This requires considerable skill, and if you don't master it well, you will either abandon the gun under the force of the impact, or you may even be pushed off the horse.

Therefore, cavalry slashing with sabers is the easiest to practice, and only a very small number of skilled cavalrymen dare to use guns.

And in the flying cavalry, for every fifty or hundred people, there is an officer with a flag gun. The flag gun is both a weapon and a guide. According to the angle at which it leans forward, it controls the speed of the whole team.

As the main general, Liu Xingzuo personally rushed into battle to kill, but he was already the horizontal push of the fifth platoon, facing the enemy who had been sparsely killed and chaotic.

The splatters of blood and the screams of the enemy provoked the blood and fury of the flying horsemen. Under the guidance of the officer, the cavalry wall was adjusting the direction of the attack, pressing towards more of the enemy.

The guns roared, the hooves rumbled, the white smoke rose, the dust flew, the shouts of killing on both sides were earth-shattering, and in the splash of flesh and blood, life was fleeting.

Azig rushed to kill with his own soldiers, and under the horizontal push and slashing of the Ming cavalry wall, more than 1,000 Jiannu suffered heavy losses, and the cavalry of the Ming army was still galloping out of the passage and swept away.

Defeated, defeated?! Azig made such a judgment, but he still couldn't believe it. The cavalry collided and fought, and the warriors of Jianzhou were defeated by the enemy, which he never dreamed of.

Bah, Bah, Bah...... The oncoming Ming cavalry fired fiercely with short guns, and a crowd of people shouted and neighed around Azig, and many Houjin cavalry fell off their horses.

Mean, cowardly, shameless...... Azig didn't know what words to use to describe it, so he could only let out the resentment and unwillingness to howl from his throat, and he sped up his horse even more.

On the opposite side was a row of Ming cavalry, with an iron face covering their faces, unable to see their appearance and expression, and a row of sharp swords raised high, shouting and roaring in the same way.

"Kill, kill!" The same voice, the same desire, slashed the enemy off his horse and trampled it through.

Several swords were cut down almost at the same time, and the captain of the pro-soldier who rushed in front fell, splashing flesh and blood, and a Ming cavalryman also fell off his horse.

One-for-one fighting! Azig suddenly understood the essence of the Ming army's fighting style, and his heart became cold. The warriors of a hundred battles are replaced by a small soldier of the Ming army, and Houjin is a soldier of the whole people, and he can't resist the huge manpower of the Ming Kingdom!

The epiphany was only in an instant, and the enemy had already rushed in, and several sabers slashed down from different angles.

A certain has experienced a hundred battles, a certain martial arts is superb, and a certain riding skill is exquisite...... Azig was not reconciled, he swung his knife and slashed horizontally in the air, trying to block first and then counterattack.

When, when, click! His block was successful, but the force of the knife was so strong that his head was cut off.

At the same time as the weapons clashed, the horses collided together, and the Azig people turned over on their backs, and before they could stand on the ground, the cold light flashed, and the sharp sabers dragged by, and the war horses galloped past him.

Azig's body spun in half a circle, his neck almost severed, his head tilted over his shoulders in an eerie position, and a column of blood bloomed in the air like a fountain.

Those who collided head-on with the cavalry wall were only defeated and killed together; Those who turn around and run will be killed and cut down.

And those who rely on their martial arts want to parry first and then counterattack, and are unwilling to exchange one for one, but the end is that they can't kill even one enemy.

Nearly 2,000 flying horsemen all entered the battlefield, first a hundred people pushed horizontally, and then dozens or more than a dozen people lined up, chasing Jiannu and killing vertically and horizontally.

The flying horses galloped across the battlefield, and Kong Youde led the spear cavalry to follow, but did not enter the battlefield, but rushed forward along the edge of the battlefield.

Their purpose was clear, to bypass the battlefield, bypass Hetuala, cut off the retreat of Jiannu, and annihilate them in one fell swoop.

Although the battlefield of fierce fighting was chaotic, Du Du still observed the changes. Seeing that Azig's troops had been defeated, the Ming cavalry launched a roundabout outflanking, knowing that the general trend had gone, and immediately Mingjin fled.

Retreat can't be done, and it's already a very fluke to be able to escape from the Ming army's battle formation.

"Kill, kill, kill." Liu Xingzuo shouted and shouted, and chased and killed with flying horses.

The war drums rumbled, and the Ming infantry shouted and charged, bravely pursuing Jiannu.

Buckshot struck the horse, and Drowner fell off his horse again. On the chaotic and fleeing battlefield, there are no personal soldiers to protect them.

He scrambled to his feet and ran forward desperately, hoping to catch an ownerless warhorse.

The armor on his body was so heavy that he shook it off as he ran, feeling a lot more relaxed, but it was a slip and fall, and he tripped over the corpse on the ground.

Getting up again, Zona didn't even have time to pick up the helmet that had fallen off, and continued to run wildly.

The Ming cavalry roared in front, pursuing the fleeing Jiannu, and behind them were the Ming infantry shouting and killing. Zonner gasped for air, embarrassed and helpless as he walked in heavier and heavier steps.

In the distance, there is the shadow of the city of Hetuala, which is also the destination of Zona and many of the Jiannu who are running wildly.

Unfortunately, that's where they can never go. Dozens of Ming troops rode in and wantonly slashed and killed the fleeing enemy.

Hearing the sound of horses' hooves approaching behind him, Zwirner was a little flustered, stepped on a puddle of blood, and slipped a big heel.

"Hahahaha." The Ming riders who caught up let out a laugh.

Zonner got up and glared at the Ming cavalry. He could hear the contempt and contempt in the laughter, and the mockery and insults. And the eyes of the Ming cavalry were more like looking at a leper dog.

The laughter was full of disdain and contempt, and on the faces of the Ming cavalry, Xian Guoan saw mockery and insults, and his eyes were more like looking at a leprosy dog whose spine had been broken.

Humiliation, resentment, remorse, unwillingness...... The mixed taste welled up in Dronner's heart, and he raised his knife, brandished it, howled, and turned it in his dying throes.

"No more wasted bullets." Mao Chenglu rarely had such a hands-on opportunity, stopped the shooting of his own soldiers, and as soon as he lifted the horse's head, he was in front of Zhuo Na in a blink of an eye.

The captain of the pro-soldier was afraid that the main general would lose, so he urged the horse to rush forward, and Mao Chenglu swung his knife to Zhuo Na.

With a "dang", Zonner blocked the condescending onslaught of the captain of his own soldiers, and the powerful slash shook his body.

"Dang!" is another exchange, and the captain of the pro-soldier is another knife, and the power is greater.

Zonner raised his knife again to parry, his calves trembling and his body shaking.

"Hey!" Mao Chenglu let out a low snort and slammed the back of the knife into Zonner's shoulder. With a long scream, the bones were shattered, and Zonner threw his knife and tumbled, rolling on the ground in pain.

The two horsemen jumped off their horses, grabbed the braid and lifted Zonner, and one of the horsemen thought he was screaming and noisy, so he picked up the broken helmet on the ground and struck Zwanna twice in the face.

His teeth were falling out, his nose was bleeding, and Zonner was nearly faint, leaving him with a dying hum.

Mao Chenglu sneered, rode away, and led the men and horses of his headquarters to advance towards Hetuara City.