The muffled sound of the horn echoed repeatedly in the dark night, and Li Xin's pupils shrank suddenly, and the left and right flanks of the Qing army began to shrink, and began to attack the besieged Ming army like a wild horse.

"It's timely! Where is Lu Jiu? ”

Li Xin's eyes narrowed, and he turned to the people who were following him on the hillside.

"Lu Jiu is here!"

"Let you lead your cavalry to attack the rear of the left flank of the Tartars!"

"Where is Zhang Shi?"

"The last general!"

"Let you lead your musketeers to attack the rear of the left flank of the Tartars!"

The two men were ordered to stride away. After a cup of tea, Lu Jiu's cavalry rushed to the rear of the left flank of the Tartars. Since the generals of the Qing army ordered the attack, they were ready for a sudden attack by the Ming army, and Lu Jiu was greeted by an overwhelming rain of arrows, but fortunately, they were wearing scale armor, and most of the strength of the Tartar feather arrows had been removed after penetrating the armor, and it would not cause fatal damage.

Lu Jiu's cavalry did not know how to shoot on horseback, and they could only rely on the speed of their horses to form a strong impact force to impact the enemy's formation, so as to completely disrupt the formation of the army. Therefore, in this battle, there is no trick to be taken, he can only rush forward with dignity. The horse's hooves explode, the north wind howls, as the horse's speed increases, all become blurred in the ears, and there is only one goal, and that is the Tartar!

At the same time, Zhang Shi's musket team is also running forward quickly, he must reach the established position before the tartars are ready, and then line up in a whole line, and finally shoot! This task was not easy for him and the musketeers, since they had not yet learned how to march in formation, so when they moved forward, the musketeers did not have any formation to speak of, and they charged forward in groups of people.

However, Lu Jiu's cavalry will provide enough time to prepare, and when all the people of the era attach importance to the cavalry impact far more than the infantry, the generals of the Qing army will naturally be able to distinguish the "priorities"! Naturally, the vast majority of the forces that were prepared to deal with the sneak attack of the Ming army were used against Lu Jiu's 300 cavalry.

The pressure on the left flank of the Qing army gradually increased, and they had to cooperate with the right flank to attack the besieged Ming army, but also distract themselves from the onrushing Ming cavalry, and not far away a bunch of hundreds of infantry were gradually approaching. However, the Qing army's armor soldiers did not show any confusion, which shows the cleverness of its generals and the high level of its soldiers.

Under Lu Jiu's shout, the cavalry stretched out the Yanling knife in their hands one after another, and drew three hundred chilling cold lights with the extreme speed of the war horse. Finally, the sturdy body of the war horse crashed headlong into the Tartar army, this group of Tartar armor soldiers were all infantry, obviously they did not prepare for the cavalry this time, and carried with them nothing but bows and arrows and swords. But they still stood still without any fear, waiting for the cavalry to charge.

The reason why the cavalry is terrible is the impact on the infantry after entering the top speed, and this blow is fatal to the formation of the cold weapon era. Although Lu Jiu's cavalry was not suitable for shock purposes, the momentum of hundreds of war horses was still overwhelming, rushing into the Tartar army formation.

The speed of the war horse was gradually slowing down, and the stumps and arms were broken everywhere they passed, blood was flying, and there were even war horses that broke their legs and fell to the ground. For these, Lu Jiu didn't have time to look at it, because his only goal was to pass through the formation, like a climbing plow, plowing through the Tartar army formation.

Fifty paces, thirty paces, twenty paces, Zhang Shi visually measured the distance to the Tartars, and at twenty paces he still had no intention of stopping the whole group, for he knew very well that a sufficiently close distance for the musketeers was the key to victory. But how could the Tartars watch them approach so lightly, and another hail of arrows fell in mid-air.

Every round of arrow rain always a few musketeers fell, and every time a musketeer fell, Zhang Shishi's heart twitched, these were all the local villagers he brought out from Gaoyang, and falling meant that they would be buried here forever from now on.

Fifteen steps, Zhang Shi finally ordered to stop advancing, all lined up, the whole team. A group of people began to unfold and gradually lined up in three horizontal columns.

The Tartars on the opposite side were dumbfounded, they were already ready to meet the impact of the Ming infantry, who knew that they would rush over when they saw it, and these guys actually played tricks in front of the battle. These Tartars had never fought with musketeers, so they were very unfamiliar with this formation of musketeers.

Sagar ordered that they should not be allowed to attack, and they were happy to watch the excitement. But as the three columns gradually took shape, the Ming army picked up the muskets that had been unloaded from their backs, and they began to feel the threat of death.

It wasn't until the arquebus was lit and expertly pressed onto the arquebus clamps by a pair of big rough hands that they guessed what the Ming army was going to do. It was too late, and with a shrill whistle, hundreds of muskets burst into fire, a powerful explosion no less powerful than a cannon.

Hundreds of projectiles whistled in the north wind and smashed into the Tartars, followed by another volley, and after three rounds in a row, there was a brief pause on the battlefield, and Zhang Shizheng was directing the musketeers to skillfully reload.

Fifteen paces away, three hundred muskets, dozens of Tartars were shot and fell to the ground, although the number was small, but the impact on morale was irreparable. Lu Jiu's cavalry passed through the formation and went straight for several miles before turning around, accelerating, and continuing to rush towards the left flank of the Tartars.

