From common sense, using cavalry, especially heavy cavalry, to attack the infantry phalanx with support is an act of death, the biggest advantage of cavalry ------ will be slowed down and stagnant in a short distance, everyone knows that the stopped cavalry will face the ant-like foot soldiers to stab, the end will be very bleak.

This tactic is very risky, strictly speaking, the person who gives this kind of order does not follow the laws of the battlefield, even if he is just in the battle formation, he will not make such a mistake.

But Dorgon, the god of war, did it.

However, from his point of view, this is not a mistake, on the contrary, it is an indulgence of great trust in his own people.

The means of firearms have been exhausted, and the obstacles in front of the Ming army under the Shiling Pass are only the trenches and the earthen walls that are so short that horses can jump over, the trenches have been filled in by the Han army, and the remaining low walls should not be the moat that blocks the Mongolian iron cavalry.

He is gambling, betting that the Ming army will collapse in a hand-to-hand battle.

This is the experience accumulated in the face of the Ming army several times, whether it is in Liaodong, in the Central Plains, in the south of the Yangtze River, countless battles have proved this, as long as the Ming army's firearms blockade is broken, and dozens of people are killed in white-knuckle combat, the Ming army will turn around and flee, almost without exception.

So gambling, in Dorgon's view, should be the foregone conclusion.

Of course, this method of warfare will lose a large number of soldiers, there is no doubt about it, if there is a choice, Dolgon is not willing to use cavalry as sappers, but the Han army is not broken? Do you want the cavalry to come back and pull a new group of Han soldiers up?

No! This is an insult to the Qing Dynasty!

Retreating is tantamount to acknowledging Wang Huan's ability, how can Dolgon's words be taken back? If you go down to the city within a day, the boasted Haikou should be cashed in, otherwise where will the face of the regent be kept?

The generals of the Qing army are all sober, but no one dares to advise, the sea that can say this is not here, where do the rest of the people dare to pick the tiger's beard?

There were still several thousand of Sangar's men, for the news of his death had not spread far among the cavalry, and many did not know that their taiji had been reduced to corpses, and they began to storm the low walls and wooden fences under the leadership of their respective tribal leaders.

Bai Guangen knelt in the shield workshop, lowered his head, and looked at the horse shadow speeding by beside him.

The spears between the wooden fences stretched straight out, like hedgehogs waiting for the jackal's mouth.

The first horse hit it like a cannonball, directly hit the three spears, the huge impact force made the body of the ash rod bend like a full moon, at this moment the characteristics of the ash rod are undoubtedly reflected, they are like a bamboo full of toughness, bending and continuous, just the power transmitted by the tip of the gun is accumulated in the body of the gun.

When the war horse was exhausted in a few seconds, the pressure on the gun body also reached its peak, "Smack!" With a crisp sound, one spear finally broke, but the other two were still strong, and successfully strung the war horse into dead meat.

The knight on the horse flew away from the horse under the strong inertia, and with a leap of momentum, although he was dressed in iron armor, he was as light as an ape, and crossed the spear array in the air, stepped over the wooden fence nearly two people high, raised his broadsword high, and bent his legs viciously with a twisted face, and fell straight into the pile of people behind the wooden fence.

In an instant, among the spears in the third row, two spears turned around quickly, and the white-armored soldiers with guns shouted "Kill!" The blades with horizontal branches crossed in the air, accurately piercing the stomach of the Mongol soldier.

The two guns forked the man in the air, and the Mongolian soldiers could not go up or down, their legs kicked wildly, the blood flowed down their legs like a waterfall, and their intestines were exposed, and the white-armored soldiers standing below seemed to be drenched in a rain of blood, and their bodies were dyed red.

The two white-armored soldiers pressed down on the barrel of the gun, twisted the body of the gun, and threw the dead man out of the wooden fence.

Second horse, third horse...... Countless horses collided with the gun array of the Kuizhou army on the front of Baizhang almost at the same time, and the sound of "puff puff" spear blades into the flesh and the sound of "beep pop" gun barrels breaking one after another, and the fierce shouts of killing were overwhelming, and the dull sound of iron cannons resounded between the black clouds and the mud.

The cavalry's momentum was terminated in the first second, and the Kuizhou army's gun array was like a hard concrete wall, causing them to hit their heads and bleed.

If there was no low wall, under normal circumstances, the cavalry of the Qing army would have been mixed with the infantry of the Ming army at this time, fighting in a group, relying on the ferocity and martial arts of individual soldiers to win or lose.

