Two light arrows flew toward him. Although the riding bow could not break armor, it could still be fatal if it hit the face within twenty steps. Liu Zhaosun quickly changed his right hand to grab the reins, and raised a small round shield with his left hand to block the situation in front of him.
In a blink of an eye, they were ten steps away, and the Horqin man refused to escape. He had just killed two white-poled soldiers. At this time, he got brave enough, dropped his riding bow, pulled out a long knife stained with blood, and pointed at the cavalry. From the direction he was running, he slashed at the horse's legs.
"die!"
With the help of the horse's speed, the lance crashed into Horqin's archer like black lightning, and then the sound of metal hitting bones could be heard in his ears.
Liu Zhaosun's hand holding the gun barrel felt a huge impact. He tried hard to control the weapon in his hand, but the tiger's mouth was numb, and the lance quickly retreated along with the stabbed Mongolian and disappeared from his sight.
The screams of the archers came from behind. Liu Zhaosun spat, pulled out the Miao knife that had killed countless people, and slashed at an enemy soldier who turned around and fled.
"Rush over and line up on the river bank!"
Liu Zhaosun shouted loudly, regardless of whether the cavalry could hear him.
The first row of spear cavalry rushed through both sides of the white-pole soldier shield formation, smashing into pieces the Horqin people who gathered around them. Dozens of mutilated Mongolian corpses fell on the ground. The originally very loose Mongolian army formation collapsed immediately, and many people fled back desperately regardless of the fact that Bagala, who was supervising the formation, was behind them.
Before the Mongols could adjust their formation, the second row of cavalry followed closely with palladium in hand.
The palladium shaped like a horse's fork explodes with terrifying lethality in the hands of the cavalry.
Different from the large opening and closing of the spear, this kind of weapon with sharp teeth is short in length, but its power is amazing. As long as you get close, you will either die or be injured.
The second row of palladium hands swept through the wheat field like a strong wind, and the Mongolians fell again. Many people had a piece of their cheek torn off by the sharp palladium teeth. They did not die for a while, but they ran around and screamed inhumanly. This intensified the situation. their confusion.
The third row of fusiliers accelerated through the messy crowd, raising their flintlock muskets to shoot at the Mongolians who were still standing in the distance.
There was a banging sound around the shield formation of the white pole soldiers, and clouds of white smoke rose from the cavalry line, like the heat of winter.
After one round of shooting, the cavalrymen drew their sabers and chopped down the enemy soldiers who were not dead.
The white smoke from the third row of fusiliers had not completely dissipated, and the fourth row of pikemen, like bloodthirsty steel beasts, once again ravaged the enemy's positions.
Liu Zhaosun rode his horse all the way to the bank of the Hun River. The horse raised its front hooves in front of the surging river.
Liu Zhaosun stretched out his hand to stroke the horse's mane. The Miao knife in his hand was still dripping with blood. Their group of spearmen was in disarray and was regrouping on the shore.
"Officer, have you ever been injured?"
Jin Yuji, with a murderous look on her face, walked slowly on her horse, and the spear in her hand disappeared, turning into a one-handed waist knife.
Liu Zhaosun looked at the blood spattered on her face, rode his horse forward, and whispered:
"You stay here and wait for the white pole soldiers to regroup. Later, the cavalry will attack the Houjin formation. I will escape death. I can't bear it..."
I can’t bear to be separated from you by life and death, and the words haven’t been spoken yet.
There were two loud bangs.
Liu Zhaosun quickly looked back. Just behind where they had just charged, about two hundred steps away, a dozen French cannons turned their muzzles and began to bombard the flanks of the wall-charging cavalry.
"Where are Lin Dan Khan's cavalry? They are not allowed to cover the flanks!"
The second row of charging Tao Palladium soldiers also began to form a formation by the river. The flag captain was a former Liao Zhen who stayed up all night, looking at the sudden shelling on the flank, and said angrily.
Liu Zhaosun's face was gloomy, and he immediately waved the captain's command flag in his hand and shouted to the three rows of cavalry behind him after the formation was completed:
"The first three rows will follow my officer to the left wing and kill all these Houjin artillerymen! The rest of the troops will continue to attack the Horqin people!"
