Looking down from the air, in a small flat land between the mountains of Jinzhong, there are dense human figures, these figures are divided into two sides, gathered into a cluster in the shape of a square, the squares are very regular, like many stones about to collide, staring at each other, but no one dares to move first, firmly guarding the ground under their feet and staring at each other.

To the left of the white square, there was chaos, white and black shadows intertwined, like two intertwined wires, and like two fighting snakes.

The black shadows were scattered, and the white shadows were sharp, breaking through the formation from the middle of the black shadows, and galloping across the waves like chopping waves.

"Kill!"

The spear in Li Dingguo's hand had long been embedded in the body of a Mongolian soldier who didn't know his life, and he didn't hesitate to let go, in the body of a high-speed galloping war horse, it was impossible to draw out the spear that pierced the enemy's body.

He had replaced himself with a long-handled broadsword in his hand, holding it with both hands, and the blade was not very sharp, which was deliberately so, so as not to quickly lose the edge of the blade when chopping.

The body flexibly dodged up and down, left and right, let go of the spears and sharpened knives, and then stretched out the long knives from various angles, and easily cut through the flesh and blood wearing armor with the help of the horse, and the splashed blood fell on his body, and the white iron armor had become a combination of red and white, making his whole person look hideous and terrifying.

The Mongol soldiers initially resisted, but the cavalry that stayed in place and circled was no different from the foot soldiers, and the Kuizhou army that rushed to occupy the advantage of speed, which is also the most terrifying place for the cavalry, the galloping war horse is like a flying bullet, and the cavalry on the horse is like riding a bullet in the war, the combination of strength and speed can crush all objects that dare to block the road.

After the heavy armored cavalry in front was killed, the light armored cavalry behind had no ability to resist, and they fell and dismounted under the impact of the Kuizhou army.

"Don't scatter! Get together! In addition to slashing and killing, Li Dingguo did not forget to stare around with his spare eyes, and kept shouting, reminding his people not to chase the fleeing Mongols from the brigade on a whim: "Follow me, don't leave the team without permission!" ”

The long knife in his hand opened the back of a Mongolian soldier who fled in a hurry, and the blood sprayed out like rain, Li Dingguo rode out of this blood rain, and his eyes were bright, the nearest Mongolian cavalry was already hundreds of steps away, it was the Mongol who had distanced himself from Khalchuhun when he was shelled just now, and he had already come out of the formation.

The Mongolian cavalry in the distance was obviously a little hesitant, slowing down slowly in place, and did not mean to rush over and fight with the Kuizhou cavalry.

With a slight hesitation in his eyes, Li Dingguo immediately pulled the reins, controlled the mount to run in a beautiful arc, turned a corner from the battlefield with the nearest cut angle, and led the white-armored cavalry to ride his horse back from the original road.

The horses' hooves trampled on the flesh and blood all over the ground, splashing blood, and occasionally the undead Mongol soldiers were stepped on by the horses, screaming miserably, the voice was short and intimidating, and then immediately there was no aftermath.

Some relatives rushed up unsatisfied, and the excitement formed in the killing was written on his face, and he asked Li Dingguo extremely reluctantly: "General, why don't you continue to rush and kill?" Tartar is cowardly, it is a good time to kill the enemy and make meritorious contributions! ”

Li Dingguo shook the blood drops on the big knife, while looking back at the movement of the Qing army, the same regretful expression was revealed, but he said resolutely: "Hou Ye has an order, don't go deep, the Tartar vitality is not injured, this cavalry is only a few thousand people, there is a large group of Tartar cavalry behind, once we are trapped, we can't get out, the military order is like a mountain, how can we wait!" ”

After killing this group of Mongols and retreating, it is indeed Wang Huan's order, the two armies are fighting, the emphasis is on the whole situation, if the two sides meet each other, the gains and losses in a corner will not hurt the fundamentals, and the lone army will lose this force if it goes deep, which Wang Huan does not want to see.

The Kuizhou army ran away after killing someone, so that the remaining Mongolian cavalry who were nervously preparing for war in the distance were a little surprised, they were not the tribal soldiers of Karchuhun, but a small tribe attached to the big tribe, the composition was complex, there were about seven or eight tribes mixed together, of course, they were not so obedient, just now the Ming army shelled fiercely, they instinctively wanted to retreat some distance, which also happened to save them from the same fate as Karchuhun.

But the main general is already dead, how can the Jurchens go back to Jianzhou like this? The Qing army has strict military discipline, and the main general will die and the general will be in the same crime as the battle, which is the same as the capital crime, but to catch up with these remaining tribal soldiers and fight to the death with the Kuizhou army, they don't dare, they are all leather armor and other equipment, and the well-equipped Karchuhun tribe died not far away, and the spirit has been lost, and it is useless to kill it.

It wasn't until the gong sounded in the Qing army that these Mongols breathed a sigh of relief and ran back.

In the Qing army's formation, Bolo's face was pale, and the cowhide scabbard of a long knife was pinched by him, almost bursting, and the anger in his heart turned into a group of anger, spurting out from his nostrils: "What's the use of such useless soldiers?" If it weren't for their fear of death, Khalchuhun wouldn't have died so ugly, the Mongols are so selfish and selfish, they don't have the spirit to share life and death, let them fight to the death! If you don't defeat the Ming army, you won't be allowed to come back! ”

The situation was chaotic just now, no one saw that Karchuhun died in the explosion, and at this moment the two armies were separated, and it was clear at a glance that Karchuhun was gone, and he must have died, so Bolo became more and more angry.

The other Mongol princes standing behind Nikan and Bolo had embarrassed expressions, and there was a trace of hidden dissatisfaction in their shame, and they were extremely resentful of the Jurchen nobles' methods of treating the Mongols as dogs, but they were afraid of the Jurchen military might, and no one dared to speak.

Nikan shook his head, his face was pale but quite calm, he had already extricated himself from the shock caused by the exterminating bullets and the Shenwei cannon, and with a finger of his hand, he pulled the reins of Bolo's horse and said in a deep voice: "Asking them to go up is only to increase the military merits of the Southern Barbarians, and it will be useless in the war!" You see, when the Ming army succeeded, Geng retreated, and he was not greedy at all, how could such an army be defeated by the frightened Mongol soldiers? Leave their heads here, it's a good use. ”

Bolo was dragged by him and said this, and slowly calmed down, the general's instinct made his mind no longer angry and irrational, and he thought for a while with a calm face, and then said in a muffled voice: "The Nanban firearms are sharp, that cannon actually hits so far, and there are such hand-thrown melee firearms, how can we break it?" ”

Nikan shook his head, his face turned from white to black, obviously quite depressed in his heart, a pair of eyes showed a fierce light, staring at the artillery arrays on both sides of the Kuizhou army, but he didn't speak for a while.

The rest of the many generals of the Qing army, naturally no one made a sound, and everyone pondered and thought about it, but no one could think of a way to crack this firearm.

The nobles had nothing to do, but they suffered the Han army that was hiding behind the shield cart like a turtle in front, Cao Zhenyan witnessed the majesty of the Kuizhou army killing and wounding the Mongolian cavalry, at that moment, he simply thought that the Ming army in front of him would throw out countless strange strips like he did with Khalchuhun in the next second, and then let him enjoy the baptism of fire and iron.

He was tempted to stop, and in fact, the advance of the Han army did stop.

(End of chapter)