The more Tuo Yangkun thought about it, the more frightened he became. He looked back at the foot of the mountain on the other side, and happened to see the vanguard cavalry of the Ming Army coming here at this time.
Naturally, such a big movement cannot be concealed. The more than 500 Mingqi in the vanguard have realized that they have been tricked into luring the enemy, and now they have regrouped and want to come back for reinforcements.
Tuo Yangkun's eyelids jumped. If others told the truth, he was really not afraid. Even Qin Liangyu and He Renlong would dare to do it for a while. Even the Liao Town cavalry, he would not be too afraid.
But when he thought of Cao Wenzhao and Cao Bianjiao, Tuo Yangkun felt a chill all over his body and just wanted to turn around and leave.
On the battlefield in the past, he was chased by Cao Bianjiao, and he was really embarrassed. He was just about to be stabbed to death by Cao Bianjiao. After so many years, he didn't want to recall it.
With only five hundred cavalry, he easily defeated Qiutou Town, and defeated two thousand cavalry one after another, leaving his elite cavalry with almost no power to fight back.
The more Tuo Yangkun thought about it, the more he felt that the leading general of the vanguard cavalry was Cao Bianjiao, and it should be Cao Wenzhao who was leading the troops and leading the hundred cavalry into the formation.
Prime Minister Hui Deng also came to his senses at this time. Like Tuo Yangkun, he suspected that the Ming army above the official line was Cao Wenzhao's tribe.
He was even worse than Tuo Yangkun. He was chased for hundreds of miles by Cao Wenzhao and his troops, and he fled east and west until he managed to survive in the Gaoze Mountains. He was only a few seconds away from being captured by Cao Wenzhao to receive his merit.
Li Zicheng's face was deep and he was silent as he stared at the Ming army slowly retreating down the mountain.
The burst of muskets released by the Ming army scared most of the people. Now even if they urge the infantry and cavalry troops to attack, they can't prevent the Ming army from retreating. I'm afraid even the old soldiers who urged them don't dare to step forward now.
Li Zicheng narrowed his eyes slightly and looked sideways at the gunners who were struggling to load the artillery.
He had been a frontier soldier and was not interested in firearms other than artillery. The most commonly used weapon was the three-eye blunderbuss. It was windy in the north, so firearms such as bird blunderbuss were not easy to use.
Artillery can both attack cities and break formations, making it a powerful weapon in military competition.
Unfortunately, making artillery was too difficult and expensive. He also looked for craftsmen among the refugees to make artillery, but with little success, and gunpowder was a big problem.
There is not much of this kind of military resources to be found in plundering cities and rural areas, and some are stored in guard posts and arsenals in various places, but those are simply a drop in the bucket.
Therefore, there are only some small Folan cannons and rifle cannons in the army. Now the five cannons on the top of the mountain are large rifle cannons. Just now, someone charged too much, causing the chamber to explode, and many people were injured. Few soldiers.
Li Zicheng's eyes kept glancing back and forth on the official road. He was really unwilling to fall short at this last moment.
"The officers and soldiers have stabilized their position. The artillery can't hit it at all now. Without artillery, the military formation cannot be blasted. There is no need to continue this battle."
"This army is just the vanguard of the official army. Hong Chengchou's army must be behind. Since the battle has been going on for such a long time, I'm afraid the official army's reinforcements are coming."
Prime Minister Hui Deng ignored Li Zicheng's ugly expression, casually bowed his hand to Li Zicheng, and said straightforwardly.
"I have suffered too much in this battle and cannot continue fighting."
Li Zicheng's eyes were cold and his heart was filled with anger.
Prime Minister Huiden suffered a terrible loss. It is estimated that the cavalry under his command lost one or two hundred people at most, but the hungry people suffered more losses, and the elite cavalry did not go into battle at all.
The same was true when attacking Ai Wannian. Prime Minister Hui Deng conserved his strength and did not have enough troops. Although the ambush was successful and Ai Wannian was successfully killed, in the end he allowed more than a thousand people to escape.
In this battle, he lost at least a hundred elite cavalry, hungry people, and useless infantry. He also used Franchise machines and artillery, and almost used up the small amount of gunpowder. His strength was greatly reduced.
In the past, Prime Minister Hui Deng basically spoke in agreement with him, but now that his strength has declined, his tone of voice when talking to him is not as polite as before.
"Brothers from the Chuang Army can continue to fight if they want, but I must lead the troops and take the first step."
Hui Dengxiang led the horse forward a little, and took another look at the Ming army at the foot of the mountain.
A hint of coldness flashed in Li Zicheng's eyes, but he hid it well.
Li Zicheng looked apologetic, cupped his fists and returned the greeting.
"This battle was a result of someone's misjudgment, which resulted in a failure."
Prime Minister Hui Deng snorted and was noncommittal.
"Brother Li Xian, you have lost so many men and horses right now, so you'd better leave quickly, otherwise when the officers and soldiers' backup comes, you will be caught in the tail, and you will lose even more."
After Prime Minister Hui Deng finished speaking, he led a group of personal guards and walked straight away.
It didn't leave any face for Li Zicheng at all, and his attitude was completely different from his previous attitude.
Li Zicheng's expression was as usual, his eyes only lingered on the back of Guo Tianxing for a while and then moved away, without showing any other expression.
He took one last look at the Ming army at the foot of the mountain, raised his right hand and lightly moved backwards.
The golden sound resounded throughout the entire mountain range in an instant.
In the Ming army formation, Chen Wang held the command flag and still paid full attention. Even when the golden sound sounded and the bandits around him retreated like an ebbing tide, they still did not relax at all.
It wasn't until the dark black banner on the top of the slope disappeared in front of his eyes, and there was no trace of anyone on the entire mountain road, that Chen Wang let go of the flag in his hand.
At this time, fatigue hit Chen Wang like a tide, and pain signals were also sent from various parts of his body.
Previously, all his attention was on Chuang Jun, and he was very nervous, so he ignored a lot of things.
But now that I feel relaxed, I feel uncontrollably tired.
Continuously charging into the formation and driving the defeated troops into the military formation are all high-intensity activities.
Only then did Chen Wang feel scared.
Whether he rushes into the battle four times or leads the rear, he is very likely to lose his life.
Especially in the final rear-rear battle, although the round-fire method of firearms can provide fire coverage in a short period of time, the biggest problem lies in the soldiers firing the guns.
If any soldiers during the retreat cannot withstand the pressure and run backwards, it is very likely to cause panic and eventually lead to collapse.
As long as a few soldiers flee in panic, I am afraid that the entire rear army will completely collapse. When the intruders' elite cavalry come over to cover them up, it will be a disaster.
But, it's all over now.
Chen Wang looked around, feeling the attention of everyone, and turned his horse around, facing the direction of the Chinese army, and looked at the fiery red banner.
Under the banner, countless flags fluttered slowly in the breeze.
Chen Wang tightened his grip on the reins.
He knew that he would be able to get what he wanted.
After this battle, he will no longer be just a servant.
The torrent of the times carries the fate of individuals.
The fate of being trapped by the times can only rise and fall with the times.
The waves are rough and the current is fast, and a little carelessness can lead to death.
Only by ascending to a high position, only by taking control of power, can we escape from the fate of being trapped and take it into our own hands.
