I Am the Grandson of the Second Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Earning 100 Million Taels at the Beginn

Chapter 244 Being an official is to get promoted and make a fortune.

"Boom...Boom..."

The galloping horseshoes are like thunder from the nine heavens.

In addition to the large-scale infantry battles in the war, the most shocking scene is undoubtedly the cavalry charge.

Once there are more than ten thousand people, there is no limit.

There are over ten thousand cavalry, like a huge wave, the oppressive momentum, the killing intent soaring to the sky, makes the heart of the person facing it feel as if it is being grasped by the palm of the hand, and it feels like it will be crushed at any time.

2 against 6 enemies.

Such a huge gap in the battle, not any general has the courage to charge.

As the saying goes, two fists are hard to beat with four hands, and you are facing a prairie man who grew up on horseback. The odds are really hard to predict.

Zhu Zhangui took the lead and charged forward. Behind him, Qian Qianhu and Hu Yu, holding banners with Zhu and Ming characters in their hands, followed closely.

It's close.

For cavalry, the kilometer distance is just a blink of an eye.

The distance between the two parties quickly increased to 200 meters, and they were so close that they could see each other's faces.

But what is strange is that the two parties did not collide with each other, but pulled the horse with a tacit understanding, and collectively turned left.

The Mongols are good at cavalry and archery. Without the follow of heavy cavalry, they will not charge cavalry against cavalry unless it is a last resort.

Whether it is facing the original Western white pigs or the soldiers of the masses, when facing the enemy cavalry, they always use cavalry to consume the opponent's strength, and then the heavy cavalry presses up.

As descendants of the Mongols, the Tatars also inherited this.

Although they have an advantage in numbers, the excellent armor of the Ming army is not in vain, and there are not many heavy cavalry on their side.If the two sides choose to hedge, even if the Tatars win, there will be a lot of casualties, so they chose to stalk the enemy by riding, shooting and flying kites like their predecessors. After confirming that the opponent has little resistance, the heavy cavalry Press it again.

Coincidentally, the Ming army on the opposite side thought so too.

The number of people on our side does not have an advantage, and a strong charge is the next strategy.

Although their riding and shooting skills are far behind the opponent's, they have guns.

After several years of equipment, the [-] battalion of cavalry is almost equipped with two twin-lock flintlock pistols.

The new fixed ammunition revolvers were only distributed to officers due to the low production volume.

The range of the Tatar cavalry shooting arrows on horseback is at most 50 meters for the most powerful archers, and most of the shooting ranges are around 30 to [-] meters.

Coincidentally, the double-barreled muskets of the Ming army are also within this distance!

In the end, whoever can win depends on who can't bear the opponent's shooting first, or whose horse is exhausted first.

The Ming army was divided into two parts, and the Tatars were also divided into two parts due to their large number.

Some of the more than 3 people are responsible for annihilating the Ming cavalry, and the other 3 people are divided into several small groups, responsible for attacking the Ming infantry battalion, the artillery battalion that is rumbling, and the central command waiting for an opportunity to attack the old man tower.

Zhu Zhangui didn't worry about the Tatar cavalry sent out to attack the infantry. The old man has fought all his life, so this small battle can't help him.

Zhu's most important task now is to get rid of his Tatar cavalry who are chasing him and trying to surround him many times.

The two sides walked side by side, getting farther and farther away from the main battlefield.

The two sides kept a distance of 100 meters, and neither of them approached each other first.

The ideas of both parties are very simple, that is to consume the horsepower of the other side first, and wait for the other side's horse to run out of strength, and then rely on the other side to harvest the heads.

The Tatars all rode prairie pony horses. Although the horses were small in size, they were extremely durable and could run with people on their backs. The cavalry of the Ming Dynasty in the past could not compare with them.

It's a pity that the Tatars didn't know that the horses of the [-] Battalion had been replaced. Although this kind of donkey-like horse had no outstanding advantages, it was very comprehensive, and endurance was one of them.

After the two sides ran for several miles, the Tatar horses began to pant.

The Tatar general who was in charge of leading this team looked at the Ming cavalry walking side by side, his eyes widened.

This is wrong, when did the horses of the Ming army run so well?

Running like this in previous battles, the Ming army's horses had already lost their legs.

But according to his observation, although the horses on the opposite side were a little heavy, compared with them, they were much better.

