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Chapter 781
Li Changsheng, the general manager of the Tiger Guards Battalion, was holding his tiger gun, riding his horse forward at a high speed like Mount Tai, when he suddenly saw a Manchurian Zhenghuang Banner Ba Yala Zhuangda coming towards him.

This man was not tall, but he was born extremely strong. He opened his mouth wide, revealing a mouthful of yellow canine teeth, and let out a deep roar from his mouth, giving people the feeling of a wild wolf.

Holding a long pick knife in his hand, he had just knocked a Ming soldier Yebushou off his horse, and the gleaming armor was still stained with the blood spattered from that soldier.

Seeing Li Changsheng's tiger gun pointing straight at his throat, he didn't show a trace of panic or panic, his eyes instantly turned blood red, and his throat let out a low growl like a wild animal again.

He raised his hands, and the long knife was about to strike at Li Changsheng!

"Shame Tartar, go to hell!"

Li Changsheng's slightly handsome face was also completely distorted. The two horses crossed each other, and the well-made tiger spear in his hand pierced the throat of this Baya La Zhuangda along a mysterious trajectory.

There was a soft "chi" sound.

The bright and sharp blade of the tiger spear broke through the throat guard of the Tartar Baya Lazhuangda, broke through the resistance of the throat bone, and seemed to tear the throat tissue and muscles of the Tartar.

The tiger gun was twisting in the tartar's throat, and several streams of blood spurted instantly.shoot out!

A force was sent back to Li Changsheng's hands, his fingers and wrists trembled strangely, and the force was easily released, and at the same time, the barrel of his tiger gun was slightly arched.

In the blink of an eye, the dead body of Ba Yala Zhuangda was bounced off by the tiger gun and landed on the ground beside him, writhing and struggling, but he couldn't make a sound.

At the same time, Ba Yala Zhuangda's long, blood-stained blade was swept across not far from Li Changsheng's head, which was extremely thrilling, and then fell into the dust powerlessly.

In the blink of an eye, Li Changsheng's eyes were blank, and the two sides were rushing past each other!

In the battle situation at this time, 83 soldiers from the Ming army did not take part in the battle at night, but 57 of them are still riding on horses.

And on the side of the Tartar guard cavalry, there are only eighteen cavalry left!

When they went out to battle, there were also 57 cavalry. First, they were killed or injured by the short guns of the Ming army at night and others, and there were as many as [-] or [-] cavalry. .

Until now, Dasu Zhangjing didn't know that he had chosen the wrong target, and he also chose the wrong tactic.

In the past, when facing other officers and troops of the Ming army, the tactics and tactics that were invincible are useless today?
"Could it be that the sentry cavalry of the southern army on the opposite side is not from the Ming Kingdom, but from hell?"

Dasu Zhangjing couldn't understand all this, and he could only attribute it to the destiny, which might reduce his guilt towards his master Huang Taiji because of this defeat.

In fact, what he had encountered before were all tofu scumbags from the Ming army. He himself was not strong enough to fight. Naturally, he could throw weapons with his right hand at close range, and frighten them with a mighty and fierce aura. Even directly forcing it to flee.

But where did he think that facing the Xuanbei Army of the Ming Dynasty today, doing so would only lead to a dead end.

Because he never expected that the sentry cavalry of the Xuanbei Army would be so brave, with better armor and armor, especially with a stronger fighting spirit and a stronger fighting spirit. If there were no other Ming army with such casualties, they would have fled without a trace.

Now it was like riding a tiger, and Dasu Zhangjing felt a bit of remorse in his heart, and even had a faint sense of fear, but he didn't dare to say the words to retreat.

The same is true for all of them. They retreat before the battle, and they will only die if they go back, and even their family members will be affected. Unless the chief general Dasu Zhangjing orders, they can be exempted.

But for Dasu Zhangjing himself, he has no choice.

If at the moment when the sentry cavalry of the Ming army was discovered, Dasu Zhangjing could still choose to retreat without fighting, but greed hurt him.

Now, he has already gone to war, and he has lost even more soldiers and generals. If he retreats now, he will be defeated and flee. Not only will he be humiliated and punished, but his family will also be affected.

"Damn it. Why don't you give it a try, maybe this southern barbarian can't stand it!"

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Look at the rest of the sentinel cavalry brothers beside them, many of them have wounds on their bodies.

Chief Qian Li Changsheng bit his lower lip forcefully, and shouted again: "Kill...kill the embarrassing tartar!"

He took the lead and ran towards the remaining Tartar soldiers on the way.

"Kill...kill...kill...kill the tartar..."

