In the blink of an eye, Zhu Biao was surrounded by only 50,000 Chinese soldiers guarding him, and the rear army was moving slowly in accordance with the instructions.
This was the best opportunity for Wang Baobao. Zhu Biao looked at the muskets on the waists of the pro-soldiers beside him and felt reassured. Without this, he would not take the risk.
Suddenly, the soldiers on the outside of the central army suddenly raised their muskets to the side. The ground seemed to be shaking, and the rumbling sound clearly told them that a large group of cavalry was charging towards here.
Quan Xu gave an order, and the 30,000 pro-army troops raised their muskets and quickly formed a formation.
Three-stage attack is just a general term. As long as there are enough people, it can be six-stage attack or nine-stage attack.
The spear formation that had been rehearsed countless times quickly took shape, but the opponent's cavalry charged faster. They roared like a pack of wolves gathering in the forest, and rushed within a hundred meters in the blink of an eye.
The sound of the black cavalry and the roar of huge horseshoes resounded throughout the world. Even the soldiers of the front army who were chasing and fighting heard it. The soldiers at the end were already reining in their horses and rushing to the aid of the Chinese army.
Even the soldiers knew the importance of the central army. If the central army was taken out, then their victory would be considered a defeat.
As the voices from behind came, Li Wenzhong found it difficult to control the army. At this time, a flag suddenly stood up and waved a few times, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.
"Chang Shuai? Chang Shuai! Let's go back quickly to help the Chinese army!"
There was a huge crowd of soldiers, and the people behind could only see their heads in front. When they saw the Chinese flag, everyone felt at ease. The flag was waved, and the order was to ignore the rear and march forward bravely!
The school officers who understood the flag language naturally felt relieved. There was someone on top. They didn't care about the prince, and it was not their turn to behead him.
Li Wenzhong rode his horse to Chang Zi's flag, looked at the cold-faced Chang Yuchun and said, "Why don't we send some people to help? I really can't worry about it!"
Chang Yuchun shook his head: "The opponents were all Qingqi. We turned around and they ran away. Wang Baobao was a famous general in the world. He had already guessed that Bei Yuan's plan was exposed. But he still attacked the Chinese army because he was confident that his strength would be enough to reverse the situation.
War situation."
Li Wenzhong didn't say anything. On the battlefield, the real fool is to treat the opponent as a fool. Wang Baobao was a hero who was called "the most amazing man in the world" by Zhu Yuanzhang.
The strategies of both sides are not difficult to guess. Who fell into the trap depends on whether Zhu Biao can withstand Wang Baobao's attack. If not, Wang Baobao will carry Zhu Biao's head and the flag of the Chinese army commander and attack directly.
The fleeing Prince of Beiyuan would climb up and shout that he should have tens of thousands of elites who had not participated in the battle. With this, he could directly reverse the situation and attack the Ming army, which was in disarray, from both front and rear.
But if Zhu Biao resists, the rear army will cut off Wang Baobao's retreat. After the front army wins, it will counterattack, forming a dragnet to wipe out Wang Baobao's cavalry.
Therefore, everything depends on Zhu Biao's central army. Victory or defeat depends on this move. Wang Baobao is very confident, and so is Zhu Biao.
Wang Baobao's cavalry approached within 100 meters and began the mounted shooting that the Mongolian army was best at. An overwhelming rain of arrows fell on the Ming army. Although they also held shields for defense, there were still many casualties.
Today's fire guns have no lethality at a distance of 100 meters, but bows and arrows are different. This is why the Yuan Dynasty army still prefers bows and arrows.
In an instant, the enemy troops advanced to fifty meters. Only then did the firecrackers play their due role. As countless shotguns erupted from the muzzles of the firecrackers, the Beiyuan cavalry fell down row by row, some of them human beings.
, more horses.
Due to the limited power of the fire cannons, they did not die after falling down. While they were struggling painfully on the ground, they were not only likely to crush their owners to death, but also seriously hinder the cavalry behind them.
But even such a threat did not scare these cavalrymen. They shouted and continued to charge, not caring about their fallen compatriots. The horses' hooves trampled them past, and the fallen people and horses turned into pulp.
Zhu Biao held the hilt of his sword and looked at the approaching Qingqi. He waved his left hand and waved the command flag behind him. Lan Yu led 20,000 cavalry and set off. However, he did not attack head-on, but continued to attack.
The opponent's flank.
The opponent sacrificed tens of thousands of people and finally broke through the blockade of firecrackers. The firecrackers in front dropped the firecrackers in their hands, took out their spears, put the end on the ground, pointed the spear tip diagonally, and stared at the approaching people with crazy faces.
The closer the horses.
Spears pierced the horses that rushed over, but they were also knocked away by the horses, and their chests were dented. They fell to the ground like broken puppets, spitting out blood, and their eyes dimmed.
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Wang Baobao's cavalry directly tore through several blockades with its huge impact. He swung his scimitar and harvested the heads of the Ming army with a ferocious smile.
It cost Zhu Biao nearly 10,000 lives to withstand the opponent's charge. What followed was the most brutal hand-to-hand combat, with soldiers on both sides showing terrifying will.
Both sides had already suffered more than one-fifth of their casualties. You must know that the Beiyuan army had only suffered one-tenth of its casualties, and it had already begun to collapse.
The current limitations of firearms are still too great, with short range, low power, and slow reloading. If the effective range could reach one hundred meters and the reloading speed could be faster, then Wang Baobao's army, no matter how elite it was, would have been defeated long ago.
Zhu Biao was a little heartbroken. The casualties were too tragic. Everywhere he looked, there were soldiers screaming and fighting. Lan Yu took advantage of the opponent's charging momentum to subside and started charging continuously, attacking the opponent's weak points.
Then, under the command of Liu Bowen, the rear army did not waste any time, desperately forming an encirclement, and closing the net inward little by little.
Under Wang Baobao's flag, a heroic middle-aged man stared at the Ming army's flag. The bearded man on the side persuaded in Mongolian: "King of Henan, retreat! The Ming army will completely block our retreat.
Now we can still rush out."
Wang Baobao was silent for a while and said: "If we withdraw this time, we will have no choice but to flee back to the grassland. There will be no chance of coming back."
The man advised: "With your prestige, even if you reach the grassland, you will still be the King of Henan and the Prime Minister of Zhongshu Zuo!"
Wang Baobao glanced in the direction of Nanjing: "It's enough that I lost to Zhu Yuanzhang, am I going to be driven back to the grassland by his son?"
Wang Baobao shook his head and said: "I have lived my whole life. Instead of going back to the grassland to fight for power and profit with those trash, I would rather die in the Central Plains!"
What more persuasion did the confidant want? Wang Baobao rode his horse and whipped his whip, and personally led his troops to charge over. The handsome flag was flying behind him. When the Mongolian cavalry saw the handsome flag coming up, they all seemed to go crazy and overran them in an instant.
The Ming army.
When Zhu Biao saw it, a smile appeared on his face. If Wang Baobao escaped, there was really nothing he could do.
Zhu Biao suppressed his smile, slowly drew out his long sword, and raised the same handsome flag. When Lan Yu and Quan Xu on the front line saw the handsome flag being pressed, they started to counterattack Wang Baobao's army crazily.
Although this was only a battle of more than 100,000 people, it was far more brutal than the battle of 300,000 people just now. Both sides were the best of the best, and no one side could hold an overwhelming advantage.