The Jurchen cavalry behind gradually pressed up, but the speed had slowed down, and they kept passing over the corpses in front, and they continued to become new corpses, and the corpses of men and horses, between the two hills, had been lined up for more than twenty paces.

The Jurchen cavalry was indeed well-trained, and there was no sign of retreat, so they kept moving forward.

Some clever Jurchen soldiers found that they were safe as long as they stepped on the corpse, and those who bypassed the corpse were likely to encounter a new explosion.

The corpses of the war horses were too high and slippery for the cavalry to step on, and the Jurchen cavalry, who were brave enough to move forward, began to deliberately drop their horses' hooves on their companions, regardless of whether their companions were dead or wounded, as long as they lay on the ground, it was their stepping stone.

Truly step on the corpse of your companion.

The Ming soldiers on the opposite side looked stupid, and they all said that Jiannu was cruel, and it turned out that they were no exception to their own people.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh......"

Before they knew it, the Jurchen cavalry was close to the range of their bows and arrows, and they released their arrows as they charged, and two Ming soldiers were hit by arrows.

"Get out of range of Jiannu." The Ming army led shouted.

The soldiers of the Ming army came to their senses at this time, they looked stupid just now, they didn't retreat at all, they just stood in place and watched Jiannu horses step on their companions.

The two wounded Ming soldiers were helped onto their horses and, accompanied by two companions, left first.

The battle entered a one-sided slaughter, the Ming army retreated step by step, but it could always shoot some Jurchen cavalry, and the Jurchen cavalry continued to advance and fall, but they could not hurt a single hair of the Ming army.

"Get on the horse, the mines are less than twenty paces." The Ming army led by the Ming army made a gesture, and the other Ming soldiers immediately put away their flintlock muskets, and they all jumped on their horses and marched to the northwest without any souvenirs.

"It's not good, the Ming army is going to escape."

The Jurchen soldiers soon discovered the Ming army's intentions, and they shouted and quickened the pace of pursuit, regardless of whether there were the corpses of their companions at the foot of the horses' hooves.

More dense explosions were heard from underground, more horses were overturned, and more soldiers fell from mid-air.

In the blink of an eye, the Ming army turned into small black dots in their sight, and they obviously couldn't catch up.

The remnants of the army had no choice but to return to the big tent and send someone to report to Mang Gurtai.

"Smack!"

Before he could finish the narration, Mang Gurtai slammed the bag containing the mare's milk wine to the ground, and the scattered mare's milk wine splashed his head and face, and he wiped the residue from his face with his hands, and the cold mare's milk wine did not drive away Mang Gurtai's anger.

He picked up his horsewhip and slashed his head and face at the soldier who had reported to him.

It wasn't until he was tired of his convulsions, perhaps the smell of blood that permeated the tent, that he gradually calmed down, and he kicked the soldier out of the tent.

Mang Gurtai threw away his horsewhip and paced around the tent with his hands behind his back.

He crossed the Sancha River with only three Jiala, 4,500 soldiers, and in less than a day, his soldiers suffered more than 1,700 casualties, more than one Jiala.

Even if the three Gela who were the rear army rushed to Quang Ninh, he had less than five Kala soldiers.

Mang Gurtai began to feel Yue Tuo's pain, in front of the Ming army's superior firearms, in front of the Ming army's various tactics, Mang Gurtai felt that he had the strength of his body, but he couldn't use it.

Now, he can only hope that the rear army will arrive early, once the rear army joins him, he will concentrate all his forces to attack the city, as long as the city of Guangning is taken, the Ming army will lose its reliance.

Mang Gurtai took another bag of mare's milk wine in his hand, and then paced out of his tent of the Chinese army, and he was going out of the camp himself to comfort the wounded and frightened soldiers.

When it was just dark, Mang Gurtai had drunk enough mare's milk wine, and was about to lie down in the quilt, when there was movement outside.

"Bang, bang."

"Bang, bang."

To the east and north of the Great Tent, two gunshots rang out almost simultaneously.

"What's going on?" Mang Gurtai got out of the quilt and put on his leather armor, "Is it the Ming army coming to steal the camp?" ”

It came suddenly, went without a trace, and after the gunshots, the night fell silent again.

It took a long time before his own soldiers got into Mang Gurtai's big tent, "Lord Belle, it's the stragglers of the Ming army, they killed two of our sentinels. ”

"Ming Army? Then why didn't you chase ...... Wait, the situation at night is unknown, don't pursue for the time being, just hold on to the big tent, and after dawn, it's not too late to pursue again. ”

Mang Gurtai himself doesn't believe it, after dawn, the Ming army will still wait for you to chase after you?

"Yes, Lord Belle." The soldiers bowed down and retreated away from Manggultai's tent.

Mang Gurtai unfastened his leather armor again and burrowed back into the quilt.

"Bang, bang."

"Bang, bang."

"Bang, bang."

The sporadic sound of gunfire continued to reach Mang Gurtai's ears, flickering east and west, flickering far and near.

Mang Gurtai and Yi were lying on the bed, his hands pillowed behind his head, and he could only look at the roof of the big tent in a daze in the night: This Ming army does not stop at night, don't they sleep?

But Mang Gurtai knew that this was by no means a camp stolen by the Ming army, and he didn't have to get up in a hurry, but the gunfire of the Ming army disturbed him and made him unable to sleep for a while.

In the second half of the night, Mang Gurtai thought that the gunfire of the Ming army would stop, but the Ming army made it clear that he would not let him sleep well, and although the gunfire was sparse, it sounded until dawn.

The pro-soldiers may have been accustomed to the gunfire of the Ming army, and did not come to report the military situation to Mang Gurtai.

