Thousands of feathered arrows poured out in an instant, and the rising white smoke mixed with the smoke of the fire bolts in front of them, forming a rather thick smoke screen.

The shrill whistle has dissipated, and the roar of the guns has died down.

There were no trumpets or drums, only the wails of the dying and wounded and the painful neighing of the horses, which lingered over the battlefield for a long time.

Both the thieves and the Ming army all stopped and stopped moving.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the smoke screen above the official road.

Behind the frame of the hundred tigers, a group of Ming soldiers with spears in their hands were all lined up, their eyes staring at the front.

Their hands trembled, their spears clenched tightly in their hands, waiting for the possible onslaught.

A hurried sound of horses' hooves sounded, tugging at everyone's nerves.

But the expected cavalry did not appear, and a blood-stained war horse galloped out of the smoke and fell three or four steps away from the military formation.

"Restore ————"

The fallen horse raised its head high and let out a long neighing of despair.

The projectile rolled into its body and already turned the flesh into a mess, and it was only a matter of time before it died.

Chen Wang stared ahead, holding the Ling Qi tightly, his face solemn.

The mountain wind blew through the cracks and penetrated into his armor, dispelling a little heat for him.

The mountain breeze blew, and the heavy smoke curtain on the official road was rolled up like a curtain, and the heavy smoke slowly dissipated, revealing the scene inside.

In front of the military formation, everywhere you look, there is devastation everywhere.

On the road, the ground was full of corpses, and the battlefield was covered with a large number of feathered arrows.

Those elite horsemen in black armor were lying quietly on the ground, their eyes wide open, and many of them were still holding sabers in their hands, and their expressions were frozen in the moment when the guns rang out.

The vitality of war horses is more tenacious than that of people, and many war horses have not completely died, they are still struggling hard, making bursts of sorrowful sounds, and some want to stand up again, but how can they stand up.

The thirty paces in front of the military formation almost became a forbidden area for life.

The roar of guns, the screams of tigers, and the death of the cavalry in front completely crushed the will to fight—they collapsed.

Those originally majestic and murderous elite horsemen were panicked like lost dogs at this time, and the fast ones had even run hundreds of steps away.

Liu Zongmin's face was pale and trembling.

After receiving the order from General Li Zicheng, he gave the order to attack and led the army to attack.

The sudden firing of the Franc machine on the right flank really disrupted the Ming army's military formation, and he also found an opportunity to take advantage of it, and the Ming army's military formation was almost scattered into canine teeth, and it was in shock.

As long as you rush forward another fifty steps, as long as you take fifty steps, you can break through the scattered military formation and break the Ming army's rear troops in one fell swoop.

But it was these fifty steps that became a moat in the end.

He watched the soldiers in front of him fall like wheat harvesting, and the sound of the Ming army's firecrackers rang out again and again, and there was no intention of stopping at all.

At the last moment, he reined in his horse, and this action saved his life.

The war horse raised his hooves and stood up, blocking the projectile that would have hit him for Liu Zongmin, and the guards on the left and right struggled to rescue him back into the formation, and then he escaped with his life.

Liu Zongmin still had several arrows hanging on his back, which were arrows shot from a hundred tigers running together.

The heavy armor saved Liu Zongmin's life, and those arrows only pierced through the outermost layer of cloth of the cotton armor and hung on the armor.

An icy chill spread from above the official road, and fear spread like a poisonous weed in all directions.

Li Zicheng's face was pale, and the order flag in his hand was almost directly broken by him.

Everything happened between lightning and fire, and he was already waiting for the victory to come.

But what came to his ears was not the deafening cheers after the break, but the louder and louder sound of the guns.

Li Zicheng watched his elite cavalry rush into the smoke of gunpowder, and never came out again......

Where did the firearms in the hands of officers and soldiers come from so powerful?!

Could it be that the officers and men have acquired some new firearms?!

Li Zicheng's mind turned, it was not that he had not confronted officers and soldiers and seen him use firearms.

Most of the officers and soldiers were equipped with firearms, whether it was the border army or the soldiers in the interior, even those Tusi soldiers in Guichuan were equipped with a lot of firearms.

There are many firearms in the southern soldiers, but their use of firearms is only to put a burst or two before engagement, but to engage in hand-to-hand combat and melee combat.

Most of the northern soldiers are cavalry from Liaozhen, and the most used by them is the three-eyed gun, which is mostly used when rushing into battle and harassing, and only releasing a burst, that is, melee fighting, or changing bows to fight.

Li Zicheng's heart felt a chill, and the knuckles of the hands holding the horsewhip were all white because of the force.

Two teams of horses of 1,000 men were defeated, and he was not half distressed.

Thousands of hungry people and the infantry that had come forward were routed, and he didn't blink an eyelid.

But the damage of the elite rider under his command really made him feel pain.

Not only is it difficult to make up for the personnel, but it is even more difficult to make up for the armor, and these thousands of elite horsemen are the foundation of his life.

Many people were his old brothers when he was a soldier in Yuzhong, and they followed him all the way from the second year of Chongzhen.

Guotianxing Hui Dengxiang and Scorpion Block Tuoyangkun looked solemn, and their hearts were full of shock.

This Ming army revealed strangeness from the beginning, as the vanguard of the cavalry are all brave, two thousand horsemen scattered, and hundreds of elite cavalry can not be covered, and then the ambush that was nine out of ten was recognized at the last moment.

The general of the officer and soldier led a hundred horsemen to break the two horse teams on the left and right flanks one after another, and to be honest, when the right wing army was defeated, the two of them had already retreated from the battle in their hearts.

Escaped all the way into Shaanxi, Hui Dengxiang has been bitten by Ai Wannian's tail, all the way to the loss of soldiers, as the leader of the thirteen families, the elite cavalry under his command has lost more than half, and the current strength is not even as good as Li Zicheng, he really doesn't want to lose more troops.

Tuo Yangkun didn't feel very sorry for the soldiers under his command, after all, the dead were all hungry people and foot soldiers, and the horse team was just defeated and there were not many casualties, so it was enough to collect it when the time came.

It's just that he has a bad feeling, he feels that he may have been really said by Li Zicheng, the officers and soldiers who led the army were Cao Wenzhao, and they really met Cao.

He slowly turned his head to look at Hui Dengxiang to the side, and just met Hui Dengxiang's gaze, and both of them saw the fear of the Ming army in their eyes.