Daming wolf ride

Updated: 2012-09-27

"Mr. Qian, we can't hold on anymore, what should we do?"

Everyone in the cavalry battalion was dumbfounded by the sudden reversal of the battle situation, so that there was no way to stop the young men and civilian husbands in the supply battalion from escaping.At this point, even if they wanted to stop the fleeing crowd, they were powerless.

Jiannu on the left has already separated a team and charged towards the cavalry battalion.Their goal is very clear, that is, they are coming towards the cavalry battalion, and they don't care about the young and strong civilian men who are fleeing along the way.

Now the choice before the cavalry battalion is difficult, either rush up and fight the Tartar cavalry to the end, or turn around and flee to Jinzhou immediately. [

Choose the latter, relying on the speed of the cavalry, Jiannu can't stop it at all, but this means that the Wuyong Second Battalion and those young and strong civilians will all become innocent souls under the knife of the Tartars.

What does it mean to choose the former? Needless to say.

Jiang Wanli watched the chaotic scene in front of him silently, his heart froze little by little, and the expression on his face became more and more gloomy little by little.

Time is running out and a decision must be made now!

Wu Tieshan, Sun Youjin, and Li Changhe, the three cavalry generals, came to applaud the general, looking at Jiang Wanli with serious expressions, and they were waiting for the order of the general.Although they knew what Mr. Qian would choose, they still looked at Jiang Wanli firmly, waiting for the order to attack.

After casting a disdainful glance at the top of the Daling River, Jiang Wanli pulled out his saber from his waist, clamped his legs, and the horse rushed forward for a few steps, and then he choked sharply, and the mount let out a long hiss , the front hoof hovered in mid-air, and stomped heavily on the ground.

Hooves falling, sound.

"Brothers, do you still remember Manshuai! Do you remember Andingmen! Do you remember the millions of fathers and villagers who were massacred by the Tartars!"

Three questions, no one answered.

Three hundred cavalry, everyone was silent, and everyone looked at their Lord Qian Zong.

Jiang Wanli didn't show any disappointment, they were all from Liaodong, they were all refugees back then, everyone had a bloody feud with Jiannu, how could he not know what they were thinking at the moment!

The revenge of killing the father is never shared.

The hatred of killing one's mother is like a sea of ​​blood.

For the dead wife, for the dead child, kill Jiannu!

Under the silent eyes of his subordinates, Jiang Wanli raised the long knife in his hand again, and said loudly: "If you still remember, then kill the slaves with me, kill the slaves! Let us use the heads of Tartars to comfort the handsome spirit in heaven ! Consolation to our loved ones in heaven! Attack, attack with the whole army!"

"Attack! Attack!"

"Kill slaves! Kill slaves!"

The three hundred cavalrymen burst into loud shouts, and their eyes were replaced by hatred.

Jiang Wanli took the lead: Master Shi, Jiang has lived up to your trust, I hope that my three hundred cavalry can save the entire Songshan army! [

"Drink! Huh!"

De Keqin's left flanked Manchurian soldiers with Yellow Banner and Jiang Wanli's Songshan Cavalry Battalion were like two sharp arrows, and like two torrents, they were about to collide violently.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

When the two teams of troops were about to collide, there was a thunderbolt-like sound of firecrackers over the battlefield, deafening everyone's ears.

It is a three-eyed firecracker, a firecracker that can fire three times in a row.

When the gunfire sounded, De Keqin knew something was wrong.

"Plop, plop!"

Amidst the sound of gunfire, those bannermen who had no armor at all or only a pitifully thin layer of cotton armor fell off their horses one after another. Before they could utter a cry, they were trampled into a pulp by the hooves of the horses.The corpses that have not been turned into meat are also like polo on the polo field, being thrown to one side and then to the other.

Those white-armored soldiers wearing several layers of thick armor were not immune to such close-range firecracker shooting.The white-armored soldiers with six cavalry rushed to the front and fell to the ground with their horses, and they couldn't live on the spot.

As if they wanted to vent all their family and country blood feuds, the cavalry shot out all three guns in an instant, then roared and waved their guns and rushed towards the Tartar cavalry.

The real cavalry charged, before the guns, swords and spears in their hands could even be used, the sound of falling horses continued one after another.

Without any fancy movements, the heads and arms kept being thrown up and down again.

De Keqin underestimated the enemy. He thought that he could wipe out this flamboyant cavalry of the Ming army by relying on the white armored soldiers and the bannermen. But after the two armies fought, he realized that he had made a fatal mistake—he really underestimated the enemy. The will of this small number of cavalry of the Ming army to kill the enemy.

The firing of the three-eyed firecracker caused at least 30 Manchurian bannermen to be knocked off their horses, and more than 140 bannermen were knocked off their horses during the collision.De Keqin's subordinates consisted of only sixteen white armored soldiers and [-] banner men, and more than half of them were gone now.Although the Ming army also lost some people, it was much less in comparison.

Soon, De Keqin tasted the bitter fruit of underestimating the enemy. Facing the cavalry of the Ming army much larger than himself, he fell into a bitter battle with the remaining white armored soldiers and banners.If it weren't for the fact that the remaining white armored soldiers were so brave that they could stand up to three or even five against the Ming army, those bannermen would have been wiped out long ago.

"Blow the horn, blow the horn!"

Master Niu Lu was shooting and killing the Ming army crazily, and the Mongolian soldiers of Gulbush were about to crash into the defense line of the Ming army. There were fleeing Ming troops everywhere on the battlefield, but he was surrounded by the Ming army on his side.De Keqin judged the situation and did not force himself to support himself. Instead, he hurriedly ordered the trumpet to be called for help.

The horn of "Wuwu" sounded quickly, and Tulai's face twitched involuntarily when he heard Dekeqin's call for help.But it was not to rescue De Keqin, but the whole army to kill the Ming army who was strangling with the Mongolian soldiers inlaid with the red flag.

To capture a thief, first capture the king. King Khan taught us to read more books by the Han people and learn more about the strategies of the Han people.Since the main general of the Ming army was trapped within their defenses, he must be shot first.Once the main general dies, the resistance will of those Ming troops will completely collapse.

As expected, Tu Lai is Fei Yingdong's son. He could tell at a glance that the cavalry of the Ming army were charging to save their chief general. Therefore, as long as they successfully shot and killed the chief general of the Ming army, they would lose their backbone, and they would be defeated by the Manchurian warriors. Under the frantic attack, the whole army collapsed.

As for De Keqin's request for help, Tu Lai did not take it seriously. He believed that even if the Manchu warriors were at a disadvantage, they could still draw with the large Ming army, or even defeat them.

Perhaps, within half a stick of incense time, the Ming army should collapse. [

"attack!"

Tulai's big knife flashed his ferocious smile.

He has enough qualifications to let out his hearty laughter, and he is also confident enough to wipe out the enemy in one fell swoop. In front of his eyes, the resistance of the Ming army is getting weaker and weaker, although the corpses of the Mongolian soldiers are already piled up on the not very long road. The defense line of the Ming army, but they have fewer and fewer soldiers who can take up arms.

Victory belongs to the brave and invincible Manchurian warriors.