Three hundred servants swept across the wheat field like a strong wind, and the archers with blue flags in the front row all fell down.
The archers were not wearing armor, and the soldiers rushing into the formation were all scattered. The Jurchen hunters who rushed in front to shoot the mandarin ducks became prey in the eyes of others in the blink of an eye.
"The whole army is attacking, don't stop!"
When the cavalry soldiers charge, momentum is the first priority. With the momentum of the indomitable charge, even a mere hundred people will have the effect of thousands of people charging into the formation.
Liu Zhaosun clamped the horse's belly and stood upright on the horse. He held the bow in his left hand and took the arrow from the arrow in his right hand, aiming at the Baya La thirty steps ahead.
One of them, Ba Yala, brandished his mace and struck a broken mandarin duck array in front of him.
This mandarin duck formation has killed five or six Zhenyi soldiers one after another.
The spearmen led by Yuanyang Formation are particularly fierce. One man killed two bagas.
More and more Bagas were slashing and killing, the long card player's mouth was numb, and the soldiers behind the long card were killed one by one.
Liu Zhaosun saw from his horse that the spearman was surrounded by three or four jaguars, but he was not afraid at all and used the short-handed move of the Qi family army.
"die!"
Liu Zhaosun roared, and the heavy arrow, which was full of kinetic energy, took advantage of the inertia of the horse's running and shot out quickly, directly breaking through the armor of Ba Ya's neck.
This fierce Jurchen warrior was shot through the neck, with a look of fear in his eyes as he struggled to look in the direction of the arrow.
Liu Zhaosun put away his bow and arrows, picked up his lance, and rushed towards him.
The white-armored soldier held the blood spurting from his neck with one hand, raised his sword with the other and slashed at the horse's leg.
There was a popping sound, accompanied by the sound of metal piercing flesh, and the sharp edge of the lance penetrated deeply into the face of the white-armored soldier.
A cold light flashed in the eyes of this fierce Bagara, and his head flew high into the sky.
Liu Zhaosun sneered, and just as he was about to ride his horse and continue to charge, a black shadow suddenly flew by, and he felt his body being hit by a giant object.
When he looked down, he saw a flying ax that was more than half a foot long, slicing the horse's back and hitting him hard in the lower abdomen. Ten steps away, a fierce and ruthless man looked at him with a ferocious smile.
Liu Zhaosun was suddenly hit hard. He spit out blood and fell to the ground.
At this time, the Zhenyi warriors began to form a formation in a hurry. They initially thought that the cavalry soldiers were desperate and would just break through a hole and escape, but they did not expect that now they would fight to the death with them.
At present, the Ming army's pike formation has been defeated. Except for a few Yuanyang formations that are still resisting, tens of thousands of Ming troops cannot escape the fate of destruction. As long as the infantry who cannot escape are surrounded and annihilated, it will be a great victory.
Niu Lu'e Zhen all knows the principle of not chasing poor bandits and surrounding them with three towers. When these Jurchen hunters hunt in the mountains and forests, they will also leave a way for wild boars to survive, and will not really block the road.
Niu Lu Ezhen has all experienced the bravery of the Ming army's horse soldiers. It is absolutely impossible to stop these soldiers and horses without killing thousands of Zhenyi soldiers. The Niulu banners of Xianglan Banner have not been replenished by the Great Khan for a long time. If they continue to be depleted like this, they may one day be annexed by each banner.
Besides, even when the Xianghuang Banner and the Zhenghuang Banner besieged Dusong Marin in the Jiefan Sarhu, they were far from annihilating them all. At least two thousand troops from the Marin Division escaped.
In this kind of mentality, facing the charging cavalry, the Niulu of Xianglan Banner only resisted symbolically, and then opened a hole to let them escape.
However, to Xiang Lanqi's surprise, after the men and horses rushed through the position, they did not escape. Instead, they turned their horses' heads and turned back to continue charging.
"What are you doing, Nanmanzi? Three or four hundred horsemen dare to charge at our military formation,"
Although the Xianglan Banner had an absolute advantage in strength, the battle formation was now in chaos, and it was not easy to deal with these three to four hundred cavalry.
The cavalry attacks the infantry formations, taking advantage of their speed. They often come and go like the wind, and the enemy has fled without a trace before the infantry can react.
"The formation has been breached. Why don't these servants escape and still resist?"
When Gu Shan'er was really hesitating, several more lone soldiers with blue flags were hacked to death by the oncoming cavalry.
Fei Yingwu looked at the rapidly changing battlefield. Although he was slow-tempered, he was now quite anxious.
"During the battle with the Zhejiang soldiers in the morning, more than 500 East Route troops and horses were killed under the hills. Where did these troops come from? Could it be that the Ming Emperor sent reinforcements?"
