As the five hundred musketeers flanking the city advanced rapidly along the main road, the ambush troops also began to pursue in parallel and implemented sealing tactics.
The 1,500 musketeers had an absolute advantage in strength against the more than 500 Jianlu. Moreover, the Jianlu had suffered a heavy blow in the ambush circle and had already suffered heavy losses.
"King Khan, let's go quickly!" Several guards used their human bodies as shields to support Huang Taiji, who had an injured leg, and rushed out with all their strength.
Behind them, the musketeers were pursuing bravely, constantly firing lead bullets at the fleeing enemies. During the pursuit, they were like two arrows thrust obliquely. When the arrows closed, it was the moment when all the prisoners were surrounded.
"Charge, kill!" Wei Haishan led more than 200 soldiers, no longer firing, and pursued the dozens of prisoners in front with all their strength.
In his eyes, the fat guy occupied all his sight.
Although he was not sure, ecstasy had already risen in his heart. Regardless of whether it was true or not, looking at Jianlu's desperate efforts to protect him, he was also a big guy.
From crossbowmen to musketeers, to officers leading more than 200 men, Wei Haishan participated in most of the battles commanded by Guo Dajing. He started from the war to aid Korea, and was considered a veteran.
The reason why Wei Haishan is not a big official is not that he is not brave enough, but that he has poor learning and acceptance abilities.
For example, some people are smart and are very suitable for management positions; some people are more practical and can only do the work assigned by others.
In fact, if we follow the normal promotion rate of the Ming Army, from a soldier to a commander, platoon leader, or captain, Wei Haishan will be promoted one year at a time due to his heroic fighting, which can be considered very fast.
"Capture the slave chief alive, charge!" Wei Haishan roared with excitement, and the scars on his face trembled, making him look very ferocious.
"Kill, charge!" the soldiers shouted, bayonets drawn, and they marched forward bravely.
More troops pursued them, surrounded them in a fan shape, and quickly approached the Jianlu, who numbered less than a hundred people.
Gunshots kept coming from behind, and Jianluo was knocked down one after another. Their counterattacks only fired a few arrows.
Huang Taiji gritted his teeth, endured the pain, dragged his injured leg that was bleeding, and with the support of his guards, he tried hard to move forward. It seemed that there was still a way to survive, but his heart was occupied by misery and sorrow.
If there were war horses, he might still be able to escape, but now he is struggling to his death. Just like a chicken with its neck cut off, it can still flapping in vain on the ground a few times.
The sound of horse hoofbeats sounded, and Huang Taiji's eyes shone brightly.
That was the vanguard of the team, and only twenty or thirty people broke out of the ambush circle. In the dense rain of bullets, they suffered more than a dozen casualties, and had no choice but to run forward and get out of the range of the muskets.
Now, Jianlu, who had less than twenty riders, saw their Khan King and Huang Taiji who was being chased in embarrassment, and rushed back regardless of his own safety.
"First row, second row, shoot, hit the horses, hit the horses!" Wei Haishan roared loudly, and was so angry that he couldn't let go of the duck in the mouth, and failed in vain.
Nearly a hundred musketeers immediately stopped and nervously reloaded their guns. The remaining soldiers, led by Wei Haishan, shouted and quickened their pace, braving sparse arrows and running towards the enemy in front.
One of the musketeers was hit by an arrow and fell in the snow. The other musketeers ignored them and continued to charge wildly with only the enemy in front of them in their eyes.
The friendly troops who were attacking in a circle were getting closer and closer. From time to time, muskets roared and they fired at the enemy.
Jianlu kept falling off his horse, and his horse was constantly hit, neighing and falling, or jumping around, completely out of control.
However, seven or eight horsemen and soldiers rushed forward, dismounted, and lifted Huang Taiji onto his horse.
"You protect King Khan and go first." A guard shouted loudly, his eyes were red, and he waved his scimitar and shouted: "The others will fight with me to the death."
Dozens of captives howled loudly, waved their weapons, and turned around to launch a desperate charge.
Several Jianlu cavalry turned their horses, surrounded Huang Taiji, grabbed the horse's belly, and accelerated forward.
Guns roared, and the musketeers who had loaded their ammunition fired fiercely at Jianlu, targeting the enemy on horseback.
White smoke rose, lead bullets from light and heavy muskets shot out, people screamed and horses neighed, and three or four more soldiers or horses were hit.
Only three Jianlu were left, using their bodies and horses as human shields to protect Huang Taiji as he ran forward.
The muskets kept ringing, and the musketeers on the fan opened fire one after another, shooting lead bullets at the leader of the Jianlu who was about to escape.
