Gu Zhenhua leaned on the camp bed in the study. He didn't close his eyes for a few days. He wanted to rest, but he couldn't sleep. The cavalry had been sent out, and victory or defeat was here.
After all efforts and the hopes of hundreds of millions of people were all on such an attack. As the commander of the three armies, Gu Zhenhua's pressure can be imagined.
Just when his mind was in a mess, the door opened gently. Mei Junruo and his two personal soldiers brought a brazier, and the red charcoal was burning, releasing the warmth. In Mei Junruo's hand, she was also carrying a food box. She gently lifted it up, and there were two bowls of porridge and several plates of side dishes.
"Zhenhua, let's have a bowl of porridge with me."
The beauty's thoughts became more and more delicate. She was obviously sending something over, but she actually said it back, making people feel particularly comfortable.
Gu Zhenhua jumped up from the bed, took the porridge bowl with a smile, and drank it in a big gulp, which was a full third of it. He picked up some pickles, sour, spicy and spicy, and very refreshing. Gu Zhenhua hadn't eaten it so well for a long time.
The wind blew the clouds and drank a bowl of porridge. Gu Zhenhua suddenly grabbed Mei Junruo's hand and said with a smile: "Junruo, the sound of cannons on the front line is earth-shaking. It can't eat well or sleep well, and it's even worse for the children. I want to send you to Kaifeng, and you are waiting for the news of victory there!"
When Mei Junruo heard this, she suddenly trembled all over and the spoon in her hand fell on the table. She looked up suddenly, and a clear and sharp gaze stared at Gu Zhenhua's eyes.
His eyes were burning, and Gu Zhenhua was so unnatural that he stared at him.
"Zhenhua, do you think I'm a burden?"
"Of course not!"
"Then do you think I will abandon my husband and run away alone?"
"This... the front line is too dangerous, safety is the most important thing, you..."
"Stop talking!" Mei Junruo was particularly calm. She stood up gently, hugged Gu Zhenhua's neck, and stared at Gu Zhenhua with her beautiful eyes.
The beauty's chest was undulating and she let out a long sigh: "Zhenhua, if you let me go, it means you are worried. This is not Gu Zhenhua in my mind! You are a great hero and a great hero. I will stand on your side. How can a few Tartars and traitors do you? In my heart, you are the safest place by your side. There is no more reassuring than this!
Listening to the beauty's words, Gu Zhenhua seemed to have met this girl again. His big hand also hugged the beauty's waist.
"Junruo, I only realized that the one who believes in Gu Zhenhua the most in this world is not me. It is you! Don't worry. Your husband has ten thousand confidence and will definitely become the final winner. Tonight I will teach the Tartars the most painful lesson!"
Just as Gu Zhenhua was waiting anxiously, Yue Polu had already quietly left Ji County with his men in the south city, detoured southwest, and quietly touched the Qing army's camp.
They were all covered in darkness, and the war horses were wearing chews, and all their legs were wrapped in cloth, without any sound when walking. Follow the direction of the road and move forward quickly.
Just as they were moving forward, a horse suddenly rushed towards him.
"Captain Yue. Secret letter."
Yue Polu hurriedly took it, lit a small torch, and carefully identified it. He saw that it was written on it: The barbarians are in Xiying, arrive quickly!
Seeing this information, Yue Polu finally breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but secretly exclaimed: The Duke of the State is so smart that he even has spies within the Tartars.
In the past, many battles were fought, the Tartars had spies installed in the Ming army, but now they had fallen over. This feeling was really wonderful.
"Everyone listens and keep up. Although it is not the first time our cavalry fights, it is the most important time. A man is a real man and his achievements are made today!"
"clear!"
In order to avoid the Qing army's probation, they circled a huge circle until midnight before finally reaching Xiaoliuzhuang, which is the westernmost point of the Qing army camp.
Standing on the mound and looking at it, I saw the darkness, and I could see it at first glance, all of which were Tartar barracks, and I could occasionally hear the neighing of horses.
Yue Polu carefully identified the position, gritted his teeth, and he suddenly pulled out the saber.
"rush!"
"rush!"
"Run!"
...
One person attacked, thousands of people followed each other, the momentum was as if the sky was broken!
The Polish winged cavalry was known as Pingdu Zhenlu, and was once awesome in Europe. Referring to the standards of winged cavalry, An**'s cavalry was also a trumpet force in Gu Zhenhua's hands.
They are equipped with delicate equipment, with high-quality cotton armor wrapped in fine iron sheets, and copper nails embedded on the outside. They are both thermally insulated and strong. They not only can protect against swords and guns, but also have the ability to resist bows, arrows, and muskets.
The long carriage rifle can ensure that they can eliminate their opponents first. The combination of handguns and sabers has an invincible power in close combat.
Although they do not have cannons, they have equipment such as Divine Fire Flying Crow and Grenades, which also gives them certain long-range attack capabilities.
