Ebilong, such an iron-clad tough guy couldn't help but tears in his eyes, a full 1,500 people, he lost more than 500 people on the way to the charge, and when he approached the enemy's battle formation, he was knocked down by the dense Zhuge crossbow, and the rest of the people didn't get cheap in hand-to-hand combat, and the exchange was not even five to one, it's no wonder, people's spears are eight feet, how can they not get close, plus the fierce slashing of those fierce generals, the loss is even more serious, I am afraid that there are twenty or thirty brothers who died at the hands of that red-robed young general alone.

Desperately fleeing, skilled equestrianism can also be regarded as handy at this time, regardless of the bow and arrow behind him, just run forward, the faster the better, the farther the better. Fortunately, the enemy did not launch a pursuit, hmph, even if they know each other, they may not be afraid to chase after them, and they can still regain a little confidence in their efforts immediately.

But what little confidence they had had was about to be swept away, for a hundred light cavalry of Zamuhe were waiting for them in front of them, and had been waiting for them for a long time.

People eat meat and I drink soup, I can't kill the enemy on the main battlefield, I can only pick up some rags, and the errand of cleaning up more than 200 remnants makes Zamuhe very unhappy, but there is better than nothing, and 200 remnants are also meat.

Seeing a group of Qing troops with crooked helmets and slanted armor running over in a hurry, Zhamuhe pointed at the remnants of the soldiers with a horsewhip and said: "The eagles on the grassland, there is a group of jackals with arrows on the opposite side, what should I do?" ”

"Shoot them!" The hussars shouted rudely.

"Good! Shoot them to death, let these guys who think they think they are the first in mounted archery see the power of Genghis Khan's descendants, and see who is the real first in mounted archery. Zhamuhe looked at the Qing army that was getting closer and closer, and calmly ordered: "Wait, wait, okay." Shoot the arrows! ”

The three hundred routs led by Ebilong were shot by Liu Ziguang and their arrows, and thirty or forty horsemen fell off their horses, and now there were only more than two hundred people.

Seeing that there were only a hundred cavalry in front of them to intercept, they not only did not make a detour to escape, but while drawing their bows and arrows, they slammed the horse's belly and rushed over, speeding up, ready to kill this hundred roadblockers.

With the order of "release the arrows" of Zha Muhe, a bowstring sounded, and a hundred arrows were shot out early, like a hundred falcons that pounced on rabbits flew towards the remnants of the Qing army, at this time the distance between the two armies exceeded a stone's throw away, and the bows and arrows of the Qing army were still on the bowstring, but with their rapid assault, it was equivalent to rushing over in the rain of arrows, more than a dozen people fell off their horses in an instant, and the rest of the people gritted their teeth and continued to rush, and raised their bows to fight back together at an appropriate distance.

But the cavalry on the opposite side turned around and ran, turning around and releasing arrows as they ran, and the arrows shot by the Qing army could only unfortunately fall behind their horses' buttocks, or were blocked by shields, while the arrows they shot could accurately pierce the chests of the Qing army.

Ebilong had a feeling of being overwhelmed, this is a typical tactic of the Mongols, he suddenly came to his senses, grabbed the reins and shouted: "Stop!"

The well-trained bannermen also followed and grabbed the reins, panting as they waited for the orders of the Metropolitan Lord.

Zha Muhe did not speak, his eyes fixed on the enemy at the arrow in front of him, and those people also stopped when they saw that the Qing army had stopped their horses' hooves, and the whole team looked defiantly towards this side.

Both sides did not speak, but at the same time quickly formed an arrow formation suitable for hedging, since the tactics have been discovered by the other party, let's have a face-to-face cavalry fight, the Mongolian athletes are not only good at archery, but also first-class knife skills, Zha Muhe's war horses are at the front of the team, and the brothers are lined up on the left and right in the shape of wild goose feathers. The horses snorted and snorted excitedly, as if they were looking forward to the battle that was coming.

This is a grassy slope, unknown wildflowers bloom beside the path trampled by passers-by, the air is filled with a faint smell of blood and grass, many Qing soldiers who were hit by arrows also don't care about treating their wounds, gritting their teeth and drawing their sabers, staring at the mysterious enemy with excellent archery skills in front of them, this battle is too wretched, first fell into the opponent's arrow array and lost a large number of brothers, and now is humiliated by these cavalry, even if they flee back, they have no face to see, they must kill all these cavalry to shame!

The two sides paused for a while to accumulate horsepower, and then invariably urged the horses, shouting and rushing towards each other, the horses ran faster and faster, and the weapons in the hands of the knights also shone with dazzling brilliance in the sun, and finally the two cavalry collided together, and at the moment of the wrong horse, the sabers, flails, maces, and maces in the hands of the knights were fiercely beckoned to the nearest enemy, and people on both sides fell off their horses, and the knights turned their horses back after a round of confrontation, and then carried out a second charge, This time the two sides really got together, and the Qing soldiers were desperate to find that they were not only lagging behind in archery and equestrianism, but also in hand-to-hand combat, and that the enemy included both the standard Mongol faces with stout and looped legs, and the Turkic people with gray eyes and high noses, these nomads were even more brave and good at fighting than their Eight Banner soldiers.

Ebilong is not only a commander of the white flag, but also a warrior who enjoys the title of Baturu, the wrong silver iron oxtail broadsword in his hand is a weapon personally awarded by Prince Rui Dolgon, the knife body is heavy, extremely sharp, there have been countless soldiers and people of the Ming Dynasty died under this knife, and now the man who is about to die under this knife is the man who rushed to the forefront of the Mongolian cavalry, the man is short and strong like a millstone, the fierce little eyes exude murderous aura, two Mongolian pigtails are pulled into a straight line with the wind, and the mace in his hand is raised high, The spiked hammerhead is the size of a human head.

