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Chapter 697 Cavalry Charge
The bows and arrows of the Ming army and the Tartars hit each other, and the Tartars' archers were gradually gaining the upper hand.

Although the Ming army occupies a condescending position, it is indeed inferior to the Tartars in terms of shooting skills alone. This gap may not be obvious at the beginning, but it will become apparent after a few rounds of shooting.

Seeing the Tartars gradually approaching, the cavalry on standby on the top of the mountain also became nervous. They were already riding their horses, waiting for the command to charge the master.

The Flang cannon of the Ming army fired five rounds, but there were not enough blunderbusses, and it was already a display. The blunderbusses were still being reloaded, and the rocket box was empty.

Fortunately, the previous bombardment had already destroyed the Tartar shield chariot seven to eighty-eight, and with the addition of rockets and blunderbusses, two or three hundred of the Tartar soldiers on the opposite side fell to the ground. encouraged.

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Finally, after paying the price of dozens of casualties, the Tartars moved away from the horses blocking the broken shield chariot, and hand-to-hand combat was inevitable.

With the waving of the letter flag, smoke and dust rose in the direction of the Tartar bandit formation, and those Manchurian Zhenghong flags in heavy armor and red flag Tartar vests were driving their horses and slowly approaching the Ming army infantry camp.

And after the Tartars' cavalry in vests, there were Ba Yala soldiers in bright armor and armor. It seemed that the Tartars wanted to use cavalry to charge the formation?
Liu Zhaoji, the general soldier of Liaodong, frowned deeply. The Tartars paid too much money, and they dared to charge forward with more than ten thousand elites?

Seeing these Tartar heavy cavalry slowly spread out into a fan shape, they seemed to have surrounded the hillside where I was on three sides. The iron cavalry rolled towards the ground with great momentum. Finally a big change.

At this time, a general on the top of the mountain shouted: "Commander, the captives are coming up!"

Liu Zhaoji nodded and said nothing, but still stared intently, only to see smoke and dust billowing, large groups of Tartar cavalry came from three sides.

His face sank like water, he snorted coldly, and said: "Shuai Yang's Xuanzhen soldiers and horses are about to catch up, the Tartars are throwing themselves into a trap. Order the infantry camp, and I must strictly guard the front line of defense."

Liu Zhaoji has nearly 4000 cavalry troops, and six or seven infantry troops, so he is naturally not afraid of the Tartars.

At that moment, I asked Zheng Yilin, deputy general of the Xingshan Defense Battalion, to lead more than [-] cavalry from the headquarters, to go forward to protect the left wing, and to call up one of the generals under his command, to lead a thousand cavalry to protect the right wing.

He looked at the infantry battalion directly in front of him. There were nearly 2000 Tatar heavy cavalrymen rushing in. Liu Zhaoji, the general soldier of Liaodong, looked dignified. He knew that today would be a tough battle, and now he only hoped that Yang Guozhu, the general soldier of Xuanzhen, would hurry up. come up.

During the charge of the Tatar cavalry, the Ming army's infantry battalion made loud noises. The sword and shield soldiers of the infantry battalion, as well as the cold soldiers with spears, broadswords, long axes and other weapons, all had serious expressions, and their hands were full of sweat. Live on the armor and wipe it.

Seeing that the Tartars were about to rush to the front of the infantry, Liu Cheng, the general, came to the commander-in-chief Liu Zhaoji, and said, "Handsome, the Tartars are approaching, do you want to charge?"

Liu Zhaoji looked solemn, and said in a deep voice: "Tell Liu Qiang to lead a thousand horses to prepare, and you lead the Ding team not to move!"

As the general soldier of Liaodong, he also has 600 family members and soldiers under him. Although compared with the ancestors and Wu families, it is indeed too small, but this is all his family assets.

The Tatar archers and handymen had already pushed the shield chariot to the front of the chariot, and the Tatar soldiers who were hidden behind climbed onto the shield chariot, jumped onto the chariot with a single leap, and met the Ming soldiers hand-to-hand, roaring and howling one after another rise.

In front of the chariots that were not held up by the shielded chariots, there were still many spear points, and even if the Tatar soldiers were brave, they would not be able to pass them for a while.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

The roar of the Baizi blunderbuss came in bursts. Although it was not easy to reload, nearly half of the chariots that were not blocked by the shield chariot were still fully loaded.

In this round of bombardment, although they didn't fire a salvo, they still knocked down a large number of the Tatar soldiers and the heavy cavalry who were rushing forward.

However, under the control of the dead soldiers of the Tartar bandits, the rolling tide of Tartar soldiers still scrambled across the chariot defense line and rushed into the army formation of the Progressive Battalion.

There was a crisp sound of "... bang bang bang bang...". It turned out that the three-eyed musketeers behind the chariot and some musketeers fired in time, but they failed to stop the Tatars from rushing in.

The Tartar infantry took the lead in breaking through the driving formation, and fought with the Ming army's sword and shield soldiers. Those three-eyed musketeers fired only once, and then recklessly swung the three-eyed muskets as maces, aiming at the charging Tatars. Zi Bing just hit hard.

"Rumbling..." The sound of horseshoes was deafening.

The Tartars rushed in front of the heavy cavalry, and rushed into the chariot formation through the gaps left by the infantry, archers, and handymen. The dead Tartar soldiers and sharp soldiers rolling in from behind also screamed and then rushed straight into the formation. Come.

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"Slave killing!"

Liu Zhaoji stared with red eyes, snatched the drumstick from a drummer beside him, and beat the big drum himself.

"Boom... boom boom... boom boom boom boom..."

The war drums started to beat, and the sound of the drums became the guide for the soldiers to kill the enemy. The infantry battalion, which had been a little scattered just now, became tight again in an instant.

"Kill the Tartars! Kill... Kill..."

Amidst the sound of passionate drums, the sword and shield soldiers behind the gunmen of the Ming army, as well as the dense spearmen, stickmen, and axemen, all rushed forward with howls.

The sword and shield soldiers rushed forward, using shields to protect themselves, preventing the Tatar soldiers from advancing, and covering the musketeers to retreat.

The big stick hand and the big axeman greeted the heads of those Tartars riding horses and the heads of those Tartars who were wrapped in heavy armor. They shouted wildly, fascinated, and regardless of their care, each of them seemed to be a killing machine generally.

All of a sudden, the battle between the two sides was bloody. Around the gaps where the Ming Army infantry battalion was opened, there were dense crowds of Tartars and soldiers of the Ming Army. People kept falling to the ground, and the wailing of people intertwined with the neighing of war horses. together.

The spears stabbed frantically up and down, and the big sticks, knives and axes slashed back and forth regardless of left and right. In the narrow space, the men and horses of both sides were crowded together, and there was little room for them to play, except stabbing or stabbing, and smashing or smashing.

Under the scorching sun, the smell of blood spread rapidly, and hot blood continued to flow from the soldiers on both sides, moistening the dry land.

The Tartars seemed never to have imagined that the Ming army would be so tenacious. Even if the defensive chariots were broken away, they could still fight to the death. Now that the battle is raging, casualties on both sides are increasing. Also indecisive.

After they rushed into the chariot formation, they were also squeezed into various gaps. Due to the fierce resistance of the Ming army, they failed to defeat the Ming army's infantry for a while, and the Tatar cavalry were also crowded there, losing the advantage of the cavalry. , there is no other way.

(End of this chapter)