The Tatar pursuers have been biting Cheng Feng's butt, but they don't know yet that the farther they pursue, the less likely they are to come back alive.
Sure enough, after they chased for a mile, they suddenly found that there were many Ming troops behind them.
They only had time to see clearly that the Ming army behind them raised the dark barrel of their gun.
"Bang bang bang~"
Immediately afterwards, the familiar sound of gunfire rang out.
The Tatar army who had been stuffed with dumplings instantly rolled off their horses as if they were real dumplings.
In less than half an hour, the Tatar army that pursued them was completely wiped out.
In the camp, the Tatar general's eyes were splitting after witnessing all this, but he did not dare to send anyone to chase him out.
"Archers, prepare!"
The general shouted loudly, his bloodshot eyes looked like a demon from hell. Who would have thought that in less than an hour of fighting between the two armies, he had already lost four of his men, and more importantly, even the enemy's I couldn't even touch my butt.
The remaining Tatar soldiers were so frightened that they huddled in the camp and did not dare to show their heads.
Only the general shouted hysterically to fight back.
The Tatar archers who were pushed to the front of the camp had a look of despair on their faces. How could such a battle be fought? Who would tell them how such a battle should be fought?
"Where are the reinforcements? Are the reinforcements coming??"
The Tatar general seemed to be crazy. He waved his whip and struck the subordinates in front of him indiscriminately.
Cheng Feng repeated his old tricks. After slaughtering the Tatar soldiers who chased out of the camp, he led his soldiers to launch a second round of charge.
The fighting method was exactly the same, but this time the results were not as rich as expected. Instead, they suffered a solid rain of arrows.
The Ming army has good armor, but there are always some unlucky ones chosen by God.
Since the battle, the Ming army suffered casualties for the first time. Although the number was not large, only a dozen people, it still severely stimulated the leader Cheng Feng.
"Brothers, follow this general into the camp and avenge the brothers who died in the battle!"
Cheng Feng shouted loudly, which immediately raised the morale of the Ming army soldiers to its peak. At the same time, the left and right wings led by Qiu Han and Qian Xinghu also launched a charge.
"Bang bang bang~"
The bursts of dense gunfire were so harsh that the Tatars formed a defensive formation with huge wooden shields.
The horse tripping rope trap in front of the camp did not play its due role at all.
The Tatar soldiers with shields felt a little more at ease, but the next second, the sound of bullets rang out, not only piercing the wooden shields in their hands, but also piercing their chests.
Many Tatar soldiers were still in shock when they fell. They had not been exposed to fire guns in the past, but why were the fire guns this time so special?
They couldn't understand why the Ming army's fire cannons could be fired without ignition, and they couldn't understand why the Ming army's fire cannons could break the shield this time.
But the severe pain in their chests told them that the Ming army's guns were no longer what they used to be.
They were unwilling, they were angry, and they could not accept that they died under the fire without even seeing the Ming army.
Unfortunately, they no longer have the courage to do it again.
When Cheng Feng saw that the Tatar army did not dare to chase them out of the camp, a bloodthirsty smile suddenly appeared on his face. It would be better if they did not chase them out of the camp. If they did not chase them out of the camp, the Tatar army would be a living target.
Listening to the intensive gunshots coming from the distance, Chen Kan couldn't help but twitch his lips.
He brought a total of 50,000 rounds of ammunition from Nanjing. Although the Ordnance Supervisor brought him another 50,000 rounds when he brought the pistol, he would not be able to hold on for long if he really wanted to start a fight with 100,000 rounds of ammunition.
These guys don't know how to save money.
If you run out of bullets early, the firecracker will turn into a fire stick.
Two thousand people, even if each person only fired three shots, that's still six thousand rounds of ammunition. At this moment, Chen Kan felt that his heart was bleeding.
Sure enough, war is a waste of money.
After three more volleys, the gunfire finally stopped.
In the Tatar camp, there were only a group of defeated soldiers and a group of wounded soldiers wailing.
Chen Kan looked up at the sky and saw a hint of fish belly white on the horizon. He couldn't help but turn to Fang Xu and asked: "How long has it been?"
Fang Xu looked at the hourglass not far away and replied, "About an hour and a half."
To achieve this result in an hour and a half, the team led by Chen Kan was enough to look down upon most of the armies in the Ming Dynasty.
Although there was a suspicion of a sneak attack and the convenience of a musket, Chen Kan was still very satisfied.
Seeing that the war was about to end, Chen Kan turned his horse's head and descended the hills, walking slowly towards the Tatar camp.
After several rounds of charges, Cheng Feng saw that the Tatars in the camp were inevitably defeated, and finally thought of saving bullets.
"Shua~"
Cheng Feng replaced the fire gun with a horse spear, and the soldiers tacitly put the fire gun back on the saddle, and then unsheathed the long sword!
"Brothers, follow me and kill the Tatars!"
"Kill the Tartars!"
"kill!"
The three teams began to join forces, bypassing the horse tripping ropes and horse traps and rushing towards the main gate of the Tatar camp.
Whose cavalry attacked the camp and walked through the gate?
