What are the advantages of cavalry?
It is the speed of coming and going as fast as the wind, and the long-distance strike with bows, arrows and firearms.
To put it bluntly, in fact, the most correct way for cavalry to play is kite flow.
The Manchu and Qing Dynasties were actually very proficient in this method of warfare. In several field battles with the Ming army, they relied on this pure kite style to directly defeat the Ming army.
But that was facing infantry and short-handed cavalry with three-eyed muskets.
But Mandahai saw these guys in front of him very clearly. All of them were carrying bows and arrows. Although they didn't know how accurate they were, at least the Eight Banners soldiers no longer had an advantage in terms of shooting range.
In a situation like this, directly breaking up the opponent's formation head-on is the most effective means of attack.
Because once the formation is scattered, the destructive power that the cavalry can cause will be greatly reduced. After the opponent flees, they only need to hang behind their butts to harvest their lives.
But there is a big prerequisite for daring to do this, and that is confidence that you can defeat the opponent with one charge.
Mandahai has such confidence.
And coincidentally, Li Wenzhong also has it.
This has resulted in the rare cavalry hedging situation now.
Both sides are confident and have no intention of backing down.
In other words, they are no longer allowed to back down at this point.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
The cavalry in the front row of both sides did not show any fancy, they directly collided head-on.
The two sides showed an extremely tragic situation the moment they met the enemy.
Blood splattered and heads flew everywhere.
This is a war of blood and fire, this is a cruel life harvesting ceremony.
In such a battlefield, the horse is the guarantee of the rider's life. Only when a person is on the horse can he guarantee the most basic life and safety. If you fall from the horse, it doesn't matter whether you are melting the energy or the energy. There is only one result: being trampled by the horse's hoof. Meat puree.
This is the time to show the most basic qualities of an army.
Riding skills, strength, speed, reflexes, and even horsepower, every stat is crucial.
The Ming Dynasty cavalry who have practiced the Thirty-Six Body Refining Forms are obviously stronger than the Eight Banners soldiers on the opposite side, especially the heavy armored cavalry who are the first to charge. Even their mounts are luxuriously fed with a special spiritual grass. .
Both endurance and explosive power are 60% higher than those of ordinary war horses.
So the results are obvious.
The eight thousand and eight banner cavalrymen were drilled directly from the middle.
Who is Li Wenzhong? How could he not be able to seize such an opportunity, a general who has led rebellions for more than ten years?
A loud special bugle sound came from the chaotic army. The light cavalry guarding the two wings quickly changed their formation, from the defensive formation to the charging formation, and began to speed up, as if two sharp swords were piercing the opponent's wings.
Before the eight Manchu and Qing cavalrymen, who had been rushed to pieces, could react, they were attacked simultaneously on their flanks.
In an instant, the battle formation was cut again.
At this time, the heads of the two thousand heavy armored cavalry had been turned around, and their coordination had dispersed. The eight thousand light cavalry forming hundreds of men launched another charge.
"Retreat...retreat to the city quickly!" Man Dahai, his body covered with blood, shouted loudly on his horse, trying to gather the remaining soldiers.
But unfortunately, on such a battlefield, one person's power is too weak.
He shouted with all his strength, but only five hundred people gathered under his banner.
"Charge out first!" Mandahai knew that today's defeat was certain, so he made a decisive decision and gritted his teeth.
"Ah……!"
A chuckle rang out, and Li Wenzhong stood in front of them with a blood-dropping spear in his hand, followed by more than sixty riders.
Mandahai's eyes instantly burst into infinite light. He recognized this man. He was very powerful and he was a general in the Ming Dynasty's army.
But at this moment, the opponent only has more than 60 people behind him and wants to stop him?
Idiot's dream!
"Charge!" Mandahai shouted loudly, leading the remaining 500 men to charge again.
"This head belongs to me, no one can compete with me!" Li Wenzhong roared, still taking the lead.
It has just been two months since he advanced to become a master of Huajin. This is the first time he has fought on the battlefield again since he advanced. This feeling is indeed much better than when he was a master of Rongjin before.
There is quite a feeling of looking down on the world.
"Pfft!" An afterimage flashed across the silver gun, and Li Wenzhong struck first and knocked Man Dahai off his horse with one shot.
When the more than 500 cavalrymen who were originally following him saw this scene, they didn't dare to fight and collapsed.
"Ten thousand victories, ten thousand victories!" The soldiers following Li Wenzhong suddenly raised their swords and shouted loudly.
Mandahai's death directly became the last straw that crushed the Eight Banners soldiers. The remaining Tatars completely lost their will to fight and began to disperse in all directions on a large scale.
What followed was naturally a one-sided massacre.
"Hey, the battle outside is over, it's time for us to take action!"
In Shengjing, in a luxurious mansion, Mu Ying learned about the fighting situation outside, grinned, pulled out a special dagger from her waist, and approached the woman opposite who was holding a child.
"Who are you, Fan Wencai?" he asked.
"It's my master!" The woman's face turned pale with fright, and she said tremblingly.
"They told him to come back and tell him that his son was thrown and will die soon!"
Mu Ying showed a smile and twirled the dagger in her hand casually: "Don't play tricks. If you dare to make trouble, I guarantee that the child in your arms will be the first to change from a fake death to a real death."
"And I only met your master to talk about some things. Don't worry, I will never kill him!"
"Yes, yes!" The woman had never experienced anything like this before. At this moment, she was already at a loss. Naturally, she would do whatever Mu Ying said.
Soon Fan Wencai was hurriedly called back from the city wall by the housekeeper.
"Oh, my dear, what's going on?" It was about his son's life. Fan Wencai was so anxious that he pushed open the door with his mouth full of tears.
Then he saw Mu Ying sitting in the main hall, looking at him with a smile.
Fan Wencai's heart sank, and he turned around to leave.
Unfortunately, two sturdy men also appeared behind him, blocking his way.
"Fan Wencai, Fan Wencheng's brother, now that Mandahai is dead, you are the most powerful official in Shengjing. Am I right?" Mu Ying asked with a smile.
"Hero, you are right, but I am only a civilian official and have no military power!"
"I know why you are here? But I am really helpless!"
As the high-ranking official in charge of the administrative power of Shengjing, Fan Wencai naturally knew how the gates of the cities that had been breached in the past month were opened.
So the moment he saw Mu Ying and others, he instantly understood why these people were here.
"You are smart!"
Mu Ying raised a smile on her lips and said, "Then answer me now, can you help me open the gate of this city for a quarter of an hour tonight?"
"Hero, you are making things difficult for me!"
"I really don't have such ability!" Fan Wencai knelt on the ground with a thud, bursting into tears.
"I'm sorry to tell you that your answer is wrong."
Mu Ying glanced at Fan Wencai with pity, waved her hand at the two big men behind him, and said in a cold voice: "Cut off one of his ears!"
