Li Dingguo commanded his subordinates to clean up the remnants of the city and extinguish the fire. After calming down a little, he climbed to the top of the city, and he was still a little worried about Ma Wannian.

Looking into the distance, in a neat cluster of torches, the white pole soldiers formed a neat phalanx. The infantry was already at a disadvantage against the cavalry, and even more so at night. But Li Dingguo looked at it carefully and couldn't help but applaud.

The position of the formation chosen by Ma Wannian was very tricky, and it happened to be in the northeast of the Cheqi Pass, blocking the road of the Tartar attack. At the same time, there is a river on the left, which is not very wide, and it has been raining abundantly in recent times, and the river is more than one person deep, which is enough to prevent the other party's sneak attack.

On the right were a series of hills, rocky and potholed, which could hold back the cavalry's movements. Condescendingly, Ma Wannian arranged a group of grenadiers and musketeers on it to snipe the incoming enemy at any time.

This formation is laid out, and the Tartars have only one way to meet head-on. Li Dingguo smiled slightly: "The white pole soldiers are famous all over the world, I want to see if I can hold it today!" ”

Just when Li Dingguo was observing with interest, Ma Degong had already led the men and horses to the front of the Cheqi Pass, and saw the infantry phalanx from a distance, and Ma Degong was overjoyed.

What he was most worried about was that the other party would defend the city, so even if he took it back, he would have to pay a lot of sacrifices. Now that the other party has chosen to fight in the field, it is self-defeating.

Ma Degong sneered proudly: "Brothers, regain the car riding pass, the official will not hesitate to reward, everyone rush me!" ”

At the sound of an order, these cavalrymen urged their horses one after another. At first, they were not fast, but trotted together in an attack formation, with dozens of heavily armored cavalry as attack arrows. The soldiers followed closely.

The war horse is running faster and faster, and the momentum is getting more and more fierce, looking at this situation, it is like a small snowball rolling down a snowy mountain, which quickly becomes larger, and finally causes an avalanche!

Ma Wannian narrowed his eyes, through the light of the torch. Looking at each other, the distance narrowed little by little, to about five hundred steps. The cavalry of the Tartars accelerated significantly, and Ma Wannian quickly gave the order.

"Flat spear, prepare!"

Although it was incorporated into the Angolan Army, the white pole soldiers were reluctant to give up many years of old traditions. Their main weapon was a six-foot-long ash pole. The head of the spear was aimed at the surging Tartars.

Of course, the white pole soldiers will never be beaten passively, and their tricks have increased a lot.

Seeing that the Tartar had entered a hundred or so steps, dozens of tall and arm-length soldiers suddenly rushed out from the back row, and they were running while picking up the grenadier rope in their hands.

"Put!"

More than two dozen grenades streaked across the sky and landed in the middle of the Tartars, and the sound of the crackles was deafening, and the Tartars fell under the horses one after another. Followed by fear. Or they don't want to step on their companions, and some retreat. Some dodged, and as a result, the whole team was in chaos.

The cavalry's powerful impact ability was stunned, and the corners of Ma Wannian's mouth showed a cruel smile. He clutched his spear in both hands, and stared at the tartar with a viper-like eye.

"Thorn!"

"Thorn!"

"Thorn!"

With the roar, a row of spears pierced out neatly, only the sound of puff was heard, the tips of the spears pierced through the war horse, pierced the human body, and blood gushed out. The tartar let out a final cry of pain and fell under the horse. There were also a few white-pole soldiers who were bounced away by the huge impact force, but the soldiers behind did not hesitate and immediately replenished, and the spears stabbed at the tartars more decisively.

In a confrontation, the Tartar was like a fierce wave, and it hit the stubborn rock at once, and the head of the collision broke the blood!

The Tartars apparently did not admit their defeat and were still frantically rushing, but they were like beasts that had fallen into a muddy pond, and the more they moved, the more they struggled, and the more mud they surrounded them.

In the past, the white pole soldiers relied more on skillful combat skills and ruthlessness that were not afraid of death. But after being trained by the Anguo Army, they became more cunning and more insidious.

Two or three men blocked a cavalryman from the front, and then two more soldiers on the left and right were responsible for stealthily attacking, and they used spears to attack specifically from the ribs of the Tartars, and as long as they were poked, they were fist-sized holes.

Ma Wannian's arms were forced, and the tip of the spear stirred, and immediately crushed the internal organs of the Tartar, and red internal organs flowed out along the hole, and the Tartar fell to the ground screaming in pain.

