Li Changsheng, the commander-in-chief of the Tiger Guard Camp, was holding his own tiger spear and riding his horse forward at high speed as steady as Mount Tai. Suddenly he saw a Baya Lazhuangda with a Manchurian yellow flag coming towards him.
This man was not tall, but he was indeed extremely strong. He opened his mouth wide, revealing a pair of yellow canine teeth, and let out a low roar, giving people the feeling of a wild wolf.
He was holding a long sword in his hand, and he had just hacked down a Ming soldier who had not stopped at night. The shining armor was still stained with the blood and flesh splattered from the soldier's body.
Seeing Li Changsheng's tiger spear pointing straight at his throat, he didn't even show a trace of panic or panic. His eyes instantly turned blood red, and his throat roared like a wild beast again.
He raised his hands, and the long sword was about to strike at Li Changsheng!
"You Tartar, go to hell!"
Li Changsheng's somewhat delicate face was completely distorted. Between the two horses, the well-made tiger spear in his hand followed a mysterious trajectory and pierced the throat of this powerful Bajala.
There was a soft "chi" sound.
The bright and sharp blade of the tiger spear broke through the strong throat guard of the Tartar Bagara, broke through the resistance of the throat bone, and seemed to tear the Tartar's throat tissue and muscles.
The tiger gun was twisting in the Tatar's throat, and several strands of blood were instantly stimulated. shoot out!
A force was transmitted back to Li Changsheng's hand. His fingers and wrists trembled strangely, easily releasing the force. At the same time, the barrel of his tiger gun was slightly arched.
In the blink of an eye, the lifeless corpse of the Bajala Zhuangda was bounced away by the tiger's gun and fell to the ground beside him. He couldn't help but twist and struggle, but could no longer make a cry.
At the same time, the long blade of Baya Lazhuangda's sword with bloodstains on it was not far away from Li Changsheng's head. It was extremely thrilling and then fell into the dust feebly.
In the blink of an eye, Li Changsheng's eyes were empty, and the two sides were rushing past each other!
The battle situation at this time is that the Ming army has 83 soldiers who have gone out to fight, and there are 57 people still riding on their horses.
As for the Tatar sentry cavalry, there were only eighteen cavalry left!
When they went to battle, there were fifty-seven riders. First, they were killed and injured by the Ming army's short muskets by Ye Bushou and others. There were eighteen or nine riders. Just after a fight, there were eighteen or nine riders again. Horses and men suffered casualties.
It was only at this moment that Dasu Zhangjing realized that he had chosen the wrong target and the wrong tactic.
In the past, when facing other troops of the Ming army, the tactics and tactics that were used to win every defeat were useless today.
"Could it be that the Southern Army sentries opposite are not from the Ming Dynasty, but come from hell?"
Dasu Zhangjing could not understand all this, and could only attribute it to fate. This might alleviate the guilt he felt towards his master, the leader Huang Taiji, because of his defeat.
In fact, the Ming army he had encountered before were all scumbags. They themselves were not strong enough to fight and had a weak fighting spirit. Naturally, he could throw weapons with his right hand at close range and frighten them with a powerful and ferocious aura. They even directly forced them to flee in defeat.
But there was no thought that facing the Xuanbei Army of the Ming Dynasty today, doing this would only lead to death.
Because he had no idea that the Xuanbei army's sentry cavalry would be so brave and well-armed, especially with a stronger fighting spirit and a strong fighting spirit. If other Ming armies suffered such casualties, they would have fled without a trace.
Now it was like riding a tiger with difficulty, Dasu Zhangjing also felt a trace of regret in his heart, and even had a faint fear, but he did not dare to say the words of retreat.
The same is true for all of them. They retreat in the face of battle and will only die if they go back, which may even affect their families. Unless the commander-in-chief Da Su Zhangjing orders, they will be exempted.
But for Dasu Zhangjing himself, he had no choice.
If the Ming army sentry cavalry was discovered, Dasu Zhangjing could still choose to retreat without fighting, but greed killed him.
Now, he has started the war and lost more troops. If he retreats now, he will be defeated and flee. If he goes back, he will not only be humiliated and punished, but also his family will be affected.
"Damn it. Why don't you give it a try? Maybe this southern barbarian can't stand it either!"
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Looking at the remaining sentry brothers beside them, many of them have injuries on their bodies.
Mr. Qian Li Changsheng bit his lower lip hard and roared again: "Kill... kill all the Tatars!"
He took the lead and ran towards the remaining Tatar soldiers on the way.
"Kill...kill...kill...kill the Tatars..."
