In front of Ma Xianglin, the grassy slope was undulating like a wave.

Before Huang Taiji saw his Ming army pretending to be the Mongols, Ma Xianglin had already used a telescope to see the white flags of his opponent's teeth and the various weapons held by the elite in armor.

A month ago, at a military meeting chaired by Zhang Quan, Ma Xianglin met Zheng Haizhu.

Different from the previous reunion after parting, this time, Ma Xianglin felt relaxed and relieved for the first time.

After a year, both of them have changed a lot.

The tree of life seems to have many branches, with different leaves, different flowers, and different fruits.

The young marshal of the Sichuan Army became the son-in-law of the military department, and Miss Zheng still looked like a single tree to the sun.

Ma Xianglin looked at Zheng Haizhu.

He is more sober than he was in Taiwan.

There is no possibility that the two trees will be connected branches, but these two trees, like other jagged trees, can become a forest that defends against bloody wind, rain, wild sand and turbidity.

Zheng Haizhu looked at him, not half restrained, but also not a trace of rustiness.

"Xianglin," she naturally gave up the title of "General Ma" even in front of everyone, "After I made a trip to Hetuala, I felt that Nurhachi's favorite Heshuo Belle was Huang Taiji, and when he beat Fushun, he should let Huang Taiji's positive white flag follow him." There are about 5,000 elites who are skilled in the Zhengbai Banner horse battle, and Huang Taiji must bring at least 4,000 out of the army, except for those who are left to defend and prevent Ye He's attack. I have probed under Hetuala, and their spears and broadswords are not as long as your white spears......"

At this moment, Ma Xianglin recalled every bit of information given by Zheng Haizhu.

After a closer look at the actual battle, the information was matched one by one.

Ma Xianglin, who was also the first time to fight the Houjin soldiers, quickly understood that the warriors of the Zhengbai Banner were the same as the soldiers of the Nurhachi Yellow Banner, even if they were skilled in the control of horses, they were still better at dismounting with a foot bow and slashing at close quarters.

He was more confident.

Ma Xianglin ordered the tooth soldiers to play the flag of the Chinese army's order, and the drum beat also changed the rhythm.

He himself was the first to start accelerating.

As the commander of a cavalry army, it is very important to control the rhythm and formation of the department.

After Ma Xianglin and more than a dozen tooth soldiers galloped out of the front camp, the white pole soldiers of the Sichuan army of the five camps began to change formations, and each battalion followed its own standard-bearers and quickly converted into a long line of advance.

But this front is not like the white flag of Huang Taiji, which is a slightly curved dragnet.

If the clever weaver could look down from the air, he would have been surprised to find that Ma Xianglin's cavalry, like a shuttle on a loom, wandered between the warp and weft, magically conjured, and soon conjured up a triangular lineup in each row.

There is one small flag bearer in front of him, and behind him are three, five, and seven people, and these teams of more than ten people maintain a very delicate distance from each other.

There were thirty of these squads in each row, separated only a few steps from each other, for a total of four rows, each row about ten paces apart.

In this way, a contingent of nearly 2,000 knights formed a magnificent and exquisite geometric picture on the green grassland.

Compared with the two, Huang Taiji's cavalry camp can only be regarded as three scribbled ink lines.

When they approached each other to about three hundred paces, Ma Xianglin quickly turned left and right twice, and his eyes swept over the surging front of the horse's head to confirm that the soldiers in his department had completed the formation.

He raised his gun and tilted it into an angle with commanding colors.

The dozens of small flag bearers behind him understood at a glance, waved the flag, and the soldiers began to speed up.

The sound of horses' hooves, which had been a little stray a moment ago, gradually became an even and distinct rumbling sound because of the increase in speed.

There is no explosion sound of firearms firing, no crisp sound of swords fighting, but the sound of iron hooves approaching, as if stepping on people's hearts for a while, shows even more tension and excitement.

The two sides were close to two hundred paces, and such a distance was actually shortened by dozens of paces in a moment.

