"Oh roar!"

Lassalle gave the order, and the Warat cavalry let out a wolf roar. The brandished weapon followed Lasalle and launched a charge from top to bottom on Zhu Zhangui, who was attacking head-on.

A distance of 800 meters, for the galloping cavalry, is nothing more than the blink of an eye.

Both sides charged at the same time, and soon they were less than 100 meters apart.

"Shoot!"

Lassalle, who rushed to the front, roared angrily and gave the order to release the arrows.

Although the distance between the two sides is still more than 100 meters, under the gallop of both sides, the cavalry will enter the range of bows and arrows when they pull their bows and shoot arrows.

But what happened next made Lassalle's eyes widen instantly.

I saw that the cavalry of the Ming Dynasty, who was originally facing each other, suddenly made a sharp turn and went around to the side.

What made Lassalle even more helpless was that the round of arrows shot by his side missed.

Running cavalry wants to make a quick turn, which is simply difficult to do without prior training and planning.

Lassalle had no choice but to continue to rush forward with his soldiers, and he was separated by the Ming cavalry more than ten meters away.

"Fire!"

While the two sides passed by, a loud roar suddenly sounded in the Ming army's formation.

Then there was a thumping sound, accompanied by a burst of gunsmoke.

"Puff puff!"

Before the cavalry on Lassalle's side could understand what was going on, there was a sound of flesh penetrating through their array.

Then a famous man screamed and fell off his horse, and a bloody hole appeared on the horse's body, neighing and falling to the ground.

In just this round of shooting, no less than 200 people fell off their horses on the side of the Warat cavalry.

"No, it's the enemy's firecracker!"

Lassalle, who had fought with the Ming army, quickly discerned what kind of weapon the opposite person was using.

"Don't panic, everyone, the enemy's weapons can only be used for one round, so I will chase them and kill them all."

Seeing that his subordinates were a little panicked by the enemy's attack, Lassalle hurriedly and loudly stabilized the morale of the army.

"Bang bang bang..."

But as soon as his voice fell, the back half of the Ming Dynasty cavalry, who was about to pass by them, suddenly remembered a burst of gunfire.

This round of shooting caused nearly 100 casualties among the Warat cavalry.

"Bastard!"

Lassalle cursed in a low voice and roared as he pulled the reins.

"This time they are really gone, and the sons and daughters will kill me to avenge the blood hatred of their fellow clansmen."

After Lassalle roared, the first one rushed forward.

Seeing this, the other Varat cavalry also roared angrily and followed closely behind Lassalle.

"Didi... Tick-to-tick! ”

The Warat cavalry turned around and launched another attack, and the Ming cavalry, which passed by, ran directly around the hillside under the command of the horn.

When the Warat cavalry saw that the enemy was about to run, their morale instantly boiled, and they shouted and followed closely.

Rushing to the front, Lasalle saw the enemy bypassing the hillside, and his heart was a little flustered for some reason.

He had a gut feeling in his mind that he seemed to be ignoring something.

As he was the first to round the hillside, he saw the situation on the other side.

Lassalle reacted suddenly, he forgot about the wave of cavalry that had just been distributed.

On the other side of the hill, two cavalry staggered by.

The cavalry that had just gone around to the right had already circled the hillside and came to the left.

The cavalry led by Zhu Zhangui, because some soldiers had already fired two bullets, it took a certain amount of time to reload, so the next attack was completed by another team of cavalry.

The cavalry commander who led another team, after staggering with his own soldiers and horses, led the Ming soldiers behind him and launched a charge towards Lassalle.

"The sun, the moon, the mountains and rivers are here, the Ming Dynasty is invincible, kill!"

The commander who led the cavalry shouted the slogan of their conquest at sea.

All the cavalry also shouted.

"The sun, moon, mountains and rivers are here, and the Ming Dynasty will never be invincible!"

"Boom!"

The rumbling sound of horses' hooves resounded through the steppe, and the two cavalry made contact in the blink of an eye.

"Bang bang..."

Due to the obstruction of the hillside, the Warat cavalry did not notice the other group of Ming cavalry.

By the time the two sides were about to collide, the distance between the two sides was barely 20 meters.

The charging Ming cavalry, holding a flintlock pistol in each hand, clamped the horse's belly with his legs on the horse's pedals, and directly pulled the trigger on the oncoming Warat cavalry.

The smoke of gunfire filled the air, and the sound of gunfire was deafening.

Lassalle, who rushed to the front, was shot into a hedgehog by seven or eight guns.

The Warat cavalry, which followed closely, fell directly to a large area under a volley of thousands of flintlock pistols.

"Kill!"

Throwing away the flintlock pistol, which had been tied to a rope for empty ammunition, the cavalry commander drew his sword from his saddle and let out a roar.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

One by one, the cavalry soldiers hissed and shouted, brandished the weapons in their hands, and under the leadership of the commander, launched a fierce charge against the enemy.

"Peng Peng Peng..."

Cold weapons fight, there is no retreat.

Between the lightning and the fire.

The cavalry of the two sides collided together, and with the most primitive and barbaric battle, they started a fight.

The sword light and sword shadow, the blood is soaring.

Screams and painful muffled sounds kept ringing out.

Broken arms, flying human heads, like fairies scattered petals, flying wildly.

"Kill!"