Cheng Feng: "Yes, that's right!"
After several rounds of massacres, there was only a group of broken soldiers left in the camp, and even the general of the first army had died in a hail of bullets. Therefore, Cheng Feng encountered almost no decent resistance in this wave of charges.
Cheng Feng's horse danced like a tiger, and it only had to sweep across to create a vacuum.
The other soldiers of the Tang Army were not to be outdone. They held their long knives across the edge of their thighs and could take away several heads with just one charge.
The Tatars collapsed, crying and shouting, and fled behind the camp desperately.
Unfortunately, they had missed the best time to escape. In such a short distance, their horses could not pick up speed at all.
On the other hand, after several rounds of charges, the Ming army's horses were at their peak of strength.
Therefore, many Tatar soldiers were either killed before they even mounted their horses, or died under the sword of the charging Ming army just as they climbed onto their horses and were about to speed up.
"kill!"
Cheng Feng was like a god of war soldier, leading the way into the formation. The horse was swept across, screams and blood flowed together. It was just a charge, and he was reduced to a blood gourd.
But the blood all over his body made him look like an evil ghost from hell seeking life.
Just seeing Cheng Feng's figure, many Tatars couldn't help but feel heat between their legs, and were so frightened that they peed their pants.
Mongolian: "Oh my god, my God of longevity, where did this evil ghost come from?"
Mongolian: "Changshengtian, your people are suffering, please send down the divine thunder to collect this evil ghost, right?"
Some Tatar soldiers who had no time to escape had to kneel down and pray, hoping that the God of Immortality they believed in would send down divine thunder to take away this terrible demon.
But often before they finish praying, they will be provoked by Cheng Feng with a ferocious smile on his face.
When Chen Kan rushed to the gate of the camp, he saw with his own eyes three corpses strung on Cheng Feng's horse like skewers of candied haws.
Then he threw him away hard and knocked down a group of fleeing Tatar soldiers.
Chen Kan and Fang Xu couldn't help but shuddered together.
"So brave."
"Too cruel!"
The former sentence came from Fang Xu, and the latter sentence came from Chen Kan.
This is Chen Kan's second tough man besides Zhu Di who has been described as brutal.
Others, even if Nan Fozi could massacre a village by himself, in Chen Kan's eyes, they were just little Baga.
I have found a big treasure.
Forget it, prepare a generous gift, write a letter of thanks, and send it to Zheng He's house when you get back.
The shouts of killing in the camp gradually became smaller and smaller, because there were fewer and fewer Tatars alive.
After a stick of incense, the entire camp fell completely silent.
At the same time, the first red clouds on the horizon also shone on the grassland.
Countless corpses, broken limbs and arms were everywhere, and colorful internal organs flew to the top of the camp.
The blood gathered into streams and slowly formed a small lake where the camp was located.
The pungent smell of blood made Chen Kan couldn't help but frown.
The sunlight overshadowed the fire, which meant that the killing was completely over.
Cheng Feng walked out of the camp and saw Chen Kan. He wiped the blood off his face and grinned at him with a ferocious smile.
"Master Marquis, it has been exactly two hours. Fortunately, the general will live up to his fate."
Chen Kan nodded to him: "Would you like to rest on the spot for a stick of incense? Count the battle damage. Except for the bows, arrows and grain, the rest of the loot was burned."
Fang Xu wrote down Chen Kan's words one by one. At this time, the role of these personal soldiers who did not participate in the fight became apparent.
Arson, they're professionals.
The grease on the corpse burned fiercely, and after one stick of incense, the entire camp was ablaze.
Looking at the group of war horses surrounding the camp that refused to leave, the soldiers couldn't help but have a look of regret on their faces.
It's a pity that they can't take these war horses away.
"Master Marquis, this battle lasted for two hours, and 5,162 enemies were wiped out. Forty-three brothers were killed, and eleven were slightly injured. No serious injuries."
Fang Xu’s statistics of battle losses also came out.
He deliberately raised his voice to make sure everyone could hear him clearly.
Sure enough, after Fang Xu finished speaking, the soldiers couldn't help but cheer.
At the cost of only forty people dying in battle, they easily defeated the 5,000 Tatar army. Such battle losses were unprecedented!
Even Chen Kan couldn't help but chuckle when he heard the news.
His original acceptable range was around 300 people, but he didn't expect that the battle loss ratio would be so low.
You must know that this is a tough face-to-face battle.
However, after all, people died. The soldiers could cheer, but he could not.
After dealing with all the aftermath, Chen Kan wanted to kill the horses that could not be taken away, but was ultimately stopped by Cheng Feng.
Cheng Feng's reason was simple. It was unnecessary. Even if these horses were killed, it would not affect the overall situation. There was no shortage of horses on the grassland.
The forty-three soldiers who died in the battle were naturally taken away. There was no time to cremate them now, so Chen Kan ordered their bodies to be tied to the backs of horses and cremated after they escaped from the coverage of the main Tatar force.
They are all Ming Dynasty men who don't stick to trivial matters, and they don't have any objections to this.
In short, it is better than leaving the body to the Tatars to vent their anger.