Ji Erhalang and Li Yongfang stood beside Belle. Such a result was something no one expected. It took less than half a day for the Xianghuang Banner and the Zhenghuang Banner to attack the most powerful Juniper. However, Liu Jing's soldiers, who were weaker than Juniper's troops, spent a whole day on the Xianglan Banner and failed to attack it.
From the dawn of Aha's charge to the present, the Ming army has blocked three attacks by the army.
Xianglan Banner lost at least one thousand Zhenyi soldiers and more than two thousand soldiers. Although the main force is still there, they are still injured. I don't know how long it will take to regain their strength after returning to Hetuala.
Li Yongfang stared at the dead bodies on the ground, most of which belonged to Zhenyi soldiers. With so many people dead, how will the Great Khan punish them after they return?
Li Yongfang estimated that the Great Khan might want to behead Amin Beile, or even execute his nephew directly in anger.
Jierhalang also had evil intentions. Looking at the situation in front of him, it can be said that the overall situation has been decided. Liu Wei will either die or be captured, and will soon be brought to everyone by the Bagas.
Xianglan Banner has lost so many bannermen and war horses, and they will not be able to replenish them in the short term. Erbeile may not be able to stay any longer.
If he can get the full support of Daishan and Huang Taiji, and then join forces with Niu Lu Ezhen, who is dissatisfied with Amin in the banner, and take the position of Gushan Ezhen in the Xianglan Banner, he must take the position of Jierharang.
Just when Jilharang was looking forward to the future, Amin's deep voice sounded in his ears:
"Let the white-armored soldiers supervise the formation, recall the Niulu cavalry soldiers from the Xianglan Banner who were rushing in front of them, and press them all on to kill the Ming army's cavalry soldiers here!"
At this time, a Geshiha hurriedly came forward and whispered a few words into Jierhalang's ear.
When Jierhalang heard this, his expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly looked up at Amin.
Amin was very disgusted with this brother who betrayed his father and brother. He never looked at him directly. Seeing this scene, he said impatiently:
"What? The Great Khan came in person?"
Jirhalang shook his head, the two rat whiskers under his lips trembling, looking a little uneasy.
"It's Ye He, Jin Taiji and Buyangu are here!"
Even though the voice was very low, everyone around Niu Lu Ezhen and Baylor could hear it clearly.
Hearing these two names, everyone couldn't help but step back, and even Fei Yingwu, who had a gentle personality, looked horrified.
Ye He and Da Jin are mortal enemies, and they are the kind of feud that cannot be broken even by marriage!
Amin knew that everyone was a little panicked. He thought of a group of Mongolian Fujins he saw in Hetuala a few days ago, and Borkijit's pretty face suddenly appeared in his mind.
"Why are you panic?! Why are they here just now! Come on, how many people are here?"
The movements of Ye He's tribe were completely under the supervision of Dajin. After setting off from Haixi, they heard the news of the Ming army's defeat, and the two troops quickly fled back to Dongxihai City.
Why did it suddenly turn back again.
Well, of course you need to ask General Manager Liu Zhao and Sun Liu.
Jirhalang's voice was trembling, and he took a breath, trying to calm himself down.
"There are ten thousand people. Ye He's tribe came out in full force this time. They are now five miles away to the west and can reach here in a moment."
With a plop, fifteen-year-old Fei Yingwu knelt down in front of Amin, raised his head and cried to his brother:
"Fourth brother, it's my fault. The warriors fought fiercely with the Zhejiang soldiers in the morning and couldn't break through for a long time. I thought that there were no other enemies around the sentinel in the past few days, so I asked all the white-armored soldiers from the sentinel to come back and help the flag. Ding Chong Formation..."
Li Yongfang grabbed Little Belle's collar and said angrily:
"Master! You have harmed Xianglan Banner! You have harmed the Kingdom of Jin!"
Amin's thoughts were racing. A few days ago, he rushed here from Hetuala with great interest. He thought that Liu Wei was a soft persimmon that could be pinched, but he didn't expect that he would be bruised and bleeding now.
At this time, Xianglan Banner could only fight with four thousand soldiers. It was also his fault that he was too careless and released more than a thousand people in Hetuala alone.
The remnants of the Ming army had not been wiped out. Another group of horse soldiers had just rushed down. There was no problem in dealing with these remnants, it just took some time.
But now, Da Jin's enemy, the sworn Ye Hebu, is here.
Amin stared blankly to the west, his mind buzzing. Fei Yingwu ran to him and shouted loudly.
Soon Jierhalang and Fei Yingwu struggled with each other.
Li Yongfang lost his owner's dog, dragging the tails of several servants, anxiously circling around the two masters, talking about something.
Erbeile laughed heartily, and in front of his eyes appeared the stunning figure of Yehe's old daughter Busia Mara. This Jurchen beauty has attracted countless heroes to bow to her.
