Be the emperor from the postman

Chapter 398 Breakthrough (Second Update)

The Mongols were blinded by the artillery fire, so they naturally wanted to flee in a direction where there was no artillery fire.

Except for the lucky ones like Centurion Mandu Latu, who were uninjured and hid at the foot of the mountain with their horses, where they could not be shot from above.

The rest of the Mongolian cavalry all fled back, or jumped directly into the river, and took their horses to swim across the river.

resistance?

Among the endless firecrackers and artillery, any resistance is futile, especially most of the Mongolian cavalry don't wear cotton armor.

There was a howling sound in the valley.

The sound of hoofbeats came from the ears.

He Zan jumped up and shouted, "The enemy army is coming."

"kill."

He Jinzhao also roared, and was interrupted by the beeping whistle.

Everyone rode their horses past him one after another and rushed forward.

There's no reason why He Jinzhao always takes the lead in the charge, let alone this is a wave of fleeing defeated troops.

He Jinzhao looked back and saw that the soldiers under his command were still digging horse pits. He had to say that the road was really difficult to dig, so he could only dig some small holes, so don't let it go.

He led his horse back, passed these soldiers who were working, and then took them on horseback and ran further away.

How many people can be left in the first wave of charge, there will be a second wave, a third wave, and finally a wave of guards led by He Jinchao.

Holding a hard bow in his hand, He Zan dashed forward, and shot with the bow opened.

While the arrows buzzed, three Mongolian cavalrymen were shot down, and then they picked up the short spear and threw it out.

There are not a few good players like him in the army.

Now that the morale of the equipment is all dominant, it is difficult for these Mongolian cavalry to have a greater resistance.

They instinctively wanted to shoot arrows, but in a hurry, the arrows were gone. They picked up the scimitar, but were interrupted by their arrows and short spears one after another.

In the end, they fought hand-to-hand, and were stabbed by a spear and fell to the ground.

Holding the binoculars, He Jinzhao looked at the Mongolian cavalry who were still rushing in their [-]s and [-]s, when they continued to gallop forward.

The horse stumbled and threw them out heavily. Some cavalrymen fell and hit their necks in dislocations, and they couldn't die any more.

Some people were pressed to the ground by the horses, wailing loudly.

Seven or eight cavalrymen were hit and fell to the ground one after another, so the Mongolian cavalry behind them reined in and looked at the cavalry farther away.

"Surrender without killing."

Niu Youcai yelled a new Mongolian, and He Jinzhao didn't care if they understood Chinese or not.

This time, it happened to be able to sell Jiang Xiang the heads of some real Mongolian Tartars, lest the court always think that he would only kill the good and pretend to be meritorious.

If you are lucky enough to capture two living ones, maybe this military exploit can be sold for a better price.

The Mongolian cavalry began to dismount, led their horses, and passed the wounded soldiers lying on the ground. At this time, who could escape was the most important thing.

How can there be time for them.

In particular, a wounded soldier pulled his leg and asked to take him with him, but the Mongolian cavalry refused, and he was stabbed by the way so that he would not fall into the hands of the Han people and be tortured to death.

Li Chengliang, the murderous demon king of Liaodong, really cast a great psychological shadow on these Mongols in Liaodong and Liaoxi.

The only shortcoming is that his policy of raising big fat pigs and then slaughtering them in the day, raised Gu and produced the Jurchen Nurhachi.

It's a pity that Li Chengliang is no longer barefoot, but put on gorgeous shoes, but Nurhachi is barefoot.

After the wounded Mongolian soldier was pulled out of the knife, he screamed in pain and died.

The centurion named Lakshin did not stop, but charged forward on his horse. He saw the big blue flag with a hammer embroidered on it.

Presumably that is the leader of the Hammer Bandit, and if I chop off his head to avenge the commander, he will still be able to escape.

Fifty steps later.

Lakshin's horse had just sped up and the scimitar in his hand was shining brightly under the sunlight.

But suddenly, he also stumbled and fell heavily to the ground.

The people around him ran up smoothly and reined in when they saw this, but the cavalry behind them couldn't brake in time, and seven or eight cavalry collided together.

The centurion Lakshin felt that his bones were broken. The cunning Han people actually dug a second hole.

"Pull me."

The cavalry next to them did see clearly that there was still a big hole under the feet of the Han people.

The army array formed by the round shields behind the pit, the spears and arrows protruding from the back, are just waiting to be installed by themselves.

The few cavalrymen looked at each other, and the remaining nine cavalry would definitely not be able to pass through.

The cunning Han people must have designed a trap again.

Then they turned their horses and ran back, maybe there was still a glimmer of life when they ran to the river.

As for the centurion, who can take care of whom at this time?

Brothers are running for their lives.

How can you bring a drag?
"Captain, they ran away!"

Niu Youcai stood at the front carrying the banner, guarding He Jinchao.

He Jinzhao handed his binoculars to the guard beside him, asking him to continue monitoring.

Then send a small team to see if there are any Mongolian cavalry alive.

The seriously injured Mongolian cavalry was directly stabbed to death with a knife.

Centurion Lakshin was dragged there just like that.

He Jinzhao looked at the dark-faced Mongolian cavalryman: "Can you understand me?"

There was a poor soldier on the side interpreting He Jinzhao's words.

Niu Youcai poked the banner, removed the Mongolian Tartar's armor, and searched him.

In case this guy with the vicious eyes wants to fight back against the captain when he dies.

As a result, a worn-out bloody silver hairpin was found and handed to He Jinzhao.

He Jinzhao held it in his hand and looked at it carefully. From the appearance, it was quite broken, and the simple hairpin flowers could be seen the traces of time.

"how did it get here?"

He Jinzhao looked at the Mongolian in front of him with a cold expression.

The half-baked Mongolian translator asked, but Lakshin laughed and said: "The Mongolian warriors under my command were snatched from you Han women, and I slaughtered her like cattle and sheep."

Before He Jinzhao finished listening to the translation, he knew he was asking for nothing.

The Ming army led the wolves into the house. They must have passed through many villages on their way from Yanmen Pass to Ningwu Pass.

This group of people lived up to the expectations of the Ming Dynasty officials and soldiers, and did evil to the people in the Great Wall.

After listening to the translation, Niu Youcai's face was full of anger, his fists were clenched tightly, and he beat the dog to death.

He Jinzhao took two steps, stepping on his bleeding broken leg.

"what!"

A scream came from the valley.

Lakshen's face turned pale from pain, and he cursed He Jinzhao loudly.

He Jinzhao pushed hard, and Lakshin fainted from the pain.

"Niu Youcai, drag him behind the horse, don't let him die easily."

Hearing He Jinzhao's words, Niu Youcai found an explanation rope, tied his hands, and dragged him behind the horse.

"Mongol warriors?" He Jinzhao looked at the silver hairpin in his hand and said, "I want to see if these people are afraid."

(End of this chapter)