As the smoke of gunpowder slowly faded over the battlefield, the sun was setting on the mountains to the west, and the sunlight in the afterglow was as brilliant as blood, spilling onto the earth, gilding the colorful mountains with a thin layer of gold dust.

Nikan stood in the setting sun, his white and red-trimmed armor wrapped in sunlight, radiating like a god.

But his expression was a little sluggish, his eyes were round, but he had no spirit, his hands trembled unconsciously, one of his hands, holding a well-made hard bow, if you take a closer look, you will find that the bow has a Manchu seal engraved text, this is the second year of Shunzhi, because of the merit of breaking Li Zicheng's department, Emperor Shunzhi personally gave him a royal bow.

He stretched out his other hand to draw the arrow from the quiver hanging on the side of the saddle, but the hand shook more and more, and he groped for his position.

As if his hearing had been lost, many of the white guards surrounded him, some guards were shouting at him, their mouths were violently opened and closed, their expressions were anxious, their faces were panicked, but Nikan was deaf and deaf and generally unresponsive.

His gaze looked past the hundreds of guards guarding in front of him, past the many cavalry running like a tide, and looked at the dense smoke of gunpowder in the distance.

The Jurchens and Mongols mingled, pushing and scolding each other, disgusting each other and getting in their way.

At their feet, covered with corpses and stumps, countless soldiers in Qing army armor lay on the ground, blood overflowing, flowing all over the ground, and the horses that had lost their masters wandered alone, staring blankly and lonely at the people who were galloping from their side like carp crossing the river.

A quarter of an hour ago, the mighty army of the Qing Dynasty, which was as powerful as a mighty river, had collapsed like a giant tower, and the 10,000-strong cavalry like a torrent turned into ashes in the second huge explosion.

It was really devastating, and the mushroom cloud that rose into the sky after the explosion was higher than the mountain, and the ground under his feet was shaking, as if it was about to crack in the next second. The people who were wrapped in black smoke, whether they were cavalry foot soldiers or aristocratic pariahs, were all blown into the sky without exception, and the pieces of flesh and limbs flying in the air fell like rain, and the blood stained the ground red, mixed with the light of the afterglow and sunset, red and yellow, but there was a tragic beauty.

The Qing army dead soldier camp followed behind, and the Rui soldier camp behind, thousands of people in two platoons, originally used to wait for the cavalry to break the Ming army after the front of the formation, at this moment also suffered some impact, the shock wave generated by the explosion was too violent, and it actually spread to a place fifty zhang away, although no one was injured, but it was also shocked.

The wind blew away, and after half a quarter of an hour, the effect of the thunder was exposed in front of everyone.

A few feet deep craters scattered dotted on the ground of more than 100 zhang in front of the Kuizhou military formation, like stars, with these craters as the center, the radial four sides are full of corpses, there are horses and people, all of them are miserable corpse scenes, occasionally the whole corpse is preserved, lying far behind, bleeding from the mouth and nose, but it was shocked to death.

There were also remnants of cavalry, but no one dared to rush forward anymore, in the face of such a ghostly force, even the bravest people would be afraid, the Mongols were afraid of death, the Jurchens were also afraid of death, and when the irresistible force was displayed in front of them, the instinctive fear made them cringe as well.

Bolo's face was white, and he wanted to make a rough estimate of how many people had died in this catastrophe, but his eyes swept and dispelled this thought, because all he could see were corpses, and the surviving cavalry scattered around was like headless flies, and there was no way to count them.

An extremely fatal choice is in front of him, in this case, should he continue to rush, or turn around and run?

The surrounding Baya soldiers are all elite, even in the face of the desperate situation of all the former army killed, no one mutinied, all of them stood silently in place, maintaining the posture of engagement, but the originally arrogant and unscrupulous faces rarely showed a cowardly look.

Bolo looked back, and there was no indication in Nikan's direction, only the fierce beating of war drums and the sound of heroic trumpets slowly weakened, as when the Ming army first hit a big explosion.

He hesitated for a short time, and before he could make a decision, the Ming army on the opposite side came to his aid.

The Shenwei artillery arranged on the two wings of the Ming army's large array opened fire again, Yan Mingde and others looked at the thunder with hot eyes, like the iron cone hammer in the hands of Lei Gong, "bang" to knock out the entire cavalry array of the Qing army, envy panicked, lest they fall behind, and when the smoke dispersed, they immediately followed Wang Huan's military order, quickly aimed, filled the medicine and loaded the ammunition, and fired a round of iron bullets.

The whistling iron bullets made the chaotic Qing army a little more chaotic, and there were more and more people who turned around and ran, of course, mainly the Mongols, these guys are here to rob people, grab money, and grab things, and they can't afford to throw their lives here, so many people have died, and if you continue to fight, do you really think that buddies are stupid?

In the same way, the iron bullet that jumped in front of him made Bolo's face twitch, and it also became the last straw that crushed his psychological defense, if the cavalry that came and went like the wind could not get close to the Ming army within fifty zhang, what could the foot soldiers in his hands say such things?

There were also survivors of the Jurchen cavalry in front, but Jurchen nobles such as Dasu and Fei Yashar were nowhere to be seen, presumably lost in the smoke.

"Retreat! Go back! Bolo shouted hoarsely: "Keep the formation, don't mess up!" ”

The defeat is like a mountain, and no matter how powerful the army is, it cannot be uniform when it is defeated and retreated, especially when the defeated troops around it are chaotic, it is even more difficult.

Soon, some Mongols were dizzy and broke into the foot of the 2,000-strong sharp battalion in Bolo and knocked over a few people.

Some people scolded angrily, some screamed, and more people involuntarily looked back and forth.

The battlefield was already full of wolf smoke, and the Mongolian soldiers who were deaf to their ears were shocked by the sound of artillery, where did they care about getting anything else, and they ran away with one mind, and the dead battalion followed closely because they needed to break the formation at the first time, and often turned their heads and bumped into them, so they could hardly maintain the formation.

Nikan's eyes were straight, and he couldn't believe that this was true, and more than 20,000 soldiers were defeated like this, and they were defeated so badly, and they were defeated so inexplicably.

He recalled the process of this battle in his mind, this battle was not long, it was not an hour, it was not difficult to recall, every detail was clear.

"No problems, no errors." Nikan said to himself: "Every response is correct, sending cavalry to test, shield chariots to attract firepower, and a large group of cavalry to attack the front of the Ming army, are all correct, why......"

Every step is a textbook-like norm, every connection is extremely accurate, and the execution of subordinates is also very effective.

Nikan's gaze was far away, from the gap in the smoke of gunpowder, looking at the Shiling Pass from afar, how many Xiongguan giant cities had already surrendered to his feet, and now this short Guancheng has become a hurdle that cannot be overcome.

"It's a generational difference."

Wang Huan explained flatly.

"This is the generation difference, what we are fighting is a battle where there is a generation difference, let's put it this way, I use a bow and arrow, you use a big knife, even if your big knife is extremely sharp, I only need to shoot from a distance, I can shoot you down, but you can't hit me, how can this battle be fought?" He patiently said to Ma Wannian, who asked the question: "What we do now is to shoot with arrows, and the Tartar is the side with the knife." ”

Ma Wannian blinked, as if he understood, and seemed to be a little confused.

Wang Huan waved his hand, stopped the class, and said with a smile: "Drumming, trumpeting, and beating the water dogs!" ”

(End of chapter)