Just when the two sides were engaged in the most ferocious battle, Zhu Zhangui, who came around from the other side with cavalry.

A charge was launched from behind the enemy.

"Bang bang bang..."

Another round of shooting rang out.

The soldiers in the rear of the Warat cavalry were shot down in large pieces.

Emptying the ammunition in his hand, Zhu Zhangui pulled out his treasure knife, and with Yu Qian, who was nervous but still shouting, he charged the enemy.

"Puff puff..."

A cold light flashed, and one of the enemy rode down under the knife.

When the two teams of Ming cavalry met, all the 3,000 Warat cavalry were killed here, except for a few who fled or were captured alive.

"Won!"

Yu Qian, who followed in a panic all the way with a knife, looked at the Warat cavalry who were no longer sitting on horses.

Raised his knife excitedly and shouted.

But he shouted for a long time, but found that no one echoed him.

The soldiers, after the battle, did not shout in celebration.

Instead, quickly circle the battlefield to check if there are any missed enemies.

There were also groups of cavalry rushing out of the area, guarding the surroundings to prevent the enemy from sneaking up.

The rest were armed with knives to examine the corpses of the enemy, while others were quick to rescue their own wounded.

Even Zhu Zhangui and Zhu Gaosui are helping to treat their injured comrades.

Yu Qian, who was celebrating loudly, withdrew his hand in embarrassment when he saw this scene, and hurriedly turned over and dismounted to help the soldiers next to him treat the wounded.

It's just that he clumsily can't lift the wounded, which makes the wounded soldiers wail in pain.

The last officer couldn't stand it anymore and drove him to Zhu Zhangui to help.

When he came to Zhu Zhangui's side, Yu Qian didn't know what to do for a while, so he could only stand by stupidly and watch Zhu Zhangui stitch up the wounds of the wounded soldiers.

Zhu Zhangui glanced at him and shoved a tray into his hand.

"Whatever I want, you give me something."

Yu Qian nodded hurriedly, squatting next to Zhu Zhangui with a tray, watching Zhu Zhangui quickly stitch up the wounds of the soldiers.

Just watched it for a while, and Yu Qian felt sick in his heart.

The wound where the flesh turned outwards was constantly pierced by needles on Zhu Zhangui's hand, and the scene of blood gushing out made Yu Qian very uncomfortable.

Before that, he was just a scholar, and he was placed in the barracks, and he only raised horses.

In the past, let alone fighting with people with knives, I didn't even see a dead person a few times.

This kind of flesh and blood can even see the wounds of the internal organs, and to be honest, he really can't stand it.

But he also knew that he had to adapt to this scenario as soon as possible.

Yu Qian understood that Zhu Zhangui was cultivating him.

There are so many civil officials in the Shenji Battalion, why didn't Zhu Zhangui bring it, but only brought him.

He understood that this was Zhu Zhangui's desire for him to hone his skills and grow as soon as possible.

The place where people grow the fastest is the battlefield where blood and fire are separated.

As it grew dark, torches lit around.

After Zhu Zhangui finished treating the wound of the last wounded, he took a cloth handed over by Tai Qian and wiped his hands.

"Although we have to celebrate the victory, we don't have to celebrate just after the battle."

"The enemy can reappear at any time, so don't let your guard down until you're sure it's really safe."

Yu Qian nodded.

"Xiaguan understands!"

Glancing back at Yu Qian, who was a little pale, Zhu Zhangui patted him on the shoulder and said.

"If you want to achieve big things, you have to adapt to this kind of scene as quickly as possible."

"If you can't get used to it, just tell me and I'll transfer you out of here."

"This is the battlefield, and cowards will only die faster."

Yu Qian was silent.

He looked at Zhu Zhangui, who turned around and ordered the soldiers to pack up and evacuate from the battlefield as soon as possible, and he was very puzzled and also very moved.

He didn't understand what he was like, and he was taken by Zhu Zhangui.

The other party's dignified grandson actually taught himself battlefield experience by words and deeds.

Yu Qian felt that it shouldn't be his cousin's reason.

If his cousin is the princess, it can be said that he has such treatment.

But his cousin doesn't even have a name so far, saying that Zhu Zhangui took care of himself like this for his cousin, but Yu Qian didn't believe it.

Chop off the enemy's head.

Armed with live horses and enemy equipment, Zhu Zhangui and his party went to the Ming army camp in the dark overnight.

This place is 200 miles away from the camp of the Ming army, and Zhu Zhangui and his party rushed all night before returning to the camp of the Ming army.

The reason why they were in such a hurry was that they had to send some seriously injured people back in a hurry.

The medicines carried by Zhu Zhangui and others were only emergency life-saving, and could only temporarily save the lives of the wounded.

If you want to ensure that the wounded do not die, you also need the doctor of the battalion to prescribe medicine and recuperate.

The group returned to the camp, and Zhu Zhangui asked the soldiers to send the wounded to the medical camp.

He and Zhu Gaosui went to the old man to report on the interrogation of the prisoners.

"Eldest nephew, in order not to make your second uncle suspicious, I may pretend for a while, sometimes I have to talk too much, don't be angry."

When approaching the main account, Zhu Gaosui whispered.

Zhu Zhangui replied with a look that I understand, and the two of them strode into the camp tent after receiving permission from the report.