The surging cavalry is like a flood, mixed with the breath of death rolling in, under the pressure, it seems that all the objects in front of it will be wiped out, real people block killing, Buddha blocks killing Buddha.

The row of sword and shield bearers was only about 200 people, and it happened to be two hundred-man teams, standing in front of Yan Mingde and other gunners in a wide and loose manner, like a group of not so reliable tree stumps, not knowing how to advance or retreat, not afraid of strong enemies, nailed to the ground without moving.

The leading centurion, his eyes were fixed on the figure of Karchuhun running in the front, his eyes were sharp and fearless, and his pupils reflected the undulating bodies of the Mongolian cavalry getting closer and closer, and the strange shouts of killing were close to his ears, but his right hand, which was raised above his head, still firmly grasped the sparkling extinguishing bullet, without a trace of trembling.

All the Kuizhou soldiers maintained the same posture, although cold sweat slowly ran down their necks, but no one flinched, and from a distance, it looked like a few lone palm trees lined up to try to stop a tsunami when it was about to hit the shore.

When the stone ridge was closed, Wang Huan's eyes narrowed as if he had been staring at this side, as if casually asking Ma Wannian behind him: "How many recruits are there in this batch of swords and shields?" ”

Ma Wannian has the dual duties of his security captain and secretary, he is literate and hyphenated, and has martial arts, but he is very suitable, and has been doing a good job, at this time listening to Wang Huan's question, he immediately replied: "A group of recruits selected from the good people of Shaanxi have been added to each thousand-person team, accounting for about three percent." ”

Wang Huan nodded, stopped talking, and still stared at the left wing.

At this moment, the focus of the entire battlefield is concentrated on the position of the left flank of the Ming army, everyone can see that as long as the Mongolian cavalry can break through the artillery array on the left flank, it is equivalent to cutting off one hand of the Ming army, and there is a huge gap between the artillery array and the main force of the Kuizhou army. No matter how strong the Ming army is, it will collapse.

In the Ming and Qing armies, all the people focused their eyes on the left, and the Han army led by Cao Zhenyan in front was slowly approaching, but it was not so noticeable.

Li Tingyu and Ma Xintian, who were in front of the Le Ma formation, of course, also hung one eye on the Han army that was forcing over like a snail, but their movements were too slow, and at this time, there were still a few miles away from the Kuizhou military bird commander, no matter from which point of view, there was no need to be overly concerned.

In the chaos, no one noticed the Qing army, and the three generals of the Ming army who were originally standing in front of the formation are now only two.

Karchuhun has already rushed into the left flank of the Ming army, his horse has accelerated to the fastest, four hooves flying, the horse is like a swimming dragon, turning his figure into an afterimage, the long-handled war knife clenched in both hands, obliquely slashed at the side, like a horizontal sickle, waiting to harvest life.

Looking at the position of the Ming saber and shield hand, I felt even more shocked, the cavalry was like a surging wave, pouring in, the earth trembled, and irresistible fear rushed from the ground down the legs to the brain.

"Steady!" The centurion shouted, though his legs were shaking.

As soon as the horse was close to a zhang, a few breaths between breaths, it crossed a distance of dozens of zhang, the centurion was already sweating like rain, he unconsciously stretched out his tongue to lick the sweat on his forehead to the side of his mouth, salty and salty made people feel more bitter.

All the men, horses, and knives were gone, and all that was in his sight was the ever-growing outline of Khalchuhun, until the horse's hooves stepped on the ground, a landmark that had been prepared for a long time.

The landmark was a tall clump of thatch, and as Karchuhun's horse swept by, the centurion threw the bomb in his hand like a red-hot carbon pellet, and shouted in a loud voice: "Throw! ”

The foot-long extinguishing bomb circled in the air and flew out like a meteor.

Two hundred exterminating bullets were taken off at the same time, and all the sword and shield hands turned the fear in their hearts into strength and instilled them into their arms, and the muscles that had been tensed for a long time burst out with tremendous power at that moment, and several people almost threw their bodies out after they got rid of them, staggering forward a few times, and running a few steps in embarrassment before steady.

The sparks were churning in the air, jumping and smashing towards the oncoming Mongolian soldiers, and the galloping Karchuhun was gathering strength in his arms, wondering which blind Ming army's head to cut in his heart.

As soon as there was a flower in front of him, a kaleidoscope of extinguishing bombs was thrown in his face, which made him first startled, thinking that it was a rocket, and then when he saw clearly that it was a bamboo tube between the lightning and flint, he was stunned.

Like countless generals who had fought with the Kuizhou army, Karchu was at a loss as to what he had smashed, and when he knew, it was too late.

Boom Boom!

A row of mushroom clouds that exploded almost simultaneously rose like a wall of flames, and they were born before the Mongol cavalry went on their way, and the cavalry running in front of them suddenly turned on their backs and flew into the sky.

Rushing to the forefront is the heavy cavalry that the Mongols are proud of, these people are not bad compared to the Jurchen cavalry of the Eight Banners, everyone wears double armor, iron helmets, the most elite knights, even the war horses are equipped with leather armor, and the real ironclad cavalry is nothing more than that.

