They are all experienced veterans. They chase to the end and retreat when encountering obstacles. Liu Xingzuo, who is in control of the flying cavalry, will naturally have a sense of proportion.
How could Liu Xingzuo not know how valuable the flying cavalry was and how much Guo Dajing valued it? Guo Dajing believed in him, and he would not disappoint Guo Dajing.
The battle has progressed to this point. With its superior strength and firepower, the Dongjiang Army has withstood the fierce attack of Jianlu, but the casualties are also considerable.
What can really increase the casualty ratio is the pursuit after defeating the enemy. Now it may be one to one, but after a successful pursuit, it may be one to two, or even more.
At this time, Jierhalang and Dudu on the battlefield also lost the confidence to defeat the enemy and began to retreat.
The cavalry has speed and impact. They took the lead in attacking and wanted to rely on these two advantages to defeat the enemy and then pursue them while they were victorious.
However, the enemy withstood their fierce attack with a flexible battle formation, tenacious fighting will, powerful firepower, and superior troops.
As time went by, the cavalry's advantage was being lost, and they were entering a war of attrition that they least expected.
Although several of the enemy's small battle formations were defeated, the enemy's rapid replenishment still stabilized the battle situation, making the entire battle situation increasingly unfavorable to them.
Du Du led his troops to retreat again. The enemy in the frontal battle was strong in force and fierce in firepower, and remained motionless under repeated attacks.
"We can't count on the defenders of Crow Falcon Pass." Du Du's face was smoky and he was panting heavily. He said to Jierhalang: "The enemy's strength is unexpected. Keep fighting.
, I’m afraid I have to spend all my time here.”
Jirhalang also realized that there was no hope of victory. Even if he defeated the enemy on the front or flanks, it would not be able to reverse the entire battle situation.
Just as Du Du said, Jierhalang had to admit that he underestimated the enemy's strength. The enemy had tens of thousands of infantry alone, and coupled with five or six thousand cavalry, it was no longer a strength they could shake.
The gunfire from the direction of Crow Falcon Pass has become sparse. Either the enemy failed to attack the pass and retreated; or the pass has been broken and the defenders retreated.
But no matter which ending it is, it is no longer realistic to expect the friendly forces of Crow Falcon Pass to attack the pass. Instead of continuing to fight with the enemy here, it is better to retreat temporarily, save some strength, and wait and see what happens.
Jirhalang made a decision, but still hesitated to look at the battlefield on the flank.
Turg was still leading his troops to fight, rushing left and right, fighting in a melee with the enemy, but once again failed to attack the enemy's artillery position, which meant that it was difficult to turn around.
"You lead the troops to retreat first." Jilharang turned around and said to Du Du: "I will hold the retreat for Turge here."
Du Du didn't hesitate much. After all, the troops he led had suffered heavy casualties, and Jierhalang's troops were still relatively intact.
Due to the losses in the two interceptions and the remaining 1,000 men and horses, the Jianlu troops in this battle were less than 6,000.
And so far, nearly half of the casualties have been lost, but the enemy shows no sign of collapse. It's no wonder that Dudu and Jilhalang have lost the confidence to fight again.
The Jianlu troops showed signs of retreat, and the Dongjiang Army was also ready for a counterattack.
To be honest, Mao Chenglu launched his counterattack a little late. But since Guo Dajing decentralized the command power, he would no longer change it midway, nor would he intervene, or even make suggestions.
Everyone learns and progresses through practice, which is an inevitable stage of growth. Sum up the experience and lessons this time, and you will do better next time.
Hundreds of rockets flew into the air, densely glowing with tail flames. They looked powerful and intimidating enough to make the Jianlu who witnessed this scene tremble and fear.
The overwhelming bombardment was all concentrated on Jianlu in front. In an area two to three hundred meters long and fifty to sixty meters wide, explosions occurred one after another, and flames burst out.
If you look down from the air, it is a very spectacular scene, and Guo Dajing likes to see it the most. Because it has the shadow of the battlefields he has seen in later generations.
Although it cannot achieve carpet-like coverage, and the power of rockets is far inferior to that of loaded explosives, the sound and light effects are still quite stunning.
Mao Chenglu showed a ferocious smile, hesitated for a moment, and looked behind the formation, but did not see any flags. He turned back to look at the battlefield, but hesitated and did not immediately issue an order to charge and counterattack.
The time to counterattack had come, but he wanted to wait a little longer for another round of rocket bombardment, which would make the rebels even more confused and cause greater casualties.
The accuracy of the rockets cannot be complimented, and the lack of accuracy can only be made up for by quantity. However, such a concentrated fire bombardment is even more powerful because of its wide area and large dispersion rate.