Seeing the general rushing out, the rest of the sentry riders hurriedly roared and turned their horses. They also followed Li Changsheng, the commander-in-chief, and roared out. The sentry officer Wan Guangjin and the team commander Liu Shouzhu were still running closely beside Li Changsheng.
Only then did he notice that blood was slowly seeping out from the chest of Sentinel Wan Guangjin from time to time.
It turned out that during the battle just now, he swung his sword and knocked another Tatar vest off his horse. At the same time, he was also struck back by the Tatar vest in the chest.
Although he wore chain mail inside, it still could not completely block the knife. The chain mail was cut with a cut and turned outwards, and there was also a deep scar on his chest, and blood seeped through the armor. Keep dripping.
Ge Bushixianzhang Jingdasu was also extremely resentful. Such a result greatly exceeded his understanding and reached a level that he could not accept at all.
When the cavalry from both sides clashed just now, he did not throw weapons. In addition, he was skilled in combat, so he stabbed two Ming soldiers to death with his tiger spear without stopping at night.
However, his single strength, no matter how brave he is, is destined to be unable to change the overall situation of today's battle.
After all, Xuanbei Army's Ye Bushou is also the best warrior in the world!
The fifty-seven warriors of the Qing Dynasty who went out to fight, as well as many brave warriors of Bagala and Gebushe, achieved such results. Now we only have eighteen knights left.
Only one of the five Gebusixian warriors who followed him out was left, and the remaining Bagala warriors were equally few.
So, how could it not make him extremely angry?
Looking at the Qing warriors beside them, they were all extremely frightened and had lost their fighting spirit. Such a battle would also be a huge blow to them.
However, at this moment, the Ming army is forming again, and it is expected that they will rush in quickly. If they turn around and run away, not even one of the warriors around them will survive.
He suddenly raised the tiger spear in his hand and roared loudly: "I, the warrior of the Qing Dynasty, will not be afraid of these southern barbarians. Kill...kill!"
Under the leadership of Dasu Zhangjing, the remaining Manchurian Zhenghuang Banner Tatars also rose up and rushed back on their horses, roaring and shouting, waving their weapons.
"Kill...kill...kill the Nanman..."
With no way to retreat at this time, they instead unleashed their wild beast-like instincts, hoping to disrupt the Ming army's cavalry formation and then take the opportunity to counterattack.
There was no longer any queue. The two sides rushed back to their horses without even having time to form a team. Besides, they were only a hundred steps apart, and they all came roaring in like a swarm.
Li Changsheng was screaming wildly and rushing to the front of the Ming army's sentries, but suddenly a strong horse with white body and gray hooves came out of the crowd and rushed in front of him.
Liu Shouzhu and Wan Guangjin were also stunned. At first they thought it was the guard Zhao Xingguang riding his horse forward.
But upon closer inspection, everyone couldn't help but feel anxious. The person running ahead of everyone was the young general Zhang Jintai.
I saw him driving his horse, and suddenly he ran in front of Li Changsheng. What was different was that Zhang Jintai was not wearing the uniform of a foreign Mongolian cavalry.
The young general in red armor and white horse rode in the lead. He raised his gun to urge the horse and galloped forward like a wolf encircling a flock of sheep. He was indeed majestic.
Li Changsheng had also seen clearly that the person rushing in front of him was actually Zhang Jintai. In fact, he still had some confidence in Zhang Jintai's fighting ability. After all, this child's skills were taught by the veteran soldiers of their Guard Thousand Headquarters.
But it is quite different at this moment, because having some skills does not mean that nothing will happen if you go to the battlefield. On the contrary, those who are injured or even die on the battlefield are all people who are quite capable.
As the old saying goes: Those who drown are those who know how to swim!
Although Zhang Jintai is young and strong, and has superb fighting skills, he has too little experience in real battlefield fighting. This is actually the most important thing.
Daily drills are all about rigid rules, but on the battlefield there are all kinds of situations, and all situations change rapidly. Many veterans rely on their accumulated experience to fight.
He relies on his sharp eyesight and quick hands, his ability to adapt to changes, and his intuition to defeat the enemy with one blow in an instant.
Worried that Zhang Jintai would suffer a loss if he rushed forward, and knowing that he would never be able to call him back at this moment, Li Changsheng hurriedly urged his horse forward, trying to catch up and take care of Zhang Jintai.
Lest he be injured by the Tartar thieves when he goes out with him for the first time to scout, then when he returns to the general, where will his face be put?
Sentinel Wan Guangjin, team leader Liu Shouzhu and others also had the same idea. They also urged their horses to gallop with their legs, trying to get ahead and protect Zhang Jintai.
