In front of the cavalry formation, a large group of cavalry gathered together to recover their strength, they gasped for breath, they were more tired than the horses, their faces were full of panic and pain, but they did not get much chance to rest, under the orders of the Chinese army, the chariot battalion also began to advance. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The large number of cavalry was not even in the mood to be tempted, and many of the cavalry fled directly to the north, and those who moved a little slower were frightened half to death by the sound of small firearms and firearms, and they left behind dozens of corpses, and also fled backwards or northwards.

The dust was flying all around, countless cavalry columns were fleeing like small snakes, and there were several cloud-like melee groups, there were constant gunshots, the smoke and dust were getting bigger and bigger, the firelight became blurred, and the strong smell of human sweat and horse sweat even overshadowed the bloody smell, and then people suddenly realized that they were fighting to the death under the scorching sun of midsummer.

The battlefield was fierce, full of fighting and shouting, and then the sound of artillery began again, and after nearly half an hour, the barrels of the artillery cooled, and the artillery team continued to fire.

Dufret walked between the artillery emplacements, stroking the barrels of each cannon, and only after making sure that they could be reloaded and fired did he order the artillery groups to continue loading and firing.

The shelling had just been done until the barrel of the cannon was red, and this time it was estimated that it would be able to fire at most six or seven rounds, and Dufrey told everyone to pay attention to adjusting the elevation angle, and it was necessary to fire in the most dense place of cavalry.

Each cannonball landed in the cavalry with great precision, and each time the column of smoke was raised, a large number of severed arms and stumps flew into the air along with the turf gravel.

The cavalry began to flee inexorably.

The sands to the north were full of fugitives, who had run past the first attack, and the second had been entangled in the phalanx, and only a few rangers had reached the Che Camp, but the Che Camp was also advancing, and their space was very limited.

Everywhere there were scattered and fleeing rangers, and they became the targets of the soldiers.

The soldiers and Mongol guides of the chariot battalion saw groups of soldiers killing with knives in their hands, slashing at the chest and neck, each of which could kill.

Dozens of soldiers wearing armor and iron masks smashed people with sticks in the ranks, their sticks weighed more than ten pounds, wrapped in iron, and each stick was pulled out hard, whether it was a person or a horse, they would be directly smashed and spew blood, and they were seriously injured if they did not die.

They also smashed the fallen people on the ground, smashing their heads flat with each blow.

Such a brutal scene made even the soldiers feel a little frightened when they looked at it, and a group of Mongolian guides had already turned their heads and did not dare to look at it.

The Iron Men were covered in blood and minced flesh, and the shining armor had turned a blood-red color.

By the time the ironmen had reached the chariot camp of the chariots, there were no more rangers who dared to pass in front of the jumping soldiers, and they preferred to die under the guns or firearms.

The iron men lifted their masks, their mouths were chapped, their robes were soaked, and each soldier was wearing a linen lining, and one could see that through the heavy iron armor, the hem of the lining was constantly dripping downward, and these droplets were of course the sweat of the soldiers.

Because of the heavy iron armor, the iron men did not dare to sit down, and someone dragged the corpses over, stacked five or six corpses together, and then sat on the corpses to rest.

The rest of the people did the same, and sat down in the same way.

More soldiers were sitting or half-lying on the pile of corpses, the phalanx had been pushed forward, the soldiers were physically exhausted, and the Chinese army ordered them to rest for the time being, and everyone hurried to recover their strength.

The phalanx of spears continued to advance, while the chariot battalion followed behind, and more Mongols fled to the sand, and a considerable number of them could not escape and were killed in front of the phalanx and the chacha camp.

The corpses piled up more and more, leaving a large number of corpses in the place where the merchant army had advanced.

Countless flags were discarded on the ground, and the ownerless war horses roared on the battlefield.

The sky was dark, smoke and dust covered the battlefield, and the cavalry outside the formation fled one after another, and the Mongolian main formation behind the formation had no more cavalry, and it was obvious that the Mongolian side had given up.

However, the merchant army did not give up, in the dull drums, the soldiers continued to move forward to kill the enemy cavalry, and the cavalry of the two cavalry companies rushed to the north at a high speed, constantly releasing the cavalry, brandishing the saber, and killing as many enemies as possible.

"Thirty years of fire falling across the Red River Loop...... Ma Chengen suddenly felt a burst of sadness, and he said: "I didn't expect to lose so badly today!" ”

Zhang Jiude's red gauze official robe was already soaked, and the four-grade supplement suit was wet on his body, and he said sincerely: "I never thought that it would be such a way to fight with a pure infantry formation to break the Beiyu cavalry." ”

"The ...... piled up of silver" Chen Hongfan's eyes were full of resentment, and he said: "Anyway, this matter was caused by He Yusheng and Zhang Han, and the military master can't spare him." ”

Ma Chengen said with a sneering face: "The person behind Zhang Wenlan is Wei Daqi, and Vice General Chen seems to be a loyal man, and he is going to have a hard encounter with Wei Daguan." ”

"The last will be lost." Chen Hongfan suddenly came to his senses...... Damn, what did you do, the Ma family is not easy to mess with, you have the opportunity to fight with Ma Chengen, and now you dare to provoke when you have no chance, this is looking for death.