After the hardships of the previous battles, the cavalry has become more mature and confident.
This time, such a major attack mission was carried out, everyone was even more excited. The horses galloped and the cavalry jumped. They were the kings on the ground! The symbol of victory!
Unlike the chaos of the Tartar cavalry, An**'s cavalry always emphasized the importance of discipline. As they gradually ran, the cavalry formed a neat row of rows.
No one rushed out of the team because of better martial arts skills. They all knew that only by clenching into a fist would it be the most powerful.
The neat cavalry crossed the trenches and jumped away the antlers with their spears. The Tartar camp was exposed in front.
It was not until this time that there were scattered cavalry rushing out in the Tartar barracks. They either had no armor or had forgotten their weapons. They rushed out in a hurry and saw countless cavalry. In the darkness, they couldn't tell how many were, they only knew that they were surging like tides, unparalleled!
Death!
The cavalrymen gently held their rifles and rushed to the front of the Tartars. The sharp spear tip quickly penetrated the other party's body, and the steel pierced into the flesh and blood. Suddenly, they were skewed with candied haws.
More than a dozen white-armored soldiers in charge of night patrol happened to discover the situation here, and they rushed in. These white-armored soldiers were also kings on the battlefield. They once launched a charge towards the Ming army that was more than ten times or even dozens of times, easily defeating the soft-legged shrimps.
In this world, there is no unit that dares to compete with the unparalleled Eight Banners Brigades, which are riding and shooting!
Machetes, big axes, iron sticks, maces... eighteen weapons were held in their hands and shouting. They rushed to the front of the cavalry quickly.
But waiting for them was a whole row of cavalry, dozens of cavalry spears, neatly arranged. Each knight was behind the armor, without any expression, and ran and charged together. At almost the same time, he raised the cavalry spear in his hand.
"Go to die!"
The white armored chest that rushed in front was instantly penetrated by four or five spears, and blood gushed out. The knights used force together to take the guy off the war horse, and threw his distorted and broken body to the ground. The corners of his mouth twitched and died.
When the other Tartars saw this scene, they suddenly felt chilling all over and felt something was wrong.
A Tartar, who was using a big axe, swung the axe desperately and cut off a piercing gun rod. But then two spears, one piercing his throat, and the other piercing the weak ribs, blood rushing, and the fierce guy also died.
With just one charge, more than a dozen white-armored soldiers fell to the ground and became corpses, while An** was not injured. This huge gap completely burned the enthusiasm of the cavalry.
The remaining few white armors wanted to escape, but some soldiers took out their muskets and white smoke rose up. They fell one by one under the horse.
After breaking through the camp gate, the cavalry was like a group of tigers, rushing into the flock of sheep, and rushing unscrupulously. In the barracks, the Tartars, who had just woken up from their sleep, rushed out suddenly and were stabbed to death with a knife.
"ignition!"
Yue Polu gave the order decisively, and immediately soldiers threw the prepared sulfur smoke and gun into the military camp, and the cowhide tent was ignited instantly.
The flying fire snakes burned one tent after another, and the Tartars who had no time to react were burned to death in the military camp. Yue Polu led the cavalry and continued to rush forward, chopping and killing them wantonly. All the Tartars who blocked the road in everything turned into cold corpses.
The Qing army camp was finally in chaos, and countless Tartars fled in scattered areas. Qibu was the leader of the Tartars, and his father was one of the generals who followed Lao Nu.
Since childhood, Qibu knew that the precious decorations in their homes, the beautiful maids, and the livestock-like slaves were all stolen from the Han people. The arrogant Eight Banners did not need to produce anything at all. They were just warriors, and they would snatch whatever they wanted from the Han people!
After so many years, they are no longer satisfied with robbing some things, but want to rob the Han people!
In Qi Bu's eyes, the Han people were only worthy of being slaves and were not soldiers at all. But suddenly the military camp was in chaos, and the Han people rushed into the camp and killed the Eight Banners in a large manner, which was a huge insult!
"Kill, follow me, kill Guangming Dog!"
"Kill the Dog of Bright!"
Qi Bu led his men and rushed up to An**. One was the Qing Tartars who were riding and shooting, and the other was the well-equipped and well-trained An**. Both sides were going to start a cruel battle.
Who is the most powerful cavalry?
"kill!"
"kill!"
The two sides suddenly collided, and the impressive martial arts of the Tartars did not play any role. Facing An**'s spear, they fell down in a row in an instant, rushed to the front, and all of them were killed!
As we watched, a row of soldiers were wiped out, and the Tartars were as if they were struck by lightning!
Just as they were stunned, the cavalry abandoned their spears and took out their hand guns.
There was a lot of noise, and dozens of Tartars were shot dead.
Qi Bu felt a pain in his shoulder. It turned out that a lead bullet was rubbing against his shoulder and took away more than one or two pieces of meat. Blood flowed out in a flash, making him grin.
"Tartars, the death date is here!"
Chapter completed!