The hedge of the cavalry, neither side will hesitate. If you hesitate and slow down, you may turn from a stone to an egg in an instant, only the fate of being smashed to pieces.

Twenty-five-year-old Huang Taiji felt fear as a flag owner for the first time.

Fear comes from the unknown.

The Ming army on the opposite side with camouflage and descending from the sky, whether it was the strange formation or the unified white pole eye-catching iron spear, he had never seen it in the land of Liaodong.

He didn't have time to think about what to do, and behind them was the solid northern wall of Fushun City, where fire oil was constantly falling, and arrows were being shot down.

Huang Taiji had no way out, and he couldn't take the lead in escaping until his father's retreat order sounded.

He could only raise his broadsword under the Zhengbai banner that was hunting against the wind, rushed out of the Chinese army, and came to the front of the cavalry formation.

The morale of the generals is the morale of the whole army.

There were a few Houjin knights with the most skilled horsemanship and the most courageous heart, and they still tried to release their arrows when they were close to colliding.

It is impossible to use a bow or a crossbow at high speed.

Those light arrows with speculative colors, some of them could not hit the charging Ma Xianglin, and occasionally three or two of them hit, because of the angle and strength, it was not enough to penetrate the knight's armor robe, horse head mask and horse chest curtain.

It's a hundred steps in!

Ma Xianglin roared angrily, leveled the silver spear, hooked the sickle gun head, and pointed straight at Huang Taiji.

The two thousand soldiers behind them followed closely in the same posture, and the war horses under their crotches keenly felt the commands issued by their masters through their legs and bridles.

These horses were personally selected by Qin Liangyu and Ma Xianglin after they arrived in Beijing last year. Nearly 30,000 taels of silver, half of which was used by the mother and son's savings, and half came from Zhang Quan's dowry to marry his daughter. Zhang Fengyi has no interest in mahogany furniture and antique pearls, and the scenery in her eyes is an elite cavalry army of southern soldiers and northern horses.

The military strength of the Nine Sides declined, and the imperial court originally wanted to transfer the loyal and reliable Qin family army to the north as Qi Jiguang did when he visited Jizhen. After having horses, in the early autumn of last year, Qin Liangyu allocated 2,000 stone soldiers, which were trained by Ma Xianglin in Shanhaiguan to run in people and horses.

At this time, the experienced stone knights, and the newborn calves, the fat and strong war horses, who were not afraid of tigers, rushed towards the Jurchen invaders with maximum speed, pride and righteousness.

……

Sun Yuanhua, who was at the head of Fushun City, turned his head and stared intently at the two torrents of people and horses in the north.

But at the last moment, he closed his eyes.

He was dismayed to find that he could monitor the trajectory and lethality of the shells, but he could not look directly at the moment when the cavalry took over.

Flesh and blood on both sides.

Both sides were at a speed completely different from that of the infantry.

In such a high-speed collision, flesh, armor, knives and guns will scatter and fly in all directions as if they were being shelled.

The roar of people, the neighing of horses, and the clash of weapons will destroy the mind like a stormy wave.

Every knight who charged on both sides understood this result from the moment they picked up speed.

However, everyone, including the horses, rushed forward with their eyes wide open.

Live or die!

It was the pinnacle of violence in the age of cold weapons.

Whether viewed as beautiful or ugly, romantic or tragic, the cavalry charge is the pinnacle of male violence.

Finally, the loud bang in his ears stimulated Sun Yuanhua to open his eyes.

As imagined, after the collision of the two torrents, a group of people on the battlefield turned on their backs, and countless severed limbs, stumps, helmets, and blades flew into the air, forming silhouettes one after another that made the viewer's scalp tingle.

"The white flag fell, but our flag did not."

The immature female voice sounded behind Sun Yuan's incarnation.

Sun Yuanhua turned around, and Zheng Haizhu's two female students were looking north, discussing the battle situation. At this time, the falcon cannon at the head of the city could no longer play any role and entered a state of rest.

The girls had apparently been staring at the cavalry charge.

Their eyes were not blinking, which made Sun Yuanhua laugh a little at the brief moment when he couldn't bear to watch the battle.