With the cooperation of the left and right teams, the left flank of the Tartars soon showed signs of decline and was even in danger of collapsing.

Even Xiong Kaiyuan could see that the left-wing Tartars were gradually unable to support it.

"Elder Ge, look, the Tartars can't stand it!"

Liu Yuliang looked in the direction of Xiong Kaiyuan's finger, and it was really so.

"General Li, the left flank of the Tartars is about to collapse, should we also take the opportunity to rush to the left flank?"

How can Li Daqian now pay attention to Liu Yuliang and Xiong Kaiyuan, two laymen, he is commanding his subordinates to fight with the right wing of the Tartars, and under the fierce attack of the Tartars, he has gradually become exhausted, where is there still extra energy to attack the left wing with reinforcements. He only breathed a sigh of relief now, as long as the left flank of the Tartars was routed first, he could rest easy and get out of danger.

But in the end, it backfired, and the Tartars on the right flank also seemed to see the shape clearly, and the rout of the left flank was only a matter of time, so the Ming army had to be routed before the rout of the left flank, so they increased their offensive force, and the Tartar armor soldiers were like a tide, attacking the defensive line that Li Daqian was trying to maintain.

After repeating this several times, Li Daqian finally couldn't resist it, and the Fifth Army Camp was on the verge of collapse. He desperately shouted to Liu Yuliang and Xiong Kaiyuan, who were protecting the formation: "My lord, I can't stand it!" My lord, I can't stand ......."

Before he finished speaking, the defense line was broken, and the Tartar soldiers swept through as if they were sinking, and Li Daqian's voice could no longer be heard.

Liu Yuliang and Xiong Kaiyuan were both stunned, they were still in good shape just now, how could they be defeated in a moment? Xiong Kaiyuan is faster than Liu Yuliang to divide Naying, "Pavilion Elder, let's escape quickly, if it's too late, we will have to be ...... by Tartars"

Xiong Kaiyuan felt unlucky halfway through his words, so he didn't continue, but Liu Yuliang didn't know what he meant.

"Xuan Nian, if you can walk, you can go quickly, the old man's bones can't run."

Xiong Kaiyuan didn't say more, Liu Yuliang is indeed old and about to fall off the scum, once the fast horse runs away, he can't break up that old bone? sighed secretly, I'm sorry, it's better to save your life at this time! With a flick of the reins, the war horse found a gap and galloped out.

Liu Yuliang saw Xiong Kaiyuan disappear in the chaos, and his heart was filled with sadness, why didn't he want to run, but the world is so big, even if he escapes from this battlefield, where is his Liu Yuliang's place? The emperor categorically would not tolerate him, the minister of the defeated army, and thinking about the children in his family, the best ending for himself was only this way.

He held the sword of the Son of Heaven given by Emperor Chongzhen, his right hand slowly moved to the hilt, his thumb pulled the tension spring, the cold light flashed sharply, and a beautiful sword was already in his hand.

"Being able to use the sword given by the Son of Heaven to be martyred, it is not in vain that I Liu Yuliang has been an official for forty years." Liu Yuliang looked at the north from afar, where the Ming Jingshi was located, his eyes were full of reluctance to the prosperous capital, and the unwillingness to commit suicide in the middle of the ambush, the sword of the Son of Heaven slowly drove to his neck, his eyes suddenly closed, and his hands were forced......

The imaginary pain did not come, but the wrist was grasped by a pair of big hands like iron tongs, and it hurt tightly.

Liu Yuliang opened his eyes and saw a strong man staring at him viciously, he was frightened, and stammered, "You, who are you?" ”

"Gaoyang Li Xin!"

"Who?"

Xu was too noisy, or Liu Yuliang was too nervous, and only heard the word Gao Yang clearly.

"Gaoyang Li Xin!"

The man repeated again, it was Li Xin!

Gao Yang Li Xin, these four words already represent that he is saved, no matter who this person is, claiming to be Gao Yang must be the Ming army. Liu Yuliang suddenly felt that this world had become extremely unreal, how could he turn around again when he was about to die? He didn't know Li Xin, but he immediately recognized the person on the horse behind Li Xin.

"Wang, General Wang?"

Wang Pu urged the horse to come over, "Liu Ge is okay with the old man?" It's not appropriate to greet here, let's rush out first, can the elder still ride a horse? ”

Liu Yuliang was overjoyed to know that he was saved, and he was overjoyed to see his old friend, and his feelings suddenly became excited.

"Mr. Wang led the way, and Liu could follow."

Li Xin broke off in a deep voice: "Go!" ”

Wang Pu took the lead, several cavalry supported left and right, Liu Yuliang followed, and Li Xin led more than a dozen cavalry to break the rear and rushed out together.

Seeing that the left flank of the Tartars had completely collapsed, they all moved closer to the right flank, and Li Xin ordered the soldiers in charge of the flag to give orders, form a formation, and slowly retreat.

After Liu Yuliang followed Li Xin to his own military formation, he suddenly exclaimed: "Xuan Nian, Xuan Nian is still in the Tartar army...... "How good is this!" Suddenly, he turned to Wang Pu again: "Can General Wang send some people to rescue him?" ”