Countless people rushed out of the forest like crazy horses, many of them still carrying flames. The fast-running war horse gave enough oxygen to the flames, and the faster the war horse ran, the louder the screams of the people above became.

Under the silver moonlight, gunshots rang out constantly. One by one, those who rode war horses, brandished sabers, or bent bows and arrows were shot off their horses. The gunners of the Liao army all lay on the ground to shoot, and a good shooting posture ensured the accuracy of shooting.

Promise Gronn sent rangers to patrol the area, and those rangers also spotted rocket artillery. Unfortunately, the Ranger didn't have time to run back and bring the deadly news to Promise Gron.

The frenzied ranger could only use his scimitar and bow and arrow to try to tear through the defense, and with a few grenades, he died with the long pipe guys.

The bullet easily tore through their leather armor and flew out with musculoskeletal fragments and canopy of blood. None of the elite rangers broke through the infantry's defenses.

On the muddy grass, countless soldiers were running. These soldiers were in groups of three and five, looking chaotic but staggered and orderly. Some people advance, others stop and watch. The whole procession rolled forward and marched quickly.

The half-kneeling spear-holding soldiers shot very accurately, and as soon as the Jungar cavalry was within range, several bullets were hit on the men and horses.

At this time, the Jungger cavalry who could still find the Liao army was a small number after all, and after most of the cavalry rushed out, they urged the war horses to gallop away. It doesn't matter which direction it is, anyway, run out of the battlefield first.

What they didn't expect was that a large number of cavalry had already gathered around the battlefield. Within a radius of fifty miles, tens of thousands of cavalry were scattered. The cavalrymen were armed with semi-automatic rifles, and they held them in both hands, holding their horses between their legs. Shooting on a galloping warhorse, there is actually a good hit rate.

The Jungar cavalry, who were in a hurry, wanted to return fire with bows and arrows, but the range and hit rate of the bows and arrows were far worse than bullets. The result of the shooting was that almost no Liao cavalry fell off their horses, and the Jungar cavalry did not run away.

The herd of pack horses galloped towards the hellish forest, which was still four or five miles away. The pack horses stopped, and the artillerymen jumped off their horses and assembled the mortars as fast as they could.

The cavalry regiment was quickly dispersed around the perimeter to keep on guard, and no Jungar cavalry was allowed to approach.

Mortars are known for their simple structure and crazy rate of fire. A square tray with a barrel and a tripod will do.

With such a large forest, there is no need to calculate soldiers. After the direction was corrected, the cannonballs smashed into it vigorously.

A mortar shell landed under the belly of Naker's horse, and Promise Grond saw both men and horses being swept up by the waves. The shrapnel blew the horse's stomach to shreds, and the horse's intestines fell out while it was still in the air. When the man on horseback fell to the ground and tossed like a fish, the scream was not something that could be uttered.

Just now, he dreamed in a dream that Khan Baturhun had bestowed Bayan Ulan Sea on him. With the glory of defeating the Ming army, he received countless praises and glory.

But the sound of the landslide pulled him back from his dream, and there were explosions everywhere, fires everywhere, and the screams of people and the neighing of horses mingled. The flying shrapnel easily tore through the flesh and blood, and the people or horses that were still alive just now became broken corpses that fell to the ground and smoked after a burst of gunsmoke and loud noises.

The burning tree has human legs hanging from it, and the burning human head has a hanging intestine on top of it. A hand stood abruptly on the ground, as if the evil spirits of hell had come out to ask for their lives. Half of the corpse hung on the back of the panicked galloping horse, and its feet were still firmly stuck in the stirrups, but there was no trace of the upper body.

No one listens to orders, and no one wants to listen to orders. Everybody is looking for horses, and then no matter what direction they go, run out first. The whole forest is burning, and if you don't escape and don't get burned, you will be roasted to death.

The smoke of gunpowder choked on Promise's cough violently, and it was only ten minutes. The whole forest was already full of smoke, and many people were rushing into the smoke, and people and horses, horses and horses, horses and people bumped into each other from time to time. Then there was angry cursing and the "click" of a steel knife on a bone.

This is no longer a human being, but purgatory!

"It's over!" Promise Gronn muttered and took a grenade from his belt.

The current situation is that if you rush out, you will also be chopped into mashed meat by the mad Batur Hun. This is 20,000 elite Jungar cavalry, and they were buried alive in their own hands. At the beginning, Danzira lost 2,000 people, and was almost beheaded by Baturhui.

Pulling the grenade's tab, Promise Gronn had a smile on his face and tears lying in the corners of his eyes. Now think about how ridiculous it is to set off with high spirits, this is a trap of the Han people, and the Han people are so scheming.

But now what is the point of knowing that this is a trap!

A large tree suddenly jumped in front of him, and then the huge canopy fell down. Promise Gronn felt his body fluttering lightly, and in the air he saw pine trees burning like torches, and cavalry scurrying around. And a grenade that explodes in your own hands!

It doesn't hurt at all! Promise Gronn didn't feel the slightest pain, and he saw his fingers arc down and disappear into the smoke. And he was hung on a tree branch. The twigs carried the flames, licking his body.

I still don't feel any pain, but I feel cold. One last glance at the burning tree, Noahglon found that his legs were missing. The flames licked at the rotten chest, and the leather robe began to burn as well.

"Go ahead, hurry. The military exploits have been robbed of all the bastards of the first cavalry division......! Ao Canghai desperately commanded the soldiers to run, his boots stepped on the muddy grassland, making a "poof" and "poof" sound. After a while, everyone had two large lumps of mud on their feet. If you want to run fast, you have to dispose of the mud.

Although Ao Ye was so anxious that his head was smoking, the speed of the march was getting slower and slower.

For Man Gui's 1st Cavalry Division, this battle was like a hunt. Prey kept coming out of the woods, and the cavalry only had to fire a single shot at a man or a horse. In a way, it's simpler than hunting.

Even if some crazy prey rushed over, the horses under their crotches were far less strong than those of the first cavalry division. After chasing, the horses of the Dzungars became slower and slower. In this time of crazy galloping to survive, slowing down the horse is deadly.

As long as the horse can't run and stop, the bullet will accurately burrow into the body. It's always easier to hit a fixed target than a moving target.

The forest within a radius of more than ten miles burned for a night and a morning.

In fact, by the time it burned in the morning, no one had come out of the forest. With such a big fire, if you stay in the forest, you will not be smoked to death, but you will be roasted alive.

Ao Canghai looked at the battlefield helplessly, and Man Gui's cavalry was wandering around picking up heads. The head is an important evidence for judging military merits, and when Man Gui was still a young man, he developed a good bad habit of cleaning the battlefield.

In any case, a grinning human head on the horse's neck will not make people have an appetite. Li Xiao glanced at the shredded potatoes in the flatbread roll in his hand, and he couldn't eat it anyway.

Li Xiao has said many times that as long as one ear is cut off, it will be done. But Mangui's cavalry division is stubbornly cutting off their heads, as if otherwise it is not enough to show their merits.

"It's a long way back, so if you're not afraid of sinking, you'll carry it." Li Xiao had no choice but to put down the flatbread, flew on the horse and shouted people on the road.

More than 20,000 people were killed in one night, and the amount of ammunition consumed was staggering. Neither the 1st Division nor the 1st Cavalry Division is capable of fighting again. Now it's best to withdraw to Zhangwu, and after replenishing the food and ammunition, Li Xiao's heart will be more stable.

"It's okay, we're cavalry. Walk back without having to walk on two legs! Man Gui proudly picked up a roll of shredded potatoes and bit it into his mouth, with a disgusting look on his face.