There was a huge melee between the cavalry in front, but the four thousand soldiers of the Shenji Battalion could only watch from behind. Even though Chen Guang and Wu Shizhong were impatient, they did not dare to fight without permission.
His Majesty has said that the Shenji Battalion is absolutely not allowed to engage in close combat with the enemy. Their mission is to hold the frontal defense line.
"General, there is movement!"
A sergeant whispered.
Chen Guang and Wu Shizhong looked at each other in confusion. Wu Shizhong leaned over and put his ears to the ground. Within a few breaths, he raised his head and shouted:
"It's the Tartar cavalry!"
Then he picked up a kidnapping gun and fired it randomly. Sure enough, he heard the sound of the horse falling to the ground and shouted:
"Directly north, form a formation quickly!"
The surrounding musketeers quickly lined up in two rows and opened fire without waiting for orders. The flames of the muskets illuminated part of the area, and indeed they saw the Mongolian cavalry.
The distance was already very close. Within fifty steps, the Ming army quickly pushed the firebox truck over without aiming at it. They looked at this direction and lit the fuse directly.
"Go back, go back, get behind the train car!"
After the Ming army fired one round, Chen Guang quickly ordered to retreat. At this time, he could no longer defend by lining up to fight back, so he could only use firebox trucks to block the front to stop the Mongolian cavalry.
The Ming army was well-trained. At this time, under the separate command of the two generals, there was no confusion. Instead, they advanced and retreated freely.
The Divine Machine Arrow quickly sprayed out its rockets, and the sergeants holding fire guns took turns shooting from behind. The firepower did not stop at all, one shot after another.
Under the continuous saturation blows of dozens of flowing divine machine arrows and thousands of fire cannons, the Mongolian cavalry could not survive at such a close distance.
But Chen Guangke didn't care so much and kept shouting at the troops to open fire. If they were really charged by the cavalry, it would definitely cause them great losses.
"No, Shenji Camp was attacked by Tartars!"
Zhu Youxiao, who was moving, quickly stopped his horse and ordered Qian, a general of the Xiaoqi Battalion, to rush to the rescue with a thousand cavalry. Nothing happened to the Shenji Battalion, otherwise even if the battle was won, it would be a disastrous victory.
Li Songping's three thousand cavalry quickly arrived on the battlefield. The Mongols were already defeated by the Ming army's internal and external attacks.
At this moment, another new force of the Ming army joined. They could not resist it at all, and were quickly defeated by the Ming army.
Bayar finally reunited with Zabu, but they were now surrounded. The two quickly gathered more than two hundred people and prepared to fight out.
Zabu also knew that he had made a big mistake that put them in such a situation, so he volunteered to be the vanguard and break through the Ming army's defense line.
Although his brain is not good, Bayar still admires his bravery.
He was seen holding a machete, and with a dozen people, he rushed towards dozens of Ming soldiers. Three Ming soldiers were chopped to the ground by him, but they did not die immediately.
Because their armor was very thick, it was difficult for the Mongolian scimitar to kill them with a single blow unless it hit the neck.
Li Wensheng shouted loudly and led more than a hundred Ming troops straight towards Bayar's troops.
"The Tartars want to run away, stop them quickly!"
Li Wensheng's voice was heard by Ma Xianglin not far away. When he saw a Mongolian leader and several people rushing left and right surrounded by the Ming army, he immediately rode away on his horse.
"Don't be arrogant Tartars, your Grandpa Ma is here!"
When Zabu heard the sound, he looked back and saw a Ming army general coming straight towards him. He immediately turned his horse's head and charged back.
Although Zabu is brave, how can he compare with Xiao Ma Chao, who shocked Sichuan by beheading an enemy alone with a spear in his hand at the age of sixteen?
Ma Xianglin looked at the distance and thrust the horse spear in his hand forward. Zabu's body in cloth armor was directly penetrated, and was directly knocked away with the help of inertia and Ma Xianglin's power.
Ma Xianglin looked at the Mongolian leader who couldn't die, spat out and said:
"I thought it was someone, but it turned out to be just a paper tiger!"
Then he dismounted, chopped off his dog's head, and hung it on his horse. This was barely enough to be his trophy.
"I wish to surrender, I wish to surrender, please forgive me, General!"
Ma Xianglin glanced disdainfully at the Mongolians who were kneeling on the ground asking for surrender, and said slowly:
"Keep an eye on them until His Majesty takes action!"
After such a long fierce battle, Mongolia was completely defeated. Those Mongolians who were lucky enough not to be killed by the Ming army knelt down and asked to surrender. The Ming army confiscated all their weapons and concentrated them in custody.
It was already dawn, and the winner of this melee had been decided. Except for Bayar and his remaining more than a hundred soldiers, the other Mongolians were either killed or surrendered.
"Isn't there another big fish here?"
When Li Songping saw that Li Wensheng was besieging him but not attacking, he already had suspicions in his mind.
Li Wensheng smiled and said:
"Second brother is really discerning. Second brother, look, the big beard in the middle must be the leader of this Tartar army!"
Both of them were former members of the Xiaoling Guards, and their relationship was as close as brothers. They had known each other day and night for so many years, and although they were not related by blood, they were probably more deeply affectionate than ordinary blood ties.
They all regard each other as brothers. Li Songping was the deputy general at the beginning, so he was naturally ranked second.
Li Songping smiled and said:
"Okay, then I'll leave it to you. I won't take this credit from you."
"What did the second brother say? It's just a fluke. Look, Rui Zheng may have caught another big fish!"
After saying that, he looked behind him and saw Ma Xianglin riding his horse with a spring breeze on his face.
"Okay, okay, stop teasing me, let's end the battle quickly!"
Ma Xianglin just found out after inquiring that the head hanging on his horse was a very high-ranking chief of a thousand households in Wengniu's special department. Although it was not as good as the chief of ten thousand households last time, it was not bad.
"Put down your weapons and spare your lives!"
Li Wensheng stopped worrying. I'm afraid His Majesty is impatient.
Bayar knew that he had no way to escape today, but the great Genghis Khan looked down upon those dogs that knelt at the feet of the enemy and wagging their tails begging for mercy.
He shouted:
"Allah!" (Transliterated, it means kill in Mongolian, please correct me if I'm wrong!)
But it was useless. The Mongolians around him were all dejected. They just didn't put down their weapons and surrendered. Even his personal guards had no fighting spirit at this time. They didn't want to fight in a trapped beast.
Seeing that they were indifferent, Bayar cursed angrily:
"You cowards, you will lose the protection of the Immortal Heaven, you will be punished, and you will be torn apart by tigers and wolves like those fat sheep!"
"Your family will also be ashamed of your cowardly behavior today. You are not worthy of being a warrior of my Mongol Empire."
"The great Genghis Khan is extremely ashamed because of you!"
After saying that, he held the machete to his neck and shouted:
"Khan, my slave is leaving first!"
Li Songping and several generals looked at all this with bewildered faces. They only knew that the Mongolian talked a lot and then solved it himself?
Even if he is dead, there is no need to bother attacking and killing him. When these Mongolians saw their leader committing suicide, they immediately put down their weapons and knelt down to ask for surrender:
"Please forgive me, General!"
There was no sense of guilt at all, and some people even thanked their leader for getting rid of them earlier.
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