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Chapter 760 Victory does not mean the end of the war

The handsome flag is the heart of the army, and it should not be moved lightly. Both the Ming and the Tartars know this truth.

The battlefield is now a mess of porridge. On the flanks and rear of the two positions of the Ming army, there are still Tartar cavalry holding back the attack. On the frontal battlefield, the infantry and cavalry from Ji Town have already driven the invading Tartars away. Out of the chariot formation, under the roar of heavy artillery, the Tartar army formation facing Jizhen also began to disperse.

Not to mention the direction that the Tiger's Mighty Army is facing, the Tartar Army formation that the Tiger's Mighty Army is facing has been completely defeated, and strangulations have occurred on a few battlefields, and that is also temporary.

Mu En has already started to adjust the direction of the artillery, and bombarded the Tartar cavalry attacking the flanks of the army. The cavalry attacking here could not effectively rush to the front of the cart, and they were ashamed by the firecrackers and light artillery. Some were lucky. Rush below, but be shot dead by archers, or stabbed with spears.

Unable to advance or retreat, morale was extremely low, and when the cannon turned around and blasted once, it immediately collapsed.

Strictly speaking, in the battle on the grassland, the disintegration of the Tartar cavalry did not necessarily mean failure, because the grassland was vast, and the cavalry could regroup after retreating to a safe distance.

Charged against the flanks of the chariot formation, the cavalry did not suffer many casualties, and their strength was not damaged in this rout, but they were the first to see the movement of the yellow flag.

Shuai Qi moved rapidly towards the direction of Guihua City, the prince Ralik was about to run away, what are we still foolishly insisting on here.

If you calm down a little, every Tartar warrior will be afraid. Cavalry can't fight, and they can leave as soon as they touch it. The mobile power exhausted the enemy's irritability, and finally seized the opportunity to defeat them in one fell swoop.

But today's battle is different. Look at the fallen corpses of people and horses all over the ground, those companions who are still alive screaming there, and the horses struggling helplessly there.

People on the Tartar side began to feel cold, and some people began to think in their hearts, we were originally tribes living scattered on the grasslands, living as nomads, why should we shed blood in order to defend your city.

More and more people saw the retreating banner. The Huwei army was attacking, Jizhen was counterattacking, and the Tartar army was on the defensive.

Shuai Qi retreated, even those who still wanted to fight couldn’t hold on anymore, the coaches are like this, why should we hold on, and the artillery of the Ming army is like the thunder of demons, every roar will bring death, these bright The army's fighting will is amazingly tenacious.

They have already broken into their formation, and even broke through so many holes, but the Ming army inside has not yet broken up. Teams roared and rushed forward to fight. What is going on? They are alone on this grassland. Are we here? Under the city, the fire has already ignited, and new troops are constantly being invested. Why can the Ming army persist.

Listening to the ancestors, listening to the fathers, describing the army of the Han people, there is no merit except seeing the large number of people. There are only a few hundred brave fighters in the army of tens of thousands. These people were killed, and the rest were killed. Tens of thousands of people will collapse, and hundreds of cavalry will arrive under the 10 Ming people's city. The Ming people only dare to close the city gates and dare not go out to fight... But what I met today was completely different. They were braver and more persistent , and the firearm.

Defeated, defeated, run quickly, if you don't run, you will die here, it is an honor to die for victory, but in this kind of defeat, what's the point of dying, run away...

The Tartar army formation disintegrated rapidly like an avalanche, the positions and formations were disintegrating, the generals and soldiers were disintegrating, and everyone was turning their horses and fleeing.

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"My lord, the Tartars have escaped!! My lord, the Tartars have escaped!!"

In the position of Ji Town, a soldier ran up to Yang Jin staggeringly, and shouted in a crying voice. Yang Jin held the handle of the knife tightly. Hearing this, he didn't react for a while. In the middle of the shouts one after another, Yang Jin finally realized that he shook his body before he stabilized.

Before the sound of the cannon, the situation on the side of the Jizhen army formation was extremely critical. While maintaining the defense in other directions of the vehicle formation, Yang Jin pushed the forces he could call up one by one.

The fire ignited, and the enemy's cavalry rushed in one by one. The situation became more and more critical. Yang Jin and his personal guards were also ready, ready to stand on top at any time.

When the thunderous cannon sounded, the catapults collapsed, and the pressure began to decrease little by little. The Tartar cavalry who had been rushing in desperately began to be less determined, and began to retreat gradually, until now.

"Fire, go to fire!!"

Shaking his head, Yang Jin finally came to his senses and began to give orders loudly. The coach Wang Tong put food and grass on Jizhen’s position for protection. I can't protect the food and fodder. Looking at it now, the Huwei army clearly doesn't want these things to tie their hands and feet. They have long been ready for the main battle.