Hey, what kind of horse is this? Why does it look like a donkey?
At this point, the Tatar general noticed the difference in the opposite horse.

He had seen the war horses of the Ming army before, some were bought from the grasslands, and some were cultivated by himself.

Although it looks good, it can only be regarded as mediocre, far worse than the dwarf mules on the grassland.

He didn't pay attention when he charged just now, thinking that the opposite horse was the same horse as before.

But after a closer look, he found something was wrong.

The horse on the opposite side has a uniform big donkey face, big eyes, and a very beautiful body muscle outline.

Looking at the fur, the beating muscles, and the strong figure, the general who grew up with horses can tell at a glance that this is a high-quality horse.

Looking at the ranks of the Ming army, the Tatar general felt a twitch in his heart.

Damn it, which bastard sold it to Ming people. Do these southern barbarians know how to ride a horse? It's a waste.

"Woooooooo..."

Realizing that the opponent's horse was stronger than his own, the cavalry general no longer hesitated, picked up the small horn and blew his cheeks vigorously, and issued a formal order to fight.

The Tatar cavalry who received the order began to slowly approach the Ming army, took off their bows and arrows, and got ready to shoot.

Zhu Zhangui, who led the cavalry to race horses with the opponent, saw that the opponent was the first to lose his temper, and gave the order to fight with a sneer.

The Ming army on the side of the Tatar cavalry is Zhu Zhangui's guard and Qian Qianhu's cavalry.

Needless to say, the guard battalion is equipped with the best equipment.

Qian Qianhu is one of his own, and in order to show the other generals of the [-] Battalion, Zhu Zhangui paid for the armor and weapons he equipped with himself.

The other soldiers of the [-] Battalion still carried flintlock pistols, while Qian Qianhu's team carried the latest enhanced revolver.

When Zhu Zhangui's combat order was issued, the cavalry controlled the horses and drew their pistols, ready to fight.

100 meters, 80 meters, 70 meters…

When the two sides approached 50 meters, Zhu Zhangui took the lead in attacking.

"Bang bang bang..."

There were bursts of gunfire, and more than 1000 enhanced revolvers shot all the ammunition directly to the opposite side.

The revolver has 6 rounds of bullets, and this sudden burst is more than 6000 rounds of bullets.

When the gunshot fell, the people on the other side turned their backs on their backs, and the horse that fell down after being shot caused even more confusion.

In this round of attacks, at least 800 people fell down on the other side.

"Damn it, fight back... fight back..."

The general of the Tatar cavalry, seeing that he had lost 700 men just after he took over his side, was very angry.

While controlling his horse to move forward, he drew his bow and arrow and ordered his cavalry to fight back immediately.

Although the distance between the two sides was still more than 40 meters, he couldn't control it anymore, and he could shoot one to death.

"Om~ Whoosh..."

Bursts of bowstrings sounded, and spiked arrows roared towards the Ming army.

But what made the Tatar general's nose almost crooked was that after firing a round of guns, the cunning Ming army turned around, turned to the right, and went in other directions.

"Asshole, chase after me!"

Most of the round of arrow rain was empty, and the general roared angrily. As the leader, he turned his horse's head and chased after the Ming army.

The long cavalry team at the back followed closely after seeing the turn in front.

What used to be walking side by side turned into one chase and one escape.

After running for four or five miles in a row, some horses of the Tatar cavalry finally couldn't bear it anymore, and slowly slowed down, changing from galloping to slowing down.

The huge Tatar cavalry corps also slowly lengthened and divided into several echelons.

"Your Highness, their horses are dying!"

Zhu Zhangui, who was leading the soldiers forward, glanced back at the Tatar cavalry who were walking slowly.

"Haha, Feng Shui turns around, don't these prairie barbarians like to sneak around, and now they have finally tasted the evil results, and you guys are going back to fly kites with me!"

"Oh ho ho ho..."

After bursts of strange roars, the cavalry team of the Ming army was divided into two. Zhu Zhangui and Qian Qianhu each led a team, and launched an attack on the Tatars from the left and the right.

"Bang bang bang..."

Bursts of gunfire accompanied by gunpowder smoke sounded on the grassland, and there were also angry roars of Tatars and howls before dying.

When the Tatars wanted to counterattack several times, Zhu Zhangui would turn around and leave with his troops.

