"Roar up and cut off the heads of the thief Nan barbarians, so that they can know how powerful our flag soldiers are!"

"Storm up, cut them to death, cut them to death!"

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The horse galloped the horse seemed very excited, and the knights on the horse were even more excited and sickly. In the eyes of Zeng Shicheng, who was leading the horse, the Taiping Army on the opposite side, who was so scared that there was no sound, was no different from the dead. Although they bravely did not turn around and flee, and although they stood there bravely to face the enemy, they were very vulnerable!

The experience of following the King of Pingnan into the pass and fighting told Zeng Shicheng, a native of Gaizhou, Liaodong, that the army of the Ming people in the south had never dared to fight. No matter how well their equipment was or how neat their array was, everything was fascinated or useless. As long as the horse hooves of the first war horse of the Qing warrior stepped into the opponent's formation, the southern barbarians would quickly retreat, and even without getting close to them, they would be scared to collapse. Therefore, there is no need to be afraid or hesitant. As long as you rush forward boldly, as long as you approach them with courage, victory would belong to me Zeng Shicheng, my King of Pingnan, my Qing, and every warrior I fought for the Qing Dynasty!

"Ah!... Kill!"

Zeng Shicheng roared excitedly.

"kill!"

More than 400 cavalrymen of the Shang family also let out a shocking roar. They howled and waved the long sword in their hands, and rushed towards the Taiping army, who seemed to them so scared that they dared not move.

The Southern Barbarians rely on firearms to build their courage when fighting, but the Southern Barbarians’ firearms are not useful at all. As long as they are fired, they become no different from fire sticks. What's more, the Southern Barbarians on the opposite side have no firearms at all. This is the natural fear of infantry facing cavalry, and there is no way to resolve it!

The Qing army is getting closer and closer and clearer.

The high-ranking cavalry rushed over with a ferocious look of no one.

Two hundred steps, one hundred steps, sixty steps, thirty steps...

The Qing army was getting closer and closer, and people's hearts were about to jump out of their throats.

"Don't be afraid, don't move, listen to my order!"

Zhou Shixiang shouted again, holding the long sword tightly in his right hand, but pressing his left hand tightly against a pale and trembling soldier.

"The Qing Yao is coming!"

The Qing army on the opposite side finally rushed over. They divided into three groups, and one of them came straight towards the Guards. They didn't see the defense circle composed of large frames of the Guards. They rushed up straight without frowning.

Finally, Zhou Shixiang shouted at the top of his throat: "Hold the long pole, stand it up for me!"

After a painful wait, the soldiers waited for the orders of Lord Qianhu.

In an instant, the soldiers holding long poles in the outer circle raised the long poles in their hands, and the sharpened stick head pointed directly at the rushing cavalry.

"What's it!"

The sudden appearance of sharp wood ordered the Qing soldiers who rushed to the front were stunned, but the astonishment quickly disappeared. Looking at the sharp-cut wood, they seemed to understand something, and their faces turned pale in an instant.

But it's too late.

"Well!"

The Qing soldiers who knew the powerful were fighting horses, and they wanted to avoid the pointed trees. However, just like an arrow on the string, they had to make a truth. At this moment, they had no room for detours, and no time.

Zeng Shicheng's face was ugly. He was not a fool. He knew what kind of damage those suddenly raised pointed wood would cause to his war horses.

The hateful Nan barbarian, so cunning!

"Back, back!"

No matter how brave Zeng Shicheng was, he would not be stupid enough to want to die. He screamed in fear and tried his best to tie the reins of the horse, but everything he did was futile. All he could do was watch his mount pierce on the wood that was shining with cold light, and then he fell parabola behind the large frame.

War horses are spiritual animals and also have the instinct to survive.

Like a sudden brake, several war horses stopped moving forward, but their entire body continued to rush forward and hit the tip of death without bias.

A war horse broke its front leg because of its rush to stop and fell to the ground. The Qing soldiers on the horse were thrown into the Taiping Army's defense line and hit the ground heavily, bleeding blood from seven orifices.

Amid the sound of "puffing", more than a dozen war horses were quickly pierced by the Taiping Army with pointed wood. The horse's blood spurted out like a human artery ruptured, splashing on the faces of Taiping soldiers, fishy and hot.

The wailing sound of war horses resounded over the battlefield. The knights on the horse were heavily hit by inertia. Before they could get up, they were stepped into mud by the horse's hooves behind them.

The defense line of the Guards Battalion was in chaos, and the war horses that were directly pierced in the front and the Qing soldiers who ran into their companions behind them were directly reimbursed. Their bodies and horses blocked the way forward of their companions behind them.

Advance cannot be advanced, retreat cannot be retreat, chaos. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!