"Forward!"

Chen Kai, commander of the Eighth Infantry Brigade of the Ming Army, shouted with his saber somewhat excitedly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Beside him, thousands of infantry who had just dismounted were holding their bayonet rifles, walking in neat steps to the front, on the battlefield in front of them, Yang Wang Ye and his dragoons were fiercely impacting, like a group of angry rhinoceros, rampage unscrupulously, the formation of the Dzungars had been completely disrupted, completely out of order, all running in panic trying to regroup, but unfortunately any assembly would attract Yang Feng and the dragoons to attack.

And this confusion was precisely what the infantry of the Ming army liked the most.

Behind the 8th Brigade, a cannon had begun to spray flames, and the whistling and falling shells continued to explode in the chaotic Dzungar cavalry on the periphery, scattered shrapnel frantically harvested lives, and the frightened horses and camels fled with a scream.

Some of the Dzungar cavalry, who could barely control their horses, bravely charged the Ming army, but what awaited them was ......

"Fire!"

The officers in the Ming army raised their sabers and shouted.

All the soldiers pulled the trigger almost at the same time, thousands of rifles spewed out blazing flames almost at the same time, the smoke of gunpowder immediately filled the battlefield, thousands of bullets flew out, and a small number of Dzungar cavalry who rushed forward in a hurry fell off their horses, and then the Ming infantry loaded the bullets at the fastest speed, just when the remaining hundred or so cavalry were about to rush to the front, the dense gunfire rang out again, when the last living Dzungar cavalry finally rushed to the Ming army, an officer ended his life with a shot very casually.

"Forward!"

In a series of commands, the Ming infantry stepped on the corpses of the Dzungars on the ground and continued to advance.

Yang Wang Ye looked at the Dzungar cavalry who had lost the courage to fight, were running away in panic, and then kept falling in the explosion of shells and the whistling of bullets, it was obvious that he was no longer needed here, and the infantry would solve the follow-up battle, he suddenly raised his Qinglong Glaive and pointed to the south and shouted: "Dragoon, continue to attack!" ”

"Dragoons, attack!"

His dragoons shouted, changed into their horses, and then continued south under the leadership of Yang Wangye, looking for the next target, and then destroying one target after another, completely disrupting the enemy's interior until it penetrated their bodies, and the Ming army units that followed closely behind would solve the rest of their work.

At this time, on the other side of Baiyangdian, the Ningxia Lian Army had also completely collapsed, and the cavalry of the four thousand Ming Army was raging wildly among these cavalry who had lost their horses, cutting off their heads one by one, and the horses were constantly knocking down the enemies who tried to block it, and then smashing his chest with iron hooves. Similarly, the 5th Infantry Brigade had been slaughtered into the confusion of the enemy, and the infantrymen had no reload, and their rifles with triangular pyramid bayonets pierced the chests of their enemies like spears, and their hard butts smashed their heads like hammers.

"Retreat!"

Ningxia Admiral Ma Jinliang shouted in pain.

He knew the defeat was a foregone conclusion.

He had expected this outcome from the time when the horses fell ill.

"This is the will of heaven, and the destiny of heaven cannot be violated!"

He muttered to himself with infinite sorrow.

"Pay attention to your faith, this is the devil, this is the devil, for the glory of the Lord, kill, kill these demons!"

An elder beside him shouted.

Suddenly, a piercing whistling sound sounded, and almost at the same time a flame engulfed the elder, and then half of his arm fell from the sky and hit Ma Admiral's arms, Ma Du couldn't help but tremble, and didn't care about the others, quickly turned the horse's head, and went straight to Xiongzhou City not far away, and behind him, the remnants of the Ningxia training army, also followed their Admiral, and fled towards Xiongzhou City, also behind them, as if the Ming army cavalry was chasing after them.

"The gates are open!"

Admiral's own soldiers shouted excitedly.

Xiongzhou is controlled by the green camp, and the relationship between the two families is not good, the two sides have often had friction before, but fortunately, Ma Jinliang himself has been mixed in the green camp for many years, and he has some friendship, and he has reconciled the two sides to the point of fire, and now it seems that these green camps are still very concerned about the overall situation.

"Okay, Lao Wang is enough brother!"

Looking at the open gate of Xiongzhou City in front of him, Admiral Ma wiped the cold sweat on his head with a hint of relief.

But at this time, countless flames suddenly erupted from the Xiongzhou city wall, and before Admiral Ma could understand, a cannonball whistled over his head, instantly crashing into the defeated Ningxia training army behind, and then a stump and broken arm flew up, and at the same time, the same cannonballs continued to hit the defeated Ningxia training army one after another, and those Ningxia training soldiers who did not make a situation were still desperately shouting at the city wall, but unfortunately the next moment was waiting for the sharp arrows falling like raindrops, and in a blink of an eye, it was a group of people turning on their backs.