Two more Jianlu fell to the ground with their horses and men, but they also blocked the bullets fired at Huang Taiji.
The muskets were still firing, but the distance had been extended, and the accuracy was limited, so Huang Taiji and the only guard luckily escaped the blow.
But it was not over yet. Horse hooves sounded rapidly, and the troops led by Wang Guozhong had opened the road. He personally led more than ten cavalry to rush out and pursue them along the road.
These dozen or so cavalry are not lances, but scouts from the Kingdom's headquarters. But no matter what type of troops they are, they are now the key to whether they can create miracles.
Wang Guozhong's eyes widened, he held the horse's belly with all his strength, and desperately urged the horse to pursue the two enemies on horseback in the distance.
The scouts' riding skills were better. Compared with the flying cavalry, their personal combat power was stronger and their equipment was better. There were two or three more cavalry who rushed to the front.
The dozens of Jianlu who turned back to charge were beaten to pieces by muskets, and then they were fiercely surrounded by soldiers with bayonets drawn. They had no time to stop the dozen cavalry from pursuing their king.
The wind whistled in his ears, and Huang Taiji lay on the horse, seemingly unable to hear the sound of gunshots and the sound of horse hooves. There was only one thought left in his mind, escape!
The coldness started from the gradually numb legs and spread to the whole body. He was bleeding a lot, making him feel that the strength in his body was also disappearing.
But there was no time to bandage, he didn't dare to stop at all, and he didn't even have the courage to look back.
Shenyang, Khan Palace, warm rooms, comfortable beds... these images flashed through Huang Taiji's mind. He was so exhausted that he really wanted to lie down and have a good sleep.
But these were all out of reach for him. Huang Taiji reluctantly opened his eyes wide, and then quickly narrowed them in the cold wind.
Wang Guozhong and other dozen riders were chasing closer and closer, not because of their superior riding skills, but because of the difference in horse power. Jianlu's horses had already traveled a long way, while their mounts had almost no consumption.
Squinting his eyes, Wang Guozhong almost leaned on the horse, staring at the enemy in front of him. The fat and broad back made him grit his teeth, and his eyes gleamed with hatred.
The only guard looked back, a look of despair appeared, but what followed immediately was absolute madness. He loosened his legs and quietly tightened the reins of the horse.
The speed of the war horse slowed down, and the Jianlu suddenly stopped the horse, glanced at the back of the figure who continued to gallop in front, turned the horse's head, waved his scimitar, roared like a wolf, and charged towards him.
If he ran away like this, he obviously couldn't escape the enemy's pursuit. He also knew how long Jianlu could be restrained if he turned back to fight.
But this was his only choice, to use his own life to fight for a slim chance of survival for their King Khan.
The war horses were getting closer and closer, and Jianlu howled loudly, hoping that the enemy would slow down and fight with him. His bravery, his fighting skills, and his desperate efforts might be able to delay some time.
But the enemy on the opposite side didn't seem to have any intention of slowing down. The three knights in the lead just scattered, wearing iron masks to see their faces clearly, only the cold light emanating from their exposed eyes.
Fifty meters, thirty meters, twenty meters...
Boom, boom! A short crossbow and a foot-long object appeared in the hands of the three cavalrymen, spitting out flames towards Jianlu and rising into clouds of white smoke.
Flintlock muskets were only issued to mid-level and high-level officers and a small number of scouts. At a very close distance, two lead bullets hit Jianlu one after another, and one hit him right in the face.
Jianlu's body was sprayed with blood, and he fell off his horse. When he fell from the horse, he still held the scimitar in his hand and tried to cut it off.
The rider directly opposite maneuvered his horse flexibly, passed by the unmanned horse, inserted his blunderbuss into his pocket, and drew out his saber.
The other two riders also put away their short muskets, held sabers in their hands, leaned forward, clung to the horse's back, urged the horse hard, and continued to pursue forward.
Two or three riders accelerated and rushed ahead, holding short muskets and hand crossbows in their hands, staring closely at the approaching enemy.
Huang Taiji is now alone, as terrified as a lost dog, but his weight and power make his chances of escape increasingly slim.
Even so, Huang Taiji still spurred his horse on and galloped forward. It is a common psychology to not just let go, even if you know it is useless, but to struggle desperately.
The cold wind whistled in his ears, but Huang Taiji still heard the clatter of horse hooves behind him, getting closer and closer.
One hundred meters, eighty meters, seventy meters...
Just when the distance was reduced to about fifty meters, the leading rider raised his short musket and hand crossbow. Although the effective range was only more than thirty meters, the enemy at this time was already within the maximum range.