After saying that, he turned around, slowly wiped off the blood on the blade, looked up at the Houjin soldiers who were still firing cannons two hundred paces ahead, and gently slapped the horse's belly with the scabbard of the Miao sword.
The war horse snorted and galloped towards the place where the white smoke was rising. Jin Yuji put away her waist knife and loaded the gun without saying a word. After loading, she resolutely followed.
Three columns of cavalry lined up in a neat battle formation, holding long spears and palladium, and rushed towards the rear golden gunner with murderous intent.
The Houjin artillery in front of them had just blasted away the shield formation of the white pole soldiers, which had done a great service for their master. It was at a time when morale was high.
Most of them were Ming troops who surrendered to Jin during the Saarhu period, and their leader was Tong Yangxing's brother Tong Yangzhen.
This coated slave, who was a hundred times more ferocious than Cao Zhongqing, finally pulled the artillery to blast away the shield array, and was about to wipe out all the white soldiers before his eyes. However, he finished what his master had not finished. Unexpectedly, Liu Zhaosun came out halfway.
This Nikan, with only a thousand men, dared to attack the Houjin Formation, which made the Great Khan very unhappy.
Tong Yangzhen was angry and decided to teach Liu Zhaosun a lesson and let him know the consequences of going against Dajin.
He immediately summoned a powerful Zhenyi armored soldier with a yellow flag to cover the gunners and fire at the charging cavalry, and used heavy arrows to kill Lin Danhan's cavalry who tried to harass them.
The range of the infantry bow is much longer than that of the cavalry bow, and it can break through armor within thirty steps, let alone against Lin Danhan's riders who are too poor to wear armor.
The well-arranged heavy infantry had an absolute advantage over the scattered cavalry. Three hundred Houjin soldiers formed a hollow square formation. The outer row of armored soldiers raised their spears, and the two rows of Houjin soldiers behind them used heavy arrows to kill the Mongolians who tried to get closer.
Lin Danhan's riders quickly passed by the Houjin phalanx, using their horse speed to throw light arrows, killing the Houjin soldiers. After several rounds of shooting, the Mongols suffered heavy casualties, leaving dozens of corpses behind and fled north in a hurry.
After they fled to a safe distance, they stretched their heads and watched Houjin's gunners continue to bombard Liu Zhaosun's cavalry camp.
Only two hundred steps away from the rear artillery position, as night fell, Liu Zhaosun could vaguely see the cold luster of the spear heads in the hands of the Jin soldiers behind the front row, and the little cold light was particularly eye-catching in the dim vision.
"kill!"
Long gun versus long gun, it's a bit interesting.
The two sides quickly approached a hundred steps away. Tong Yangzhen, who had been prepared for it, ordered the Houjin soldiers to stop shooting the Mongols and turn around to deal with the cavalry who came looking for death.
Liu Zhaosun raised his left hand and pressed his helmet. He looked sideways at Jin Yuji, who was rushing after him. He glared at her fiercely. He was filled with emotion for a moment and had many things to say but couldn't say it. Finally, he nodded to her. The two of them were running at different speeds. , and soon staggered a few steps away.
Liu Zhaosun no longer thought about the love between his children. There was a whooshing sound in his ears. He subconsciously raised his buckler to cover it. More than a dozen heavy arrows passed by his face with the sound of wind. A heavy arrow hit a Tao Palladium hand behind him. Shoot to death.
There was just a bang, and a thin rider on the left was hit by his goggles, fell off his horse, and quickly disappeared from sight.
Liu Zhaosun's heart skipped a beat, and tears flowed out uncontrollably.
He suddenly raised his head, his horse speed did not slow down, raised the Miao knife that had killed countless people, and looked fiercely at Tong Yangzhen behind the phalanx.
The first three rows of cavalry charged at full speed. More than 280 riders were like huge waves, struggling to beat the boulder in the middle of the river. The second before approaching the boulder, the three rows of cavalry separated into two wings.
Short muskets exploded one after another, and clouds of white smoke rose in front of the formation. More than two hundred sharp spears passed through the white smoke, shining like death's sickle.
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