Seeing the master rushing out, the rest of the sentry cavalry roared and turned their horses around, and also followed Qianzong Li Changsheng's horse, and rushed out angrily. The sentry officer Wan Guangjin and the team chief Liu Shouzhu still ran closely beside Li Changsheng.

It was only at this moment that he noticed that blood oozed slowly from the chest of Sentinel Wan Guangjin from time to time.

It turned out that during the riding battle just now, he swung his long knife and chopped a Tartar vest off the horse. At the same time, he was slashed back by the Tartar vest on his chest.

Although he was wearing chain mail inside, he still couldn't completely block the knife. The chain mail was cut out and turned outwards, and a deep scar was left on his chest, with blood seeping through the armor. It kept dripping.

Gebush's virtuous leader Jing Dasu also felt extremely resentful in his heart, the result of the battle greatly exceeded his cognition, and reached a level that he could not accept at all.

When the cavalry from the two sides confronted each other just now, he didn't throw any weapons. In addition, he was skilled in combat, so he stabbed two Ming soldiers to death with a tiger gun in succession.

However, with his own strength, no matter how brave he is, he is destined to be unable to change the overall situation of today's battle.

After all, the Xuanbei Army's night is not accepted, and it is also the best fighter in the world!
The 57 warriors of the Qing Dynasty who fought in the battle, and many warriors of Ba Yala and Gebush Xian Chaoha, have achieved such results, and now there are only [-] cavalry left on our side.

Of the five Gebush warriors who went out with him, there was only one left, and the remaining Bajala warriors were also very few.

So, why not make him extremely angry?

Looking at the warriors of the Qing Dynasty beside them, they were all terrified and lost their fighting spirit. This kind of battle dealt a great blow to them.

However, at this moment, the Ming army is forming a team again, and it is estimated that they will charge quickly. If they turn around and run away, not even one of the warriors around them will survive.

He suddenly raised the tiger gun in his hand, and roared loudly: "I, a warrior of the Qing Dynasty, will not be afraid of these southern barbarians. Kill... kill!"

Under the leadership of Dasu Zhangjing, the remaining Manchuria Zhenghuang Banner Tartars were all courageous, roaring and yelling, waving their weapons and charging back to their horses.

"Kill...kill...kill the Nanman..."

At this time, there was no way out, and instead they erupted with beast-like instincts, expecting to disrupt the cavalry formation of the Ming army, and then take the opportunity to fight back.

There was no such thing as a formation, the two sides rushed back as soon as they returned to their horses, and there was no time to form a team. Besides, the distance between them was only more than a hundred steps, and they were all rushing forward roaring.

Li Changsheng was screaming wildly and rushed to the front of the sentry cavalry of the Ming army, but suddenly a healthy horse with a white body and gray hooves came out of the crowd and rushed in front of him.

Liu Shouzhu and Wan Guangjin were also stunned. At first they thought it was Zhao Xingguang, the guard, galloping forward.

But after a closer look, they couldn't help feeling anxious, and it was the young general Zhang Jintai who leaped over the crowd and rushed to the front.

I saw him driving the horse, and suddenly he ran in front of Li Changsheng. What was different was that Zhang Jintai was not wearing the costume of the Mongolian cavalry from the Outer Domain.

A young general with a red armor and a white horse rode in the lead, he raised his gun to urge the horse, and galloped forward, like a wolf stalking a flock of sheep, he was indeed majestic.

Li Changsheng had also seen clearly that it was Zhang Jintai who rushed in front of him. In fact, he still had some confidence in Zhang Jintai's fighting ability. After all, this kid's ability was taught by the veterans who guarded the Qian headquarters.

But at this moment, it is quite different, because some ability does not mean that there will be nothing wrong on the battlefield. On the contrary, those who are injured or even killed on the battlefield are people with some abilities.

Just in line with the old saying: those who drown will know how to water!

Although Zhang Jintai is young and strong, and has superb fighting skills, after all, he has too little experience in real battlefield fighting, which is actually the most important thing.

The daily drills are based on dead rules, but on the battlefield, there are various situations, and various situations are changing rapidly. Many veterans fight with their own accumulated experience.

Relying on quick eyesight and quick hands, the ability to adapt to changes, relying on intuition to defeat the enemy with one blow in an instant.

Worried that Zhang Jintai would suffer if he rushed in, and knowing that he could never be called back at this moment, Li Changsheng hurriedly urged his horse to rush forward, wanting to catch up and take care of Zhang Jintai.

In case he went out with him for the first time and was injured by the thieves, then when he returned to the general, where would he put his face.

Sentinel Wan Guangjin, team leader Liu Shouzhu and others also had the same idea. They also urged their horses to gallop with all their strength, trying to get ahead and protect Zhang Jintai.