Admiral sighed gloomily, what he feared most had happened.

"Kill out, kill out, kill all these bastards!"

Behind the open gate of Xiongzhou City, his brotherly Wang Zongbing was constantly urging those green battalions and regimental training with a group of local gentry in Xiongzhou, who were hurrying out of the city with various weapons.

Of course, they definitely didn't go to fight for our Daqing.

"I don't believe it, let's kill the Tartars with the Ming army, so will Lord Yang be embarrassed to attack us in the future? How can we say that we are also fighting for the bloody battlefield of Daming. ”

Wang Zongbing said proudly to a rich man.

Then the group laughed happily.

At the same time, Feng Shuo, the commander of the 18th Brigade of the Ming Army along the canal south, was also looking at the county seat of Qingxian in front of him and smiled happily, where a big battle was underway, but the fighting had nothing to do with the Ming army, and it was thousands of cavalry under the command of Zasaktu Khan who attacked the city. Of course, their horses are gone, and those who have war horses have fled south to Cangzhou, and these people who have no war horses are destined to be unable to run the Ming army down the canal by boat because they retreated on foot, so they chose to hide in Qingxian County to hold on, but unfortunately the green battalion and regimental training in Qingxian County refused to let them enter the city, and the angry Zasaktu warriors could only choose to attack.

"Brigadier Commander, what shall we do?"

The officer next to him asked.

Behind him, a brigade of Ming troops had already landed, and they were leisurely enjoying the battle scene like their brigade commander.

"Look at them!"

Feng Shuo looked at the city head with a smile and said.

As soon as his words fell, Qingxian County had already played the dragon hugging the sun and moon flag in a hurry.

"Command, attack!"

Feng Shuo said with satisfaction.

In fact, except for Baoding, the green battalions and regimental training in all other cities on the front line of this battlefield have made the same choice, and they have all come to this point, what is the suspense of victory or defeat? Since all those war horses fell ill, the green battalion and the regimental trainers already knew what to do, why did the plague suddenly break out? And even when the Tartars were about to attack! That must be Yang Wangye's shot, the heavenly gods have made a move, who is Yang Wangye? That's an immortal descending to earth, and people want to ask the heavenly plague god to do a favor, that's not just a sentence. In particular, you can find the gods to help here, that is, God is supporting you in the back, God is covering Yang Wangye, and confronting Yang Wangye is confronting God.

Well, no one has said that anyone will win the sky these days, people pay attention to the destiny of heaven, since Yang Wang Ye is the destiny of heaven, of course it must conform to the will of heaven.

Anyway, Kang Mazi led foreigners into the customs and harmed the people, in fact, it is already self-isolation from the people, even those gentry can not tolerate this, if Kang Mazi is strong, of course they will swallow their anger, but in this case, with the nature of these guys, it is also impossible for them not to fall into the ground, anyway, there is no choice, in this case, just like the old Zhu family head to flatter the Tartars, take the head of the Kang Mazi family to flatter the new master!

The destiny of heaven returns, who dares to disobey!

In addition to Baoding, which was controlled by Yinzhi's 10,000 banner army, the other defenders of Xushui, Rongcheng, Anzhou, Xiongzhou, Renqiu, Wen'an, Dacheng, and Qingxian all erected the Ming banner as quickly as possible, cut off their braids and threw them out of the city, and then turned their guns to aim at the Tartars. And these places are the first line of defense at the forefront of the theater of operations, and the Tartars behind this line are suddenly ill because of their war horses, and most of them are going north on foot to reinforce, but the devastating attack of the Ming army on the northern front, and the defection of the defenders of these cities, have made the Tartar divisions that are reinforcing the north on the second line suddenly unlucky.

"Dragoons, attack!"

Outside a small village in the north of Qizhou, Yang Wang Ye excitedly brandished the Qinglong Yanyue Sword and roared.

"Dragoons, attack!"

His dragoons, who had changed horses, roared in the same excitement.

In front of them was the camp of 2,000 cavalry under Tushetu Khan, who had just received an order to go north to reinforce Baoding, and was in a chaotic search for horses and camels that could still move, and some people were even fighting for these mounts, after all, their 2,000 people, there were less than 300 movable horses and camels that could be found, and they all lived on war horses, and no one wanted to change to become an infantryman.

Suddenly, all the noise stopped.

All the cavalry of the Tushetu tribe looked at them in astonishment, and in the blood-red light of the setting sun, a blood-red figure appeared, accompanied by the sound of horses' hooves like thunder, and in the middle of this blood-red figure was a huge war horse, it was too big, incredibly big, as big as a legendary divine horse, and on this huge war horse, an equally tall figure stood proudly.

The huge war horse suddenly stood up with a long neigh, and the person on the horse waved his right hand and the Qinglong Glaive Knife broke off and shouted:

"Kill!" (To be continued.) )