies he was facing.

"The man sent by God to destroy the Manchus." Ran Wu lifted his mask and roared, but the speed of the war horse was not slow at all, and the big sword in his hand stretched out and rushed towards Tong Yangxing.

After all, Tong Yangxing is also a general, knowing that he will die today, he doesn't have any other thoughts, and he also burst into a shout, waving the long knife in his hand and rushing towards Ran Wu.

In an instant, the two sides collided together, the long knife that Tong Yang split was blocked by the big shield in Ran Wu's left hand, but the big sword in Ran Wu's hand split Tong Yangxing's armor, and his right shoulder was cut down obliquely, and even the man and the horse were cut into two sections, Tong Yangxing's upper body flew out sideways and fell into the arms of a Tartar soldier, so shocked that the Tartar soldier roared again and again, and fell off the horse, and then was stabbed in the center by a light cavalry who followed behind.

Tong Yang Xing did not have many people and horses, and more than 2,000 were lost in the wild boar slope mountain road. The nearly 2,000 people who charged with him just now were first baptized by a constant rain of arrows from the archers, and lost a lot of people. Now it has been swept away by more than 2,000 cavalry led by a hundred heavy cavalry, and there are basically few people left.

At this time, seeing that the main general was dead, the remaining hundreds of Tartars did not have the slightest fighting spirit at all, and began to turn their horses' heads and gallop towards the sides with a shout.

Without Ran Wu's command, the two thousand light cavalry behind him quickly divided into several groups and chased towards these remnants of the Tartars.

And the 1,000 cavalry archers who took the lead have also rolled back from the rear, attacking from the north and south, and cooperating with the archers to annihilate the remnants of the Tartars.

As soon as Tong Yangxing and his 2,000 men and horses died, the remaining 1,000 Tartar soldiers guarding the baggage and red-coated cannons were not to be feared at all, and it can be said that the overall situation has been decided.

The remnants of the Tartars who fled in all directions were quickly wiped out, and none of them escaped, and at this time on the battlefield, in addition to the countless corpses of the Tartar soldiers, all that remained was thousands of ownerless war horses lingering around their masters and refusing to leave.

As the horn sounded in the desolation and distance, the remaining 1,000 men and horses of the Tartars were surrounded by 3,000 cavalry regiments.

And Jiang Chuan also followed with his seven hundred "horse thieves" and five hundred heavily armored swordsmen and personal guards, as well as a thousand crossbowmen.

"My lord, this is the head of the Tartar lord." Ran Wu slowly rode his horse over, and the big sword in his hand picked up this bloody hideous head with round eyes, which was the cultivation of Tong who had a "one-sided relationship" with Jiang Chuan.

"Put it away, Lord Ben is still useful." Jiang Chuan glanced at the head lightly and waved his hand.

He was most concerned about the thirty red-coated cannons of the Tartars right now.