Cavalry is most lethal only when it is in charge. Entangled, it became a contest of endurance and strength, and it was clear that the number of cavalry of the Ming army was far from being the match of the Mongols.

The only chance of victory is to keep impacting, even if the loss is great, grit your teeth, hold on, round after round of violent storms, and completely destroy the Tartars.

Zhang Feng used this tactic, he led two hundred heavy cavalry cronies, each of whom was three war horses, wearing heavy armor, using a one-foot six-foot cavalry spear, sharp teeth and claws, indestructible, like a tank army on the battlefield.

The war horse galloped, Zhang Feng held the spear in both hands, he did not catch it to death, and his palm was empty. When the spear pierces the enemy's body, it will bring a strong rebound force, and if you catch it too hard, it is easy to be thrown off the warhorse.

In fact, their spears are specially treated, and with only one blow, they will break off from the middle to avoid the force of rebound.

A weapon that can only be attacked once, Zhang Feng heard it for the first time, and his head shook like a rattle, but Zhang Ke patted his chest and assured that this was the combat method of the Xiyi cavalry, which was more advanced than that of the Ming Dynasty.

Out of blind trust in his second brother, Zhang Feng retrained the cavalry according to Zhang Ke's request, and now is the time to show his skills!

"Second child, don't cheat on your father!"

Zhang Feng silently gritted his teeth, getting closer and closer to the tartar, twenty steps, ten steps, five steps...... Here's your chance!

Zhang Feng gritted his teeth, and Dantian forced, aiming the tip of the gun at the chest of the Tartar.

Poof!

The spear pierced the armor and pierced the heart, and the blood rushed out, and it was impossible to live.

At the moment when he stabbed the Tartar, there was a strong rebound from the barrel of the gun, but just when Zhang Feng felt unstable in his seat, the barrel of the gun suddenly broke and lost its strength.

War horses trampling on the corpses of Tartars. Lunge over.

Sure enough!

Zhang Feng's heart was overjoyed, and he looked to both sides with his spare eyes, more than 200 people were almost intact, but under their horses, there were more than 100 corpses of Tartars, hard horse hooves, trampling the flesh and blood of the enemy, and a wave of pride instantly surged in his chest!

Who said that the cavalry of the Han family is not good, let the Tartars know who is the real king today!

"Kill!"

Zhang Feng shouted at the top of his voice, and the other cavalry were even more enthusiastic. The hellish hard training has finally borne fruit, and every qiē is worth it!

"Kill the Tartars!"

"Kill the Tartars!"

……

The shouts came and went, like thunder, and the people who were fighting hard at the head of the city couldn't help but shout loudly when they saw it. The old man Xiong Ruoguang thought that Kong said that it was a matter of benevolence and Meng said that the time had come, but in the blink of an eye, the reinforcements arrived, he turned his head and gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

But at the moment of turning his head. only to find a pair of fiery eyes, staring at the battlefield below the city.

Adoration, rejoicing, madness. Regardless of a qiē!

The old man only thought that he was alive in the dead, and he was overjoyed, and did not pay attention to the strong love in it......

The battle under the city continued, and Zhang Feng broke through the Tartars' military formation. Immediately turned his head again. Their rifles were all damaged, but it didn't matter, there were still spears on the spare horses. The soldiers drew their spears as fast as they could and rushed towards the tartars.

The Tartars also noticed the terrifying scene just now, more than a hundred cavalry were easily killed, while the Ming army was unscathed.

There is no heavenly reason! Could it be that Changshengtian is on the side of the Han people?

Like an angry lion, Ubantaiji howled loudly.

"Kill, kill them all!"

The most elite five hundred cavalry were sent out, all of them experienced in a hundred battles, and more than fifty of them were sharpshooters.

The Tartars also felt offended by their dignity, and frantically urged their horses to rush towards Zhang Feng's cavalry, and the two sides represented the two most powerful forces on the battlefield.

Everyone gritted their teeth, eager to kill each other.

The first to attack were the Tartars, whose bows and arrows pierced the sky and fired fiercely at the Ming army.

Many arrows fell on the Ming army, but the damage caused was not great, and only five or six Ming troops fell from their horses. The Tartar bows and arrows were not as heavy and fierce as those of Jiannu, and the Yizhou soldiers were the most well-equipped, and they would not cause fatal injuries unless they were shot directly at the front door.

However, even if only five or six people died, it still made Zhang Feng resentful.

"Suffer death!"

The two armies collided, and the shortcomings of the short Tartar weapons came out. No matter how crazy they were, they couldn't hurt the Ming army in the slightest, but they kept being stabbed under their horses and trampled on the city.

After a round of killing, Zhang Feng was not satisfied, and immediately turned around.

"Kill!"

The red-eyed soldiers rushed up again, Mars hit the earth, and the Ming army ran over again. Some people have painful arms and blood coming out of their mouths. But when they turned around, they all smiled smugly.

After two rounds of ramming, more than 500 Tartar cavalry remained, only about 200 remained, and the rest were all corpses!

As for the Ming army, the loss was only about a dozen people.

The overwhelming superiority made the Ming army forget their fatigue, Zhang Feng held his spear and shouted at the sky.

"Chong, give me Jichong!"

When they pounced on the Tartars again, the most powerful archers were also afraid, they encountered not the Ming army at all, but a group of devils!

"Run!"

The remaining 200 or so people dispersed in an instant, and Zhang Feng and his soldiers did not rest, but turned their heads and rushed straight to the Chinese army in the Wuban.