Thousands of infantry and dozens of heavy cannons have smashed nearly ten times the number of Tartar cavalry in such a way. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are destroyed.

"Unbelievable, unbelievable!!"

Yang Jin was muttering in a low voice, until now he is still a little dazed, Wang Tong is 22 years old this year, his troops have been in the army for more than five years, how could he be like this.

"My lord, my lord, the commander-in-chief ordered our army to send troops to pursue the enemy!!"

Yang Jin shook his head, and hastily ordered loudly.

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After all, they were several hundred paces away, and the Tartar coach under the yellow banner ran first, and it was impossible for Wang Tong to catch up. After chasing for about a mile, Wang Tong stopped pursuing.

"Order the teams to chase the remnants of the enemy without exceeding one mile, and return to the army to clear the remnants of the enemy!!'

Approaching this point, the city of Guihua became more and more clear. Wang Tong looked at it immediately and said to himself:

"It's just a stronger and bigger Cangzhou City!"

After finishing speaking, he reined in his horse and turned around, heading towards the main formation of the army. Although the Tartar soldiers and horses were mainly cavalry, they came and went like the wind, but the Ming army also had nearly [-] cavalry.

In the pursuit and suppression just now, the cavalry of the Ming army was also outstanding. Not to mention the effect of the pursuit, but in fact it divided the battlefield. Some Tartar cavalry who had not had time to escape were trapped in it, and now they are completely wiped out Here's the chance.

There was no suspense in the battle situation at this time, the Ming army already had an absolute advantage, the Tartar army collapsed, the commander fled, and the rest of the people did not even have the will to resist.

Either he was killed on the horse, or he got off his horse and knelt down and surrendered crying. When Wang Tong returned to the formation, it was almost over.

Artillerymen fetched snow from untrodden places on the battlefield, and then used them to wipe the gun barrels, while gunfire soldiers wet the cloth towels they carried with them to wipe their gun barrels.

After continuous shooting, the metal gun body and gun barrel became hot, and if the temperature was not cooled in time, the next shot would be unusable.

The infantry of the two regiments left behind the defensive force, and the rest of the soldiers began to sweep the battlefield. The Tartar cavalry suffered heavy casualties, and there were temporarily inactive Tartar cavalry on the battlefield, but they were still alive. So that they don't have to continue to suffer, they simply ended their lives.

The security forces and civilian husbands in the chariot formation also went out to search the corpses for gold, silver, property and weapons.

Wang Tong also felt a little relieved at this time, picked up the water bag beside him and prepared to drink a few sips, but found that the water in the bag had been frozen solid, and there was no water to pour down.

Now the sun is setting and the sky is getting dark. Several hours have passed since the start of the battle, and he didn't bother to drink water at all. Wang Tong shook his head and smiled, hung the water bag on the side of the saddle, looked back, Seeing that there was an unfinished feeling on the guard's face, he couldn't help asking:
"Isn't this a victory? Why do you have such faces!?"

It's not a trivial matter to be asked such a question by the coach, but seeing Wang Tong's kind expression, Han just said in a rough voice:
"Marshal, you can see that the others played wonderfully, but we didn't move much..."

Before he finished speaking, Chen Dahe, who was following Wang Tong, frowned, and scolded:
"Absurd, your job is to guard the commander in chief, thinking about what to do in battle, the safety of the commander in chief is the most important thing in this kind of battle..."

Wang Tong smiled and waved his hands, jokingly said:
"Don't worry, do you think the battle is over? This is just the beginning."

After saying this, the people left looking at each other in blank dismay, rode to the side of the chariot, facing the cart on the side of the Tartars. Occasionally, arrows were nailed to it, but the others were safe and sound.

Wang Tong got off his horse, climbed into the cart, and sat there comfortably. After being tired all day, he could finally take a rest. Many people on the battlefield were watching Wang Tong, seeing the commander sitting down so easily, There was silence on the battlefield at first, and cheers erupted suddenly because they didn't know who would start first.

Everyone was yelling, everyone was cheering, everything, but in the end it was unified into one word:

"Wan Sheng, Wan Sheng..."

The mountains and the tsunami, the Tartar cavalry had not yet entered the city, and there was still a possibility of killing them back, but everyone knew that the Tartars would not come back, and even if they did, they would continue to be defeated. Everyone had this confidence.

The fire at the Jizhen camp had been extinguished, and Yang Jin, who was in charge of the camp, also came here on horseback. Wang Tong was sitting in the carriage, looking at him with a smile. Yang Jin got off his horse and said with a bow, a little ashamed.

"Marshal, nearly half of the grain and grass have been burned..."

"Don't worry about food and grass."

Wang Tong said calmly, he couldn't help but be taken aback when he heard this Yang Jin, he hesitated and changed the question, and said:
"Commander, there are a total of [-] Tartar prisoners, how should we deal with them?"

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