The retreat should have been smooth for the cavalry. Pursuit, too, should be difficult for the infantry. Since ancient times, infantry against cavalry has been able to maintain their own formation without being broken, even if it is a big victory, but it is difficult to further expand the results.

Because the two legs of the infantry could not outrun the four legs of the cavalry. This is also the reason why in infantry battles of tens of thousands of scales, the victorious infantry side only beheads dozens or even hundreds of ranks.

Obtaining a thousand levels of decapitation can be called a great victory and go down in history. Therefore, successive dynasties wanted to achieve strategic suppression of the steppe peoples, even if they used their national strength to build a strong cavalry.

Otherwise, you will always be pressed and beaten. Winning countless times will not change this status quo, but as long as you fail once, you will definitely be in danger of destroying the country and extinction.

This should have been the case on the east bank of the Daling River now, but for some reason the remnants of the Manchu and Mongolian cavalry, who were in a hurry to retreat, were in chaos.

There are many reasons for this, it may be that the Manchu and Mongolian soldiers did not expect the firepower of the puppet army to be so dense and powerful, or it may be that these soldiers who are themselves untrained and unequipped cannot be called cavalry in the strict sense of the word, or that there is a problem with the command system of the Manchu and Mongolian coalition forces, but it is more likely that they are afraid.

The artillery fire of the Restoration Army made many of the wounded horses become like wild beasts, running around and stirring up their own men and horses into a pot of porridge.

Looking down from 30,000 feet above the battlefield, you can see that on the battlefield that stretches for more than ten miles, countless Manchurian cavalry are crowded in a patch of area, everyone wants to turn around, everyone wants to run first, but no one can move, and the scene is very chaotic.

Realizing that the Manchu and Mongolian bandit forces had collapsed, Yasuki, the commander of Shinichi Town, quickly ordered the execution of Plan B.

Plan B has only one goal - to continuously expand the enemy's chaos and take advantage of the enemy's chaos to expand the results of the war.

In the sound of "whoosh", all kinds of improved fireworks bombs rose into the air. This kind of pyrotechnic flare, which is visually two or three miles away, effectively makes up for the shortcomings of the inefficiency of the military orders, so that the officers commanding operations everywhere can read the military orders of the command headquarters at a glance and adjust them as quickly as possible.

On the contrary, due to the chaos, the command system of the Manchurian and Mongolian coalition forces was completely paralyzed, and under the superposition of one positive and one negative, the intention of the new army to counter-charge and expand the results of the battle was like being magnified by a magnifying glass.

"Kill!" The only cavalry of the Restoration Army, with more than 600 officers and men, was divided into two teams, one from the east to the Manchu and Mongolian troops, and the other from the west side, like forked scissors, slashing heavily to the rear flank of the Manchu and Mongolian remnants.

Their task was not to use their sabers to reap the lives of the retreating Manchu and Mongolian cavalry, but to constantly attack the Manchu and Mongolian soldiers who had gathered together, to cross the Manchu and Mongolian army's large array as quickly as possible, to constantly stir up and create greater chaos, and to create opportunities for their own infantry to annihilate the enemy on a large scale.

In the sound of cannonballs, there was the sound of drums. If you listen closely, the drums are not war drums, but a very rhythmic one

"Dongdong" sound. The camera turns, and rows of soldiers of the Restoration Army in red uniforms slowly advance like blood lines in the sound of drums with flintlocks in their hands.

On the far right of the bloodline is a drummer with a small drum made of cowhide hanging from his chest, who is not disturbed by any external factors, but concentrates on hitting the small drum on his chest with his drumsticks.

The red officers and soldiers on the blood line on the left side lined up in a tight queue to the sound of the drums, and they would stop subconsciously in an instant when they were fast or slow, so as to ensure that the entire queue was in a straight line.

Blood lines, like long red walls, slowly pushed towards the enemy in front of them. Someone was nervous, but no one was afraid.

Because their sacrifice will bring great glory to their parents, wives and children, and enough to feed and clothe them.

