In fact, Ji Zhonglun had already set his sights on Maiser on the opposite side. When he galloped up for the first time, he stabbed left and right with the tiger spear in his hand, knocking down two Tatar cavalrymen one after another.
Jia La Zhang Jing staggered.
This time, he stood upright and rushed towards Meser. His body was also extremely strong and strong. Although he was less than thirty years old, he was also a veteran who had experienced many battles on the battlefield. He was promoted to the capital after accumulating merit, and he was full of fighting skills.
Ji Zhonglun and Maisel, one holding a tiger spear and the other waving a flag gun, both roared loudly and ran towards one place.
In an instant, Meisel saw the black tassel floating on the helmet of the Ming army general opposite and wearing fine armor. Meisel knew that even if this Ming general was not the leader of the team, he was still a vanguard.
Based on the idea of catching the thief first, he also targeted Ji Zhonglun early on.
Meisel shouted loudly, swung the flag gun in his hand and swept across it. With such force, the triangular flag under the tip of the gun flew in the wind. It looked indeed majestic, but it also slowed down the speed.
Ji Zhonglun originally wanted to stab him directly with his tiger spear, but upon seeing this, he immediately changed his intention to attack at an angle and swung Meiser's flag spear away.
After all, the tiger spear was much longer than the flag spear. The two horses intersected, blood spattered, and lightning flashed. Ji Zhonglun's tiger spear took advantage of the force and stabbed forward, while Maisel dodged slightly.
Ji Zhonglun's tiger spear stabbed right next to his left arm, bringing out a cloud of blood mist. Perhaps a large piece of flesh and blood on Maiser's left arm was gone.
After the two horses crossed the stirrups, they did not run away. They made the same spin and looked at each other again. Everyone's eyes were full of caution. They ignored the shouts of fighting around them and only focused on the other side.
's opponent.
Meisel seemed to know that his flag gun was shorter than the general's tiger gun. He did not want to suffer this disadvantage again. He still held the flag gun tightly with his left hand, but quietly held an iron whip in his right hand.
"kill……"
They shouted angrily at the same time and started fighting again.
Meisel thrust his flag gun straight with his left hand. Ji Zhonglun had the experience from the previous time. This time, he also used the force of his tiger spear to swing Meisel's flag gun away. Moreover, the move was not too old and was still stable.
Stab straight towards Messer.
However, the cunning Maiser, under the cover of the flag gun's triangle, quickly flipped his right hand and struck Ji Zhonglun on the head with an iron whip from top to bottom.
Although Ji Zhonglun was concentrating on Maisel, he never thought that he had an iron whip in his right hand. Suddenly, it was too late to dodge, and the tiger spear thrust forward, and even if he wanted to block it, it was too late.
Fortunately, Ji Zhonglun stayed calm in the face of danger. He knew that this whip was destined to be unavoidable.
Therefore, his attack with the tiger spear continued unabated, and Ji Zhonglun's figure turned slightly to the right, intending to avoid the head and use his shoulders to resist the whip.
Of course, he didn't mean to take the iron whip forcefully. He wanted to use the force of the tiger spear to stab him, and at the same time lowered his shoulders to relieve part of the force of the whip.
The blade of Ji Zhonglun's Tiger Spear also had a thin layer of dark red color, obviously stained with the enemy's blood, and exuded a permeating cold air.
The tiger spear took advantage of the momentum of the horse's forward charge, and with a "chi" sound, it penetrated directly into the inside of Jia Lazhang Jingmeiser's left shoulder. The cold and sharp spear points penetrated all the way, all the way to the gun blade sheath, left and right.
Ending at a short length of antlers.
Even so, the long blade of Ji Zhonglun's tiger spear pierced Maiser's shoulder, and the tip of the spear emerged from the gap between his shoulder blades on his back.
A cavalry duel far exceeds the cruelty of a battle between infantry. In addition to courage and combat skills, it also requires rich battlefield fighting experience and keen prediction.
Because the horses of both sides are extremely fast, as the saying goes, "a slight difference can lead to a loss of a thousand miles." Once the prediction is wrong, there will be no room for recovery, and it will directly end in death.
Obviously, Maisel is also a veteran who has been on the battlefield for decades, and was awarded the title of Jia La Zhang Jing of the Bagala Camp of the Zhengbai Banner of the Qing Dynasty. His fighting skills on the battlefield are indeed extraordinary.
Whether it is his experience of fighting on the battlefield or his ability to predict the enemy's movements, he is very outstanding among the Tatar army.
But at this moment, Jia Lazhang Jingmaise had a look of pain and annoyance on his face.
