Baoshan may not be particularly good at fighting, but among the two of them, he is also the warrior second only to Wang Beibei.
And unlike Wang Beibei's personal bravery, Baoshan also likes to use his brain.
Seeing the enemy's stupid move in front of him, Baoshan quickly made a gesture.
Soon the people behind realized it.
They didn't understand the exclusive gestures of Chief Zhao's army, but their own tribe also had its own simple gestures.
As the distance reached eighty meters, the originally tight team of the Darkhan tribe suddenly dispersed.
What was originally a crowd turned into a pot lid. As the team dispersed, Baoshan's second gesture followed.
All the herdsmen began to draw their guns, and in the next moment, intensive gunshots were fired towards the formation of the Outer Mongolian cavalry.
They didn't understand wall charging and wall shooting, but Baoshan knew that now that the opponent's footing was not stable, the best way was to launch a wave of saturation shooting.
People who are already panicked are like frightened birds. If they continue to be frightened, they will immediately become birds and beasts.
Humans are a little better than birds, but not much better.
With this round of salvo fire, the effect was obviously not as good as the wall fire, but it still killed dozens of people from a group of people outside Kahe's headquarters.
As the distance reached fifty meters, the second round of shooting continued.
And they had just completed the turn, when Kahe realized that he had just panicked too much and made an extremely stupid decision.
Following this round of volleys, dozens more people fell off their horses, and then they saw the group of enemies in front of them begin to gather, and their horse speed was rapidly increasing.
Kahe felt great regret.
The combat quality of the cavalry in front of them was obviously far inferior to that of the previous enemy army.
With the spread-out style of play just now, if you are well prepared, you can accelerate forward and break into the opponent's formation first.
With the opponent's spread-out formation, this poke will break it.
It's a pity that without if, if he was fully prepared, Baoshan would not be able to use such a bold style of play.
"Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid! Hold on! Hold on to them!"
As the distance between the two sides was less than twenty meters, Kahe began to yell anxiously.
But his yelling couldn't change anything. With the sound of slashing, the formations on both sides began to strangle into a ball.
The same scene took place on the right wing, but Wang Guxi's performance on the right wing was obviously not as good as Baoshan's.
The Maoming'an tribe's morale was not as good as that of the Darkhan tribe because of Wang Beibei's sudden death.
Although the opponent was hasty in this charge, the leader's performance was obviously better than that of Kahe, the second generation ancestor.
Instead of rushing to fight, they continued to move forward and began to sneak around the Maoming Anbu led by Wang Guxi in a large circle.
Wang Guxi was a little depressed, but he still focused on the pursuit. He didn't even see the flags issued by the Song Suppressing Army.
The meaning of the semaphore is very simple, attack!
This attack does not refer to pursuit, but to abandon the escaped enemy cavalry on the right wing and instead focus on attacking the enemy cavalry in the middle.
Seeing that Maoming Anbu ignored the flag message, Zhao Ming frowned, feeling vaguely uncomfortable.
But he still focused on dealing with the enemy in front of him.
The fighting continued, and as Zhao Ming had just led a group of brothers to penetrate the entire formation, the scene before him made him furious.
However, they saw that the Maoming Anbu group was slipped through a large circle, and in the end they were killed by the enemy who made a large circle.
While continuously circling, it is the process of wandering.
Chasing this group of Outer Mongolians was a desperate act. While they were walking around, the Outer Mongolians were also riding and shooting, and some people fell off their horses every minute.
When the opponent turned around, Wang Guxi's men had already suffered a lot of damage. The key was that their morale was unstable and the team was obviously in a panic.
As the men and horses on both sides collided, Maoming'an's entire army began to collapse.
It was as if a dam had burst and the entire dam collapsed. A large number of cries could be heard, and herdsmen who were too timid to run for their lives could be seen.
Looking at this scene, Zhao Ming's eyes were cold, but he didn't care about anything else. He quickly turned his horse's head and continued to give orders to the Song Army under his command, regardless of this group of people.
The team circled around and continued to kill the previous Outer Mongolian Chinese Army.
The Mao Ming'an Department is already finished. In this case, Zhao Ming doesn't bother to take care of it anymore. He just needs to hold these people back.
With the first wave of charges as the base, the second wave of counterattacks encountered few obstacles, and the place they passed was like entering uninhabited territory.
The Chinese army in Outer Mongolia was already in disarray, and after the second round of charges, they were all killed.
At this moment, the rout finally appeared. At first there were only a few people, but gradually there were more and more people.
The Zhensong Army's response to the enemy was too fast, one wave after another. Although the combat method seemed to be based on a fixed template, the execution of this template was extremely efficient and feasible.
Time passed little by little, and the people of the Darkhan tribe behaved quite abruptly, but they followed the crowd and killed the enemy regardless of friend or foe.
Only the Zhao Ming Zhen Song Army group is still a distinct group.
The second round of charging was over, and Zhao Ming's eyes continued to scan the battlefield.
From the beginning he was observing the enemy formations to determine the possible presence of high-ranking commanders.
It's just that he didn't find the enemy's first commander in the Chinese army just now, and shot several suspected leaders to death. As a result, the resistance still existed.
He couldn't help but look at the group of people on the left, but quickly looked back at the Outer Mongolian cavalry on the right.
On the left wing, he saw a person who was suspected to be the leader of the Outer Mongolia, but after thinking about it, he still thought it was unlikely.
He had also seen clearly just now that the man made a stupid move, which caused the situation of the Outer Mongolian cavalry on the left wing to deteriorate instantly.
Now I am a little bit unable to hold my head up after being beaten by the Baoshan group, but I am still a little bit worse in the hand-to-hand fight with the Baoshan group, and now I am already in a state of anxiety.
It has to be said that Kaqiu, the young flag master's cool maneuvers saved him, otherwise he would have been shot and killed.
Whizzing!
Two arrows were shot in succession, and two Outer Mongolian cavalrymen on the right wing landed in response. Zhao Ming quickly put down his bow and raised his musket to make a gesture.
Soon the Zhensong Army turned like a long dragon and attacked the Outer Mongolian cavalry on the right.
The Chinese army has been completely defeated and there is nothing to be afraid of. The situation on the right wing has become dilapidated. Although I really don't want to deal with Mao Ming'anbu, I still need to save him.
At this time, the leader of the Khalkha Banner, Kaqiu, who had been watching the battle from a distance on the hillside, couldn't help but cover his chest, and his face became ferociously twisted.
"The flag...the flag owner...is defeated, or...let's withdraw?"
"Evacuate? My son is still there!!!"
Hearing this, Kaqiu cursed regardless of the pain in his chest.
"Send the order, follow me! I want to save my son!"
"But the flag owner..."
The deputy wanted to say that you should see the situation clearly, but at this time, the leader of the Kaqiu banner was already furious.
He didn't care that so many tribal warriors were trapped, but he couldn't bear his son being trapped.
"Can you tell me something more?"
Katiu gritted his teeth and glared at this subordinate.
Finally, the deputy lowered his head and bowed, then began to prepare the remaining seven or eight hundred men. The army rushed towards the eroded battle group in front like a rolling black avalanche.
