The wind with the breath of spring blew on his face, mixed with the smell of dampness and rotting grass. Niulu'er Zhenchamahai was riding on his horse, looking around.
The wilderness is vast, and the snow on the sunny grassland has melted, revealing some soil. Black, yellow, and white colors form mottled patterns in the wilderness.
For Chamahai, this was an easy mission, escorting grain and grass to Lushun Fort before the army ran out of grain and grass.
It would arrive in two or three days, and there was still enough time. Chamahai waved his riding whip lightly, but still issued an order, urging the coated slaves to speed up.
Suddenly, a loud arrow shot up into the sky, interrupting Chamahai's leisure. It was the signal sent by the forward sentry.
The ground was shaking slightly, and the sound of horse hooves came from far away. Chamahai frowned and ordered his troops to prepare for battle.
Soon, several horses appeared in the sight, running towards them. They were sent out to explore the path.
Behind them were the enemy cavalry who were chasing them, holding their sabers high, shouting and galloping.
"Get ready to attack!" Chamahai drew out his scimitar, raised it in the air, and roared loudly.
Amidst the shouts, hundreds of captives rode out, formed a formation, picked up their bows and arrows, and got ready for battle.
The pursuing enemies seemed to have just realized what was going on, and slowed down their horses until they came to a complete stop. There were one or two hundred riders in total.
Then, they quickly turned their horses' heads and ran away, as if they were frightened and fled.
Chamahai did not immediately issue an order to pursue, but waited for the escaped sentries to come and report the situation.
"Sir." Several surviving sentry riders came forward and said panting: "The enemy was hiding in the woods and suddenly came out. We are outnumbered..."
Chamahai thought about it and concluded that this was a small force sneaked in and harassed by the enemy. After all, Shiheyi was in front of him, but he did not receive any alarm.
With this judgment in mind, Chamahai left only a hundred men to escort the chariot, and led four hundred cavalry to ride out and start the pursuit.
Not to mention one or two hundred riders, even one thousand or eight hundred people were no match for Chamahai.
The Jianlu were so arrogant, or brave, that dozens or hundreds of people dared to attack the Ming army that was several times or more than ten times their size. Such battles were not uncommon in history.
Chamahai led four hundred horsemen to gallop and chase the enemy.
The two hundred enemies on horseback who were fleeing in panic left the road and ran into the fields, seeming to want to run towards the distant mountains and forests.
This was not what Chamahai had expected, and it also gave him the wrong judgment, thinking that Shiheyi was still in the hands of friendly forces and the enemy would be blocked if they continued to flee along the road.
The enemy ran for a certain distance and then changed direction. He seemed to be in a panic and ran away wherever the road was wide.
As the distance got closer, Chamahai did not doubt its presence and continued to pursue the enemy, not taking the woods 70 to 80 meters to the side seriously.
The enemy continued to slow down, and from behind the undulating hills in front, two teams of cavalry suddenly emerged and formed a formation on both sides of the enemy.
The fleeing enemy also stopped, reined in his horse and turned around. The three cavalry formations were waiting in full formation. After a brief pause, the cavalry formation on the left began to jog forward.
It turned out that there was a response, or it was an ambush, but it was just these people?
Chamahai only took a brief look and estimated the number of the enemy, which was nearly 600 horses, which was not much different from his own army.
With the riding and martial arts skills of the Jianzhou warriors, no matter how many there were, let alone 600, they would be beaten to a pulp.
Chamahai pursed his lips slightly, revealed a sneer, pointed his sword forward, and shouted: "Kill all the enemies, charge, kill!"
"Charge, kill!" Jianlu shouted loudly, waving the weapon in his hand and speeding up.
However, the enemy on the opposite side did not increase their horse speed and seemed to not understand cavalry combat. Jianlu roared loudly, stretched out his bow and arrows, and prepared to greet the enemy with a rain of arrows, giving the enemy a dismounting power.
Boom, boom, boom...the roar of muskets suddenly sounded in the woods. The musketeers who had been waiting for a long time saw the big flag raised by the cavalry, which was the signal to open fire.
The heavy lead bullets shot out like raindrops, whether they were men or horses, they fell down and were either killed or injured.
Round after round, the two hundred heavy musketeers rained down bullets, and in a very short time, they had already beaten the Jianlu people to their knees, causing chaos.
Before this was over, three hundred light musketeers appeared again and fired three rounds of fierce shots at the galloping Jianlu.
Chamahai was knocked to the ground under heavy musket fire. The heavy lead bullet broke his legs and injured his horse. He fell on the snow, rolling and howling in pain, but was
Unable to evade, he was trampled by the horse's hooves and fell into coma.