Chen Hongfan's face changed to flattery, and said: "Let's think about it, the northern prisoners committed the border, and Yusheng came to the rescue, which is a great achievement." ”

Ma Chengen glanced at Chen Hongfan: "The generals are going to lead the cavalry to attack and kill the northern captives, and the generals will lead the headquarters to defend the city!" ”

The cavalry had long been prepared, and as soon as the Ming army left the city, the Mongol array was discovered.

Now nearly half of their cavalry was crossed by the merchant army, and the rest had no morale, and the two thousand cavalry out of the city were all elite armor, and most of them had shiny armor on their bodies, and there was a commotion in the center of the Mongols, and soon the banner was reversed, and then there was a rumbling sound of horses' hooves, and a few miles apart, the Mongolian army turned its horse's head very decisively and began to flee, even its own defeated and trapped troops were not wanted.

Desperate cries were heard everywhere, and the Yulin cavalry formed a sharp formation and quickly pursued in the direction of the Mongols' flight, and a large number of Mongol troops abandoned their herds and felt bags and began to flee all over the mountains.

Before dark, there is no longer an array in the north, there are scattered fleeing cavalry everywhere, the timing of the Ming army out of the city is very good, although it did not catch up with many fleeing horses, but the main force of the north captives also chased the complete abandonment of the system, and then came back to kill those who were cut off cavalry, and the results of killing and wounding were also very fruitful.

After dark, torches were lit everywhere, the smoke and dust gradually subsided, and the battlefield was littered with piles of dead bodies.

The soldiers led the chaotic horses together and began to feed these restless animals with beans and water.

Hundreds of recruits, armed with torches and long knives, began to cut off their heads and kill the seriously wounded northern captives.

There was a nobleman who looked like Taiji, seriously injured, crushed by the war horse, he desperately begged for mercy, but the soldiers saw that he was seriously injured, his abdomen was crushed, blood was still gushing out, and his intestines were dragged out.

There was a knight who had fallen off his horse and was a warrior, he rushed into the spear array several times, and killed several spearmen by his skillful horsemanship and killing skills, which attracted a lot of attention in the battle at that time, and now he was wounded, lying in a mud puddle full of blood, his face was soaked in a pool of blood, and his face was covered with blood, and when he saw the soldiers coming to kill, the Mongol scolded in Mongolian: "Han dog, beast, you must die well, you will go to hell!" ”

The soldiers ignored him, although everyone understood, and some people chanted the Buddha's name, perhaps feeling a little uneasy about the Mongol's words, but they still made a decisive move, and the sharp tip of the knife pierced into the man's neck, and the blade turned as the blood surged, slowly cutting off the head of the northern captive.

A few spearmen were angry that the Mongol had killed his robe, and they met up and slashed at the Mongol's corpse with their sabers until the flesh was blurred and even the shoulders and legs were severed.

The battlefield was full of cries, begs for mercy, cries, screams and other sounds, and in the light of torches, countless people were beheaded, and then hundreds, thousands, thousands of bloody heads were put together and piled up into a small hillside that was still bleeding.

There seemed to be slashing and shouting in the sand to the north, but it was dark and it was expected that the pursuers would soon retreat.

At this time, there were no stars in the starry sky, there was no moon in the sky, and it was dark everywhere, and the pursuers could not light the torches to pursue, so they could only give up.

As for how many Beiyu ran away tonight, how many people were scared and scattered and never returned, or how many people would die on the way, die in various accidents, or after this battle, whether the Ming Dynasty would consider recovering the Hetao, these things are not within the scope of consideration of the Shang Tuan Army.

"3,000 to 100,000 ......" near the desert area, the temperature difference between day and night is particularly large, Zhang Jiude's big red official robe is soaked during the day, and a cool breeze blows at night, which is really cold.

However, he couldn't take care of anything at this time, this Ming bureaucrat of about fifty had never been so shocked in his life!

Even when he was a Zhongjin Shi, he entered the palace with the same year from the open noon gate, looked up at the towering three major halls and buildings, and then was summoned by the emperor to meet with his majesty, and the excitement at that time has not been forgotten, but even if the situation at that time is compared with the present, it is far inferior.

3,000 to 100,000 is actually an exaggeration, the number of cavalry in the war company is close to 3,500, and then there are more than 5,000 soldiers, adding up to more than 9,000 people, close to 10,000 people.

The northern captives sent troops in waves, adding up to more than 50,000 people, less than 60,000 people.

Even so, it's amazing enough.

After all, the merchant army attacked with soldiers, and more than 3,000 people withstood the impact of more than 50,000 cavalry, and they have been moving forward to counterattack.