On the main battlefield, most of the artillery of the Tartar army resumed firing.

The soldiers made requests to Xu Dinghe, the commander of the 1st regiment who temporarily commanded the attack.

"Sir, let's attack!"

"Sir, I'd rather charge the enemy fortress than stop here and get shelled."

The Union Army repeatedly instilled in its soldiers during training that it was much safer to charge than to be beaten in place, and that it was more complete and complete as long as the enemy position was captured.

Xu Dinghe paced back and forth with his hands behind his back.

Originally, according to the plan, the offensive should have started a long time ago. However, in view of the fact that the presence of Tatar cavalry on the flanks might threaten the retreat of the infantry, Xu Dinghe suspended the attack.

Seeing the cuirassiers dedicating themselves on the battlefield, Xu Dinghe couldn't help but shout: "Long live the cuirassiers!" ”

Subsequently, Xu Dinghe left the 2nd Regiment and 2nd Battalion, that is, the earliest battalion in column, to guard the flanks and rear, and the rest of the infantry re-attacked.

Hunters who pulled out the skirmish line were in pairs, covering each other, the smoothbore gunners firing at the Tartar infantry array, and the elite marksmen armed with rifled guns aimed at the enemy gun positions and shot the enemy gunners.

Skirmishers caused a commotion in enemy formations, and the range of the skirmishers was between artillery and arquebus, and there was no corresponding weapon in the Tartars. Hitting the stragglers with artillery was a joke, and the infantry weapons were out of reach, and the Tartar infantry could only stand up and be beaten.

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Wang Shouyi ordered the trumpeters to blow the rallying call.

The scattered battlefield was dominated by Ming cavalry and hussars, and the cuirassiers regrouped near the Dianbai camp.

Bandus tossed a bottle of spirits, "Lieutenant Colonel Wang, your heavy cavalry is strong. ”

Wang Shou nodded in gratitude, "Mr. Hill, the Dianbai Battalion's phalanx is one of the strongest I've ever seen, and you have almost achieved the same effect as a flintlock pistol with your arquebus. ”

"It's too much, do your heavy cavalry still have horsepower?"

"More than enough."

Bandus pointed to the artillery forts where the Tartars were not involved in the actual engagement.

"A lot of Tatar cavalry fled to the small multi-faced fort, blocking the Tartar artillery firing range, and this is our opportunity to attack."

"What do you mean?"

"You and I will cooperate on foot and take the small multi-sided fort!"

"How many more of you can fight?"

"700 people."

Wang Shouyi looked around, some soldiers in the Dianbai battalion were taking care of the wounded, and the others disbanded the phalanx and assembled into a column that was convenient for maneuvering. He quickly estimated the situation, the main force of the Tartar army was in the main fortress, and the defenders of the small multi-sided fort did not have many infantry, and they witnessed the entire cavalry battle in its entirety.

A fiasco can easily shake the morale of the army, and Bandus is right, taking advantage of the enemy's fear, launching a wave of fierce blows, there is a great possibility of success.

"Mr. Hill, let's plant the flag on the Tatar fortress."

Bandus smiled and took a half step back, "You please." ”

Wang Shouyi drew his straight sword again.

The cuirassiers formed a single row of horizontal formations, widened the front, and advanced towards the multi-sided fort. The distance was more than 2 km, and on the first half of the road, the cuirassiers advanced at almost the same pace as the electric white battalion.

Entering the 800-meter range of the small multi-sided fort, which was the effective range of part of the enemy artillery, the bugler blew the charge horn, and the cavalry charged at full speed.

Unlike the shock enemy cavalry and infantry, the assault artillery had to run at full speed at the beginning.

Charging towards the muzzle of the gun is the greatest test for the soldier, and in the face of the artillery, it is normal to be afraid.

The high-speed cavalry charge minimized the impact of fear on the offensive and made it difficult for the Tatar artillery to aim. It is obviously difficult to maintain formation by running at high speed over long distances, but when attacking artillery, the key is not in formation, but in arriving as soon as possible.

The electric white battalion was divided into two parts, with arquebusiers running with the cavalry at a speed of 250 paces per minute, and armored pikemen at the end.

The Tartar artillery opened fire quickly

Between the two armies there were many fleeing Tatar cavalry, some of whom lost their horses and fled on their legs.

The cavalry unit had a relatively high status in the Geng domain, and it was also the core force that the feudal lord valued the most, so when the coalition cuirassiers came into range, the Tartar artillery did not fire, they had never faced this kind of problem, and they had no experience in dealing with it.

The enemy officers and men who had not had time to flee along the way knelt down and asked to surrender, and the cuirassiers turned a blind eye and continued to charge towards the small multi-sided fort.

400 meters from the small multi-sided fort, the Tatars fired shotguns, the rate of fire of the Tatar artillery was slow, and there were no tin cylinders to hold projectiles, and the power of the shotguns was much weaker.

One minute later, the cuirassiers drew their pistols and fired indiscriminately at very close range. After emptying 2 pistols, the cavalry turned over and dismounted, and rushed into the fort with a straight sword.

The Tatar infantry guarding the fortifications, outnumbered the dismounted cavalry, and gathered around to launch a counterattack.

The arquebusiers of the electric white battalion arrived just in time, spread out to the flanks, and fired a volley at the Tatars.

Before the reload was complete, the enemy army was scattered.

This time, the coalition forces did not pursue again, and the soldiers ran out of breath, and they were really unable to race against the green battalion again.