What a fierce man, Ebi Long secretly admired, but the Mongolian heroes who died in my hands are not a hundred but eighty, I think that when dealing with the troops of the Mongolian Lin Dan Khan, those Mongolian soldiers with inferior iron knives and arrows made of bones are also the same fanatical and ferocious as these people in front of them, and they are not the same corpses that were beaten by my Eight Banners warriors all over the field.

These thoughts flashed in his mind, the heads of the horses on both sides were already close, Ebilong slashed the oxtail knife to the head of the Mongolian strong man, the movement was fast and powerful, even a stone statue could be cut open, the strong man reacted quickly, his left hand flipped over, the iron shield was facing the oxtail knife to block it, there was a loud noise, the tiger mouth of the forehead was numb, the steel knife almost came off, he missed a blow, flipped his wrist and just wanted to cut again, the man's nail hammer had smashed over, and it was in the right shoulder of the forehead, The copper nails on the shoulder guards were all smashed, the iron blades in the armor were also shattered, the sharp pain came, the steel knife flew out, the Ebilong turned his head to see that the shoulder had been smashed, the nail head hammer was both a blunt weapon and a sharp weapon, the huge hammer head smashed the shoulder blades of Opilon, and the sharp steel nails pierced several deep blood holes through the armor leaves.

Ebi Long didn't snort, his left hand pulled out a four-edged iron mace from his back, this is his second weapon, the Mongolian man turned the horse over and continued to swing the hammer, the mace and the iron mace collided together, sparks splashed, in the end the left hand was not strong enough, the mouth of the Ebi Dragon Tiger was cracked, the weapon came out of his hand again, he was horrified, his body was low, and he slammed the horse's belly, trying to escape from the road. The Mongolian strong man's horse took a step faster, and the mace smashed heavily on the back of the heart, and a stream of blood spurted out, and the dragon's eyes were black, and he fell on the horse softly.

The remnants of the Qing army were swept away by the Mongol light cavalry, and after two or three rounds, there were no Qing soldiers alive immediately. The light cavalry gathered away the ownerless horses, cut off the heads of the dead, tied their long braids to the belts around the horses' necks, picked up the corpses of their fallen comrades, and returned to the division in victory.

When the light cavalry company came back, the cleaning of the battlefield was still going on, and the arrows that could be used were pulled out from the enemy's body and the ground, and the blood stains were wiped off on the grass and thrown into the basket, and when he saw the Qing soldier who was not dead, he would make up for it, and then cut off his head, these are all war exploits, as for the corpses, throw them aside first, so many human corpses and horse corpses have no time to clean up, so they can only cheapen the nearby birds and beasts first, but they must send someone to burn them afterwards, it is spring, It's no joke to come up with a plague. The bodies of their own people were gathered together and buried in a large pit. The wounded were bandaged and sent directly back to the ironworks on carts.

This battle annihilated 1,500 Qing troops, more than 30 of their own casualties, and more than 100 wounded, most of the casualties were coachmen. This is all due to the prepared car formation, a good defense system greatly kills the enemy, protects themselves, and in general this battle is a complete victory.

The quality of the armor and weapons of the Qing army is worse than that produced by the iron factory, and it is not uncommon to serve the death camp, but Liu Ziguang has a lot of eyes, and orders his subordinates to collect a complete set of armor and weapon flags, and disguise them as the Qing army to engage in a sneak attack war or something in the future, which can come in handy.

The Qing army's war horses were gathered a lot, and after this battle, at least more than 200 soldiers of the death battalion were changed from chariot infantry to horse infantry.

The rice made before was cooked, and a lot of dry food such as dried meat and pickles were collected from the Qing soldiers, and there were also spirits and knives burned outside, and the soldiers sat around the fire, cut off the good meat from the dead horses and roasted them on the fire, and then sprinkled salt and chewed them, the Mongols considered the war horse to be the friend of the rider, even the enemy's war horse was worthy of respect, they did not eat horse meat, they made their own bunch, drank mare's milk and spirits, and ate the sac cake and jerky baked in the camp.

The platoon commander of the pro-soldier company who was in charge of cleaning the battlefield ran to Liu Ziguang with half a bag of rice and presented it with both hands: "General, this was found on the Qing soldiers' firehead army, you see."

"Wuhu special supply, Ming will win. It's our Ming Army's rations, these Tartars really don't regard themselves as outsiders, this must be the result of their last grain robbery team. Liu Ziguang pointed to the words on the rice bag and said.

"It seems that something is wrong, the military rations in Wuhu were the first to arrive, and the Qing army had not yet begun to rob our grain routes at that time, and the last few batches of victims were all the grain teams of Nanzhili." Wu Sangui said suspiciously.

He reached out and grabbed a handful of rice and pinched it, "It's the best new rice, much stronger than the bad we eat, how can the Qing army have the military rations of the Ming Dynasty, it's really strange." We also robbed the grain team of the Qing army, and the rice transported from their rear was not so slender and round, but thick and dull Gaoli rice. ”

"Go and invite Zhou Mengren." Liu Ziguang waved his hand, and Master Zhou and the Qing army spy all went with the team, preparing to expose Cui Chengxiu as human and physical evidence at a critical moment. In the bloody battle outside just now, Master Zhou hid in the carriage and didn't dare to come out, and now his face is still pale.

"This is indeed Wuhu rice." Zhou Mengren grabbed a handful of rice in his hand and looked at it, and said to Liu Ziguang.

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