"Sidewalk!"

Almost at the same time, more than 1,300 people marched in unison, and the sound of officers ordering the crossbow was heard from the left, center, and right flanks, and the sound of "bang-la-la" came and went. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Beat the drums!"

Wang Jingzhong had already seen the Dongyu waiting in a formation, he spat and scolded: "The Dog's Tartar must think that we are Ming officers and soldiers, and since the Dog's Day is begging to be beaten, then give me a beating." ”

The passionate drum sounded, Wang Jingting put his palm up, and then waved it down, and the flag bearer saw it, raised the team flag high, shook it, and waved it down.

"Muzzle velocity!"

All the cavalry is moving forward!

It's a magnificent picture!

More than 3,000 people lined up in a line of high left and low right to move forward at a low speed, the horses trampled on the flat grass, making a breathtaking roar, the red military flag fluttered with the wind, one by one officers and sergeant majors kept adjusting the queue with military flags and flag guns on one side of the queue, the drums roared like thunder, mixed with the sound of horses' hooves, more majestic, and then, the soldiers on the horses when the bayonets were roaring into the sea of drums and horse hooves, all kinds of sounds mixed together, The whole army seems to be marching on the most magnificent beat in the world, gray military uniforms, red flags, green grass, blue sky, all the brilliance of the world seems to be attracted by this army. When the bayonets are ready, all the guns and bayonets are pointed to the sky, and the tips of the flashing cold light are like patches of cold and dazzling forests, which makes people shudder to see, and thousands of horses surge, like a landslide and the ground cracks, and the horse's hooves fly, and the earth trembles even more, and everything seems to be coming to the end of the world, which makes people feel that a catastrophe is coming.

After a quarter of an hour of moving forward, after the distance was reduced by half, Duo'er waved his hand twice, and the banner in the army also shook twice.

All the officers gave the order together to double the speed of the horses.

The sound of the horses running louder, the turf being trampled harder, the supple weeds being trampled over, flattened, or splashed, and the cavalry rushed through like a gallop, without hesitation, like a storm, to destroy everything in sight!

……

"Buddha, ......"

"Oh my God, what kind of demons we've had!"

"We're done, we're done......"

The herders of the tribe of Bahrain Nanukbele have really gone through all the ups and downs today.

First of all, the soldiers came from three sides, and the people in the fence still thought that they could take millet from the fire, and then the people of the Chahar Department ran away decisively, and the people in the tribe were already very disappointed, but they were still fantasizing about being able to block the remaining two groups of enemies, and when they saw the scene of the Ming cavalry charging, even the most resolute Mongolian warriors, at this time they had to admit that the Ming army in front of them was the most terrible army they had ever seen, and in front of such an army, they lost the last trace of confidence in resistance.

Nanuk is the most feared one, he knows that he has recruited two of the most terrible armies, any one of them can make his family ruined and lose everything, and at this moment, he can only pray that the Ming army is defeated, because the Jurchens rarely kill nobles for the sake of Huairou Mongolia, as long as they are willing to surrender and submit, there is still a place after arriving in Liaoyang, if the Ming army in front of him defeats the Jurchens, I am afraid that there will be no living people left in the village in the end, especially he is one of the few people who know the inside story, there is no Ming army at all, The cavalry in front of him is the cavalry of the merchant group, these people are here for the caravan, they kill ruthlessly, more than a hundred times stronger than the Ming army, the Ming army may also give up the slaughter for money, but these people in front of them are only here for revenge and honor, such an army, Nanuk knows that there is no chance and hope of buying at all.

"Buddha bless." Nanuk suddenly knelt on the ground and muttered a prayer, he hoped that the Jurchens would be victorious, and while he was praying the prayers, he kept looking in the direction of the cavalry assault, where there was an obvious Jurchen array, layered on top of each other, and the array was neat, and now he could only hope that the Jurchens could block such a cavalry assault, which was the last hope.

……

"Here we are."

Yue Tuo's eyes were slightly red, this time it was originally a "simple task", to teach the dishonest Mongols, not only for the caravan, in fact, in the past two years, Nurhachi has put the main energy on the grassland, the Eight Banners have gone out from time to time, the scale is about two thousand to four thousand, each battle is a big victory or has never encountered the enemy at all, compared to the Jurchens armed to the teeth, the combat effectiveness of the Mongols is not worth mentioning, the opponent they face today is really unprecedented, so that Yue Tuo, who has experienced a hundred battles, also has a sense of trembling in his heart.

At this time, he regretted a little, if he didn't want to take the opportunity to cover up the attack just now, but calmly retreated, the situation on the battlefield just now was very complicated, I'm afraid no one would accuse him of cowardice, and now, it's too late to regret it.

This vacillation was only a brief moment, and Yue Tuo quickly regained his sanity, and he ordered the left and right flanks to be on guard together, and the armoured soldiers and the good archers of the banner and Han armies were ready to meet the enemy with bows and arrows.

If the enemy uses cavalry to step into formation, whether the first three platoons can resist the enemy is the key.

The armored soldiers were mostly armed with fine iron knives, tiger guns, and iron guns, and when they were raised, the whole front heard the sound of armor leaves.

