Wu Ping firmly remembered the words of Chen Xiaoyang, the commander of the Marine Corps battalion who had been with him for several days, when he was testing the gun, so at the beginning, he faced him directly, and when the distance between the two sides was about two hundred steps, Wu Ping reined in his horse's head, and the rebel cavalry began to turn around here, as if they were afraid of the Mongolian cavalry who were rushing in, fierce and insistent on revenge. [No pop-up novel network]

Their turn to the side really aroused the morale of those Mongolian cavalry, shouting and scolding, waving the scimitar in their hands, and pounced viciously, and just when the distance between the two sides was close to about 100 paces, the dense gunshots suddenly rang out, and those facing the wind and snow rushed towards the rebel cavalry, and the Mongolian cavalry in the front fell to the ground one after another.

"Fuck that again, damn it!" The staff department said that Gude couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, reined in the horse's head, roared angrily, and slashed a few times at the wind and snow in the air, as if he wanted to vent the anger and helplessness accumulated in his chest.

"Rush up, entangle them, don't give them a chance to reload." The Mongol cavalry shouted, urging their mounts to chase after the seemingly embarrassed rebel cavalry.

Shi Xianggu still stood proudly in the wind and snow, calmly paying attention to everything that happened on the battlefield, just two miles away, just outside the battlefield of life and death under the cliff, because the sudden appearance of the rebel cavalry had already begun to make the Mongolian cavalry begin to hesitate, whether to send it to death at any cost, or to turn around and chew and swallow the rebel cavalry, and then quietly escaped, disappearing in the distance to lick and wipe their wounds.

The cavalry was very cunning, they were always with those who ran wildly for several days, and after several shocks of extreme horsepower, the horsepower of the exhausted Mongolian cavalry circled the open ground, and the revolver in their hands allowed them to easily control the reins with one hand, aim with the other, and harvest the lives of those Mongolian cavalry who dared to approach with the shining metal bullets.

The hearts of the Mongolian cavalry were filled with a lot of helplessness and anger, if it weren't for the fact that they had been rushing for several days to make their mounts reach the limit, if it weren't for the fact that the deputy commander Tengger was greedy for merit and too arrogant, and hurriedly launched an attack before ascertaining the strength of the opponent, today, they could not be so embarrassed, and the enemy in front of them was like a reef that could not stand even if it was washed by the storm.

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In the rear, however, the cavalry was like a swarm of pesky vampire bats, buzzing around, treating the Mongol cavalry as a piece of delicious cheese, passing by from time to time, taking a bite, digging a groove, making people suffer and bleed, but they couldn't catch up.

"Almost, the rebels have too few cavalry, and I don't want them to have too many casualties, tell the soldiers, don't stay any longer, fight back! Order the artillery battalion, extend the shooting! After Shi Xianggu put down the telescope hanging on her chest, she gave her final order.

The Mongolian cavalry, who had been slapping the defensive positions of those black-clothed soldiers one by one like the waves that slapped the sea rocks, suddenly found that the pressure was light, and the bullets fired by the other party seemed to have stopped, and they were much thinner, and they couldn't help but be overjoyed, howling loudly, waving their scimitars, urging the mounts under them, intending to break the enemy in one fell swoop, and at this time, a large number of grenades, almost uncounted, suddenly emerged from the defensive positions of the black-clothed men, floated into the air, and then fell......

Drip, drip, drip, the loud and passionate charge horn finally sounded, piercing through the howling wind and snow, and resounding through the field. The fierce counterattack charge suddenly began, and countless grenades were thrown at the Mongol cavalry who were overwhelmed by their counterattack, and many more raised their swords, clutched their revolks, and rushed out of the trench and rushed towards the Mongol cavalry, who had lost their souls.

They are soldiers, the proudest and bravest soldiers in the world, as long as they still have the strength to hold their swords and guns, as long as they hear the loud trumpet, they will rush forward, even if the opponent is cavalry, even if the opponent is armed to the teeth, they are confident that they can crush the enemy under their feet.

Blocked by the corpses of robes and horses, the Mongol cavalry that had lost their speed also included men who were not afraid of death, either with bows and arrows, or jumped off their horses, wielding scimitars, waiting for their opponents to approach.

But the other party lacked the courage to face them face to knife, and actually used that kind of damn fire gun to shoot first, and then make up for it, and then drew out the war knife covered with blood, and continued to move towards the next target, and in the rear, one grenade after another continued to throw towards those Mongolian cavalry, and the artillery fire began to extend and shoot, the snow fell heavier and stronger, the wind became stronger and stronger, and in the end it was a dazzling and cold white, but on the battlefield where the two sides were fighting, the blood was mixed with the black mud that had been dug up, Looking down from the sky, it looks like a clean white napkin, wrapped in a ball of ketchup and chocolate liquor, and it looks so ugly.

