It was not uncommon for the Mongols to join the Koukou, ranging from a few hundred to thousands. But Zhang Zongheng swore that he had never seen so many Tartars, what is called the galloping of ten thousand horses, and he finally witnessed it with his own eyes.

From the horizon in the distance, a large black wave appeared, and at a glance, it was boundless, obscuring the sky and the sun. The sand and dust brought up by the horses' hooves filled the sky, and the sun lost its rays, making people feel a chill from the bottom of their hearts, and their hands and feet shivered unconsciously.

The surging tide rushed towards Datong City, in all directions, more and more.

"Ten thousand, twenty thousand, thirty thousand......"

Zhang Zongheng silently counted the battle flags and estimated the number of Mongols, and this time there were at least thirty or forty thousand people. The Mongolian cavalry is usually two or three war horses per person, that is to say, under the city of Datong, there are as many as 100,000 war horses alone!

How strong, how arrogant!

Zhang Zongheng didn't have any bottom in his heart, and couldn't help but secretly look at Zhang Ke, thinking that this battle-hardened Anton King could have an idea!

But when he turned around, he found that there was no one standing in the place where Zhang Ke was standing. Zhang Zongheng flickered in his heart, don't let Zhang Ke scare away, let yourself be alone!

It's going to be a dead man.

He hurriedly turned and descended the stairs and walked down the city. At this moment, a cavalry rushed towards him, and it was Zhang Feng who led the team.

I saw Zhang Feng wearing a plate armor and a dark cloak, majestic and murderous.

Behind him, there were cavalrymen in similar costumes, and these people all held cavalry spears more than a foot long in their hands, neat, like a forest, and the cold light was shining. Zhang Zongheng had the illusion that these soldiers seemed to be descended from the heavens, far more majestic and majestic than the Tartars outside the city.

Zhang Feng didn't bother to deal with Zhang Zongheng, but ran to Zhang Ke and arched his hand.

"Lord Wang. Let's go out of the city, and we'll give the Tartars a good look. ”

Zhang Ke smiled slightly: "It's okay, but remember that there are many enemies, just hit the sharp, don't fall in love." ”

"Don't worry!"

Zhang Feng beckoned, and all the cavalry followed him towards the city gate, and at this time, the soldiers defending the city opened the city gate and let the men and horses out. Zhang Zongheng was trembling in his heart.

Leaving the fortified city undefended, he ran out to fight with the Tartars, and he didn't know if his confidence was too strong. I still don't know what to do, since ancient times, the arrogant army will be defeated, but I'm afraid that there will be no good results.

"Lord, I think I should stick to the city, wait for the Tartars to rub their spirits, and then ......"

"Zhang Zhongcheng has a heart, but this king thinks we just need to watch the excitement."

Zhang Ke said and took a big step and walked to the city, Zhang Zongheng had never seen such an arrogant person. That's tens of thousands of Tartars, not tens of thousands of pigs!

He had no choice but to follow and go to the city together.

At this time, Zhang Feng's cavalry had already lined up their formation. They simply lined up in a neat battle line, each row of about four or five hundred people, about ten rows in front and behind. Compared to the Tartar on the other side, it is simply thin and pitiful.

Zhang Zongheng knows a little bit of military affairs. Seeing this formation, I have to scold my mother!

The most valuable thing about cavalry is the impact force, and only by clenching it into a fist and hitting someone can it hurt. How can there be such a scattered force, isn't it purely looking for death!

It seems that the Yizhou soldiers have won too much and are all carried away.

It seems that he must talk to Zhang Ke, even if he doesn't want to listen, he can't watch these people lose. Just as Zhang Zongheng was about to speak, suddenly the soldiers on the hot air balloon in mid-air pointed the flag to the northwest.

The cannon on the ground rang out violently, and the soldiers, as commanded, raised their cavalry guns, and with the sound of drums, they methodically rushed towards the Tartars.

The speed was not fast at all, but the team was very rigorous, as if a wall had pressed against it.

……

For the arrogance of the Ming army, the Tartars had a deeper experience, they could not imagine that the Ming army, which had always cowered in the city, dared to provoke so blatantly, and used such a simple formation, it was simply slandering the glory of Genghis Khan's descendants.

Enraged, they raised their weapons, whipped their horses, and fought bravely towards the Ming army. The mouth kept screaming, which was bound to make these Ming soldiers taste the bitterness.

The two men and horses were approaching quickly, and the Tartars were raising their bows and arrows in a hurry, and when they were about to shoot, earth-shattering gunfire rang out from the ranks of the Ming army.

Bullets rained down on the Tartars' ranks, blood splattered, countless Tartars fell under their horses, and the Tartars who had narrowly escaped were stupid, and just before they could figure out what was going on, the guns rang out again.

With the cavalry of the Ming army suddenly speeding up, the shining tips of the cavalry spears were aimed at them, and the war horses flew like arrows, and they rushed to the front without giving them time to think.

At the head of the city, Zhang Zongheng, who witnessed this scene, was dumbfounded, why was the cavalry of the Yizhou soldiers so powerful? In particular, the fire guns they are equipped with can hit the tartars from a distance of fifty or sixty paces, and the most amazing thing is that they don't even use the fire rope, which is a miracle!

Of course, this is just Zhang Zongheng's opinion, and for Zhang Ke, he is obviously a little dissatisfied. The development of firearms in the Yiju soldiers has tended to stagnate in the past two years, and since a large number of flintlock muskets have been equipped, there has been no further breakthrough.

Zhang Ke had already ordered the development of a more powerful rear-loading gun, and the Ming army gunners in front of him were all loaded from the front, which was large, time-consuming, and very inconvenient. Therefore, the cavalry had to prepare two or more muskets in advance, and there was no time to reload them on the battlefield.

If it is replaced with a rear-loading firearm, it is enough to make a fuss about the butt of the gun, and it can be loaded with six or seven rounds a minute, which is twice as fast as it is now, and it is bound to be even more lethal.

Zhang Zongheng didn't know that Zhang Ke had a more brutal plan, but the scene in front of him alone was enough to scare him into a soul.

Under the two rounds of cavalry fire, hundreds of Tartars fell to death.

Then the army crashed in, and the long cavalry spears easily pierced the Tartars' bodies, and as if they were cutting wheat, a row of Tartars disappeared, even faster than the trick!

At this time, Zhang Zongheng finally saw clearly, it is true that the war horses of the Ming army are a head taller than the Mongolian horses, strong and strong, with greater strength, and more fierce sprints.

Of course, the Mongols were not willing to be slaughtered easily, they rushed up desperately and launched an attack on the Ming army.

Since the cavalry could only attack once, the cavalry behind did not have time to come up, and the Mongols killed them, and they swung their swords vigorously and slashed at the Ming army.

The sharp weapons hit the solid armor, and the sparks collided, and to their horror, few of the armor of the Ming army were pierced, and even if it was damaged, it was powerless to give fatal damage. On the contrary, it was the Ming army behind who came up, and the spear penetrated their bodies, like a sugar gourd, and was held high in the air.

What is a gap?

The Ming army is simply a bunch of undead monsters, and they are as fragile as watermelons.

"Kill!"

With the sound of rage, the Ming army chased the buttocks of the Tartars and killed, and everywhere they passed, there were corpses everywhere.

Zhang Zongheng looked at it, his two legs unconsciously knelt on the ground, and the old tears were rampant: "Wang Shi of the Heavenly Dynasty, I finally saw Wang Shi's majestic style, and I died without regrets!" (To be continued......)