In the camp of Saihan Mountain, everyone from the chief general to the soldiers was stunned.

That's 2,000 people, not 2,000 mosquitoes, and they're gone in the blink of an eye.

What's going on?

The Lord General rubbed his eyes, and there was inevitably a trace of panic in his heart, this time, he wouldn't plant it, right?

Then he shook his head and said to himself: "How is it possible, there are 60,000 troops under the command of this general." ”

"Come on, quickly mobilize the archers to come forward, and be sure to intercept this Ming army in front of the big camp."

He gave the order again, and this time, the Tartar soldiers finally came to their senses, and quickly mobilized not only the archers, but also the shield bearers as a shield to protect the archers.

Chen Kan watched the movements of the Tartar camp coldly, but the horsewhip in his hand became more and more forceful.

The speed of the cavalry charge lies in one word, fast.

Even if the weapons in the hands of the cavalry have been changed from traditional spears to muskets, when charging, they still can't get rid of this fast word.

Getting closer and closer to the camp, Chen Kan could even see the rivets on the shields in the hands of the Tartar soldiers.

Cheng Feng gave the order again, and the Ming army quickly changed formation, encircling Ben Shijari and Chen Kan in the center.

This time, only a third of the Ming soldiers who fired the guns were the cones at the forefront of the charge, and at the same time, they were facing the greatest pressure.

"Bang Bang Bang~"

A burst of gunfire rang out, and another group of Tartar soldiers fell.

Looking at the shields that had been beaten into a sieve, many Tartar soldiers looked shocked, they didn't understand, when did the Ming army's firearms have developed to the point where they can penetrate the shield?

Unfortunately, they didn't have a chance to figure it out.

Because the Ming army has successfully killed at the gate of the camp.

"Kill!"

Cheng Feng shouted loudly, took the lead in taking off the horse lance and rushed into the camp.

The soldiers of the Ming army behind him changed their formation again, like a flock of geese, and the soldiers who charged at the front had lost the opportunity to continue shooting, so they took off the cold weapons in their hands and began to fight with the Tartar army.

As for the soldiers who did not come into direct contact with the Tartar army, they quickly raised their guns and fired from between the gaps in the crowd.

As a result, the military formation of the Ming army changed from a cone to an ellipse.

The outermost soldiers fought with the Tartars with their swords, while the besieged soldiers fired to deal with the enemy in the distance

With the cooperation of each other, the momentum of the Ming army's charge was unstoppable for a while.

It was only after three or four miles in the formation that he encountered decent resistance.

The Tartar general looked at the unstoppable Ming army squad as if he had seen a ghost.

In just one stick of incense, the Ming army has already caused a loss of five or six thousand people to Dacheng, how is this possible?

But the dense corpses that fell to the ground kept hitting his heart.

Mongolian: "General, this Ming army is crazy, they are crazy." ”

The frightened voices of his subordinates sounded in his ears, and the Tartar master would hide behind the camp tent, for fear of being accidentally injured by the Ming army's firearms.

After a while, he commanded with a hideous face: "No matter what method is used, you must keep this Ming army for me, definitely." ”

At this time, it is not only the Ming army that is crazy, but also the senior generals of the Saihan Mountain battalion.

A Ming army of 2,000 men had inflicted such great losses on them, and if this was to be spread, all of them would suffer the wrath of the Grand Master.

At the moment, they don't yet know what happened at the camp of Mount Kent.

I don't know yet, what they have to endure is not just the anger of Master Taishi.

But the Ming army was so arrogant that it entered the camp, which still made their faces very unbearable.

"Bol, Yan, you two go up in person!"

The Tartar commander shouted the names of the two generals, who were the two most elite commanders of the Saihan Mountain Battalion, and at the same time, their subordinates were also the most elite soldiers in the entire Saihan Mountain Battalion.

The two generals who were named looked at each other, and they both saw a strong battle intent in each other's eyes, they had not encountered such a tricky enemy for a long time.

The last time they fought against such an elite Ming army, they were under the command of a general named Lan Yu among the Ming people, and at that time, they were only a small hundred households.

"Order!"

The two of them took the order and left, and immediately gathered their own pro-army, intending to build a fortress with their lives.

They didn't believe that a Ming army of about 2,000 people could still turn the sky upside down.

The temporary meeting on the side of the Tartar Lord couldn't affect Chen Kan, and at this moment, Chen Kan was thinking about how to shoot a few more enemies.

His long firearm was out of bullets, so he opted for a short-fired.

And now, he didn't give the long fire gun a chance to change the magazine, there were too many Tartar soldiers.

There is no boundary, if you kill one, there will be a second one to fill it, and it is rare to despair if you want to kill a gap.

He held a short gun and kept shooting, and the Tartar soldiers were even so numerous that Chen Kan didn't need to aim at all, and only needed to shoot in one direction casually to kill one.

The cooperation of the officers and men of the Ming army is very tacit, and the heaviest firepower is always the front.

It was clear to everyone that their only purpose was to kill the enemy and escape.

