"Mr. Qian, the front can't hold on, what should we do?"

The sudden reversal of the tide of the battle made everyone in the cavalry battalion dumbfounded, so that it was impossible to stop the young men and men of the baggage battalion from escaping. At this point, even if they had the heart to stop the fleeing crowd, they were powerless.

The Jiannu on the left flank had already broken down in a group and rushed towards the cavalry battalion. Their goal was clear, they were coming at the cavalry battalion, and they didn't pay any attention to the fleeing civilians along the way.

Now the choice in front of the cavalry battalion was difficult, either rush up and fight the Tartar cavalry to the end, or immediately turn around and flee to Jinzhou.

Choosing the latter, with the speed of the cavalry, Jiannu could not stop it at all, but it meant that the second battalion of Wuyong and those young men and women would all become the souls of the Tartar sword.

Needless to say, what does it mean to choose the former.

Jiang Wanli silently watched the chaotic scene in front of him, his heart froze little by little, and the expression on his face became more and more gloomy little by little.

There is no time left, a decision must be made right away!

Wu Tieshan, Sun Youjin, and Li Changhe, the three cavalry commanders, came over, looking at Jiang Wanli with a serious expression, they were waiting for the order of Lord Qian. Although they knew what Lord Dao Qian would choose, they still looked at Jiang Wanli firmly, they were waiting for the order to attack.

After throwing a disdainful glance at the head of Dalinghe City, Jiang Wanli pulled out his saber from his waist, clamped his legs, and the war horse immediately galloped forward a few steps, and then he made a sharp strangulation, and the mount let out a long neigh, and the front hooves hovered in mid-air, and stomped heavily on the ground.

Hoofs falling, sounding.

"Brothers, do you remember Man Shuai! Do you remember Andingmen? Do you remember the millions of fathers and villagers who were slaughtered by the Tartars? ”

Three questions, no one answered.

Three hundred cavalry, everyone was silent, and everyone looked at their thousand generals.

Jiang Wanli didn't show a disappointed look, they were all from Liaodong, they were all refugees back then, everyone had a monstrous blood feud with Jiannu, how could he not know what they were thinking at the moment!

The revenge of killing his father is not shared.

The hatred of killing his mother is like a sea of blood.

For the sake of the dead wife and the dead children, kill all the slaves!

In the silent eyes of his subordinates, Jiang Wanli raised the long knife in his hand again, and said in a loud voice: "If you still remember, then kill slaves with me, kill slaves!" Let's comfort the handsome spirits in heaven with the human head of the Tartar! Comfort our loved ones in the heavenly spirits! Attack, the whole army attack! ”

"Attack! Offensive! ”

"Kill slaves! Kill slaves! ”

The three hundred cavalrymen erupted in earth-shattering shouts, their gaze replaced by hatred.

Jiang Wanli took the lead: Lord Shi, Jiang Mou lives up to your trust, I hope my 300 cavalry can save the entire army of Songshan!

"Drink! Call! ”

Dekeqin's left flank with yellow flag Manchurian soldiers and Jiang Wanli's Songshan cavalry battalion were like two sharp arrows, and like two torrents, surging and about to collide together.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Just as the two teams were about to collide, a thunderclap of fire rang out over the battlefield, deafening the ears.

It is a three-eyed firebolt, a firebolt that can fire three times in a row.

When the fire cracked out, Dekeqin knew that the road was not good.

"Plop, plop!"

In the sound of the guns, those flagmen who had no armor at all or only a pitiful layer of cotton armor fell from their horses, and before they could let out a wail, they were trampled into flesh by the hooves of the war horses. A corpse that has not been made of flesh is like a polo on a polo field, one will be thrown this way, the other will be thrown that way.

With such a close-range firearm shot, the white-armored soldiers wearing several layers of thick armor were not spared. The white-armored soldiers who rushed in front of the six horsemen fell to the ground with their horses and could not live on the spot.

As if to vent all the blood feuds of the family and country, the cavalry instantly lost all their guns, and then roared and waved their guns and rushed towards the Tatar cavalry.

The real cavalry charged, and the swords and spears in their hands did not even have time to be used, and the sound of falling horses came and went.

There was no fancy movement, and the heads and arms kept throwing up and falling.

Dekeqin underestimated the enemy, he thought that he could wipe out this flashy Ming cavalry with the help of the white armor soldiers and banner soldiers, but after the two armies clashed, he realized that he had made a fatal mistake - he really underestimated the will of this small Ming cavalry to kill the enemy.

As a result of the launch of the Three-Eyed Firebolt, at least 50 Manchurian flagmen were knocked off their horses, and more than 30 more were dismounted during the collision. Dekeqin's subordinates totaled sixteen white-armored soldiers and one hundred and forty bannermen, which was more than half of them. Although some of the Ming army were also dismissed, they were much less in comparison.

Soon, Dekeqin tasted the bitter fruit of underestimating the enemy, and faced with the Ming cavalry, which numbered much more than himself, he fell into a bitter battle with the remnants of the white armor soldiers and bannermen. If it weren't for the fact that the remaining white-armored soldiers were too brave and could resist the Ming army with one as three or even five, I'm afraid those bannermen would have been wiped out long ago.

"Blow the trumpet, blow the trumpet!"

Lord Niu Lu was shooting the Ming army frantically, and the Mongol soldiers of Gulbush were about to break through the defense line of the Ming army, and the battlefield was full of fleeing Ming troops, but his side was surrounded by the Ming army. Deke diligently judged the situation, and did not force himself to support himself, but hurriedly ordered to blow the trumpet for help.

The horn of "woo" sounded quickly, and when he heard the trumpet of Dekeqin asking for help, Tu Lai's face couldn't help twitching, and without a trace of hesitation, he waved his hand and ordered to attack. But it was not to rescue Dekeqin, but to kill the Ming army who was strangled with the Mongolian soldiers with red flags.

The king of Khan taught us to read more books and learn more strategies of the Han people. Since the leader of this Ming army will be trapped in their defenses, he must be shot first. As soon as the Lord will die, the will to resist of those Ming troops will be completely broken.

Tu Lai is worthy of Fei Yingdong's son, he can see at a glance that the cavalry of the Ming army is to save their main general and launch a charge, so as long as they succeed in shooting the main general of the Ming army, they will lose their backbone, so that under the crazy attack of the Manchurian warriors, the whole army will be scattered.

As for Dekeqin's plea for help, Tu Cheng did not take it seriously, he believed that even if the Manchurian warriors were at a disadvantage, they would still be able to draw with the outnumbered Ming army, or even defeat them.

Perhaps, in less than half a pillar of incense, the Ming army should collapse.

"Attack!"

Tulai's broadsword flashed with his hideous smile.

He was qualified enough to let out his hearty laughter, and he was confident enough to annihilate the enemy in one fell swoop, and in front of his eyes, the resistance of the Ming army was getting weaker and weaker, and although the corpses of the Mongol soldiers had been piled up on the not very long Ming defense line, there were fewer and fewer soldiers who could take up arms.

Victory belongs to the courageous and invincible Manchurian warriors.