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"Commander, have we beaten away the northern captives?" A soldier behind the car array asked the corps commander beside him.
Thick smoke filled the front of the car array, and the pungent smell of gunpowder penetrated the nostrils.
The man who was called the team leader next to him was holding the cart and looking ahead with his big eyes. After a long while, he said: "I can't hear the horses' hooves anymore. They must have run away."
The soldier grinned and said with a smile: "When I was a child, I always heard the old man say how powerful the Beilu were. Now it seems that they are nothing more than that. They escaped without even touching the side of our car formation."
"It's not that Beilu is not powerful, it's that the firecrackers in our hands are great." The captain patted his firecrackers with his hand.
The soldier said: "The border troops also have muskets. In the past, when the Beibei invaded the border, they had no choice but to hide in the city and did not dare to fight in the field with the Beibei like our Tiger-Character Banner."
"The one used by the border troops deserves to be called a fire gun. It's too hot to use as a fire stick." The captain curled his lips and said immediately, "In Datong, the only ones who dare to fight against the northern invaders are our tiger-shaped flags."
The soldier nodded in agreement.
There was no movement in front of the car formation, and all the soldiers of the Tiger Flag felt a lot more relaxed, guessing that this battle was probably won.
"Those from the third team, follow me to the outside of the vehicle formation to check the situation." A team leader shouted to the surrounding soldiers.
After shouting, he was the first to cross the car formation and came outside the car formation.
A team of more than thirty soldiers walked out of the vehicle formation and walked into the smoke in front of the vehicle formation.
He could see no more than five or six steps through the smoke.
More than thirty soldiers stood in a row two or three steps apart from each other, walking forward step by step.
After walking fifteen or sixteen steps, everyone's eyes lit up. After passing through the smoke, the smell of gunpowder in the air was much lighter, but more sweet and fishy.
At this moment, a soldier suddenly knelt on the ground, put one hand on the ground, and vomited out the contents of his stomach.
Soon, many soldiers, like him, lay on the ground and vomited.
More than half of the thirty-odd soldiers in the squad were lying on the ground vomiting, and not many of them could remain standing. But those who didn't vomit subconsciously frowned.
Corpses lay in front of us, piled up in disorder on the ground. Human corpses and war horse corpses were mixed together, and many corpses were stained with blood in another color. There were blood gurgling from the wounds on the abdomens of some war horses. The gurgling sound kept coming out.
The soldier squad leader took a few steps forward. The smell of blood became more and more pungent. He couldn't help but retched, but nothing came out.
He took a long breath, endured the discomfort in his stomach, and looked at it a few more times. Then he turned around and said to a corps commander: "Tell the captain that the incoming Mongolian cavalry has been repulsed."
A corps commander turned around and ran towards the car formation.
At this time, the smoke in front of the car array was much lighter, and the field of vision could be seen further.
There was no sound of horse hooves near the car formation, but the sound of cannons could be heard more clearly.
Far ahead, cannonballs fell from the mountainside and hit the Mongolian cavalry in the distance.
But none of the Mongolian cavalry rushed towards the car formation, and they all turned around and retreated.
Because the distance was too far, only sixty four-pounders and six-pounders pursued the Mongolian cavalry.
Wang Yuncheng, who was on the mountainside, looked at the situation on the battlefield with a monocular telescope for a while, and then said: "The Beibu were defeated and began to flee. Should I send out cuirassiers to charge for a while?"
Chen Xunping said: "Let Hu Guangyi's artillery battalion fight for a while longer. Su Nang has not escaped yet. There are many cavalry around him. Our cavalry will easily suffer losses if we pursue him now."
On the hillside a few miles away, there is a large bamboo pole with Su Nang and Kankantada under it.
Su Nang's face was as pale as paper.
He no longer allowed anyone to stop the Mongolian cavalry who had fled back in defeat. Even Agula and the hundred cavalry were recruited by him.
"Let's go, it will be too late if we don't leave." Kancantada said eagerly.
When only less than a hundred of the nearly a thousand cavalry who rushed towards the tiger-character flag car formation escaped, they knew that they had lost this battle.
"Retreat!" Su Nang squeezed out the word through his teeth.
After saying that, he turned his horse's head and took the lead in galloping towards Xinpingbao.
Behind him, the Mongolian cavalry who were not on the battlefield followed and retreated step by step in the direction from which they came.
The Mongolian cavalry who returned from the battlefield were like headless chickens. There was no order at all and they were huddled together. They all wanted to escape from the battlefield first and avoid the falling cannons.
Those who fled slowly died in the hands of those who caught up behind them, and some fell under the horses while escaping and were trampled to pulp by the horses' hooves.
During the attack, there were five thousand-man Mongolian cavalry, but only about a thousand cavalry remained when they escaped from the battlefield.
Chen Xunping put away the monocular telescope in his hand and said to his messenger: "Inform our cuirassiers to bite the Mongols' tail and don't let them escape easily."
The ordering soldiers waved the order flags in their hands and issued flags one after another.
Boom!
The cuirassiers rushed out from behind Shaopo and formed a group to pursue the defeated Beibei side.
Chen Xunping turned to look at Wang Yuncheng and said, "I will lead the troops and vehicle array to pursue you. You stay to clean the battlefield. The corpses must be cleaned up. Diseases will appear if they are left here."
Wang Yuncheng nodded.
Chen Xunping ran down the hillside towards the car formation below, and the orderly soldiers ran down with him.
After a short time, half of the soldiers were separated from the car array and marched towards Xinpingbao.
Those left behind were all soldiers from the Fourth Soldier Battalion.
After Wang Yuncheng came back, he said to a captain of the soldiers who stayed behind: "Go with a group of people and chop off all the heads of the northern prisoners. Dig the remaining corpses into a hole and bury them."
There were thousands of soldiers in the camp, and some of them went to clean the battlefield and clean up the corpses of Beibei and war horses. Some of the undead war horses were also gathered up.
War horses that are seriously injured but not dead can be used as marching rations, intact war horses can be given to cuirassiers, and war horses that are not seriously injured but cannot continue to go to the battlefield can be used as pack horses.
As long as it is a living animal, it is always useful.
As for the horses that were killed by muskets or cannons, they were stained with the blood of an unknown number of people. No one was willing to eat them even if they were cleaned up, so they were all buried with the bodies of the Beibei soldiers.
"It's so damn enjoyable." Hu Guangyi grinned widely.
In this battle, even if his artillery team did not kill or injure a thousand cavalry, it still numbered seven to eight hundred. The remaining northern prisoners also died in the hands of their own people due to the shelling.
It can be said that the one who made the greatest contribution in this battle was their artillery team.
"Quick, quick, cool down the barrel. Maybe our artillery team will have a chance to show up next." Hu Guangyi urged the gunner to pour water on the barrel to cool down.
Each cannon had fired more than one shot, and the barrel of the cannon had long since become hot. Unless the temperature was lowered, it would be impossible to move by horse.
