The charge of hundreds of cavalry was like thunder on the flat ground, and the sound of hooves made people feel very depressed.

This is the innate oppression of infantry in the face of cavalry, and this oppression comes from the natural restraint attribute of each other's troops.

Or maybe it's the overwhelming advantage that comes from being tall and big.

Closer and closer, clearer and clearer.

The cavalry from above, rushing towards him with a hideous gaze.

One hundred steps, sixty steps, thirty steps...

"Don't mess around, don't move, listen to me!"

Shi Dayong screamed with a dry mouth. Shouting was his only weapon, and he had nothing to do but keep shouting to cheer his men on.

Winning the head of the general in a million army, capturing the thief and capturing the king first are descriptions in romance novels.

Shi Dayong did not have the courage to charge against hundreds of cavalry alone, if this scene really happened, Shi Dayong believed that his end would be extremely miserable.

"We are all raised by our fathers and mothers, if we die, who will send the second elder to the end! So we must live, believe me, believe in yourselves, and we will live! ”

"I know that some of you have already married and had children, so think of your mother-in-law, think of your children who can walk! If you die, you'll never see your flesh and blood! Let's not fight for anyone, just for our parents, wives and children! ”

"Come on, Manchurian dog, come on!"

"Come on!"

Almost frantically shouted the last "come on", Shi Dayong's eyes turned red, and he roared like he wanted to explode his lungs: "Vertical!" ”

……….

"Chop off the heads of the rebels, strip them of their clothes, snatch the rebels' horses, string the noses of the surrenderers, and make them our most docile cattle and sheep!"

Bayan was a little sickly excited, and the silent Ming army in front of him was no different from a dead man in his eyes.

The experience of following the Khan King into the customs and fighting told him that the army of the Ming Kingdom had never dared to fight.

No matter how well equipped they are, no matter how neat their array is, everything is useless.

When the hooves of the first horse step into the opponent's ranks, a rout begins.

Therefore, there is no need to be afraid, there is no need to hesitate, there is no need to think, fighting against the Ming people depends on courage.

Courage, belong to me Manchurian warriors!

Courage belongs to me with a red flag!

Courage belongs to me!

"Ahh …… Kill! Bayan roared excitedly.

"Kill!"

Hundreds of Mongol soldiers, led by Bayan, also became like wolves seeing lambs, howling and waving the long knives in their hands, desperately rushing towards the Ming troops who were already squatting on the ground in fright.

Seeing that he was about to rush into the defense line of the Ming army, Gulbush couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief, maybe he was a little too cautious just now, these Ming soldiers were indeed bluffing, in fact, they were the same as Zu Dashou in Dalinghe City, they were all helping cowardly guys, and some of the Ming troops were so frightened that they squatted to the ground!

The Ming army's firearms are useless at all, and after a round of fighting, they will become the same as burning wooden sticks. The black smoke emitted by the firebolt will be our best cover, Ming people, suffer death!

Almost every Mongol soldier was thinking about the same thing, that is, the Ming ** team's fire guns could only be fired once, and after that, they would be lambs to the slaughter.

However, no one paid attention to it, and the Ming people's firecracker did not start at all.

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Here comes the Tartars, here comes the Tartars ...

Because of excessive nervousness, An Dexi, a soldier of the Wuzi Battalion, had been tense all the time, and there was no trace of blood on his almost rigid face. The instinct to survive made him hold the long wood in his hand tightly.

Behind him, every word of the garrison was deeply in his ears, An Dexi did not have a family, but he had parents.

Thinking of the scene of Tartars burning and looting in Gyeonggi two years ago, and fleeing to the countryside with his parents, An Dexi subconsciously choked.

The garrison is right, I have to live, only by living, can I send the second elder to the end, if I die, who will take care of my father.

Live, live, I want to live!

The most primitive instinct of human beings is to survive, and the motivation to survive can destroy everything.

No one wants to die.

Shi Dayong didn't say anything big to his subordinates, any nation-state, he only told his subordinates that he lived not for others, but for himself, his parents, and his wife and children.

Empty words, big words, what's the point of saying too much. Only home is the most simple and useful truth.

Only when there is a home can there be a country, and if there is no home, there is no country. People live for the sake of the family first, and the country second. If you can't fight for your loved ones, then why fight for your country!

Soldiers are also human beings, if they are people, they will have a home, if they are people, they will miss home, and they will have fathers and mothers, wives and children at home! For their sake, it must be lived! If you want to survive, you must fight to the death!

Cowards are not qualified to live, let alone homesick.

……….

The cavalry of the Tartars rushed up.

"Vertical!"

On the verge of collapse, the soldiers finally waited for the order of the garrison.

In an instant, the soldiers of the Yongzi Battalion A who had already squatted on the ground in the front row mechanically erected the long sticks in their hands, and the sharpened sticks pointed directly at the cavalry who were swarming over.

"Something!"

The sudden appearance of sharp wood made the Mongolian soldiers who rushed to the front look stunned, but the stunned quickly disappeared, looking at the sharpened wood, they seemed to understand something, and their faces turned white in an instant.

But it was too late.

"Phew!"

The Mongols fought their horses, trying to avoid the spiky logs. However, just like the arrow on the bow, I have to make a truth, at this moment, they have no room for detours, let alone time.

Bayan, who was praised as the "first warrior of Mongolia" by the Later Jin Dabeile Daishan, the Manchurian Red Banner Mongolian Niu Lu Shideba, did not live up to Dai Shan's praise, he is indeed a warrior, because he is the fastest rush.

From launching an unauthorized charge to discovering the suddenly erected sharp logs of the Ming army, Bayan has always been at the forefront.

That means he's not going to end well. The end of rushing too fast is that Bayan is the first to hit the sharp wood of Nasensen.

"Abab, Abab, cowardice!"

No matter how brave Bayan was, he didn't want to die, he shouted in fear, desperately pulling the reins of his horse, but everything he did was in vain.

In fact, all he could do was watch his mount sink headlong into the glowing wood.

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War horses also have spirituality; Animals also have the instinct to survive.

Like a sudden brake, a few horses stopped moving forward, but their whole bodies continued to rush forward, crashing into the tip of death impartially.

There was a war horse that broke its front leg directly because it stopped too quickly, and fell to the ground with its head. The Mongol soldiers on the horse screamed and were thrown into the defense line of the Ming army, and hit the ground heavily, bleeding to death.

In the burst of "poof" sound, soon more than a dozen war horses were directly pierced by the sharp wood of the Wuzi Battalion, and the horse blood spurted out like a ruptured human artery, splashing on the faces of the soldiers of the Wuzi Battalion, fishy and hot.