The White Pole Soldiers had been sharpened into an efficient killing machine, and almost all of the more than 200 Tartars who rushed up were killed in less than a quarter of an hour. The blood on the ground and the mournful war horses all tell the fierceness of the battle.

Ma Degong watched the battle from the sidelines, his brows furrowed, he really couldn't imagine that a group of cavalry would be defeated by the infantry, it was too embarrassing.

Ma Degong looked back at the others, and the soldiers under him were also puzzled.

"Brothers, these Ming soldiers are a bit of a doorway, but Lao Tzu has known a reason since he was a child, and the two-legged ones can't do the four-legged ones, so the big guy will rush me!"

These cavalrymen all mustered up their energy, and rushed forward frantically as Ma Degong's sword pointed.

Ma Wannian looked at these moths and lantern throwing guys, didn't care at all, and said loudly: "Brothers, let them see our real ability!" ”

As he spoke, three hundred musketeers rushed out from behind the phalanx of spears, and they lined up in three rows, with the soldiers in the first row kneeling on one leg. The moonlight of the Hindu moon in the sky could only slightly allow the soldiers to see the figure clearly, and they simply turned the target into a war horse under the crotch, obviously this bigger guy is easy to hit.

Bang bang bang......

Shots rang out, and the horses rushing in front were like electric shocks, although the vitality of these animals is more tenacious than that of humans, but there is a limit to what can be done.

After several improvements, the lethality of the Angolan army's guns has approached the limit of front-loading guns. The huge horse's head was half shot off. The bullet pierced his neck, and the blood dried up in an instant. Hit the chest and explode flesh and blood.

The horses fell in pieces, and the knights above were thrown to the ground. Without horses, the cavalry was less dangerous than the infantry, and they soon became the target of the musketeers behind.

Bursts of fire swept in, and the Tartar casualties became more and more serious, leaving hundreds of corpses in just a few dozen steps.

Ma Degong was under layers of protection and was not injured, but he was also so shocked that his limbs were numb, but he opened the bow and did not turn back, so Ma Degong could only grit his teeth.

"Rush, give me a hard rush!"

The cavalry continued to advance, the musketeers had already retreated, and the pikemen raised their weapons and met the enemy again. The hand-to-hand combat soon entered the most brutal fight. Soldier against soldier, general against general, both sides suffered casualties on both sides, and the early cavalry had some advantages, but after falling into a stalemate, the ferocity of the white pole soldier was reflected, and an average white pole soldier could exchange two or three Tartars.

Ma Wannian also fought hard, the spear in his hand had broken two, and before he could take the spear again, the Tartar rushed up, and he had to draw the sword under his ribs to meet the enemy.

Ma Wannian has had high hopes from Qin Liangyu since he was a child, and his martial arts training is so strict that it is simply harsh. As soon as he thought of his grandmother's bamboo cane and pulled it down, Ma Wannian's scalp was numb. It is also this strictness that gives Ma Wannian sufficient self-confidence.

The waist knife swung up, one by one, and cut down three Tartars in succession, all of them cleanly.

At this time, Ma Degong also noticed Ma Wannian, and he didn't see such a junior at all. Hurried up on horseback.

"Boy, let's take your life!"

With a slash, Ma Wannian hurriedly blocked with the waist knife in his hand, but Ma Degong relied on the advantage of the war horse, and his strength was amazing, and he actually shook Ma Wannian's knife away.

Ma Wannian only felt that half of his arm was numb, and blood flowed out of the tiger's mouth, and he knew that he couldn't fight hard, so he hurriedly rolled on the ground and unloaded his strength. However, he didn't roll casually, and suddenly he came to the side of Ma Degong's war horse, and the sword in his hand was pulled by Sakuraya in a hurry

The three-legged horse fell, and the horse fell to the ground. The savior of the white pole soldiers on the side was so anxious that they all rushed up, and Ma Degong only felt a pile of spears piercing towards him.

He was also worthy of being an old soldier, so he hurriedly grabbed a family member and blocked the front, this family member was skewered with sugar gourds, Ma Degong rolled up from the ground, turned around and ran. His men escorted the horses and retreated in a hurry.

Ma Wannian got up from the ground and sneered: "Chase, follow me to Handan!" ”

The morale of the white-pole soldiers was like a rainbow, and they frantically killed them, and Ma Degong grabbed a war horse and fled.

Along the way, he blamed himself, he was also an old man, why bother working so hard, it was better to guard the fortified city, and wait for the army to arrive, and save himself the risk!

He kept telling himself that the war horse ran to Handan, and he looked up suddenly, only to see the fire in Handan City, shouting and killing. Ma Degong suddenly felt cold and almost fell.

"It's over!" (To be continued......)