Observing the situation on the battlefield, Liu Xingzuo frowned slightly with dissatisfaction. But seeing that Guo Dajing was very calm, he had no choice but to loosen his hand on the handle of the knife.
This is the function of worship. Even if Guo Dajing did it this way, Liu Xingzuo would think it was clever and would not think it was too late.
In less than half a minute, the rocket launcher fired again, inflicting another heavy blow to the retreating Jianlu.
Before the explosion completely subsided, three flag-flower rockets screamed into the air and exploded one after another, making a loud noise of counterattack.
"Come on, kill!"
"Kill, charge!"
There were shouts in the battle formation, and rows of musketeers stepped forward, bayonets drawn, and gradually increased their speed and began to trot.
The roaring sound of horse hooves also sounded, getting faster and faster, like a rapid war drum, beating on people's hearts.
Liu Xingzuo led his flying cavalry and suddenly attacked from the flank of the battle formation, like a surging torrent, sweeping towards the Jianlu in the wilderness.
The Jianlu, who had begun to retreat from the front, were continuously bombarded by intensive rockets. They were already in chaos, and the opponent's sudden counterattack made it even more difficult for them to regroup.
The attacking battle formation was like a monster spitting flames. Thousands of musketeers pressed forward, and the Jianlu who had turned around and retreated were completely unable to resist.
The whimpering horn sounded like weeping, and the order to retreat completely made the Jianlu have no fighting spirit.
Even if Jierhalang sent the last men and horses in his hands to respond, it only caused the Dongjiang Army's advance to pause for a moment.
The rocket launcher, which quickly adjusted its angle, was fired again at the maximum range. The bombardment area was concentrated at the mouth of the trumpet. The retreating Jianlu were even more confused amid the rising fireworks and explosions.
"Kill, kill!"
Turge's troops, who had retreated hastily, faced the charging flying cavalry. Unwilling to be cut off at the waist, they turned their horses around and charged forward crazily.
Up to this point in the battle, Jianlu had not even lost many arrows, and he could only shoot a few arrows with all his strength, causing very little damage to the flying cavalry.
Some of the flying riders fell off their horses, while the remaining riders clung to their horses, staring intently at Jianlu, who was rapidly approaching in front of them. At a distance of less than thirty meters, they quickly raised their crossbows.
Crossbow arrows were fired continuously, either by people or horses. Jianlu, who was rushing in front, was caught off guard. The people and horses stumbled, and there was a period of chaos.
After the flying cavalry fired the hand crossbow, he stopped loading the arrows, stuffed it into the leather bag behind the saddle, skillfully drew out the saber, drew a beautiful arc, raised it high in the air, and let out an exciting killing cry.
After repeated trials, the flying cavalry finally abandoned the flintlock short muskets and replaced all hand crossbows. When the effective range was about the same, the hand crossbows could be loaded on horseback, but the short muskets were very difficult and too slow.
The neighing of war horses, crazy shouts, the clash of weapons, the two torrents violently collided together, and screams and wails could be heard endlessly as flesh and blood spattered.
Compared with Jianlu, who had been fighting for a long time, Feiqi, who had been recharging his energy for a long time, had a physical advantage whether it was a man or a horse.
In terms of military strength, the Flying Cavalry also had a two-to-one advantage. Jianlu was even less mentally prepared to fight tooth and nail. They counterattacked frantically, but they had no intention of dying together.
The Jianzhou warriors who rushed in front fell off their horses one after another, and the enemy's horizontal cavalry also thinned out. Turg was both angry and shocked. The confrontation on horseback was actually evenly matched, or even at a disadvantage?
The already scattered enemy cavalry gathered to the right and galloped diagonally. In the continued impact and fighting, they gradually dodged the frontal collision.
A very tight cavalry team appeared in front of Turg's eyes. The speed was not very fast, but it hit them like an iron wall, full of oppression and shock.
There was another collision and fighting, and the result still made Turg unbelievable. The Jianlu in front of him did not show any proficient and amazing martial arts, and they were chopped off their horses one after another.
Although the enemy cavalry also suffered losses, the number was not large, which was not the result Turg wanted at all.
In Turg's impression, there were very few battles with the Ming cavalry, but the gap in riding and martial arts skills was obvious. He was confident that one Jianzhou warrior could fight three or four, or even five or six.
But the reality of the scene shocked Turg. He realized that the enemy's cavalry had been shrinking behind the original car. It was not that they could not defeat it, but that they had to choose the best time to attack.
Perhaps the Kosei Asobe was also defeated in a battle with the enemy's cavalry, and it was not the kind of battle they imagined.
