The Tartars' pursuers kept biting behind Cheng Feng's ass, but they didn't know that the farther they chased, the less likely they were to get back alive.

Sure enough, after they chased out a mile, they suddenly found that there were many more Ming troops behind them.

They only had time to see the Ming army behind them raise the swarthy barrel of their guns.

"Bang Bang Bang~"

Immediately after, the familiar sound of gunfire rang out.

The Tartar army that was wrapped in dumplings instantly rolled off their horses like real dumplings.

In less than half an hour, the Tartar army that had been chased out was completely annihilated.

In the camp, the Tartar lord who witnessed all this was stunned, but he did not dare to send people to chase him out.

"Archer, prepare!"

The lord shouted loudly, his eyes were bloodshot like a demon from hell, who would have thought that the two armies had been fighting for less than an hour, and he had already lost four of his men, and more importantly, he had not even been able to touch the enemy's buttocks.

The rest of the Tartar soldiers were frightened, and one by one they shrank in the camp and did not dare to take their heads.

Only the Lord will be there hysterically shouting and fighting back.

The Tartar archers who were pushed to the front of the camp were full of despair, how to fight such a battle, and who would tell them how to fight such a battle?

"What about the reinforcements, are the reinforcements coming??"

The master of the Tartars seemed to be crazy, and with a whip, he indiscriminately whipped his subordinates in front of him.

Cheng Feng repeated his old tricks, and after slaughtering the Tartar soldiers who chased them out of the camp, he led his soldiers to launch a second round of charge.

The battle method is exactly the same, but the results this time are not as rich as imagined, but they have suffered a rain of arrows.

The armor of the Ming army is good, but there are always some unlucky people who are picked by God.

For the first time since the battle, the Ming army suffered casualties, although the number was not large, only a dozen people, but it still stimulated the leader Cheng Feng.

"Brothers, follow Ben into the camp and avenge the brothers who died in battle!"

Cheng Feng shouted, and immediately raised the morale of the Ming army to the peak, and at the same time, the left and right wings led by Qiu Han and Qian Xinghu also launched a charge.

"Bang Bang Bang~"

The bursts of gunfire were so piercing that the Tartars formed a defensive formation with huge wooden shields.

The tripping horse trap in front of the camp did not work at all as it should.

The Tartar soldiers with shields felt a little more at ease, but in the next second, the sound of bullets rang out, piercing not only the wooden shields in their hands, but also their chests.

Many of the Tartar soldiers were still shocked when they fell, and they hadn't been in contact with the firecrackers before, but why was this firecracker so special?

They couldn't understand why the Ming army's firecrackers could not be ignited, and they couldn't understand why the Ming army's firecrackers could break the shield this time.

But the sharp pain in the chest told them that the Ming army's firearms were different from before.

They were unwilling, they were angry, they couldn't accept that they died under the fire without even seeing the face of the Ming army.

Unfortunately, they don't have the courage to do it again.

And Cheng Feng saw that the Tartar army did not dare to chase out of the camp, and a bloodthirsty smile suddenly appeared on his face, it is good not to chase out of the camp, if you don't chase out of the camp, the Tartar army is a live target.

Listening to the dense gunshots in the distance, Chen Kan couldn't help but tug at the corners of his mouth.

He brought a total of 50,000 rounds of ammunition from Nanjing, and although the ordnance superintendent brought him another 50,000 rounds of ammunition when he brought him a pistol, the 100,000 rounds of ammunition really had to fight, and it would not last long.

These guys don't know how to save a little.

If you finish the bullet early, the fire gun will become a burning stick.

Two thousand people, even if each person only fired three shots, it would be 6,000 bullets, at this moment Chen Kan only felt that his heart was dripping blood.

Sure enough, fighting a war is burning money.

After another three volleys, the gunfire finally stopped.

And in the camp of the Tartars, there was only a group of remnants of the defeated generals, and a group of wounded soldiers wailing.

Chen Kan looked up at the sky, and saw that the sky had already revealed a touch of fish belly white, so he couldn't help but turn his head to Fang Xu beside him and ask, "How long has the time passed?" ”

Fang Xu looked at the hourglass not far away, and responded, "About an hour and a half." ”

With such a record in an hour and a half, the team led by Chen Kan is already enough to be proud of most of the armies in the Ming Dynasty.

Although there was a suspicion of a sneak attack and a light rifle, Chen Kan was still very satisfied.

Seeing that the war was about to end, Chen Kan turned his horse's head and went down the hill and walked slowly towards the Tartar camp.

After a few rounds of charges, Cheng Feng saw that the rout of the Tartars in the camp was inevitable, and finally remembered to save bullets.

"Huh~"

Cheng Feng replaced the fire gun with a horse lance, and the soldiers tacitly pinned the fire gun back to the saddle, and then, the long knife was unsheathed!

"Brothers, rush with me and kill the Tartars!"

"Kill the Tartars!"

"Kill!"

The three teams began to merge, bypassing the tripwire and the trap and rushing towards the main entrance of the Tartar camp.

Whose cavalry attacked the camp and walked through the gate?