By this time, the Mongols had already begun to panic, the terrible lethality of the cannonballs and grenades that smashed down their heads and faces, and the firearms in the hands of those despicable Han people who seemed to never stop firing, and more importantly, the superb swordsmanship of those Han people who were jet-black and did not lose their skills, and their same, or even more fearless fighting spirit, had scraped away the pride engraved in their bones with war knives.

Cavalry is currently the fastest type of force in the world, whether it is attacking, retreating or fleeing, and now, the Mongol cavalry, which has lost all fighting spirit, is scattering, like a swarm of headless flies, fleeing in all directions in a panic.

"The artillery battalion immediately stopped firing! At this time, there is no longer any need to waste ammunition. Seeing this scene, Shi Xianggu exhaled slowly, her body, which had not been active for a long time, and her somewhat stiff body was finally able to relax. And a thick and warm cloak wrapped her tightly through the hands of her personal guard captain Xiaobai.

"Miss, it's a pity, we can't wipe out this Mongolian cavalry." Xiao Bai looked at the Mongols who were scattering in all directions, and at this time, even the Mongolian cavalry that was still chasing the rebel cavalry just now joined the ranks of the rout, and fled towards the way they came, or up and down the river bank, never wanting to turn back.

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"Let them live, it's nothing, anyway, let them know how powerful we are, it is equivalent to putting a lingering cloud on the hearts of their proud Mongols, so that they can understand that this world is no longer an era of riding and shooting the world, it is an era of iron and fire, and it is our era." Shi Xianggu's eyes turned to the north, as if she could penetrate the barrier of thousands of mountains and rivers, and saw the dragon flag of the Qing Dynasty trembling in the cold wind, this wind and snow will not only herald the arrival of the harsh winter, but also the omen that the end of the Qing court is not far away.

This decaying empire will eventually collapse before our eyes, and it will not be too far in the future. Shi Xianggu thought of her husband's words, the corners of her mouth curved slightly, and her pretty face, which was as cold as frost, revealed a trace of tenderness, like the tender shoots that came out of the gap between the ice and snow, which was extraordinarily delicate and eye-catching.

"Miss is thinking about Young Master Liang again, right?" Xiao Bai covered her lips and said with a low smile, Shi Xianggu couldn't help but blush slightly, and glanced left and right, fortunately, the people around didn't pay attention to the strangeness here. "You girl, you have become a parent, and you don't have a proper shape."

"Hmph, anyway, I'm like this, I didn't learn it from you, Miss, so the scholar didn't dare to care about me." Xiaobai raised his pretty face, with a look of pride, he had been married to that Bai Shusheng for half a year, but his surname that was born to jump off has not changed at all.

Shi Xianggu could only shake her head, wrapped her cloak, and walked towards the bottom of the cliff, for her, the battle was over, and now she was thinking about how to escort these people to Haifeng safely, and then board the ship and set sail, I believe that at this time, Zhu Lian had mobilized enough ships to wait for the arrival of these people in Haifeng.

Shi Xianggu is not worried about the safety of Haifeng, because as long as the intelligence officers scattered around the area find the slightest abnormality, they will give back the news, and the warships of the First Fleet can enter Haifeng at any time, with a strong navy as a cover, Shi Xianggu does not think that the Qing army in Shandong has any ability to sabotage this operation.

Three days later, the hurried Qing officers and soldiers finally arrived at the bank of the Xuanhui River, and looked at the corpses of the Mongolian cavalry that had been frozen as hard as iron from the snow, and almost all of the 70,000 Qing soldiers were clouded in their minds.

"Marshal, a total of more than 1,500 corpses of Mongolian cavalry have been found on this tidal flat, and there are many more...... There are many severed limbs and stumps that can no longer be distinguished, and it is estimated that the number of dead and wounded is less than 2,000. "A staff member stepped into the tent of the Chinese army that was temporarily set up, and respectfully reported to the middle-aged commander with a thin face and a handsome face." The last general also specially let people check the battlefield, there are indeed many deep pits, like the effect caused by the flowering bomb, but it is just ...... In the end, it was thought that at least twenty pounds or more of flowering bullets might be able to be inflicted. ”

And this coach, if Liang Pengfei is here, he will definitely recognize it, it is He Shen's own brother He Lin, after He Lin heard the report of his subordinates, he just raised his eyebrows, turned his face to look at the old crotch beside him, and the marching counselor minister Yongbao.

(To be continued)