It's the same when hitting a person or a horse. As long as you hit the target, the cat and mouse game will almost be over.
The enemy's horse speed has been getting slower and slower, and it is obvious that he cannot hold on for long, but the chasing riders have also lost their patience.
Boom, boom! After two gunshots, the lead bullets were shot out quickly and flew towards the target.
This was a tentative shot. Both riders raised their muzzles, hoping that the lead bullet would fly farther and leave behind the enemy in front.
However, the accuracy of the short gun was a bit disappointing. Not a single shot hit the target, whether it was a person or the horse underneath it.
He was galloping on his horse and could not reload ammunition. The rider had no choice but to put away his musket and continue to pursue the horse.
Forty meters, thirty meters...
A quarter of an hour passed, and the distance between the two sides became closer and closer. The roar of muskets sounded again. The crossbow arrows were shot out and flew towards the enemy.
The war horse under Huang Taiji suddenly jumped up and neighed in pain. He was caught off guard and was almost thrown off.
He tried his best to control the war horse, but the injured war horse jumped wildly and could not calm down. It actually jumped into the snow and grass beside the road.
The chasing cavalry caught up with them at an extremely fast speed, spread out, formed a semi-encirclement, and quickly approached.
With a mournful hiss, the already almost exhausted war horse was struck by a musket again, and finally could no longer hold on and fell down.
Huang Taiji was thrown off his horse and rolled several times in the soft snow, feeling dizzy.
The dozen or so cavalry pursuers slowed down and slowly gathered around them, staring coldly at the enemy who was already unable to escape.
Wang Guozhong had already issued an order to capture them alive. The riders put away their muskets and turned their sabers over.
No one can be sure whether this fat Jianlu is Huang Taiji, not to mention that Huang Taiji's head and face are covered with snow.
After shaking his head vigorously, Huang Taiji reluctantly stood up, but his leg injury caused him to immediately lean back and kneel on the ground on one knee.
A dozen riders approached slowly, their cold murderous aura suppressed, and even colder eyes behind the iron mask.
Ah, ah, ah! Huang Taiji took out his sword. The handle was inlaid with gold and jade, showing his unique identity.
Swinging hard, Huang Taiji turned his body left and right, gnashing his teeth, with a ferocious face, like a trapped animal that had to make a final struggle.
Damn it, what kind of look is that? It's frivolous, contemptuous, and hateful... It's like looking at a chicken waiting to be slaughtered, or looking down at an ant that can be crushed to death with one kick.
Huang Taiji had to look up at the slowly approaching enemy, which made him feel even more humiliated.
He is King Khan, and he is the supreme ruler of Dajin. In his eyes, the Han people are humble existences, and the Han people are nothing more than chickens and sheep that can be enslaved and killed at will.
"Come on, damn Han dogs." Huang Taiji roared angrily, "Kill you all, I will kill you all."
Wang Guozhong snorted coldly and took the lead in charging forward on horseback, followed by several soldiers.
The sword drew an arc and slashed down with great force. Huang Taiji raised his saber to parry. His strength was so great that he broke Guo Zhong's sword apart and slashed diagonally towards the war horse that passed by him.
Two more sabers slashed down, left and right, blocking Huang Taiji's counterattack and forcing him to struggle.
Huang Taiji screamed, and the back of a sword hit him hard on the shoulder. The bones shattered, and he sat heavily in the snow.
A horse passed by again, and the same blade swept across him horizontally and hit him in the face. The helmet flew away, teeth burst out, and blood splattered. His screams stopped abruptly and he fell on his back.
Several riders jumped off their horses, gathered around, and tied the semi-conscious Huang Taiji with ropes.
Wang Guozhong walked closer, grabbed Huang Taiji's rat tail, and looked carefully, trying to identify the bloody face.
"Damn..., are you the slave chief Tai Chi?"
Wang Guozhong's identification was somewhat futile. Even he had only seen Huang Taiji with a large banner from a distance in Nanguan. He only remembered his body shape but could not clearly see his appearance.
One of the soldiers laughed, feeling relaxed after the war, and said: "Who cares, let's get it back first. That gang of Jianlu people are trying their best to protect us, they must be a big boss."
Wang Guozhong grinned and smiled. He tore off the bad cloth from Huang Taiji and stuffed it into his Shao Ya's mouth. "Don't let him die. Big boss, you have to be cut into pieces to satisfy your hatred."
The cavalrymen laughed heartily, threw Huang Taiji on the horse's back, and embarked on their return journey like a pig on their back.