The fact was that the low wall and wooden fence stopped the cavalry, so that they almost stopped outside the low wall, and had to struggle to pull away the corpses of their comrades strung on the spears in front of them to see the faces of the Ming army.

The predicted situation in which the cavalry crossed the wooden fence and the Ming army scattered and fled became the result of the cavalry dismounting as foot soldiers and fighting hand-to-hand battles.

"Kill!" Ma Qijin stretched out the spear from the shoulders of the soldiers in front of him, crossed the neck of a Mongolian soldier, and brought up a cloud of blood mist, the Mongolian soldier roared and climbed on the wooden fence, and slashed the wooden fence with a hand axe a few times, cutting a piece of wood almost off, before covering the wound and falling down unwillingly.

"See! Just hit it like that! Ma Qijin turned his head sideways, wanting to teach the rebel recruits who were standing beside him just now, but found that the young man, who looked no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, had fallen to the ground, and the tail of the spear in his hand had pierced into his stomach, and the person was already dead.

It should be caused by the lack of strength, the inability to carry the strength of the war horse, and the failure to hold the body of the spear well, and the horse that hit it knocked the spear back.

Ma Qijin shook his head, took the spear out of his stomach with one hand with an expressionless face, shook it in his hand, his eyes were red, and he roared and threw the spear as a javelin.

Not far away, Li Tingyu protected the gunner beside him, also with red eyes, waving the long knife in his hand.

His spear had been broken, but it was not broken by the war horse, it was cut by the Mongols with a knife, and on the wooden fence in front of him, there were four or five Mongols crawling, and these steppe men saw that there were cannons here, and the iron bullets were slaughtering the horsemen unscrupulously, and they pounced angrily.

"Come on! Let grandpa be happy and happy! Li Tingyu ripped off the blindfold, revealing the creepy wounded eye, and skillfully stabbed the long knife into and out of the thick wooden railing of the wooden fence, killing the Mongols and screaming.

But elsewhere, the fragility of the wooden fence crumbled under the onslaught of the Mongols' frenzy, and the thigh-thick wood did not last long under the powerful muscular cutting, and the slashing of weapons combined with the impact of human bodies soon showed signs of collapse.

Li Tingyu pushed a few steps away, shook the bloody long knife a few times, looked at the Qing soldiers hugging outside, held his breath, and shouted: "The spearman retreats, the crossbowman steps forward, and the knife and axe hand steps forward!" ”

The soldiers around him passed his words like drums and flowers, and the three rows of pikemen dragged the wounded soldiers, turned sideways, and quickly retreated, and the crossbowmen, sword and shield soldiers, and crescent axe men rushed up behind.

The Kuizhou army as a whole took four or five steps back, giving way to a clearing behind the low wall.

The crossbowman came up, the flat end of the mountain crossbow, coldly looked at the Qing soldiers who were desperately chopping wood, and those who dared to climb the wooden fence and wanted to turn over were shot directly with a few arrows.

"Boom!" The first section of the fence was pushed in the shouts, and the sturdy Mongol soldiers, wielding axes and knives, were exposed under the crossbowmen's noses.

Then a few rows of arrows were fired.

Almost all of the Qing soldiers at the front were hit by dozens of arrows, fluttered a few times like porcupines, and fell headlong on the ground mixed with mud and blood.

Li Tingyu held the knife in both hands, his fingers tightened tightly on the somewhat sticky hilt, and his feet were wrong, and he blew past the crossbowman like a whirlwind.

A Mongol soldier who was a head taller than him stepped on the corpse on the ground and strode towards him, holding a mace high above his head with force enough to kill a cow.

Li Tingyu's eyes and the Mongolian soldiers, the eyes in the air collided as if they had hit a tangible electric light, but there was no delay in his hand, the long knife blade was from the bottom to the top, the last came first, and it turned into a cold light like lightning, and at the same time, his body flashed slightly to the right, and when the mace fell from his side, the knife had already cut through the stomach of the Mongolian soldier and disemboweled.

The Mongolian soldier knelt on the ground, his eyes glazed down, but Li Tingyu had already stepped past him and faced another Qing soldier.

"Push it over! Push them out! Li Tingyu's voice was louder than the sound of war drums, reaching into the sky, excited and fanatical, just like the crowd on the ground that was madly entangled.

Swords and swords, flesh and blood burst out.

(End of chapter)