At dawn, the extremely tired Mang Gurtai fell asleep at the sound of gunfire, and he was also accustomed to the gunfire of the Ming army, which was like a lullaby in the night.

Mang Gurtai rarely slept in, and when he woke up in the morning, he yawned lazily with a pair of dark circles under his eyes.

The soldiers handed over warm mare's milk wine and roast leg of lamb.

Mang Gurtai grasped the same with one hand: "How was the situation last night?" ”

"Lord Belle, we have seven dead sentinels, and ...... another"

Mang Gurtai's heart sank suddenly: "What about the other? ”

The eyes of the soldiers were full of helplessness: "Eighty-eight rangers were sent out last night, and only thirty-six came back this morning, and they were all ambushed by the Ming army. ”

"So many casualties?" Mang Gurtai gasped, and forgot to chew the roast leg of lamb in his mouth, "The rangers are specially trained, they often walk in remote areas in order to spy on the military situation and avoid the opponent, the rangers have such heavy casualties, how many ambushes do the Ming army have to deploy in the field?" ”

"Lord Belle, maybe some of the rangers have been delayed, and they may be on their way back." The soldiers really couldn't bear to see Mang Gurtai lose his mind.

"Even if there were, it wouldn't be too much," Mang Gultai shook his head, "Have you figured out a way?" ”

This time, it was the turn of the pro-soldiers to shake their heads: "Lord Belle, the Ezhen people got together early in the morning to discuss, but they wanted to break their heads, and they didn't know how to deal with the stragglers of the Ming army. ”

"Bang, bang."

Two gunshots rang out, and Mang Gurtai's personal soldiers were so frightened that they struck, "Lord Belle ......"

Mang Gurtai was angry, in broad daylight, the Ming army was too bullying, he had the intention to send a large force of cavalry to encircle and suppress, and he was afraid that like yesterday, he would fall into the trap of the Ming army, if he didn't drive these Ming army stragglers, they continued to harass, Mang Gurtai really couldn't swallow this breath.

"Order, when you see the Ming army scattering soldiers, double the troops to chase them." Mang Gurtai decided to adopt a compromise method, which could not only overwhelm the Ming army, but also not have too many casualties.

Three soldiers of the Ming army, standing a hundred paces outside the big tent on horseback, were looking for an opportunity to shoot.

Suddenly, there was the sound of horses' hooves in the big tent, and six Jurchen cavalrymen leaned out of the big tent.

The three Ming cavalrymen found that the situation was wrong, and immediately turned their horses' heads and fled.

Six Jurchen cavalrymen opened the camp gate and chased after them. The Ming army was 100 paces away, and as long as they chased within 60 paces, they had a chance to shoot.

The horses on both sides were strong on their feet, and in the blink of an eye, they were far away from the Jurchen tent.

The flintlock pistols could not be aimed at all on the galloping horses, and the Ming army fled very wolfly, and as they ran, they looked at the Jurchen pursuers behind them in fear; The Jurchen soldiers had first-class horse control skills, and they calculated the distance between the two sides while riding their horses.

When they left the camp just now, the Ming soldiers were still a hundred paces ahead of them, and now there were only eighty paces on both sides.

Seeing that the Ming army could not get rid of the pursuers behind them on the avenue, they exchanged glances and suddenly turned to a slope on the left. Unknown weeds grow on the slopes, which have been swept away by the autumn wind.

The weeds were less than a foot long, and they were so thin that they were like the hair on the top of a bald man, and there was no way to hide a hare, and the Jurchen soldiers were relieved to chase after them.

"Bang, bang......"

As soon as the Jurchen soldiers chased after the slope, they remembered the sound of gunfire behind them, and the three Jurchen soldiers fell from their speeding horses and were rolling on the slope, not knowing if they were dead.

The three ownerless horses came to a slow stop, flicking their tails and spinning in a daze, losing their riders, not knowing what else to do.

The remaining three Jurchen soldiers, together with their horses, turned their heads to look back, but there was nothing behind.

"Could it be that the Ming army in front fired the gun? I didn't see them look back and aim at it! The three Jurchen soldiers shuddered, if it weren't for broad daylight, they would not have thought that they had encountered a ghost.

The three Ming soldiers who had just been chased into the sky and had no way to enter the ground were turning their horses' heads and slowly pressing towards the Jurchen soldiers.

"Bang, bang......"

Seven flintlock pistols were hidden in the grass, and the fire and white smoke from the muzzles of the guns were clearly visible.

Two more Jurchen soldiers were shot and fell from their horses, and the last Jurchen soldier was shot in the right shoulder, and he shook his horse but did not fall.

The wounded Jurchen soldier glanced at the flintlock pistol in the grass, and then desperately clamped the horse's belly, and the horse began to speed up, and it was about to rush over the slope.

"Jiannu wants to run away and shoot a horse, and he must not be allowed to escape back."

"Bang."

Another flintlock pistol appeared in the grass, and white smoke was emitting from the muzzle.

The right buttocks of the war horse were shot, one stumbled, and the body was crooked to the right, and the wounded Jurchen soldier who had not sat firmly in the first place also leaned to the right, and his feet left the saddle and rolled down from the horse.

The three Ming soldiers on the horse were already approaching, and less than fifty paces away from the Jurchen soldiers, they jumped off their horses with brushes, and the three flintlock muskets were aimed at the wounded Jurchen soldier who was about to escape.

The Jurchen soldier slowly stood up from the ground with his left hand on his shoulder, and he glanced at his warhorse, which had a stream of red blood on its rump, which had already flowed down its hind legs to the ground.