The more Tuoyangkun thought about it, the more frightened he became, he looked back at the other side of the mountain, and just saw that the vanguard cavalry of the Ming army was rushing here at this time.

Such a big movement naturally could not be hidden, and the more than 500 Ming cavalry in the vanguard had realized that they had been tricked into luring the enemy, and now they regrouped and wanted to come back to help.

Tuoyangkun's eyelids jumped, if other people told the truth, he was really not afraid, even Qin Liangyu and He Renlong would dare to do it for a while, even if it was a Liaozhen cavalry, he would not be too afraid.

But when he thought of Cao Wenzhao and Cao Bianjiao, Tuoyangkun only felt chills all over his body, and he just wanted to turn around and leave.

In the past, he was chased by him on the battlefield, he really lost his armor and was embarrassed, and he was almost stabbed to death by Cao Bianjiao, and he didn't want to recall it after many years.

With only 500 horsemen, he easily broke through the town of Hutou, and defeated 2,000 horses one after another, forcing his elite cavalry to have almost no power to fight back.

The more Tuoyangkun thought about it, the more he felt that the leading general of the forward cavalry was Cao Bianjiao, and it should be Cao Wenzhao who led the infantry to lead the hundred cavalry to charge the battle.

Hui Dengxiang also came back to his senses at this time, and he, like Tuo Yangkun, suspected that the Ming army above the official road was Cao Wenzhao's troops.

He was even worse than Tuoyangkun, he was chased hundreds of miles by Cao Wenzhao's troops, fled all the way, and fled to Gaoze Mountain to survive, only to be caught by Cao Wenzhao to receive merit.

Li Zicheng's face was dark, staring at the Ming army that was slowly retreating backwards at the foot of the mountain, silent.

The array of guns released by the Ming army frightened most of the people, and now even if they are urging the infantry army and the horse army to attack, there is no way to prevent the Ming army from retreating, I am afraid that even the old pawns who are urging will not dare to step forward now.

Li Zicheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked sideways at several gunners who were laboriously loading their guns.

He used to be a border soldier, and he was not interested in firearms other than artillery, the most commonly used is the three-eyed gun, the northern wind is strong, and firearms such as bird guns are actually not easy to use.

Artillery can not only attack the city, but also break the formation, which can be called a sharp weapon for military competition.

Unfortunately, it was too difficult to make artillery, and he also looked for craftsmen among the homeless people to make artillery, but it was very successful, and gunpowder was a big problem.

There is not much to be found in this kind of military plundering of the cities and villages, and there are some reserves in the guards and arsenals in various places, but those are simply a drop in the bucket.

Therefore, there are only some small Franc cannons in the army, as well as fire cannons, and now these five guns on the top of the mountain are large hair guns, just now because someone has too much charge, resulting in a bore explosion, wounding a lot of soldiers.

Li Zicheng's eyes kept scanning back and forth on the official road, and he was really a little unwilling to fall short at this last moment.

"The officers and men have stabilized their positions, the artillery can't fight at all now, and without artillery, the army can't be bombarded, so there is no need to fight this battle."

"This army is only the vanguard of the official army, Hong Chengchou's army must be behind, and now that it has been fighting for such a long time, I am afraid that reinforcements from the official army will come."

Hui Dengxiang didn't care about Li Zicheng's ugly face, and arched his hand casually towards Li Zicheng, straight to the point.

"I have lost too much in this battle, and I can't fight any more."

Li Zicheng's eyes were indifferent, and anger churned in his heart.

Whitden Xiang had a fart loss, and the horsemen under his command estimated that they would lose at most one or two hundred people, that is, the hungry people lost more, and the elite cavalry did not go into battle at all.

The same is true when fighting Ai Wannian, Hui Dengxiang retains his strength, the army is not enough, although the ambush is successful, and he successfully kills Ai Wannian, but in the end he let him run more than 1,000 people.

He lost at least 100 elite horsemen in this battle, starved people and foot soldiers, and used Francophone and artillery, and used almost all the gunpowder that was already small, and his strength can be described as a great drop.

Before, Hui Dengxiang basically echoed him to speak, but now that his strength has dropped, the tone of talking to him is not as polite as before.

"The brothers who broke into the army can continue to fight if they want to, but I must lead the troops to take the first step."

Hui Dengxiang dragged his war horse forward a little, and then glanced at the Ming army under the mountain.

A trace of coldness flashed in Li Zicheng's eyes, but he hid it well.

Li Zicheng looked apologetic and replied with a fist

"This battle was a mistake in judgment that led to a fall short."

Whitden snorted, noncommittal.

"Brother Li Xian, you have lost so many men and horses right now, let's leave quickly, otherwise when the backup of the officers and soldiers comes, you will be wrapped in the tail, and I am afraid that you will lose more."

After Whedeng finished speaking, he took a group of relatives and guards and went straight away.

didn't leave the slightest face for Li Zicheng at all, and his previous attitude was simply like two people.

Li Zicheng's expression was as usual, his gaze only stayed on the back of the sky star for a while and then moved away, without revealing any other look.

He took one last look at the Ming army under the mountain, raised his right hand and gently beckoned back.

The sound of gold sounded, and in an instant, it had resounded throughout the entire mountain.

In the middle of the Ming army, Chen Wang was still paying attention to the Lingqi in his hand, even if the sound of gold sounded, the thieves around him retreated like a falling tide and still did not relax at all.

It wasn't until the black curtain on the top of the slope disappeared in front of him, and no one was seen between the entire mountain roads, that Chen Wang let go of the order flag in his hand.

At this time, tiredness hit Chen Wang like a tide, and there were signs of pain from all over his body.

Previously, all his attention was on Chuang Jun's body, and his spirit was highly tense, so he ignored a lot of things.

But now, as soon as my spirit relaxes, I feel uncontrollably tired.

Continuously charging into battle and driving the rout to attack the army formation are all high-intensity activities.

At this time, Chen Wang felt afraid.

Whether it is four times to charge the battle, or the follow-up leader of the palace, he is very likely to lose his life.

Especially in the final battle of the palace, although the use of firearms in rotation can cover the firepower in a short time, the biggest problem is the soldiers who release the guns.

If some soldiers in the retreat can't bear the pressure and run backwards, it is very likely to cause panic and eventually turn into a collapse.

As long as a few soldiers flee in panic, I am afraid that the entire palace army will completely collapse, and when the time comes, it will be a catastrophe to break through the elite cavalry and kill it.

It's just that now it's over.

Chen Wang looked around, felt the gaze of everyone, pulled the war horse to turn around, faced the direction of the Chinese army, and looked at the fiery red Daxu.

Under the big flag, countless flags fluttered slowly in the breeze.

Chen Wang tightened his grip on the reins in his hand.

He knew he was going to get what he wanted.

After this battle, he will no longer be just a family member.

The torrent of the times carries the fate of individuals.

The fate of being held hostage by the times can only rise and fall with the times.

The waves are turbulent, the water is turbulent, and the slightest carelessness can lead to death.

Only by ascending to a high position and holding power can we get rid of the fate of being held hostage and take it into our own hands.