The love and hatred between Ye He and Aixinjueluo are inextricably linked to this old woman Ye He.
The war between Da Jin and Ye He is more or less related to this woman.
"Er Beile, go quickly!"
Fei Yingwu directed two Geshiha to drag Amin and push him onto the horse.
Amin was in a daze, and it wasn't until he was riding on horseback that his thoughts were brought back to reality.
The horsemen of the Ming army who rushed into the formation were separated and surrounded by soldiers with blue flags. Some fierce Ba Ya came close and killed the horses with heavy troops.
He gradually regained his consciousness, pushed away Fei Yingwu who was holding the reins, picked up the reins himself, summoned the surrounding Goshiha, and planned to kill the Ming army before he hit the horse.
"We can't leave! We can't let these Ming soldiers go! I want to kill Liu Wei!"
Fei Yingwu quickly stepped forward to grab the reins again, and struck the horse's belly with his scabbard.
"Fourth brother, let Buyangu catch him, he will cut off half of your body! The Great Khan cut off half of Buyangu's Ama back then!"
Amin was distracted for a moment, and several Ge Shiha stepped forward to grab the reins without any explanation, and took Erbeile and ran northward.
Fei Yingwu ordered the troops to retreat.
At this time, there was a rumble of horse hooves in the west, and the ground seemed to be about to crack. The soldiers with the blue flag near the west looked up and saw, to the west of Shajianzi Hill, in the direction of the Hunjiang River Valley, about five miles away, black cavalry were like a rushing river. There is no end as far as the eye can see, and they are rushing towards this direction in a mighty manner.
The news of Ye He's attack spread quickly throughout the battlefield, and the soldiers rushing in front immediately turned around and ran away. Compared to the Southern Barbarians in front of them, if they fell into Ye He's hands, the outcome would undoubtedly be much more terrifying.
The supervising team with the blue flag could not hold back and fled together. Everyone fled to the position of the cavalry behind them, mounted their horses and fled north.
Liu Zhaosun looked at the Jiannu cavalry running all over the mountains and plains, looking at the money rat tail flying behind them, and smiled with relief.
There was still a dull pain in his chest. Just now, he was hit by a flying ax while trying to save a Ming army from the Mandarin Duck Formation, and he vomited blood on the spot.
All the servants around Liu Zhaosun were injured and killed, and he was unable to stand up. When a white-armored soldier came up to cut off his head, the Xianglan Banner Army retreated with gold, and he finally saved his life.
There were only two people left in the Yuanyang Formation that he rescued, a soldier and a spearman.
The Palladium Hand was speechless, fell to the ground and cried bitterly, while the spearmen stared blankly at the sky.
There was light snow falling in the sky, and the surroundings were in a mess. Pei Dahu limped over and told Liu Zhaosun that the two Belles of the Ye He tribe wanted to see the general.
With the support of his servants, Liu Zhaosun stood up with difficulty and looked back at the spearman:
"May I have your name?"
"Back to the boss, the villain Shen Lian."
This man was tall and handsome. Although he was not as handsome as Liu Zhaosun, he was still a handsome man.
"Shen Lian, what are your plans for the future?"
The spearman named Shen Lian covered the wound on his left shoulder. The wound was still bleeding. He struggled to stand up:
"General Deng has died in battle, and I don't want to stay in the Zhejiang Army. Tens of thousands of lives will be lost as easily as mowing grass,"
Liu Zhaosun also looked into the distance, and the sun was shining brightly in the distance.
"It's just that the capital master still has my mother to take care of!"
"In that case, go to the capital. I will ask the supervisor to report your merits to you. When you return, you can find a small banner in the Zhenfu Division. Are you willing?"
Shen Lian's expression changed slightly. He was tired of fighting on the battlefield and was ready to die in Liaodong today. He never expected that the slave thieves would be defeated.
Mr. Liu took out a package of fried noodles from his body and handed it to Shen Lian.
"Give some of the things found on the Tatars to your brother. The Zhejiang soldiers are all dead. There will be no more Zhejiang soldiers in the Ming Dynasty!"
Shen Lian took the fried noodles, divided half of it, covered the rest with snow, and chewed it.
Liu Zhaosun patted Shen Lian on the shoulder with a sad expression:
"He held off 6,000 men with the blue flag and fought fiercely for four hours. What a hero!"
"It's a pity that General Deng died for his country. I will ask my adoptive father and the military supervisor to report to the court so that his family can be well cared for, as well as others. The Zhejiang army is suffering, and now there is one less strong general. Alas!"
Liu Zhaosun's eyes were red. Suddenly, he thought of many people and things:
Qi Shaobao, Zhang Juzheng, Jizhou mutiny...