In the face of the rumbling cavalry strong enemy, the armor soldiers still maintained quite calm, they also have more than forty years old veterans, from the youth to follow Nurhachi to conquer the Yan and Haixi provinces, to a few years ago when the attack has been experienced in a hundred battles, from the chest to the back have been wounded, can be said to have experienced a hundred battles, the rise of the Jianzhou Department at the beginning of the soldiers were also timid and afraid of war, so far because of the hundred battles of the people, the armored soldiers have not known what to fear.

A large number of armoured archers and archers of the Banner Han army gathered at the front of the battle, and they were ready to draw their bows, each carrying at least two or three pockets or quivers full of arrows, light and heavy arrows in different quivers, each with a strong and long, stiff bow of great height and height, and some experienced archers had already taken out the arrows and inserted them in the grass beside them.

"Come on, I can't wait!" A fierce iron Bashiku stood majestically in the same place with a tiger tooth spear made of fine iron, and not far in front of him, the rangers had already dispersed in front of the formation, because the enemy cavalry brigade was coming, and the rangers had lost their role in containing harassment.

The Jurchen nobles and officers all had a sense of humiliation by being provoked, they won all battles, and in the past two years, they only had the memory of the Ming army fleeing from the wind, and they never thought that they would attack the Ming cavalry.

……

"The enemy is coming, three speeds!" Duo'er rode his horse in the middle line, and now he was only about two hundred steps away from the Jurchen array, he found that the array on the opposite side was not chaotic at all, and the horizontal formations were scattered, wrapping the middle formation tightly in the middle, facing the iron cavalry rushing to, the Jurchen array on the opposite side was not chaotic at all, and there was no sign of chaos, which made Duo'er feel nervous in his heart, and his experience since he led the cavalry regiment to fight was against the Mongols, and this was the first time he experienced this scene in front of him.

This time all the flags were lowered three times.

The cavalry roared!

The drums seem to be bursting!

The entire cavalry regiment is like a ball of gunpowder about to explode!

All the cavalrymen were roaring with all their strength, even their voices were hoarse from the roar!

No language or film or television work can reflect the situation in this moment.

People are fighting for their lives, they are going to kill, and they are rushing forward at the risk of being killed by others!

The violent bumps on the high-speed war horse, the possibility of falling from the horse at all times, the swords and guns are lined up in front of them, and people will rush into the enemy formation in a while, and fight with the equally heavily armed enemy, desperately, you live and die!

All the cavalry began to raise the horse speed to the highest, after entering the hundred and fifty steps, the horse speed has reached the fastest, if you watch from a distance, you can see the horse's hooves flying, with the eyes can hardly see the horse's legs raise and fall, you can only see the war horse galloping forward like the wind, a team of war horses almost formed a whole, a killing machine that can step on the enemy in front of you into powder.

……

"100 paces!"

The Jurchens planted some small flags in front of the battle to measure the distance, and experienced officers could calculate the distance fairly accurately with their eyesight, but it was easier to determine with markers.

Seeing that the large force of cavalry was at the fastest speed to a distance of about a hundred paces, the orders of the officers sounded on the arrays of all the Jurchens.

Almost at the same time, all the officers were shouting, "Light arrow throw!" ”

All the archers raised their longbows high, and the arrows were already on the strings, and when they heard the command, the archers pulled the heavy bowstrings together, and then quickly released their fingers.

"Buzz ......"

Almost at the same time, at least more than a thousand bows and arrows threw the first round of light arrows.

Cao Shixuan also shot an arrow into the distance, his distance was slightly behind, estimated to be about one hundred and thirty paces away, he watched the arrow he shot fly into the air, and he didn't feel that this arrow could hit any target.

As a 50-year-old hereditary military attache of the guard, Cao Shixuan's archery skills are not bad, but his bow strength is weak, and he is definitely unqualified among Jurchen archers, and the minimum standard for Jurchen archers is also ten strengths, and Cao Shixuan estimates that he has a maximum of eight strengths.

A large number of arrows flew into the air, and then, with the help of the wind and the force of the fall, they flew towards the large array of cavalry that rushed towards them.

The second round of projectiles began again, and then the third.

Everyone used a triangular sharp arrow of light arrows, a distance of more than a hundred steps is the effective killing distance of this light arrow projectile, many of the armored soldiers waiting in front of the battle looked vigorously at the sky, and looked at the head of the Ming army that flew after more than a hundred steps.

The swarm of locust arrows soon fell!

Everyone heard the clanging sound, and a large number of arrows hit the top of the cavalry's heads, shoulders, chests, legs, or directly stuck in the ground, or they simply did not know where they flew.

Most of the arrows slipped directly to the ground and could not break the armor at all, and there were also a small number of powerful arrows that fell obliquely into the gaps on the sides of the breastplate, or landed above the shin guards on the legs, inserting them into the gaps on the body.

Wang Jingzhong's luck was not good, a light arrow hit his thigh space without armor protection, he seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer, first shocked, and then a huge pain hit the brain, at that time he almost fainted, but he knew that once he fell off the horse, he was likely to be trampled into flesh, so he could only be extremely vigilant, and did not faint, but controlled the reins with the horse, and continued to run forward.