But Zhang Jintai’s horse is his adoptive father. Zhang Cheng, the chief military officer of Xuanfu Town, personally selected it for him. Although it is not a first-class horse, it is one of the best in the Xuanfu army, especially Can they catch up?
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When the two sides approached, the Ming army in front of them, who kept their sentries at night, drew out short-handed muskets and bombarded them. Most of them were issued with three short-handed muskets, and many of them had one shot left, which exploded at this moment.
On the opposite side, the Manchurian Zhenghuang Banner Sentinel Cavalry of the Qing Army also projected a large number of short axes, throwing spears, iron bone flowers and other weapons from a distance.
However, this time they learned well and did not dare to throw weapons with their right hands. Instead, they used their left hands. However, the weapons projected were not powerful enough and their accuracy was also poor.
After a burst of short muskets, another six or seven Qing army sentries fell off their horses. However, the Ming army here stayed up all night, but only three knights were hit, and only two of them fell off their horses.
At this time, the advantage of the Ming army's sentry cavalry was even more obvious, with almost three or four cavalry besieging the Qing army's one cavalry.
However, at this time, the two sides had entered into a fight and lost their horse speed. Instead, people and horses from all sides were crowded together, and they were fighting inextricably. Many people even jumped off their horses and started fighting on foot.
The young general Zhang Jintaice had just killed a Tatar vest with a short musket on his horse when he saw the sentry officer Wan Guangjin wielding his long knife and fighting with a Tatar from the forward battalion.
They had fought against each other for several rounds, but they still couldn't decide the outcome.
This Tartar was indeed strong and fierce, and Wan Guangjin was injured again, so his physical strength was somewhat weak, and he was at a disadvantage before his eyes.
Seeing that the Tatar was charging forward again, wielding a huge long-handled ax, and was about to strike Wan Guangjin head-on. Zhang Jintai roared, suddenly galloped forward, and aimed the tiger spear in his hand at the Tatar. The soldiers stabbed him hard.
The tiger spear and the long-handled ax intersected, making a series of crisp sounds, followed by a stream of sparks.
Although the Tatars in the vanguard camp were brave and fierce, Zhang Jintai was better because he was young and strong, and his angle was extremely tricky. He not only swung away the Tatar's long-handled ax, but also continued to thrust forward.
I saw a ball of blood coming out of the chest of the forward camp Tatar, and blood flowing out of his mouth and nose. His eyes bulged outwards, as if they were about to protrude from their sockets, and his eyes were full of unwillingness.
He moved his hands forward and upward to tightly grasp the antlers on the left and right sides of the tiger gun blade. He seemed to want to struggle, but his big, thick hands could no longer exert any strength.
The strength of the forward camp Tatar seemed to be lost with the passing blood. He fell straight under the horse, and the long-handled ax in his hand was thrown away.
In the killing field at this time, sporadic firing of short muskets could still be heard from time to time. The fighting Ming army did not accept soldiers at night, and occasionally took the time to give the Tatars beside them a musket.
Such a melee situation is a good time for the short-handed cannon to show off. Among the riders of the Ming Dynasty Sentence, Duanchou who has not yet shot has become like a treasure. When he finds an opportunity, he will raise his hand and shoot the cannon.
This is like the cold-blooded shooting of later generations when they charge and fight with bayonets. They are almost body to body, flesh to flesh, how can there be any inaccuracy?
Seeing that the number of Tatars on the battlefield is getting smaller and smaller, victory is already in sight.
Suddenly, Zhang Jintai heard a scream and roar. He turned around and saw a middle-aged Tatar soldier with a gloomy expression and red and thick skin, charging towards him on horseback.
This Tatar is dressed like a forward camp soldier, with an otter tail on the top of his helmet, and a black tassel hanging from the helmet tube. It is very likely that he is the leader of this group of Manchurian Tatar sentry detectives with the Yellow Flag.
Zhang Jintai felt his eyes light up. With a deafening roar, he galloped towards your forward camp, the Tatars.
Both sides used their legs to exert force, and the horses under their crotches were riding faster and faster. When the horses crossed each other, the two tiger spears also intertwined, and in an instant, terrifying power exploded.
When the weapons of both sides collided, they both seemed to hear a sound like the air being torn apart between their eardrums.
After a loud noise, the two tiger spears flew out of their hands, and their mouths were broken, and blood continued to seep out.
The huge force also caused the two of them to stand unsteadily on their horses, and they both rolled off their horses.
In the end, Zhang Jintai was better because he was young and strong. His nerve reflexes were the fastest, like a cheetah, he turned over and jumped up quickly.
Looking at the forward camp Tatars on the opposite side, although the same is true, they are half a beat slower than Zhang Jintai.
