The average infantry was on the verge of collapse by this step.

The collapse of the battle formation and the morale reached a low point, because every infantry understood that the military formation was their only way against the cavalry, and once the military formation was gone, the morale was also gone, and the next thing was to flee and pursue.

But the Jianzhou Corps didn't, they held on with an unimaginable will to fight, even if they were torn apart and couldn't take care of the end, they still didn't retreat and didn't collapse, they didn't stop fighting for their own battles, it seemed that they were just fighting, not afraid of life and death.

Such a fierce battle made Mao Wenlong frightened, but it also made him feel unprecedented happiness and excitement, he shook his spirit, put the sword that had just killed the three Jianzhou soldiers into the scabbard, snatched the long knife of the guards around him, and rode his horse to the location of more Jianzhou soldiers.

Rushing to the destination, he picked up the long knife and slashed with great effort, unpretentious but powerful, and the blood of the direct cut splashed everywhere, and the stumps and broken arms flew sideways, as if he had encountered something that made him extremely happy.

The Jianzhou soldiers did not have a battle armor, they did not have the sophisticated armor of the Qin army, the Qin army could kill them with a knife, and they might not be able to kill the Qin army with a few knives.

So they grabbed the horse's legs and cut them, telling the war horses to suffer and the Qin army on their backs fell down, and if they didn't break their necks, they went up to mend the knife, which also caused some casualties for a while.

Nurhachi was even more fierce, holding a machete, and the three Qin cavalry surrounded him and couldn't fight him, so he knocked off his horse and cut his neck with a knife.

However, Fei Yingdong was not so lucky, his combat effectiveness was sharply reduced when his left arm was injured, and he was forced to retreat step by step by the Qin army and it was difficult to parry, and his own soldiers around him were killed and wounded, he was embarrassed to block left and right, and another one was not careful, and his left arm was simply pierced by a big gun.

He looked up to the sky and screamed in pain, and another shot pierced him in the chest and back, and then was pulled out from behind, his body twitched, with a strong unwilling look in his eyes, his body was shaky, and he was hit by a Qin cavalry horse.

Fei Yingdong was hit by this war horse and flew backwards for several meters, fell to the ground and spurted out a mouthful of blood, convulsed a few times, did not move, his eyes were still open, and he looked dead.

Nurhachi asked Dai Shan to protect his younger brothers and fight with him, and he could still protect them, but as soon as the Qin cavalry rushed in, the queue could not be maintained, and during the fight, Nurhachi and Dai Shan had been separated for an unknown distance.

Everywhere Dai Shan saw the black-armored cavalry on horses and the killed Jianzhou soldiers, Dai Shan's heart was extremely uncomfortable, and he didn't care about protecting his younger brothers with a tiger roar, so he stepped forward and grabbed a spear, and dragged the Qin soldiers off the horse, and pierced his neck with a sword.

Then, Dai Shan directly turned over his horse, instigated the horse to gallop, grabbed a Qin cavalryman and stabbed him in the back of the heart from behind, and it was easy to pierce into it, but he couldn't pull it out, so the two black-armored cavalrymen stepped forward together and stabbed him with a gun.

Between the lightning and flint, Dai Shan directly lay on the horse to dodge this blow, but as soon as they came together, they were swept in the back of the heart by a shot, and after a burst of pain, he couldn't help but squirt a mouthful of blood, and when he turned around, he saw a young Qin stabbing a gun and stabbing it directly into his heart.

Dai Shan vomited out a mouthful of blood, held the gun with both hands, and looked at the Qin general in disbelief, but the Qin general didn't talk nonsense to him, seeing that he was holding the gun, he let go and pulled out the battle sword in his waist and swung it over to cut off Dai Shan's head.

Dai Shan felt that his vision was suddenly uncontrollable, and he felt like the world was spinning, dizzy, dizzy, dizzy, and unconscious.

Zhang Long pulled out his big gun, knocked the headless corpse off his horse with one shot, and went to fight with another Jianzhou soldier.

With the passage of time, the Jianzhou soldiers, who had the upper hand in numbers, began to decline, and the weakness of the infantry against the cavalry and the gap in armor and weapons made the longer the battle, the more disadvantageous the Jianzhou soldiers became.

They were proud of the Jurchen Tribe with their ability to fight in the field, but the Qin army's field ability was even stronger.

The Qin army was born from the 30,000 Zhennan Army, Xiao Ruxun cultivated the Zhennan Army by cultivating officers, so the Zhennan Army dared to face and the superior cavalry of the North Captives, and the strongest corps in the Ming Army was the Zhennan Army, and Xiao Ruxun did not care about the field ability.

Whenever there was a war in the Northern Expedition, it was not the firepower of the Northern Expeditionary Army that decided the outcome of the battle, but the field combat ability.

After the founding of the country, Xiao Ruxun's attention to the field ability of the Qin army did not decrease but rose, and the daily field training could not be moved, don't think that the founding of the country would be easy, and all kinds of military skills and physical training even the old Zhennan army were bitter.

Under this kind of intense training, the Qin army's field combat ability was more powerful than at the beginning of the founding of the country, which was directly reflected in this war, pressing and beating the fierce mourning soldiers, and defeating the Jianzhou soldiers in less than half an hour.

Fei Yingdong died, Dai Shan died, none of Nurhachi's sons left behind died, and Abatai, who was finally found and personally protected by his side, was trampled to death by the Qin army's war horses, Nurhachi collapsed, and there was nothing else in his eyes but fighting.

An hour passed, and there were not many Jianzhou soldiers left on the battlefield who were still fighting, and the Qin army had also suffered a lot of trauma.

Mao Wenlong personally killed seventeen Jianzhou soldiers, the pig's tail head of seventeen Jianzhou soldiers was hung on the horse, and the blood of the Jianzhou soldiers was all over his body, and the white war horse was also dyed red, and the smell of blood was so strong that it could not be blown away by the wind.

The Qin army slowly narrowed the encirclement, and the Jianzhou soldiers were stabbed to death one by one and could not get up again, and in the end, the Qin army formed a large circle, and only one Jianzhou soldier was still standing in the circle.

Mao Wenlong reached out and took out a piece of drawing paper from the horse bag, looked at the person painted on it, and then looked at the guy who was covered in blood and looked crazy.

This is the portrait of Nurhachi sent from Jingshi, Mao Wenlong looks seven points similar, plus the extraordinary clothes, nine times out of ten it is Nurhachi is right, as for the rest, cut off the head and take it back, while beheading the credit, it can also make Chu Ying recognize his family.

Putting away the drawing paper, Mao Wenlong screamed at the top of his voice.

"Nuer Hachi! You thief and slave are not bound to be captured! ”

Nurhachi heard someone shouting at him and looked everywhere for the voice, which confirmed Mao Wenlong's judgment.

If you can understand the Chinese dialect and react, there is no doubt about Nurhachi.

So Mao Wenlong called the dragoons, took a loaded Guangqi-style dragoon gun, and aimed at Nurhachi, who was glaring at the Qin army around him.

Pull the trigger, with a snap, a burst of white smoke and fire spread, Mao Wenlong quickly closed his eyes, but the Guangqi lead bullet accurately drilled into Nurhachi's neck, the bullet broke half of his neck, and directly pulled his head to the side, and he fell to the ground and died, with an angry look on his face.

The war is over.