However, in the eyes of the iron nails shooting around, these armor are as funny as paper, the iron nails penetrate the chain mail and armor, as if they have shot through layers of tofu, and the heavy cavalry at the center of the explosion are responsible for the most dangerous task of breaking the formation with their hard and solid armor, and naturally they will die the fastest.

Under the cutting of the flying pieces of broken iron and iron nails, the Mongols fell to the ground one after another, and the stumps and flesh flew everywhere, and farther away, the shock wave of the explosion came one after another, and the cavalry who were a little far away and did not have the iron nails shot through the armor were knocked off their horses by the shock wave, and the invisible shock wave was like a big hammer, hitting their bodies, and all of them fell to the ground with ear and nose bleeding and convulsed.

This kind of close-range attack was even more terrifying than the previous one, and the Mongols, who were a little stunned by the bombing, didn't even know what had blown them up.

Karchuhun was the quickest to die, and the centurion's exterminator was aimed at him, in front of his horse, and almost as soon as his horse stepped on it, the exterminator exploded.

Even the man and the horse were torn apart, and when half of his body fell from the sky, he still had a little consciousness in his mind, but this man was terriblely brave, dragging his intestines on the ground and crawling for more than a foot before he died of anger.

The Mongolian soldiers of the brigade were crowded together, the people in front were killed and wounded by the explosion, the people in the middle were so frightened that they quickly stopped their horses, and the people behind couldn't collect their horses, and they crashed into them one after another.

After the explosion of 200 exterminating bombs, a large puff of smoke and dust was formed, and it was almost impossible to see at each other, and the chaotic Mongols were scurrying around, and many people who were thrown to the ground were trampled to death by their own people.

In the Qing army's large array, Nikan and Bolo and others were almost speechless, as if they were frightened by the woman's eyes, their eyes widened and their mouths opened, and they stood on their horses at a loss.

"This is what Meng Qiaofang said about firearms! Definitely! After half a sound, Bolo roared frantically: "What Meng Qiaofang said, the Ming army has firearms like rolling thunder, thrown by human hands, one blow is like thunder, and a hundred people are like rolling thunder in the sky, and the sky is shattered when it explodes, and the people and horses are wiped out, what he said must be this!" ”

Da Su's face was pale, his eyes were fluttering, he was stunned for a long time, and suddenly said to Nikan and Bolo like a demon: "Two princes, when you shoot with firearms, there will be a flash of firelight, and Nanban just throws some short things, not like firearms, I think it looks like witchcraft!" There are many high-ranking people among the Nanban, and the magic they practice is strange, so it is better to find some shamans and break the ......"

Nikan turned around, and his backhand was a slap in the face, and he slapped Dasu in the face fiercely, and with a crisp "snap", he almost fell off the horse.

"Lord Wang......" Dasu covered his face and looked at Nikan stupidly.

Nikan gritted his teeth, his face was as angry as that of the Fire King Kong, and he pointed at Dasu's nose and said angrily: "Evil words confuse the people and mess with the hearts of our army!" If it weren't for the fact that you have fought for many years and have a little credit, this king would have cut you down now! Get out, go down and get forty sticks yourself! ”

Da Su was so reluctant that he didn't dare to make a sound, so he covered his face and retreated.

Nikan's anger was still unsubsided, and Tie Qing looked again at the left flank, which was still filled with gunsmoke, where the chaotic Mongol cavalry, uncommanded, was running around like headless flies.

"Mingjin!" Nikan gritted his teeth and said, "Let Khalchuhun come back!" ”

Wang Huan at the head of the city, as if he heard Nikan's words, smiled slightly, and said to Ma Wannian: "There is yin and yang in the arts, and the soldiers are very positive, and it would be a pity not to eat the bait sent to the door." ”

Ma Wannian understood, turned back and made a gesture.

A loud suona sound sounded again, and the excitement fell like a torrential rain, echoing in mid-air.

When Nikan heard this, his color changed, and he hurriedly turned around, and wanted to choose someone from among the generals to give the order.

Before he could move, he only heard the sound of horses' hooves rising sharply in the Ming army's formation.

Countless white-armored cavalry rushed out from behind Yan Mingde's artillery array, like a storm, and rushed towards the Mongolian soldiers who were still scurrying around.

The leaders of the team were Ding Guodong and Li Dingguo.

Li Dingguo ran the fastest, the first cavalry general in the Great Western Army, wearing white armor and red hair, and the red tassels on the iron helmet on his head were like a touch of red plum in the snow, jumping non-stop.

The riding spear in his hand is three feet long, pointing ahead, the sharp blade of the snow is so sharp that it makes people tremble, his handsome face on weekdays is full of strong killing intent, his eyes are like flames burning, and he shouts in his mouth: "Kill the Tartar~~!" ”

The white cavalry swarmed out from the left flank of the Ming army like a white swimming dragon, and like an extremely sharp knife, it broke out of the smoke and dust, and cut into the Mongols who gathered in a heap like a mess.

The collision of iron and flesh, the first battle under Shiling Pass, officially kicked off.

(End of chapter)