The Tatars wanted to retreat, so Zhu Zhangui led the team to follow behind and shoot.

Anyway, you chase me and run, you run and I chase, and I will go up and beat you when you slow down. If you want the horse to recover its strength, I will not let you recover.

Zhu Zhangui fully demonstrated the characteristics of the dog skin plaster, and the Tatar cavalry general screamed angrily.

So fucking aggrieved.

They used to walk others before, but this was the first time they had tasted being walked.

Ma Hao is amazing.

Horses can bully people.

If you have the ability, let's go down to a 1-on-1 duel. What kind of skill is riding a horse and flying a kite.

As the two sides chased and fought, the originally scattered fighting teams became more and more scattered.

In the afternoon, there were less than 5000 Tatar cavalry generals left, and other sparse grasslands were everywhere.

"It's almost there, it's time to collect the head!"

After a round of cavalry and shooting, the cavalry led by Zhu Zhangui did not go around directly like the previous rounds, but under the horrified eyes of the Tatar generals, they drew their swords and launched a charge.

"kill!"

The cavalry from both sides collided fiercely.

One side is moving forward slowly, while the other side is hitting fiercely.

Zhu Zhangui turned into a sharp knife of the whole army and stabbed fiercely into the Tatar cavalry formation.

The collision of war horses, the collision of weapons, the breaking of bones, and the wailing of death are constantly ringing in this grassland.

After a round of rampage, the Tatar cavalry was directly reduced by 1/3.

Zhu Zhangui wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at the panicked Tatar cavalry, raised his knife and charged again.

At dusk, vultures howl.

On the grassland illuminated by the setting sun, a broken flag fluttered slowly in the evening breeze.

On the vast grassland, corpses were scattered all over the ground. The horse that lost its owner lay down next to the owner's body, howling in a low voice, trying to wake up its companion who had been with it for so many years.

But its partner could no longer open his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep forever, sleeping on this unknown grassland.

"Your Highness, the troops on the main battlefield have already been withdrawn. The Tatar cavalry did not break through our line of defense, and they still suffered considerable losses!"

"Your Majesty asked me to send you an order not to return to the camp for the time being. He guessed that Alutai might be running away in the next two days, so he asked you to go outside and see if you can block it!"

On a high slope, Zhu Zhangui sat cross-legged on the ground with his helmet in his arms, watching the battlefield at dusk while recovering his strength.

Hu Yu, who was returning to his life by his side, conveyed the old man's explanation to him.

A medical officer on the side carefully bandaged Zhu Zhangui's wound.

After an afternoon of fighting, Zhu Zhangui paid more than 1000 casualties and wiped out most of the more than 1 Tatar cavalry chasing him.

It was a brilliant victory, one that would even go down in history if it had been a solo war.

It's a pity that this is a big battle involving millions of people, and a small war on the edge is probably mentioned in the history books.

If this victory was not brought by Zhu Zhangui, I am afraid that he would not even be eligible for the record.

"I see, let the people send the injured brother back first, and the horses should also be brought back. These guys have been running for a day, and they are exhausted enough. Let them go back and have a good rest!"

"Uh, I sent the horse back, what shall we ride?"

Hu Yu didn't say anything, but Qian Qianhu, who came to report the harvest, was a little anxious when he heard that Zhu Zhangui was going to send the horse back.

Zhu Zhangui glanced at the tall man with a smile, "Don't worry, your horse is indispensable."

The reason why Hu Yu was asked to go back to report was because in the battle just now, the shoulder where Zhu Zhangui was hanging the walkie-talkie was cut off, the walkie-talkie was rotten to half, and he was also injured.

Unable to contact the old man remotely, Hu Yu had to run back to report.

After Hu Yu went down to make arrangements, Zhu Zhangui moved his bandaged shoulder and thanked the medical officer.

When only Qian Qianhu was left by his side, Zhu Zhangui looked at him and asked in a low voice.

"Tired? Do you still have the ability to fight?"

Sitting on the ground, Qian Qianhu, who was also watching the sunset, turned her head sharply.

Zhu Zhangui looked at him and smiled.

Qian Qianhu looked in the direction of the Tatar camp, grinned, scratched his head and said naively.

"I became a soldier just to get promoted and get rich, tiredness counts as fart!"

(End of this chapter)