When he was shot in the left shoulder, he swung the iron whip with his right hand and hit Ji Zhonglun's left shoulder hard. With a muffled "bang", the iron armor on Ji Zhonglun's shoulder was cracked.
But what annoyed him was that Ji Zhonglun was too cunning. He used the action of retracting his elbows and shoulders to relieve part of the force of the iron whip. Meisel was also shot in the left shoulder. In pain, his hand
The strength is naturally a little less.
But even so, Ji Zhonglun's left shoulder was also torn apart and bleeding profusely. He was in pain and could no longer hold the tiger spear. He roared loudly and fell on the horse's neck before running forward.
Meisel was also brave. Although he was not as good as chasing Ji Zhonglun, the moment Ji Zhonglun gave up the tiger spear, he threw away the iron whip and grabbed the lower third of the tiger spear head.
"Ah...ah..."
He raised his head and roared loudly, and with all his strength, he pulled out the tiger gun inserted into his left shoulder with his right hand. As the tiger gun left his shoulder, a stream of bright red immediately spurted out from the blood hole at the wound.
It splashed out and caused a stir.
However, the moment Maisel drew his gun, a Ningyuan Army knight rushed up from behind and slashed his neck with his long sword using the impact of the horse.
At this moment, Meisel exerted all his strength to pull out the tiger spear that pierced his shoulder. He was unable to block it anymore. Moreover, even if he had the intention to dodge, all his strength was exhausted the moment he pulled out the tiger spear.
His whole body was frozen there. Although he knew that he was destined to be unable to dodge the long knife that was coming towards him, he was still unwilling to retreat and admit defeat due to his cruel nature.
Maisel resisted the excruciating pain in his left shoulder and once again concentrated all his strength on his right arm. He did not dodge the long knife that was coming towards him, but instead raised his tiger spear and swung it with great force towards the oncoming attacker.
Horse legs of Ming army knights.
"Dang...dang rang...rang rang..."
After a crisp sound, another series of trembling sounds came, and then a loud "bang" sound was heard.
It turned out that Baya Lafende Bashiku, who had been accompanying Maisel, arrived in time. He rode forward and charged forward, waving the big ax in his hand to block the oncoming long sword.
Although the Mingqi who rushed from the opposite side failed to cut down Meisel as he wished, Meisel's tiger spear actually hit the front leg of his horse. The horse was in pain and immediately fell on the front hooves.
On the ground.
The Mingqiu on horseback also rolled and fell from his horse in the midst of the lightning and flint. Although he failed to hit Maisel, he was not injured. With the force of the horse falling forward, he also rolled forward repeatedly.
At this time, the Ming cavalry behind them rushed forward one after another. The Bajala was sent to Bashiku, so he had to shout to the Tatar cavalry beside him to protect the injured Jia La Zhangjing Meser.
Maisel had no time to bandage the wound at this moment, so he could only let the blood flow from his shoulder. He endured the pain, pulled out the heavy sword from the back of Naba Yala Fen De Poshi Ku, and held it in his hand.
Due to excessive bleeding, Maisel's face was almost bloodless and as pale as the pure white flag armor on his body. But even so, he still waved the heavy sword with all his strength and chopped down two Ming army knights one after another.
.
But as time passed, the Tatar soldiers became fewer and fewer as they fought, while the Mingqi on the opposite side continued to charge forward as if they had been there for a long time.
Suddenly, a bright general rushed over. His armor was the same as that of the bright general in front. He had bright armor, a large breast shield on his chest, and he also held a tiger gun in his hand.
Maisel just barely managed to avoid the spear thrust by a knight. When the knight and his horses were intertwined, he turned around and struck down hard with his heavy sword. He was slashing on the knight's back, creating a long and deep gash.
Bloody mouth, sudden bleeding in the stool.
The knight fell off his horse with a loud howl and never got up again.
However, Meser Sui Rao dodged the spear and killed the Ming army knight, but he could not stop another tiger spear that followed.
In the flash of lightning, Maisel only had time to avoid the vital part of his chest, and the long tip of the tiger spear was pierced right next to his right rib.
Blood rain suddenly spurted out, and the heavy and sharp tiger spear, relying on the momentum of the war horse, instantly broke through the fine armor leaves on Maisel's armpits, broke through the cotton layer inside him, and broke through the innermost lock.
Armor, suddenly passed through the body, and even a long spear tip was exposed behind Messer.
Meisel only felt that all the strength in his body was completely drained away at once, and he couldn't help but have a sad smile on his face.
"Bang! Bang! Bang..."
The sound of gunfire like exploding beans suddenly kept ringing out. The Bajala who had been following Maiser was wielding his long ax and was about to strike at the Ming general who had just stabbed Maiser.
go.