The Emperor of the Restoration not only loved soldiers like children, but also regarded each soldier's family scroll as his own.

There is a saying in the army, that is, the emperor said before the Eastern Expedition that if too many officers and soldiers were killed and the pension of the state treasury was not enough, then he would sell the garden, sell the imperial village, and sell everything he could.

"If I don't have enough belongings to sell, then I will sell myself!" What kind of emperor is this? O true lord of men.

"Ready, put!"

"Free Fire!" Platoon guns turned into loose guns, and loose guns turned into platoon guns. In the smoke of gunpowder, hundreds of chariots drawn by two horses, a hand-cranked Jatling wheel could not help but spray anger at the retreating Manchurian cavalry.

This is about the six emperors of the Restoration

The product of the instruction "firepower should not only be intensive, but also mobile". In the end, Wang Fu, the governor of Zhili, adhered to the above intentions and combined the characteristics of the classical Chinese military formation, and successfully combined Jartrin with the chariots that had been eliminated for a hundred years.

And named

"Armored motor vehicles". In addition to a Jatling, the armoured car was also equipped with arrows and gunplates on both sides, and spears made of steel were installed on both sides of the wheels.

In addition to the two Jartling marksmen, there were also two shooters armed with flintlock pistols to ensure that the Jartlings were able to prevent the enemy from approaching while reloading.

The driver of the car was wearing double armor, a pointed helmet and a mask, and only his eyes were exposed. Five people form a chariot, which is also a combat group.

The function of the armored vehicle is not to effectively shoot the enemy, and the accuracy of the Jartling is almost equal to zero on the moving vehicle, but in high-speed running, the armored vehicle capable of firing 48 guns at a time can undoubtedly play a double shock effect on the enemy's mind and body, helping to divide the enemy array.

The simultaneous collective use of dozens or even hundreds of armored vehicles tore apart the enemy's large array like a steel beast.

"Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate!" This is the military training written in the hearts of the officers and men of the armored battalion in Xinyi Town.

The armed Jartling chariot group was like a big knife in the Manchu and Mongolian cavalry formation, beating the remnants of the Manchu and Mongolian soldiers who were eager to retreat into despair, and panic and fear spread rapidly.

They had no idea how many of their comrades had died under the heavy fire of the Restoration, so they had to get out of here as soon as possible.

The generals of Manchuria and Mongolia were all taking the lead in running to the rear, and the war horse of Andalshan, the commander of the Manchurian Eight Banners, the deputy commander of Xingjing, was hit by the artillery fire of the Restoration Army and fell to death.

I can't pay attention to Prince Korqin who is still dancing the flag at the stone bridge. The tragic phenomenon of defeat like a mountain made the almost beggar-like cavalry of Monan Mongolia also completely collapsed, those with horses ran directly, and those without horses also showed their magical powers like eight immortals crossing the sea, some went to pull the ownerless horse on the battlefield, and some went to snatch the war horse under the crotch of their companions.

In order to snatch the horses, some Mongol soldiers even killed each other. Fatal bones, except for flesh and blood relatives, who cares about whom?

The stone bridge was littered with mutilated corpses left over from the fierce battle. Looking at the soldiers who were fleeing in all directions, the prince of Korqin shook the apricot yellow banner in his heart, but no warrior could turn around and launch a decisive charge against the enemy as fearlessly as before.

The courage of the warriors has been broken and broken!

"Lord Wang, withdraw!" The dozens of remaining guards cried and begged their lord to evacuate the dangerous place, for the puppet army had already pounced on them.

"There are only princes who died in battle in the Qing Dynasty, and there are no princes who escaped!" Prince Zoriktu Gong Grabutan held the flagpole of the apricot yellow banner with both hands, but he did not wave it again, but smashed the flag against the stone slab on the ground, looked at the puppet army of the Restoration who were wearing red military uniforms and pressed up, and let out a final roar: "Horqin right wing, I'd rather die than retreat!" ”