Cheng Feng: "Yes, it's down!" ”

After several rounds of slaughter, there was only a group of defeated soldiers left in the camp, and even the main general of the first army had died in the rain of bullets, so Cheng Feng almost did not encounter decent resistance in this wave of charge.

Cheng Feng's horse lance dances vigorously, and it only needs to sweep past to create a vacuum.

Not to be outdone, the other Tang soldiers held their long knives across the edge of their thighs, and they could take away several heads with just one charge.

The Tartars broke down, crying and shouting desperately to flee to the back of the camp.

It's a pity that they have missed the best time to escape, and in such a short distance, their war horses can't raise their speed at all.

On the other hand, the war horses of the Ming army, after several rounds of charges, are at the peak of their strength at this moment.

Therefore, many of the Tartar soldiers were either beheaded before they could get on their horses, or they climbed onto their horses and died under the charging Ming sabers just as they were about to speed up.

"Kill!"

Cheng Feng was like a soldier of the god of war, taking the lead in the battle, and under the sweep of the horse lance, the screams and blood rose together, but it was just a charge, and he was killed into a blood gourd.

But the blood all over his body made him look like a demon from hell.

Just seeing Cheng Feng's figure, many Tartars couldn't help the heat between their legs, and they were so frightened that they peed their pants.

Mongolian: "Oh God, Immortal God, where did this evil ghost come from?" ”

Mongolian: "Immortal Heaven, your people are suffering, please send down the divine thunder to take this evil ghost, right?" ”

Some of the Tartar soldiers who didn't have time to flee had to kneel and pray, hoping that the immortal heaven they believed in would send down divine thunder to take away this terrible demon.

But often before their prayers are finished, they will be picked off by Cheng Feng with a sinister face.

When Chen Kan arrived at the gate of the camp, he saw with his own eyes that Cheng Feng's horse lance was strung with three corpses like a string of sugar gourds.

Then he threw him out with all his might, knocking down a group of fleeing Tartar soldiers.

Chen Kan and Fang Xu couldn't help but shudder in unison.

"It's so brave."

"It's brutal!"

The former sentence came from Fang Xu's mouth, and the latter sentence came from Chen Kan.

In addition to Zhu Di, this is Chen Kan's second fierce man described as brutal.

Others, even if the original Nanfozi could slaughter a village by himself, he was just a small Baga in Chen Kan's eyes.

I've picked up a big baby.

Don't say it, go back and prepare a generous gift and write a letter of thanks to Zheng He's mansion.

The shouts of killing in the camp gradually became quieter, because there were fewer and fewer Tartars alive.

After a stick of incense, the whole camp fell completely silent.

At the same time, the first red glow on the horizon also shone on the grassland.

Countless corpses, mutilated limbs and severed arms everywhere, colorful entrails flew to the top of the tent.

The blood gathered into a stream, and slowly formed a small lake where the camp was located.

The pungent smell of blood made Chen Kan frown.

The sun overshadowed the fire, which meant that the killing had died down.

Cheng Feng walked out of the camp, and after seeing Chen Kan, he wiped the blood from his face and grinned at him with a hideous smile.

"Master Hou, it's just two hours, and the last general is fortunate not to be dishonored."

Chen Kan nodded to him: "Is it time to rest in place for a stick of incense, count the battle damage, except for bows and arrows and food, the rest of the loot has been burned." ”

Fang Xu wrote down Chen Kan's words one by one, and at this time, the role of their personal soldiers who did not participate in the fight was revealed.

Set fires, they are professional.

The grease on the corpse burned violently, and after a stick of incense, the whole camp was in flames.

Looking at the herd of war horses around the camp that refused to leave, the faces of the soldiers couldn't help but show regret.

It's a pity that they can't take these war horses away.

"Master Hou, this battle lasted for two hours, 5,162 enemies were annihilated, 43 brothers were killed in the battle, 11 were slightly wounded, and no serious injuries were made."

Fang Xu's statistics of battle losses also came out.

He deliberately raised his voice high so that everyone could hear it.

Sure enough, after Fang Xu's words fell, the soldiers couldn't help but cheer.

At the cost of more than 40 people killed in battle, he easily defeated an army of 5,000 Tartars, such a battle loss is unprecedented!

Even Chen Kan couldn't help but chuckle when he heard the news.

He originally accepted the range of about 300 people, but he didn't expect the battle damage ratio to be so low.

You know, it's a face-to-face battle.

However, after all, there were still dead people, and the soldiers could cheer, but he couldn't.

After dealing with all the aftermath, Chen Kan wanted to kill these war horses that could not be taken away, but in the end he was blocked by Cheng Feng.

Cheng Feng's reason is very simple, there is no need, even if these war horses are killed, it will not affect the overall situation, there is no shortage of horses on the grassland.

Forty-three soldiers who died in battle were naturally going to be taken away, and there was no time to cremate them now, so Chen Kan ordered their bodies to be tied to the back of war horses and cremated when they escaped from the coverage of the main force of the Tartars.

They are all informal, and they don't have any opinions on this.

In the end, it is better than leaving the corpse to the Tartars to vent their anger.