Despicable and shameless!
Gabula, the Jianlu officer, scolded and shot an arrow forward. He was hit by muskets and felled too many riders. Even the arrows were sparse and did not cause much damage to the enemy.
The enemy's cavalry suddenly accelerated, struck with a crossbow from dozens of meters away, and then charged towards them with their sabers waving.
The shouts shook the heaven and earth, the raised saber reflected the dazzling light, the snow and mud were trampled and gouged by the horses' hooves, and the earth trembled.
Fifty people in a row, four rows of cavalry constantly adjusted the left and right and front and rear gaps while galloping, trying hard to make the charging queue look like an airtight wall.
Among Jianlu's bows and arrows, some riders fell off their horses, but the cavalry queue shrank and adjusted, and at the moment of engaging the enemy, it still maintained a sufficient density.
"Kill!" The last cry came from the chest, and the sword followed the sound, and countless sabers fell together, with a stern cold light and a biting murderous aura.
Garbramon circled, and a row of sabers fell from the air. Two or three of them attacked him. He hesitated, hesitated, subconsciously relaxed the reins, and raised his saber to block.
There were two heavy impacts on the knife almost at the same time. Before he could fight back, severe pain hit Gabra's whole body.
A saber was slashed diagonally, carried diagonally across the shoulder, and with a splash of blood and flesh, Gabula was knocked off his horse.
Writhing on the ground and howling in agony, the second row of cavalrymen rushed up and dragged their sabers, ending Gabra's pain.
Until his death, Gabra did not understand what the enemy's formation was. How could he be overthrown by his superb martial arts skills without even being able to kill a single enemy?
The charge of the cavalry wall is essentially to fight with more and less, with people fighting each other. Any retreat and parry means death. Dare to fight desperately, it is just one for one.
But when faced with a slashing knife or stabbing gun, it is human instinct to dodge and parry.
Whoever goes to the battlefield doesn't want to kill a few more enemies. If you kill me and I will kill you, we will all die together. There must be few people who are mentally prepared for this.
As for Jianlu's charge cavalry, they were originally uneven, some were fast and some were slow. After being hit hard by muskets, their density became even sparser and their organization was somewhat chaotic.
To put it bluntly, in the face of the tight formation attacking, Jianlu would always use less to attack more, and they would basically have the same instinctive reaction as Gabra.
As for the flying cavalry, they have been training the cavalry wall tactics for more than half a year. The operations of impact speed, gap filling, separation and reorganization have become relatively mature and perfect.
The first cavalry wall was pushed past diagonally, and many Jianlu cavalry who were caught off guard were instantly chopped off their horses just because of a slight hesitation.
All martial arts and riding skills are of no use in this kind of human-on-human confrontation. Either one cuts against another, one for one, or one is killed in vain.
Obviously, Jianlu was completely unsuited to this style of fighting and had no such mental preparation. He was caught off guard and was almost killed on one side.
However, nearly one-third of the riders on the first cavalry wall still fell off their horses, and then the second cavalry wall pushed over again.
Liu Xingzuo pointed his saber forward and led the cavalry on the right to charge diagonally towards Jianlu.
The cavalry walls, one after another, were like turbulent waves, slapping and colliding one after another. First with hand crossbows, and then with sword slashes in unison, the already chaotic and sparse Jianlu who were blocking the front were chopped down and felled.
Two diagonal impacts, and finally a forward charge by Liu Qishi's men. The rumble of horse hooves stirred up the dirt and snow, and swept over them with unstoppable power, like the scythe of death.
To the left, right, front, each team has two hundred cavalry, four cavalry walls, a total of twelve cuts and sweeps.
The swords flashed, the snow and dust flew, the flying knights charged across the battlefield, and the shouts and shouts resounded throughout the world, making people's blood rush.
"Kill!" Liu Qishi's dog-legged sword was powerful and heavy, cutting off Jianlu's scimitar and striking it between Jianlu's neck and shoulder.
In the splatter of dirty blood, Liu Qishi's horse paused for a moment, and then he controlled it and nimbly crossed over.
In the simulated charge during training, the cavalry wall tactics are constantly improving and adjusting. The distance between the cavalry is no longer very close, but there is a gap of about half a cavalry.
The left half and the right half gave the cavalry room to dodge. After all, they were killing Jianlu, but there were still horses blocking the way. They could neither fly over nor drag the horses behind them.
Although the original intention of the cavalry wall is to use collective strength to fight against people. To be precise, it is to use cavalry trained for several months to fight against nomads born on horseback.
