Thousands of feather arrows poured out in an instant, and the rising white gunpowder smoke mixed with the smoke from the fire gun in front, forming a rather thick smoke screen.
The shrill whistles have dissipated, and the roar of guns has also disappeared.
No trumpets were heard, no drums were heard, only the wails of the dying and injured and the painful neighing of war horses lingered over the battlefield for a long time.
Both the bandits and the Ming army stopped and stopped their movements.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the smoke screen above the official road.
Behind the carriage of hundreds of tigers running together, a group of Ming army soldiers holding long spears were waiting in formation, their eyes fixed on the front.
Their hands trembled, holding the spears in their hands tightly, waiting for the possible impact.
There was a rapid sound of horse hooves, which touched everyone's nerves.
But the expected cavalry charge did not appear. A blood-stained war horse ran out of the smoke and collapsed three or four steps away from the military formation.
"Hui————"
The fallen war horse raised its head high and let out a desperate hiss.
The bullets rolling into its body have already turned the flesh and blood into a mess, and it is only a matter of time before it dies.
Chen Wang looked forward, holding the command flag tightly, with a solemn expression.
The mountain wind came and penetrated into his armor through the gaps, dissipating some of the heat from him.
The mountain breeze blew by, and the thick smoke screen above the official road was rolled up like a window screen. The thick gun smoke slowly dissipated, revealing the scene inside.
In front of the military formation, everywhere you look, there is devastation everywhere.
On the road, there are corpses all over the ground, and the battlefield is covered with a large number of feather arrows.
The elite cavalrymen wearing black armor lay quietly on the ground with their eyes wide open. Many of them still held sabers in their hands. Their expressions were frozen at the moment when the guns rang out. .
The vitality of war horses is stronger than that of humans. Many war horses have not yet completely died. They are still struggling hard, making bursts of mournful sounds. Some want to stand up again, but how can they stand up.
The thirty steps in front of the military formation have almost become a restricted area of life.
The elite cavalry of the intruders who were charging ahead all fell on the road of charge. The roar of guns, the screams of hundreds of tigers running in unison, and the death of the cavalry in front completely defeated the elite cavalry of the intruders. The will to fight - they collapsed.
The elite cavalrymen who were originally majestic and murderous were now as panic-stricken as bereaved dogs, and the fast ones had even run hundreds of steps away.
Liu Zongmin's face was pale and his whole body was shaking.
After receiving the order from General Li Zicheng, he issued the order to attack and led the army to launch the attack.
The sudden firing of the Franco machine on the right wing really disrupted the Ming army's military formation. He also found an opportunity to take advantage of it. The Ming army's military formation was almost scattered into canines and was in a state of shock.
As long as he rushes forward another fifty steps, he can break through the scattered military formation and defeat the Ming army's rear troops in one fell swoop.
But it was these fifty steps that turned into a chasm in the end.
He watched with his own eyes as the soldiers in front of him fell down like wheat. The Ming army's firecrackers sounded one after another, with no intention of stopping.
At the last moment, he reined in his horse, which saved his life.
The war horse raised its hooves and stood up, blocking Liu Zongmin from the projectile that would have hit him. The guards on the left and right struggled to rescue him back into the formation, and then he escaped with his life.
There are still several arrows hanging on Liu Zongmin's back, which were shot from the hundreds of tigers running together.
The heavy armor saved Liu Zongmin's life. Those arrows only penetrated the outermost layer of cotton armor and hung on the armor.
An icy chill spread from the official road, and fear quickly spread in all directions like poisonous weeds.
Li Zicheng's face was ashen, and the command flag in his hand was almost broken by him.
Everything happened in a blink of an eye, and he was already waiting for victory.
But what reached his ears was not the deafening cheers after the formation was broken, but the sound of gunfire that became louder and louder one after another.
Li Zicheng watched as his elite cavalry rushed into the smoke and never came out again...
Where do the firearms in the hands of officers and soldiers come from so much power? !
Did the officers and soldiers get some new firearms? !
Li Zicheng's thoughts turned around. He had never seen firearms used in confrontations with officers and soldiers.
Many officers and soldiers are equipped with firearms. Whether they are frontier troops or soldiers in the interior, even the chieftain soldiers in Guichuan are equipped with a lot of firearms.
Nanbing had many firearms, but they only used firearms for a while or two before engaging in battle. Instead, they engaged in hand-to-hand combat and close combat.
Most of the northern soldiers are cavalry from Liao Town. They use three-eyed muskets most often when charging into the formation to harass them. They only fire them for a while, either in close combat or by changing their bows.
Li Zicheng felt chills in his heart, and the knuckles of the hand holding the riding crop were all white from the exertion.
He was not even half-hearted when two thousand-man cavalry troops were routed.
Thousands of hungry people and advancing infantry were routed without blinking an eyelid.
But the loss of his subordinate Jingqi really made him feel pain.
It is not only difficult to replace the personnel, but also the armor. These thousands of elite cavalry are the foundation for his survival.
Many of them were his old brothers when he was a soldier in Yuzhong, and they followed him to fight in the second year of Chongzhen.
Guo Tianxing Hui Denxiang and Scorpion Tuo Yangkun looked solemn and their hearts were full of shock.
This Ming army was weird from the beginning. The cavalry in the vanguard were all extremely brave. Two thousand cavalry were spread out, and there were hundreds of fine cavalry who couldn't stop them. Then they were almost certain to ambush them at the end. The key was discovered.
The general of the officers and soldiers led a hundred cavalry to defeat the two cavalry teams on the left and right wings one after another. To be honest, when the right wing army was defeated, the inner struggle between the two of them had already started to retreat.
All the way into Shaanxi, Prime Minister Hui Deng had his tail bitten by Ai Wannian, and he lost troops and generals along the way. As the leader of the Thirteen Families, more than half of his elite cavalry were lost, and his current strength was not even as good as that of Li Zicheng. He really didn't want to lose any more troops.
Tuo Yangkun didn't feel sorry for the soldiers under his command. After all, the dead were all hungry civilians and infantry, which were harmless. The cavalry was just defeated and the casualties were not many. They could just gather them up when the time came.
It's just that he had a bad feeling. He felt that Li Zicheng might have been right. The officers and generals leading the army were Cao Wenzhao, and they had really met Cao and Cao.
He slowly turned his head to look at Prime Minister Hui Deng, who happened to meet his eyes. Both of them saw the fear of the Ming army in their eyes.