"Master Sun, look, our cavalry, like our cannons, can fight several rounds."

One of the schoolgirls pointed excitedly.

Sun Yuanhua was busy and comfortable, looking into the distance.

That's right, the independent triangle of each row of the Sichuan army with a wonderful distance to the pinnacle of the sky, at the moment of hedging, pierced into the Jurchen camp like a wedge.

Of course, casualties are inevitable, but the teammates in the back can capture the most valuable fighters from the enemy's momentary forced slowdown.

What's more, one inch long and one inch strong, the white pole guns of the Sichuan army were originally more advantageous than the swords, sticks, maces and maces of different lengths of the Houjin soldiers.

The Houjin soldiers, who thought they were ahead, soon had to face the wedge-shaped lines of the second, third, and fourth rows, as well as the spears that were densely packed with straight stabs.

"Master Sun," the girl continued to look at as she said, "In this way, how brave the flag-bearers in each row are, they are the first." ”

Sun Yuanhua took a deep breath, he had never sighed like he did today, what qualifications did the literati of the Ming Dynasty have to look down on military generals.

He squinted his eyes and sighed, "That's right, the bravest is the one at the front." ”

……

Ma Xianglin watched as the tip of his spear was about to take the lead in hooking Huang Taiji's shoulder.

He Yingfeng had been in his mind before, and once again deduced the movements that his mother had passed on to him and that he had practiced many times.

He Ma Xianglin is already familiar with how to combine ingenuity and brute force at the most critical moment, and use it at the unique hook and sickle of the white pole gun to directly pick the enemy off the horse.

Yes, he has seen clearly that Huang Taiji has made a posture of protecting himself from being stabbed by the big sword, and this white flag owner obviously thinks that the Ming army commander's way of attacking is to stab with a gun.

However, to Ma Xianglin's surprise, in the last few dozen steps, Huang Taiji's horse deviated, and the white-armored guards on his left and right sides took the position of the boss.

Ma Xianglin's hands were faster than his brain, and with the muscle memory formed by ten years of battle, he quickly deflected his upper body, trying to probe and stab Huang Taiji on the one hand, and dodging the mace of the white armor guards on the other.

"Boom ......"

The shaft of his spear was blocked by the barrel of a stone soldier behind him, and the force of the gun nearly made the spear fall out of his hand.

And the tip of the spear of the stone soldier had accurately photographed the horse head of another white-armored soldier.

The horse's skull immediately shattered, and the horse's front hooves weakened, and the white-armored soldiers on their backs flew out in inertia, fell into the riding formation, and were soon trampled into flesh by thousands of horses' hooves.

In these few breaths, Ma Xianglin and the stone soldier had already staggered with the Jurchen soldiers.

"Young master, damn the little one!" Shi Yanbing shouted, he quickly reacted, he hindered the young master's attack on the commander of the Houjin cavalry.

Ma Xianglin responded: "I don't blame you, it's Huang Taiji's turtle son who is too cowardly!" ”

Ma Xianglin was full of disdain in his anger.

It was the first time he had met a coach like Huang Taiji.

Blatantly cowardly.

Is it relying on the cavalry to take over the front, and in an instant, his subordinates have no time to see clearly?

Cowardice! Coward!

Ma Xianglin scolded while adjusting the horse's speed, and at the right speed, turned the horse's head again.

The Sichuan soldiers who survived after killing the enemy in the first and second rows have all gathered nearby, and in front of them, the Sichuan soldiers in the third and fourth rows are hedging with the surviving Houjin knights, and it is a fierce scene of flesh and blood, people shouting and neighing.

Ma Xianglin waved the handsome flag and played the flag, and the surrounding troops immediately re-arrayed, and after a while, they formed a neat formation, raised their dazzling white-pole guns, and galloped towards the center of the fierce battle.

In the duel of the boss, Huang Taiji, who dodged Ma Xianglin's silver gun, did not retreat to the back at this time, and also raised his knife to slash and kill.

