The heavy horseshoes tapped on the withered earth, making a dull and rhythmic symphony.
The horse's head rose and fell as it galloped, the horse's mane flying freely in the headwind, and the slender Yan Fei Dao blade reflected the cold light.
Along with the low sound of the horn, as the horses galloped and accelerated, the flags in the cavalry formation gradually unfolded, and the sound of hunting spread throughout the entire cavalry formation in an instant.
The flags are hunting, facing the wind.
As the horse galloped, Chen Wang subconsciously lowered his head and looked down.
The speed of the war horse beneath him is constantly accelerating, and the earth is retreating like a tide.
When he raised his head again, the smoke above the official road ahead had already been blown away by the strong wind.
At this time, the entire right wing of the official road had turned into a mess, and the front and middle parts of the bandits' troops had been completely mixed together, making it a mess. Only the rear formation was still intact.
Chen Wang could see clearly that one after another the red flags of the Ming army were rushing forward in the black crowd, rushing back and forth, causing chaos in the entire formation.
The soldiers behind the bandits formed a military formation, and spears were stretched out one after another, forming a forest of steel.
The steel forests blocked the escape route of the hungry people.
Countless hungry people fled in all directions, and cries, begging for mercy, and miserable howls reached Chen Wang's ears from a distance.
Even though the distance was still far away, the feeling of despair still hit us.
Chen Wang's hand holding the saber trembled slightly, and memories of the past kept reappearing in his mind.
One after another, the dead souls who fell under his sword appeared one after another, those hungry people and those soldiers.
Most of them are sallow, skinny, and dressed in ragged clothes.
The most painful and cruel punishment in the world is actually starvation, which is the most painful way to die in the world.
That kind of desperate hunger is more cruel than any torture in the world.
Hunger makes people no longer human, makes them lose their dignity as human beings, and turns them into evil spirits.
At the end of the Ming Dynasty, famines occurred frequently in Shaanxi, but taxes and levies were heavy.
The ensuing natural disasters, the continuous increase of troops, and the raging bandits made the civil unrest and mutiny intensified. As a result, the four parties continued to fight and spread poison for thousands of miles.
Those farmers and soldiers who could not survive due to successive years of drought gathered together, and they no longer placed their hopes on others.
They knew that the superior and pampered masters above the temple did not care about their life or death at all.
Natural disasters are not terrible, but man-made disasters are truly terrible.
It’s those “people” who are above and beyond.
It’s those “people” who have lost their humanity.
They know that relying on anything, anything, or anyone is worse than relying on the swords and guns in their hands.
With the swords and guns in their hands, they ate rice again and became human beings again.
But among them, some not only ate rice, but also meat. They also tasted flesh and blood...
Chen Wang held the saber in his hand tightly. The cold touch of the handle and the oncoming headwind made him wake up again.
In the torrent of the times, everyone is just being carried forward, and even if they struggle desperately, they still seem extremely powerless.
The waves are rough and the current is fast, and a little carelessness can lead to death.
If you want to change this era, if you want to control your own destiny, you must keep climbing up and reach a high position.
Chen Wang raised his head again. He had no choice and no way to control his own destiny. Now he was just a soldier in the army. He could only do what he could do now.
Amidst the heavy sound of hoofbeats, the snort of war horses sounded from time to time in the riding formation.
The sounds of the scraping of armor leaves, the collision of sword backs and armor, and the sound of hunting flags all merged together.
The front and middle troops of the bandits were charged into chaos.
Above the official road, the entangled Ming army at the front finally got a chance to breathe. When the enemy army fell into chaos, they fired volleys of firecrackers and rockets, and then quickly evacuated toward the rear.
In the distance, the two bandit cavalry teams that had been motionless finally made some movement.
The two bandits' horse teams were swimming in the formation like two long dragons with teeth and claws, and their dragon heads were all pointing in the same direction.
Chen Wang tightened the reins in his hands, and the speed of his horse had already increased. The heads of the two long dragons were facing nowhere else, but in the direction they were heading.
But even so, the direction of the cavalry formation has not changed, and Cao Wenzhao seems to have not seen it.
Chen Wang did not say anything again. Cao Wenzhao was far more experienced than him in this kind of battle. The enemy's movement was not a secret. He had seen it. There was no reason that Cao Wenzhao couldn't see it.
Since Cao Wenzhao still chose to move forward, he must have a plan in mind.
There was a wave of flags on the official road ahead, and the somewhat chaotic sounds of bugles and drums rang rapidly in Chen Wang's ears.
The next moment the sound rang out, the military formations that had blocked their way on the official road quickly separated to both sides like waves to make way for them.
"Woo——"
The short and urgent bugle sound sounded again.
Chen Wang's eyes sharpened suddenly, and he immediately tightened his grip on the saber in his hand. He raised his eyes and looked forward. In front of him were enemies one after another with their backs to him.
The saber was held horizontally. The sharp saber was as light as a feather, constantly fluttering among the crowd, easily cutting open the bodies of one enemy after another.
The strong smell of blood filled the air again, and Chen Wang's eyes became colder.
Under the dark black banner, Li Zicheng looked at everything happening at the top of the slope with an expressionless face.
The Ming army's cavalry cut into the formation like sharp blades. In an instant, they cut the military formation he arranged into countless messy, bloody pieces. In an instant, the soldiers and horses in the front and middle sections were already Completely falling apart.
The fear of the Ming army was overwhelming. The defeated soldiers and hungry people in the front and middle sections fled uncontrollably, and even attacked the rear section of the supervising team behind them.
A small red flag slowly rose from behind him, and under the banner, the sound of war drums suddenly became louder.
Under the hillside, Liu Zongmin was carrying the Yanling Saber on his shoulder. He saw the rising red flag, and murderous intent suddenly appeared in his eyes.
He raised the Yan Fei Dao in his hand high, then suddenly pressed down, holding the horse's belly, and the horse under him galloped forward carrying his body.
After hearing the order, a group of horse soldiers behind him mobilized their mounts and galloped away after Liu Zongmin.
Like Liu Zongmin, they all placed their Yanling swords on their right shoulders, with sinister expressions on their faces, without saying a word, and just moved forward in silence.
They were wearing the same armor and helmets as the Ming army, but the color was black...