But it is naturally better to win at a smaller cost.
And leaving a slight distance will not have much impact on using more to defeat less.
The enemy in front of you has to face two or three slashing sabers at the same time. Only attacking but not defending, moving forward bravely is still the most proud style of flying cavalry.
Chen Zhongyu's eyes were so wide that they were about to pop out of his sockets. He held his saber tightly and stared at the approaching Jianlu. The iron surface was splashed with blood, which made him look even more ferocious.
Facing a row of enemies charging up, Jianlulang howled to encourage himself and raised his scimitar. The sword on the opposite side was also raised high, and he chopped down the enemies head-on and face-to-face.
Chen Zhongyu hit the enemy and took off one of his arms. A comrade was also hit and fell from his horse.
Without blinking, he held the horse's belly, quickly followed the team, and moved closer to the right, trying to minimize the excessive gap caused by the lack of his comrades.
The iron surface was splattered with blood again, and two drops even splashed on his eyelids.
But this made Chen Zhongyu even more excited and crazy. From the corner of his eye, he could see the dirty blood on the saber dripping down the tip, giving him a happy feeling of revenge.
Chen Zhongyu no longer cares about his own life. He has no worries anymore. He just wants to kill more Jianlu, avenge his dead relatives, and let Jianlu pay for his blood debt.
The blade of the knife licks blood, the iron cavalry moves freely, either you kill me or I kill you. This kind of excitement is most suitable for Chen Zhongyu. He doesn't care about life and death, he only cares about revenge, and he will not hesitate to risk his own life.
The war horse was galloping and jolting, and the feeling of a foreign body in his waist made Chen Zhongyu's eyes bleed even more. That was the clay tiger he picked up, and it is his little brother's favorite toy. He is only three years old——
"Kill!" Chen Zhongyu roared again, and the pent-up anger in his chest burst out, giving him greater strength and more vicious chops.
Boom, boom, boom... The heavy musketeers finished loading and, relying on their range advantage, fired a final round of dense lead bullets at the Jianlu who began to retreat.
The heavy muskets shot far and hit hard, and the concentrated fire of two hundred musketeers fully demonstrated their power.
People screamed and their horses neighed, and their horses flipped over. Nearly half of the remaining hundreds of Jianlu soldiers fell down. Even if the horses were injured, they could not escape the Zongheng cavalry who followed them and chopped them down with their sharp sabers.
Thanks to the sudden attack of the musketeers and the debut of the cavalry wall tactic, the aggressively pursuing Jianlu were beaten to a pulp and fled in panic.
Who said that Jianlu was not afraid of death? Who said that Jianlu only knew how to fight to the death without retreating? When their momentum was completely overwhelmed and fear took over their hearts, they were just as frightened and would run for their lives regardless of their heads.
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
The flying knight was so excited that after a while he straightened up his speed, he sped off in hot pursuit.
When has there ever been such a thrilling pursuit of a captive, and when have we ever seen such a miserable Jianlu? One after another, the pleasure and excitement of the chase, the excitement of the gallop, made the flying knights shout and shout, becoming more and more excited.
Exciting and excited.
The light musketeers who were ambushing in the woods rushed out with bayonets in hand. It was their task to clean up the battlefield.
The defeated Jianlu who fled had just run back. Before the one hundred Jianlu who stayed behind could figure out what was going on, hundreds of flying cavalry had already appeared in sight.
There are still three teams, although the number of people is different, but they all have high morale. They follow the road, cross the wilderness, and fight from the left, middle and right.
Run or escape?
The Jianlu officer reacted instinctively, commanding his men to speed up their horses and face the galloping enemy.
If you stay where you are and cannot increase your speed, you will definitely be at a disadvantage in the cavalry battle, or even be easily defeated.
Turning around and running away would mean abandoning food and grass, and he could not bear the responsibility of running away without fighting.
Although the enemy had a superior strength, the Jianlu officer still believed that he had the strength to fight. He didn't know how the pursuing troops were defeated, but he vaguely heard the roar of muskets in the distance.
The defeated Jianlu were unable to explain the situation in a few words, and some of them were so devastated that they could not even speak a word.
When the flying cavalry coming in pursuit saw the enemy attacking, they deliberately slowed down their horses, reorganized their formation, and once again launched the cavalry wall.
Arrows flew in, causing some casualties to the flying cavalry, but their front armor and arm shields more effectively withstood Jianlu's attack.
At a distance of more than thirty meters, the flying cavalry fired a hand crossbow, which also killed and wounded Jianlu. Then, the cavalry from both sides collided.