After these rounds, the speed of the cavalry slowed down.

Huang Taiji wore the finest armor, wore the heaviest helmet, and even hid his mouth behind the protective gear, so he was no longer afraid of the spear without the blessing of speed, and swung his big sword left and right, cutting three or four white pole soldiers in a row.

However, the bravery of the white pole soldiers was also something he did not expect.

Layer after layer of Sichuan soldiers, like a tide, are those white pole soldiers whose horses have been wounded and dead, standing on the ground, and even falling on their backs, still roaring, raising their guns to fight, dexterity and fierceness are combined, and they can even pick off the Bayala warriors of Houjin, turn over themselves, and continue to look for new targets.

"You guys, hurry up and cross the river, go and let Zhenghongqi come to help!" Huang Taiji shouted at the two bayalas around him.

The two Bayalas gave the order, opened a road, and galloped eastward.

Huang Taiji panted horizontally, and when he looked up, he saw Ma Xianglin, who was in a silver helmet and silver robe, a hundred steps away, rushing with a gun.

A chill rushed up to his Heavenly Spirit Gai.

He suddenly remembered that his father often mentioned that when he went to Fushun City to sell mushrooms, he liked to listen to storytellers talk about "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", and there was a Zhao Zilong with a silver gun and a silver robe.

Huang Taiji felt that the brave general of the Ming Kingdom in front of him today was the reincarnation of Zhao Zilong.

"Woo......"

In the direction of the main gate of Fushun City, the piercing conch sound sounded.

In the Huang Taiji sound, it is nothing less than the sound of heaven.

Amma was finally willing to withdraw.

Huang Taiji urged the war horse, galloped to the east, and went to meet the remnants of Nurhachi's Zhenghuang and Yellow banners.

The Jurchen knights also followed closely like little rats who followed the Rat King.

Ma Xianglin led the white pole soldiers in pursuit, stepping on human corpses and horse corpses everywhere.

"......Boom" The Eagle Falcon at the head of Fushun City began to spit iron bullets at the poor men who entered the firing range, setting off bursts of blood mist.

After the loud noise, the sound of the golden cymbals of the army was heard from the city.

Ma Xianglin gritted the groove of his back teeth, and finally lowered his speed and waved the command flag.

The Sichuan soldiers immediately stopped shouting and killed, and they also stationed on their horses.

"Wrap up the brothers who are gone, and treat the wounded. After cutting off the heads, ask the chief officer of the city to count them. The three hundred jade battalions followed me to Ma Gen to pick up the young lady, and the rest of the brothers camped on the spot to rest. ”

Ma Xianglin instructed the adjutant general.

The seven chapters of the Battle of Fushun have been written. The military generals and civil servants who appear in these seven chapters are all historical figures. In the real history, their fate is as follows: Zou Chuxian, the general of Qinghe, Zhang Chengyin, the general soldier of Liaodong, and Po Yanxiang, the deputy general soldier, all died in battle one after another in this year. Po Yanxiang had already escaped, and when he heard that the chief soldier Zhang Chengyin had fallen into the hands of the enemy, he returned to fight and was martyred with Shangguan. After the fall of Liaoyang, Zhang Quan, the governor of Liaodong, refused to reduce the gold, sorted out his official uniform and bowed to the south, and martyred himself. In the bloody battle of the Hunhe River, Qin Liangyu sent his brothers Qin Bangping and Qin Minping to lead the Sichuan army to cross the river (including some Youyang Tusi soldiers), and fought to the death with the Houjin army. Qin Bangping and Qi Jin were martyred. Mao Wenlong, who passed through Dongjiang Town and pierced into Houjin like a nail, was killed by Yuan Chonghuan during the Chongzhen period.

Internal corruption is not the reason for the rationalization of foreign aggression. Participating in the study of the history of that time should not make some modern glass hearts feel that it will affect national unity. Right and wrong will not be reversed, and all conscientious military and civilian officials are worthy of remembrance. I would like to use the victory of a fictional battle to defend Fushun to pay tribute to all the brave and loyal people above.