Therefore, Cheng Feng, who led the fight, had the lightest pressure, and occasionally one or two Tartar soldiers killed in front of him, but he couldn't escape the fate of being pierced through his chest with a lance.

On the contrary, the Ming army after the break has changed several groups of people, and in the melee, although the killing effect of bows and arrows is far less than the possibility of accidentally injuring one's own people.

But there were still some sharpshooters who condescendingly fired fatal arrows at the camp of the Ming army.

Not much, but annoying.

Most of the Ming soldiers who fell from their horses were shot by arrows and rolled off their horses, and then they were dismembered by the Tartar soldiers who rushed up.

Chen Kan watched this scene with tears in his eyes, and then gritted his teeth and aimed the barrel of the gun in the direction where those arrows were fired.

The camp resounded with earth-shattering shouts and killings, mixed with screams and terrible wails, and it was really a scene of hell on earth.

The face of the Tartar general became more and more ugly, although he had sent two henchmen to suppress the formation, the Ming army was still squirming forward in an orderly and slow manner.

If this continues, sooner or later, this Ming army will inflict incalculable losses on itself.

He didn't understand, was this Ming army crazy or crazy, and what was the matter with rushing headlong into his camp?

It's a pity that Ben Shi Yali was replaced by Chen Kan with the armor of the Ming army, and in the chaos of the army, the Tartar generals couldn't see Ben Shi Yali clearly.

Otherwise, it shouldn't be the Ming army who is crazy, but he, the defender of Saihan Mountain.

Chen Kan's mind calmed down, and he no longer put the gun at the inconsequential place, but left the bullet to everyone in need.

In addition to Chen Kan, there were also Zhou Shi, Cen Gu, Qiu Han, Qian Xinghu and other generals who were surrounded by the Ming army soldiers and began to consciously aim their guns at those archers hidden in the crowd.

Not surprisingly, fewer and fewer arrows were fired at the Ming army.

On the contrary, the arrows of some archers fell among their own men, and for a time the Tartar soldiers in the Tartar camp who were accidentally wounded and killed by trampling rose sharply.

The strong smell of blood penetrated into Chen Kan's nose, almost making Chen Kan nauseous.

And the elliptical matrix composed of the soldiers of the Ming army is also getting smaller and smaller.

The soldiers of the Ming army in the front row were killed in battle, and the soldiers of the Ming army behind them would draw their knives to fill the gap.

As for the brothers who died in battle, their firearms were scattered in the Tartar camp, and they could not care so much at this time.

It is better to leave the fire gun than to leave your life.

"Bang~"

Chen Kan shot the last bullet in the short gun at a smiling Tartar marksman, and then touched his waist, and the bullet ran out at some point.

At the same time, many soldiers of the Ming army also put down their firearms and began to draw out long knives that had not been used for a long time.

The ammunition is exhausted, this is Chen Kan's truest feeling at this moment.

Chen Kan touched the delicate and small pistol in his arms, which only contained a total of six bullets.

Without hesitation, he opened the safety and fired six shots at the front through the gap in front of him.

The six Tartar soldiers fell to the ground in response, Chen Kan drew his long knife, and roared with a hideous face: "Brothers, change formation, follow me!" ”

Cheng Feng, who was at the forefront of the charge, suddenly found that there were fewer gunshots behind him, and there were more and more enemies in front of him. ”

One after the other changed formations, and the Ming soldiers in front of them suddenly drove their horses again, and suicidally rushed towards the blocked Tartar wall.

The soldiers of the Ming army in the back also began to abandon the firecracker, and began to cut the formation of the tartar with cold weapons.

Of course, the Tartars themselves do not have any formation. So under the cutting of the Ming army, it soon became a small battle formation for each other.

In terms of cavalry battles, the cavalry of the Ming Dynasty was never worse than the steppe people.

What's more, the Tartar camp at this time was already extremely chaotic, the Tartar soldiers outside wanted to rush over, and the Tartar soldiers who were in direct contact with the Ming army were thinking about how to avoid the slaughter of the Ming army, which caused the Ming army's war knives to be harvested extremely quickly.

All you need to do is hold the knife across your waist, and the president will cut off several heads with a single charge.

In the big camp, the Tartar soldiers didn't have time to get on their horses at all.

So in less than two hours, behind Chen Kan and the others, there was already a scene of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

And the Ming army did not have the blessing of firearms, and the rate of casualties inevitably rose in a straight line, but it was all worth it.

Because Cheng Feng was already able to see the edge of the camp on Mount Saihan.

"Brothers, the exit is ahead, kill with me."

Cheng Feng shouted, and the remaining Ming soldiers suddenly boosted their morale, are they finally going to kill through the enemy formation?

Li Rang's face was also a little excited, his arm was already sore and weak at the moment, and he could no longer raise the long knife.

He didn't remember how many Tartars had died at his hands, only that although he had been well protected by the Ming soldiers, there were inevitably many more wounds on his body.

"Kill!"

He couldn't raise his sword, but he could still shout to cheer up the remaining Ming soldiers.