As the saying goes, shoot people and horses, capture thieves and capture kings!

"Brothers, kill!"

The surging heavy horses are like a torrent, unstoppable.

Wuban's face was bruised, his lips trembled, and he didn't know whether he was frozen or frightened!

"Warriors of Mongolia, don't be afraid, rush up for me, don't be afraid......"

Although the Wuban shouted, his war horse unconsciously retreated, showing the fear in his father's heart.

Boom!

The spear pierced through the armor, and the personal soldiers guarding Taiji were easily run over, and Zhang Feng took the lead, fierce and powerful, and killed him fiercely.

"Ah, let's go!"

The Wuban could not bear it any longer, so he turned around and ran, and the other horses scattered one after another, and his banner was left unattended, like a tattered, thrown on the ground, and allowed to be trampled mercilessly.

The leaders all ran away, and what else did the other Tartars say. They all ran away, and they didn't know what else to do except desperately whip the war horses!

Almost all of the Tartars were immersed in panic, their heads were blank, and they cursed that these shameless Han people did not play their cards according to the rules at all.

Why do you use swords and axes, and don't resist, but sacrifice your life to gather together, why use such a long spear, don't you know that the weapon should be light and flexible! The most outrageous thing is that the spear turned out to be disposable. It's clear that the local tyrants are bullying the poor ghosts, and the rich and willful don't do that!!

No matter how much indignation the Tartars had in their hearts, they were all defeated, completely defeated, and even their bottoms were gone.

Wherever Zhang Feng led the cavalry, the Tartars dismounted and surrendered one after another, trembling and kneeling on the ground, not even having the courage to raise their heads. These people are gods, not people at all!

Yang Long is Zhang Feng's deputy, and he is also born as a night not to close, in his impression. If you want to win a big battle, you must train yourself to be more agile and ferocious, whether it is martial arts or equestrianism. Constantly improve something.

But it wasn't until this battle that he finally woke up, no matter how he trained. After all, a person's power is limited, only by knowing how to cooperate and using the power of the collective, can we look at it!

The cavalry under his command was not as elite as Zhang Feng's, and the equipment was inferior, but they formed a dense charging formation, relying on spears, and easily killed those battle-hardened Tartars.

In the first round of assembly, they paid the price of more than fifty people. People didn't understand why they had to risk such a big sacrifice, but after two or three times, they understood it completely.

In the midst of the onslaught, the Tartars' ranks were torn apart and fought separately. No matter in which direction, they are not the opponents of the Ming army, they are completely lambs waiting to be slaughtered, no different from the usual slashing targets, the fierce Tartars are so fragile!

Yang Long was so excited that he almost cried, the adult is so powerful!

……

Nearly 10,000 cavalry were scattered by more than 1,000 men, more than 2,000 were killed, and 4,000 were taken prisoner. The black and crushed captives were all over the city, and there was no end in sight.

Xiong Ruoguang and Shen Yue took the soldiers and civilians out of the city to greet them, and Zhou Yingjie's eyes were full of little stars!

That's awesome!

This is the demeanor of a hundred battles!

Covered in blood, Zhang Feng led the brothers back triumphantly, full of excitement and excitement.

Shen Yue trotted over, bowed far away and saluted, and laughed: "Big brother, it's so handsome!" It's so handsome that I have no friends. Yongzhen has been promoted to the general soldier, and I think the eldest brother is about to catch up! ”

Zhang Feng patted Shen Yue's shoulder with a smile and said, "Little white face, how is it, when the Tartars attacked the city, they weren't scared to pee, right?" ”

Shen Yue suddenly said angrily: "Big brother, if you don't bring you like this, it's not bad, I'm also behind the gate, how can such a little battle scare me!" But the bear lifts people, without fear, which is really impressive! ”

mentioned Xiong Ruoguang, Zhang Feng hurriedly looked up, and happened to be staring at Xiong Ruoguang.

"It's you (it's you)!"

Both men looked horrified, and then became odd.

Shen Yue frowned, he really couldn't understand what the intersection between these two people was.

"Xiong Juren, do you know each other?"

"No, no, no!" Xiong Ruoguang hurriedly waved his hand: "The old man has never seen General Zhang in the past!" Today, the general rescued him, and the old man is grateful! "The old man bites the word never!

A trace of embarrassment flashed on Zhang Feng's face unconsciously, and he laughed loudly: "It is the duty of this official to protect the territory and the people and fight for the people. Don't thank you! ”

There is a story!

Shen Yue knew that there was an absolute problem, but now was not the place to talk about things, he hurriedly said: "Brother Zhang, the villagers have prepared a banquet, let the brothers go into the city to rest!" ”

Zhang Feng nodded, led the soldiers into the city, and the people took out all the New Year's goods in advance, rewarding the warriors with the best wine and food. In front of the banquet, Xiong Ruoguang only drank three glasses of wine and left hastily.

Shen Yue looked at the old man's back and hurriedly grabbed Zhang Feng.

"Big brother, you give me the truth, what's going on with the old bear head?"

Zhang Feng blushed and said, "Young and frivolous, don't ask!" ”

"That's not good, if you don't say it, I'll sue Sù Yongzhen and let him take care of it!"

Zhang Feng was not afraid of others, but when he mentioned the second brother, he couldn't help but feel numb on his scalp, so he had to mutter: "It's not a big deal, I wanted him to be my father-in-law!" (To be continued......)