After being attacked by Fran cannons and rockets, the Houjin formation was slightly messy, and the charge of nine columns of cavalry only exacerbated their confusion.
Under the impact of the Kaiyuan cavalry regardless of casualties, a bloody hole was finally torn out of the tight defense of the two yellow flags. As more cavalry charged, the gap was like a collapsed embankment, rapidly expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Bagara, who was wearing silver armor, was shouting curses in Yi language behind the phalanx, trying hard to maintain the integrity of the front line.
Although these Zhenyi armored soldiers drawn from various Niulu can fight at night, they are only able to do so.
The huge number of soldiers determined that the Houjin soldiers were unable to conduct systematic night combat training, and naturally they could not compare with the well-trained Kaiyuan soldiers.
In fact, due to reasons such as communication conditions, soldier quality, and fighting will, night battles in this era often have no winners. For the attacker, night fighting does not have the overwhelming advantage as imagined. The result is usually 1,000 enemy kills and 800 self-inflicted losses.
However, none of the above conditions hold true for Liu Zhaosun. Under reasonable training and strict military discipline, the Kaiyuan cavalry is not only physically strong, but also willing to die.
After opening the gap, the cavalry battalion cut through the rear Jin phalanx like a razor. Although the cavalry continued to fall off their horses, the casualties they caused to the general Jin soldiers were three or even five times that of their own.
Liu Zhaosun reined in his horse and stood on the east side of the river bank, with the horse whirring and breathing heavily under his crotch.
Their cavalry team had just charged into battle three times, killing and wounding nearly two hundred Zhenyi armored soldiers, and countless more Baoji soldiers.
Of the one hundred and ten pikemen in the first row, fewer than eighty were able to fight at this time, and the casualties were close to forty. Casualties in other platoons were roughly equal.
Of course, some of the cavalry were only temporarily dispersed and could be gathered back later.
But no matter what, after three rounds of sprinting, more than one-third were killed or injured. Liu Zhaosun could not bear such battle losses.
As the physical strength of the cavalry and horses continued to decline, the casualties would only increase if they continued to charge.
It is estimated that if they charge a few more times, the entire cavalry battalion will be killed, and he himself will return to his post in Hunhe.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness, and looked up at the fierce and tenacious cavalry around him.
Under the dim moonlit night, their faces could not be seen clearly, and only the breathing and snorting of the horses could be heard.
These mounts had gone through several battles, and their excitement gradually faded, and they all showed signs of fatigue at this time.
It is impossible to change horses during the charge, and the cavalry can only continue to charge with their mounts until they are killed or victorious in the end.
Different from the tired horses, these young riders each had a fierce look on their faces, standing proudly on their horses, looking up at the chaotic Houjin formation in front, not afraid of the Houjin armored soldiers who were ten times their number.
The cavalry charge best embodies the bravery of men. Life and death are often only a matter of seconds, all relying on a single powerful blow.
Liu Zhaosun can be sure that after this battle, if they can survive, the morale and combat power of this elite team will surely rise to a new height.
But how many people can still survive?
He wiped the blood on his face, gritted his teeth, raised his lance and continued to charge for the fourth time.
At this moment, the front of Houjin's formation, which was more than 300 steps away, suddenly seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, and the entire formation took a few steps back.
Then, the Houjin soldiers near the gap let out frightening shouts. The shouts quickly turned into a roaring tsunami, attracting everyone's attention to the front of the phalanx.
The attacked soldiers looked at the night ahead in horror. In the dark night, sharp weapons were constantly thrusting in and out. All living creatures within its attack range were not spared. Several fierce Houjin soldiers waved heavy knives. Rushing into the darkness, he was immediately stabbed by the sharp blade there, leaving blood holes all over his body.
Some archers in the front row raised their bows and fired randomly, but were immediately stabbed in the throat with their swords. In the darkness, the advantage of bows and arrows is not obvious, let alone in such a short distance.
In the darkness, there seemed to be a terrifying demon lurking, constantly devouring the warriors of the two yellow flags with their weapons. No matter whether they were Zhenyi or Baoyi, they could not escape their poisonous hands.
The Houjin soldiers, who had just experienced rocket and Fran cannon attacks, and were ravaged by cavalry, had already reached the limit of their mental endurance.
Now he suddenly suffered such an attack and immediately fell into collapse.
The armored soldiers in the front row rushed towards the rear formation desperately, like a group of horses, causing some armored soldiers behind to follow suit.
Niu Lu Ezhen and the white armored soldiers raised their heavy knives and stood in front of the fleeing armored soldiers. Without any explanation, they slashed and killed the crowd skillfully with their heavy weapons, causing showers of blood to fall.
"Those who retreat will die!"
"Nikan only has two thousand people, turn around and kill them all!"
Under the coercion of the white-armored soldiers, these desperate armored soldiers in the front row had no choice but to raise their weapons, like moths in the night, desperately crashing into the devil in the darkness behind them.
"The soldiers with the white pole are coming, and the two yellow flags are about to collapse!"
Liu Zhaosun looked at the Hou Jin army formation that was about to be defeated, and felt a little calmer in his heart. All developments were in line with expectations, just a little later than expected.
The Two Yellow Banners are indeed Nurhachi's elite. Their ability to endure is far more tenacious than Liu Zhaosun imagined.
Of course, it doesn't matter now whether you are stubborn or not.
Now it is necessary to intensify the chaos of the two yellow flag phalanxes, let them understand what real fear is, and let these barbarians know the consequences of massacring the Han people in Liaodong.
Liu Zhaosun blew his bamboo whistle, summoned the flag captains of each team to come forward, and ordered them:
"The Tatars can't hold on any longer. The white soldiers have suffered too many casualties, so we can't rely entirely on them. We still have to add fuel to the fire, do what the cavalry should do, and continue to attack the flanks! Don't charge hard, just defeat the opponent!"
Once the ancient military formation of tens of thousands of people collapsed, huge casualties could be expected.
Liu Zhaosun roared, the flag captain blew the bamboo whistle, and nine columns of cavalry charged towards the target again.
The moon was waning in the sky, and the Hunhe River was quite cool at midnight. The horse galloped forward under his legs, and the wind was loud in his ears.
Liu Zhaosun pulled out his Miao Dao, and several gaps appeared on the blade. His lance was taken away by a rear-golden sword and shield wielder in the first round of charge.
After this war, I needed to change my knife again.
Only a hundred steps away from the battle formation of the Two Yellow Flags, the outline of the golden soldiers gradually became clear in the dark night.
Liu Zhaosun adjusted his horse speed and kept a loose straight line with his teammates, preparing for a new round of bloodshed.
However, when he looked up to the opposite side again, he couldn't help but be shocked by the sight before him.
The two-yellow flag formation that could barely maintain its formation before was now like a snowball poured with boiling water. It had begun to completely collapse. The strict formations on all sides were completely scattered. Countless Zhenyi armored soldiers began to flee behind the formation.
Only hundreds of elite Bagas and some armored soldiers were still fighting against the white-poled soldiers.
The bonfire burning in the distance has not been extinguished, and there are running figures everywhere in the firelight.
Thousands of beating rat tails danced in front of my eyes like will-o'-the-wisps in the dark night, everything seemed like a dream.
"Failed so quickly?"
Liu Zhaosun reined in his horse and stood there for a moment. It was not until a Zhenyi armored soldier hit him with a mace that he woke up as if from a dream.
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