Wang Shouyi stroked the tired war horse, after this impact, the horse of the cuirassier was no longer suitable to participate in the battle for 3 hours.

Wang Shouyi's capture of the small multi-sided fort meant that the coalition forces had cut off the retreat of the enemy forces that were still in the south at this time, and hundreds of defeated soldiers poured into the large camp besieging Haikang City.

To the surprise of the Tartar army, there were no friendly troops in the camp, and what was waiting for them was the Haikangming army in formation.

In the north of Haikang City, Guo Hu was deeply shocked by the cavalry battle, but after all, he was a well-informed general, and he had experienced more embarrassing defeats, so he quickly stabilized his mind.

"Brothers, it's time to withdraw, no matter how late it is, we have to stay here and bury the people of Geng Fan."

Qiao Zengqian, the general of the town standard, did not have a trace of ruddy face, and the cavalry battle gave him a great shock. "Geng Jimao's battalion can't go, we have to withdraw to Huazhou as soon as possible."

Wang Xin, the deputy commander-in-chief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, "You have all seen thousands of iron horsemen of Yiren, Huazhou is still too close, let's go to Maoming." ”

Guo Hu slapped the table, "Are you stupid?" ”

"Zhentai?"

"Huazhou and Maoming are our business, all the soldiers bring 5 days of dry food, only bring their personal weapons, discard other baggage, let's go back to Yangjiang!"

Guo Hu made such an instant decision to magnify his moves, and thundered the surrounding generals a lot.

"It won't be long before the road back will be crowded with stragglers and wagons, the same scene you have seen countless times, we must not waste time, we must leave immediately."

The generals opened up the dusty memories.

No one knows better than these Shaanxi soldiers how terrible the defeat is, and no one is more likely to escape from such a situation than them.

When the green camp has been in the camp for a long time, the ability to run away has been pressed to the bottom of the box, but some things are muscle memory, as long as you enter the state, you can quickly get it back.

The withdrawal from Leizhou to Yangjiang is a distance of seven or eight hundred miles, and it is not too difficult for experienced troops, and the key is to win at the starting line.

Guo Hu gave up the camp, lit a few fires in the camp at random, and turned north.

Because of the fast action, Yangjiang Town was the first Tartar army to arrive at the Tongming River pontoon bridge, Guo Hu told the bridge guard troops the truth of the battlefield, not exaggerating at all, and the garrison guarding this place immediately decided to go first as respect.

Guo Hu pulled Qiao Zengqian and whispered a few words, and the town standard staff general nodded frequently.

After the evacuation of the large army in Yangjiang Town, a group of soldiers dressed as Ming soldiers set fire to the pontoon bridge.

The Tongming River is not a decisive natural obstacle, and there are many places for men and horses to wade through during this season, but it cannot be crossed without pontoon cannons and baggage vehicles.

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Blood-stained red robes, Jin Shiying stopped in a corner of the battlefield, turned his somewhat sore arms, and rested for a while.

In the distance, Amida's head was raised high by Li Jianjie's cavalry with spears.

The death of the deputy commander of the White Banner announced the collapse of the Tatar cavalry. The ground was full of wounded and fallen horses and fallen soldiers.

After the disintegration of the horse team, although there were still many of them, they were just lambs to be slaughtered.

Starting from Salhu, the Ming army became the object of pursuit on the battlefield, and Mesozoic generals like Jin Shiying received military training from an early age, and from the day they set foot on the battlefield, they never won a field battle.

In Jin Shiying's memory, fighting the war has always been like this:

The Ming army assembled and sent out of the group.

Encounters with the Tartar cavalry, artillery arrays, and firearms are fired layer upon layer.

Smoke of gunfire enveloped the battlefield heavily.

A corner of the phalanx was broken by the Tartars, and the tower-like enemy heavy cavalry and heavy infantry swarmed in.

The Ming army collapsed, and tens of thousands of people were scattered on the plains to be pursued by the Tatars, abandoned their troops and unarmoured, and waited to be bound, and then strung to Liaodong as slaves.

Officers like Jin Shiying draw countless experiences and lessons from their failures, use these teachings to train recruits, go into battle, and repeat the above process. Tried all the methods, used different tactics, each time the process and the ending were the same, suddenly collapsed, the defeat was inexplicable, the momentum of the previous moment was like a rainbow, in the blink of an eye the head of the commander was cut off by the enemy, and the whole army became a prisoner of war of the enemy.

But this time, the Ming army held the saber in his hand, chasing the enemy's back all the way to stab and slash, and the originally sluggish weapon in his hand became more and more comfortable at this time, as if he had reached the state of unity of man and weapon, and the feeling of chasing and killing was so good.

Looking at the defeated Tatar soldiers scattered all over the wilderness, Jin Shiying faintly figured out something.

On the battlefield, failure can hardly be the mother of success.

There is only victory.

Only by constantly winning victories can we accumulate successful military experience, and then use successful experience to guide the next operation and build up the army's conviction, which is the spiritual pillar of the army.

The military conviction of the Tatar army was the Manchurian Iron Cavalry.

After Salhu, the Ming army never succeeded in establishing military beliefs, or every attempt to rebuild the beliefs was proved to be a failure by the battlefield.

The Tatars fought with hope for the future, and the Ming army fought with despair.

But all this is quietly changing.

Tears wet Jin Shiying's clothes.