Hundreds of zhang away, the overwhelming black smoke and dust covered the sky, and the wall of smoke formed after the explosion of a large amount of yellow gunpowder was like a tangible substance, completely blocking everyone's sight, and the Kuizhou army could not see the Qing army, and the Qing army could not see the Ming army.

The battlefield is divided into two parts by this wall of smoke.

On the other side of the smoke, the galloping Mongolian cavalry was frightened by the violent explosion, and the people shouted that the horses neighed, and the speed that had just been lifted immediately slowed down, and some of the cavalry who rushed quickly were also startled by their mounts, were lifted off their horses, and fell to the ground.

The Mongol soldiers were so frightened that no one had ever seen it before, and it was impossible for the cavalry to ignore the corpses of the Han soldiers scattered in the smoke and still rush forward bravely.

Everyone understands that even if you ride a horse, the explosion you just encountered would definitely not look better than the death of the foot soldier behind the shield cart.

The rumbling of horses' hooves stopped, and the cavalry gradually slowed down, and finally stopped two hundred feet away, and waited and watched.

The Qing army was in the rear, Nikan was also shocked, the effect of the thunder not only frightened the Mongolian cavalry, but also made the Jurchen soldiers afraid, although the dead battalion and the Rui battalion were still moving slowly, but the fear flickering in the eyes of the soldiers was faintly visible.

"Lord Wang, the firearms of the Ming army ......" Ma La, who was guarding Nikan's side, muttered softly, his tone full of disbelief: "...... are too domineering, how did they do it?" ”

He was not the only Jurchen nobleman who felt shocked and almost speechless, Bolo, who accompanied the advance of the Ruishi battalion, and Dasu, Fei Yasha, who led the Jurchen cavalry to follow behind the Mongols, also turned pale, staring at the black smoke floating in front of them, as if they wanted to pierce the smoke with their eyes and see what tricks the transparent army played.

Ma La's brain was like falling into an ice cellar, his thinking had been numb and stagnant, the development of the battle situation was completely different from his prediction in advance, the Ming army under Shiling Pass was not a fish meal, but an iron plate.

At the beginning, he poked his words, claiming that although the Ming army in Shiling Pass was strong, but with the strength of the Qing army, the bold words that could be made overnight seemed to be as ridiculous as a pig flying in the sky.

The initial shelling and the explosion just now, at least tens of thousands of men and horses were lost, but they didn't even touch the side of the Ming army, and this kind of battle situation was unprecedented.

Thinking of this, Ma La's legs were trembling, in case, if in case, if this battle is defeated, how can he deal with himself?

"Keep beating the drums! Keep blowing the trumpet! Who told you to stop?! ”

The roar of a lion sounded in his ears, waking him up from his stupor, and he looked around to see Nikan, like an angry Vajra, shouting at the man behind him.

The long knife in his hand has been unsheathed, and the long knife inlaid with a huge sapphire is cold and shining, obviously worth a lot of money, the blade is sharp, and he pointed to the dozen or so strong men who stood in a daze and forgot to beat the drum, that look, as if he was going to eat these people.

The strong men were stunned, picked up the mallets in their hands like rabbits, puffed out their cheeks and beat the drums desperately, and those who played the trumpets also hurriedly picked up the trumpets and continued to blow long, low notes.

Before Mala could come to his senses, Nikan's serpent-like gaze swept over.

"You also go, take my Baibaya Laa soldiers, follow behind Boluo's people, if you can't enter Shiling Pass, you don't have to come back." The cold words erupted from Nikan's mouth, and everyone could hear the anger in the indifference, the gem long knife had been put into the scabbard, but Mala could still feel the chill coming out of the sheath.

Mala looked into the distance, the smoke blown away by the mountain wind gradually dissipated, and the large array of the Baijia Ming Army in front of him, which was as steady as Mount Tai, appeared in the eyelid again, as at the beginning, without the slightest wavering.

Gritting his teeth, Ma La dispelled the words that advised Nikan to collect his troops and go back to discuss first, Nikan's expression had clearly explained what he meant: If you don't capture Shiling Pass today, no one will want to go back.

Mala bowed to Nikan and did not look back.

In front, the Mongol soldiers, who had just stopped their horses' hooves, heard the sound of war drums and trumpets behind them, urging people to advance.

The Mongol soldiers were in an uproar, some people urged the horses to advance and some people stagnated, and the neat impact platoon suddenly dispersed in a chaotic manner, and some tribes who were not so afraid and loyal to the Qing court, after witnessing the fate of the Han army, began to resist, of course, with the Jurchen cavalry on the side, they did not dare to openly disobey, but it was okay to drag and procrastinate.

Some of the tribal cavalry close to the side even deliberately ran to the side, running away more and more, as if the target of their impact was not the Ming army, but the mountain on one side.

The Jurchen cavalry led by them numbered about 2,000 people, which was only a minority compared to the Mongol soldiers of nearly 10,000 people, but they were like wolves driving sheep in the back of the formation.

"Accelerate! Hasten! Don't stay! Dasu and the others roared, raising the weapons in their hands high, and the leading standard-bearers climbed the flags, lined up in a horizontal line, and urged the Mongolian soldiers from behind: "Minggou firearms can only shoot from a distance, and if they are close, they are scrap iron!" Hurry up! ”

The cavalry brigade has been approaching, when the shield car Han army was wiped out, they were also very close to the Ming army, although there was a stagnation, but the mobility of the cavalry was there, and in a few jumps came to the place where Cao Zhenyan died.

The wreckage and corpses of the shield carts all over the ground did not slow the pace of the cavalry at all, they were all men who grew up on horseback, and horses were their closest relatives and property, and few people were better than them in equestrianism.

Stepping on the blood all over the ground, the cavalry roared like a small shout, and a hundred zhang away, it was the large formation of the Baijia Ming Army.

They clenched the maces and broadswords in their hands, and shouted "Kill!" "Rush! Words like that, slamming the war horse under the crotch. The horses flew on all fours, galloping with all their might.

Thousands of horses galloped together, the momentum was so magnificent that it was like a dynamic picture scroll devouring the sky and the earth, the majestic hoof overwhelmed all the sounds, the whole heaven and earth only the horses neighed, a black line pressed over, like a layer of black clouds in the sky, the earth trembled, as if moaning, and standing in front of them, there will be an illusion of the arrival of heavenly soldiers.

All the people were burning in a kind of anger and excitement, and the adrenaline stimulated the brain at high speed, making everyone's blood boil, and with the march of the horse's hooves, this excitement became more and more intense, so intense that they forgot why the kind of big explosion that the Ming army had just created did not happen a second time?

Nikan's idea was that this kind of explosion, like a powder magazine fire, could not have come a second time so quickly, and according to his understanding of firearms, even if it was a Franc cannon, it would take half an hour for the second shot to be fired, and there would be no second time before the cavalrymen's knives were on the necks of the Ming army.

Fast is the magic weapon, which is the only way to fight against the Ming army with the advantage of firearms.

On the other side, Li Tingyu and Ma Xintian also seemed to be a little impatient.

"What are you procrastinating so slowly?" Li Tingyu frowned and muttered, estimating the distance between the cavalry and himself with one eye: "Okay, within a hundred zhang, you can open fire!" ”

The next second, a roar sounded.

"Group A 6-20!"

"Group B below six to twenty!"

"Eighty feet ahead!"

"Put!"

The red flag fell, and the medicine bag was discharged.

(End of chapter)