At this point in his thoughts, Turg could no longer control the progress of the battle, and the enemy's cavalry was already approaching.
The black iron mask only has cold eyes, but the masks are not exactly the same. Some cavalrymen use white paint to draw patterns on them, some are random, and some are stylish.
Beng, Beng, Beng... As usual, Flying Cavalry is shooting with a hand crossbow. Regardless of whether the target is a human or a horse, the accuracy within thirty meters is still quite good.
There is a mode of fighting with infantry. If you can fight at a distance, you will never fight at close range. Let’s look at your face first.
Jianluo was falling off his horse next to him. Turge clung to the horse's back and dodged the crossbow arrows that flew past his head. He quickly stood up, roared "kill" and raised his scimitar.
The war horse suddenly screamed and stood upright. He could not dodge all the several crossbow arrows. The injured war horse jumped and ran wildly. Turg struggled to control it, and the enemy cavalry on the opposite side had already rushed to kill him.
The sabers slashed at him from the left and right sides, Turg scrambled to parry, his arms were numb, but he was lucky not to be hit, and two strong winds blew past him.
The war horse plopped to the ground, and Turg also fell to the ground. He climbed up with dirt all over his body. He was alone without his companions. There were broken limbs and broken swords and guns on the ground.
Looking up, he saw a wall of cavalry rushing over again, their iron hooves tumbling, and the ground was shaking.
"Ah!" Turg let out a wolf-like howl, holding a scimitar in a fighting posture.
The enemy cavalry on the opposite side was getting closer and closer. In their eyes, Turg was like a fool, looking ridiculous and despicable.
Several crossbow arrows were fired at them, so close that it was difficult for Turge to block and dodge. He was hit by arrows one after another on his face, shoulders, and legs.
The armor protected his shoulders, but he was shot in the face and legs. Turg, whose face was covered in blood, was half kneeling on the ground, gnashing his teeth and waving the scimitar in vain.
Two cavalrymen galloped past him, their sabers slashing left and right. As blood and flesh flew everywhere, Turg collapsed, his head showing a weird angle, and blood spewed out from his neck.
Chen Zhongyu kept the flag gun in his hand tilted forward and led a group of flying cavalry to gallop forward unhurriedly. He didn't bother to take a second look at the guy who looked like a slave chief just now.
All the captives, whether slaves, chiefs or soldiers, deserve to die, it is only a matter of time.
For a veteran on the battlefield like Chen Zhongyu, who had even participated in the Zunhua War, killing Jianlu was a common occurrence and it was difficult to stir up trouble in his heart.
There were fewer and fewer Jianlu in the front, and the attacking flying cavalry had penetrated the Jianlu team on the flank battlefield. After a little reorganization, they adjusted their direction and killed the Jianlu who were retreating along the main road.
The last volley of rocket launchers hit hundreds of rockets on the road at the junction of mountains, forests and wilderness. The rebels turned from retreating to retreating. They suffered casualties and became even more chaotic.
Before the smoke of gunpowder had completely dissipated, the flying cavalry had already rushed in from the slant, passed over the fireworks and bomb craters, and continued to pursue Jianlu along the road.
At this time, all the Dongjiang troops on the battlefield launched a counterattack. Even the infantry, even the new recruits, gave out excited shouts and moved forward to pursue them bravely.
The remaining Jian prisoners on the battlefield were like bereaved dogs, fleeing east and west in a panic. Under the musket fire from all directions, they were knocked to the ground like wild dogs.
Guo Dajing breathed out a long breath. Even though he had already secured victory, the arrival of the final victory still made him feel relaxed, gratified and joyful.
With similar weapons and equipment, he was not dissatisfied that he could achieve this result with the Jianlu cavalry. Although he knew that in the Battle of Baliqiao in history, the result of the cavalry attacking the infantry formation was even more tragic.
But that kind of battle cannot be replicated. At least, the infantry in this battle did not have time to dig trenches in advance. And even simple fortifications can play a great role in reducing casualties.
Several cavalry galloped from behind, dismounted and saluted in front of Guo Dajing, "Inform Commander Guo that Crow Falcon Pass has been captured by General Li and General Feng, and General Li is leading his troops to assist in the battle."
Guo Dajing nodded and said with a smile: "Go quickly and inform General Li that our army has won a complete victory. Let him lead his troops to garrison at Crow Falcon Pass and wait for the army to enter the pass."
Although conquering Crow Falcon Pass is not unexpected, even if we attack again after defeating the Jianlu pursuers, the outcome will not change. But this is indeed good news, and it also declares the perfect end of this operation.