However, at this critical moment, a small group of Ming army knights rushed forward on horseback, and they fired a burst of three-eyed blunderbuss.
Nabagara was assigned to Bashiku's left and right shoulder pads, armpit pads, black-painted helmet, front guard and abdominal pads, etc. Even the horse under his crotch erupted into streams of blood mist.
He didn't even scream or howl, he just rolled straight off the horse, only his big eyes were still wide open, seeming to reveal full of unwillingness.
The Tatars fought more and more fiercely, but they also fought less and less, almost to the point of being pitiable.
The Tatars on both wings were no longer able to resist the Ming Cavalry and were driven to the center. However, the Ming Cavalry on the two wings did not join the fighting on the center side.
They only rushed back and forth between the north and south sides, either igniting three-eyed muskets and shooting, or occasionally shooting arrows, and some Ming knights threw javelins.
Like the Tatars, at this time, the cavalry in the border towns in the northern part of the Ming Dynasty were also skilled in throwing weapons such as spears.
When their cavalry goes into battle, most of them can also mount and shoot. This is the most basic skill of cavalry, just like horseback slashing. However, after the rise of firearms, many northern cavalry have switched to using three-eyed guns for convenience.
The three-eyed blunderbuss can not only shoot blunderbuss at the enemy, most of which will be difficult to survive, but also has a loud sound, which can also scare the enemy. Moreover, there is no need to close the bow and get another cold weapon like a bow and arrow.
Only then can we fight.
This three-eyed blunderbuss is made of fine iron. After firing, it can be held in the hand and used as a hammer. When fighting is about to begin, the step of changing another cold weapon is omitted.
In addition, there are throwing weapons. Almost everyone in the Ming Army cavalry has throwing weapons, but they are somewhat different from the Tatars.
The Tatars have a wide variety of javelins, throwing axes, and iron bones, and they are almost equipped according to everyone's preferences.
But this was not the case for the Ming army. Their throwing weapons were all standard, and they only had one type: lances. However, by the end of the Ming Dynasty, lances were rarely seen in most border towns.
At this moment, the Tatar soldiers were struggling to fight in the front and could hardly take advantage. However, they still had to face constant attacks from the knights of Ningyuan Army on both wings.
Such a situation caused these Tatar soldiers to focus on one thing and not the other, and most of them were unable to display their martial arts.
Maisel has become the main target of all Ningyuan Army soldiers. First, Ji Zhonglun stabbed him in the left shoulder, and just now, another Ningyuan Town Commander Li Qinggong rode up and pierced his shoulder again.
Right rib.
After that, another burst of bullets came. Next to Maiser, only on his right side was a Tatar with a straight white flag with a swollen face. Although he was hit by a bullet in his right arm, he was still alive.
His figure swayed, but he still had the courage to do so.
Hearing a loud roar, his whole body suddenly stood upright from the saddle, and the long-handled knife in his hand drew a perfect arc and slashed diagonally.
The blood mist suddenly exploded, and a Ningyuan Army knight came towards him. His entire upper body and more than half of his horse's head were chopped off by the heavy and sharp long-handled sword.
But before the Tatar's share of Pashiku could be happy, he heard the roar of grief and indignation from the other side.
Shiku turned around when the Tatar was able to move, and saw a heavy horse spear coming straight towards him, piercing through his throat. The momentum of the war horse made the Tatar even move.
Shiku fell backwards and rolled heavily to the ground.
His eyes were blurry, his light was gone, the blood on his neck gushes out like a fountain, and the bloody pieces in his mouth kept pouring out, staining his neck protector and the armor leaves on his chest red.
He seemed to be struggling to crawl, but soon several war horses ran by, and their iron hoofs stepped heavily on his head...
…………
The war was short and cruel, and it seemed to happen in the blink of an eye. Almost all the Bagaras beside Maiser died, and even the hundreds of Tatars were extremely few left.
The flag gun he originally held in his left hand and the tiger gun in his right hand were both missing.
At this moment, Maisel's face was pale and he was breathing heavily. Blood and saliva gushed out from the corners of his mouth from time to time. There was still bright red blood gushing out from his left shoulder and right ribs.
His right hand was still holding the heavy sword with great difficulty. The spear that had penetrated his body at the right side of his body had been cut off by him, leaving only the long bloody spear tip behind his body exposed.
Looking at the remaining warriors around them who seemed to be covered in bruises, and then looking at the endless stream of knights from the Ningyuan Army in front of them, rushing in one after another, it seemed endless.
Maisel felt as if he had fallen into a cold cave. Suddenly he howled, raised the heavy sword in his right hand with difficulty, and roared loudly: "Warriors of the Qing Dynasty, let us die here!"