The two armies facing each other from afar had a strange scene that had never been seen before.

The Ming army did not continue to approach to a distance of 500 paces as Azig judged, but suddenly stopped at a distance of about 700 paces from each other, which made Azig, who had been preparing to charge for a long time, and the Houjin army led by him fell into a daze, and they were unable to make a decision for a while.

Just as Azig and the more than 5,000 Houjin troops who had been hastily assembled hesitated, a burst of gunpowder smoke suddenly rose from the artillery position in the center of the Ming army's array.

"Woo-"

"Boom-"

Twenty-four solid bullets roared in the deafening sound of shelling, blasting the main array of the middle lane led by Azig himself out of more than a dozen flesh alleys.

Dozens of war horses and cavalry were shattered by the powerful solid iron bullets, and countless stumps, broken arms, swords, guns, and armor shot out in the blood mist that rose in an instant, and the terrible screams and wails suddenly rose, and the entire array of the Houjin army was in huge chaos.

Azig at the front of the array was very lucky.

The twenty-four solid bullets that roared out, none of them hit him, and the nearest solid bullet blasted the white-armored guard three meters away from his side into two pieces and then flew up diagonally, smashing the head of another white-armored cavalryman like a boulder hitting a watermelon, and then lifted one of the thighs and hips of a white-armored cavalryman behind him again, and the blood of the laser was mixed with brains and broken bones, splashing everywhere.

The tremendous destructive power of the twenty-four solid artillery shells caused hundreds of casualties to the Houjin army, instantly disrupting the formation of the Houjin cavalry. It also completely shattered the courage of the Houjin army to fight to the death.

Before Azig, who was shocked, could react, the two guards had already stepped forward, ignoring it. Pulling the reins of Azig's war horse, he loudly begged Azig to immediately evacuate the dangerous place, temporarily retreat north to Liaoyang, and wait for the gathering of troops before returning for a decisive battle.

Azig, who came to his senses, was furious, pulled out his sword with a "bang", and was furious enough to kill the two guards who persuaded him to flee.

"Boom-"

The more than 20 artillery pieces in the center of the Ming army's array roared again at this time, and a red-hot cannonball flew in front of Azig's nose who raised his sword. Smashed the burly standard-bearer behind him to pieces, and the broken battle flag flew into the air along with the strong arm of the standard-bearer, shooting blood and flesh. Splashed all over Azig's head and face.

What made Azig even more distracted was that the castrated cannonballs, along with more than twenty bursts of cannonballs, quickly crashed into the chaotic cavalry behind him.

Hundreds of centaurs fell in a mist of blood, screams and wails of fear. One after another. The Iron Cavalry of the White Banner of Liaodong could no longer withstand such a terrible blow, and under the great fear, they rushed left and right, trampling each other, and scrambled to escape from this bloody place of death.

The Duoduo Division, located on the left flank of Azig, was in great confusion, and the more than 1,000 Houjin herdsmen and the old, weak, sick and disabled who had temporarily gathered were like wild horses out of control, and in the blink of an eye, they joined the rout army that was frantically fleeing north.

The Ming army array let out a loud cheer.

The majestic drums and sharp brass whistles sounded again, and in the array of musketeers on the left and right flanks, more than 4,000 soldiers walked in orderly steps. Quickly crossing the 700-step zone between the two armies, he opened fire on the enemy infantry and scattered enemy cavalry on the left who had not had time to escape.

Zhu Daolin's two hundred personal guards cavalry were also put into the battlefield at this time. Bypass the array of musketeers and slay at the fleeing enemy infantry.

The hundreds of artillery brothers who remained on the position were still cheering with joy, and the generals and colonels such as Zhu Daolin and Jiang Yulong under the flaming red banner behind the artillery array were also full of joy.

No one had expected that two salvos of the 24 guns of the artillery battalion would crush almost the same number of enemies, let alone that the salvo of artillery at close range would cause such a great shock and lethality, that the two armies of the enemy and us in the decisive battle formation would be separated from each other before they could make contact.

"It's a pity that our army has too few cavalry, otherwise we will be able to achieve more results by pursuing the victory, at least we can cut off thousands of more Tartar heads."

Jiang Yulong shouted loudly with regret on his face, and more than a dozen generals and soldiers on the side echoed the voice, asking for an increase in the number of cavalry.

Zhu Daolin was also unwilling in his heart.

Before the battle, he was ready to fight to the death with the Tartar army, hoping to test the ability of the musketeers to fight the enemy cavalry through this battle, and to test the effect of long-term training.

If he had known this, Zhu Daolin would not have ordered Guo Zhongjun to lead the cavalry battalion to fight separately, but would have put the cavalry battalion into the main battlefield to pursue and kill the fleeing enemy troops.

In the face of the request of the generals under his command, Zhu Daolin, who was unwilling, patiently explained: "I can understand everyone's feelings, our army's army building plan has included the initiative to set up 12 cavalry battalions in the next two years, and 2,000 of the 8,000 recruits currently being trained at the Qingdao base are cavalry. ”

"For months, the reason why all the thousands of war horses we bought from Korea and Liaodong were sent to the Qingdao base was to train these cavalry."

"Everyone also knows that it only takes half a year to train a musketeer, but it takes at least a year to train a qualified cavalryman, and this can only be done on the basis that the recruited recruits can ride horses, so I can't rush it!"

The generals sighed helplessly.

Zou Kongde, a veteran of the North Sea Fleet who led the battleships to help the battle, hesitated for a moment, and plucked up the courage to express his opinion: "General, my subordinates have a suggestion, I don't know if it is feasible?" ”

Everyone looked back in unison, and Zhu Daolin turned around and ordered: "Lao Zou has something to say, you must have understood the rules in our army, where do your brothers have so many scruples." ”

Zou Kongde was secretly grateful in his heart, and stepped forward to tell his thoughts truthfully: "After my subordinates heard about this battle, they will recruit 50,000 people to rebuild Tieshan City, and they will also recruit 8,000 recruits from the Han people in Liaodong who are in Korea to form our Dongjiang Reserve Army. ”

"As far as my subordinates know, among the hundreds of thousands of Han people living in various parts of Korea, most of them can ride horses, and many of them originally belonged to the scattered brothers of Mao Dashuai's department."

"If the general is willing, it is not difficult to recruit 10,000 young men who can ride horses, not to mention that the salaries of our officers and soldiers are the highest in my Ming army, and the generous treatment and sophisticated equipment are incomparable.

The generals were overjoyed and immediately turned to the silent Zhu Daolin. (To be continued.) )