But Zhang Jintai's warhorse was his adoptive father, and Zhang Cheng, the commander-in-chief of Xuanfu Town, personally selected it for him. Can they catch up?

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When the two sides approached, the sentry cavalry of the Ming army in front pulled out short guns and bombarded them one after another. Most of them were equipped with three short-handed guns, and many of them still had one left, which was bursting out at this moment.

On the opposite side, the Qing army Manchuria Zhenghuangqi sentry cavalry also shot a large number of hatchets, throwing spears, iron bones and other weapons from a distance.

However, this time they learned how to throw weapons, they dared not use their right hands to throw weapons, but switched to their left hands. However, in this way, the weapons they projected were not powerful enough, and their accuracy was also poor.

After a blast of short guns, another six or seven sentry cavalry of the Qing army fell off their horses. However, the Ming army did not take over at night, but only three knights were hit, and only two of them fell off their horses.

At this time, the advantage of the sentry cavalry of the Ming army was even more obvious, almost three or four cavalry besieged one cavalry of the Qing army.

But at this time, the two sides had entered into a fight, and lost their horse speed. On the contrary, people from all sides were crowded together, and the fight was indistinguishable. Many people even jumped off their horses and fought on foot.

The young general Zhang Jintai had just killed a Tartar vest with a short gun on his horse, when he saw the sentry officer Wan Guangjin wielding a long knife and was fighting with a Tartar from the vanguard battalion.

They have rode their horses and fought each other for several rounds, but they are still tied.

This tartar was indeed strong and fierce, and Wan Guangjin was injured again, so his physical strength was somewhat exhausted, and he was at a disadvantage when he saw it.

Seeing that Tartar came charging again, wielding a huge long-handled axe, and was about to strike Wan Guangjin on the head, Zhang Jintai let out a loud roar, galloped up suddenly, and pointed the tiger spear in his hand at the Tartar. The soldiers stabbed fiercely.

The tiger spear intersected with the long-handled axe, making a series of crisp sounds, followed by a stream of sparks.

Although the forward battalion was brave and fierce, but Zhang Jintai was young and strong, and his angle was extremely tricky, he swung away the long-handled ax of the tartar, and continued to stab forward.

There was blood on the chest of the Vanguard Tartar, and blood flowed from his mouth and nose. His eyes were bulging outwards, as if they were about to protrude from their sockets, and his eyes were full of unwillingness.

He grasped the antlers on the left and right sides of the blade of the tiger gun tightly with both hands forward and upward. He seemed to want to struggle, but those thick and big hands could no longer exert any strength.

The strength of the vanguard Tartar seemed to be drained along with the blood, he fell directly under the horse, and the piercing long-handled ax in his hand was thrown to nowhere.

In the killing field at this time, there were still sporadic shots of short guns being fired from time to time. The fighting Ming army did not accept soldiers at night, and from time to time they took time to give a gun to the Tartars beside them.

Such a chaotic situation is a good time for short-handed guns to show their talents. Duanchou, who has not yet shot among the big Ming sentry riders, has become like a treasure at this time. When he finds an opportunity, he raises his hand and shoots with a gun.

This is like the cold guns and cold guns of the later generations when charging hand-to-hand with bayonets, so close to the body, flesh-to-body distance, where is there any inaccuracy?

Seeing that the number of Tartars on the battlefield is getting smaller and smaller, victory is already in sight.

Suddenly, Zhang Jintai heard a mournful howl. He turned his head and saw a middle-aged Tazi soldier with a gloomy expression and thick red skin, who was rushing towards him on his horse.

This Tartar was dressed like a vanguard battalion general, with an otter tail on the top of his helmet, and a black tassel hanging from the helmet tube. It was very likely that he was the leader of this group of Manchurian Zhenghuang Banner Tartar scouts.

Zhang Jintai felt his eyes light up, and with a deafening roar, he rode his horse and rushed towards your vanguard battalion.

Both sides were exerting force with their legs, and the horses under their crotches were getting faster and faster. When the wrong horses intersected, the two tiger spears also interlaced together, and in an instant, terrifying power erupted.

When the weapons of the two sides collided, they both seemed to hear the sound of air being torn apart between their eardrums.

After a loud noise, both tiger guns flew out of their hands, and both of them had their tiger's jaws ruptured, with blood oozing out continuously.

The huge strength also made the two of them unsteady on their horses, and both of them rolled off the horses.

In the end, Zhang Jintai was still young and strong. His nerve reflexes reached the fastest speed, turning over and jumping up like a cheetah.

Looking at the forward battalion on the opposite side, although it was the same, but it was half a beat slower than Zhang Jintai.

(End of this chapter)