The wind rises at the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 18 Fear
Thousands of feathered arrows poured out in an instant, and the rising white smoke mixed with the smoke from the gunfire in front, forming a rather thick smoke screen.

The sharp whistle has dissipated, and the roar of the guns has also disappeared.

There was no trumpet sound, no drumbeat, only the wailing of the dying and wounded and the painful neighing of war horses, lingering over the battlefield for a long time.

Whether it was the bandits or the Ming army, they all stopped and stopped.

All eyes were focused on the smoke screen above the official road.

Behind the frame of a hundred tigers running together, a group of soldiers of the Ming army with long guns were all waiting in line, their eyes fixed on the front.

Their hands trembled, and they clenched the spears in their hands, waiting for the possible impact.

A rush of hoofbeats sounded, affecting everyone's nerves.

But the expected cavalry charge did not appear, a blood-stained horse rushed out of the gunpowder smoke, and crashed down three or four steps away from the army formation.

"Recovery—"

The fallen horse raised its head high and let out a long hiss of despair.

The bullet rolling into its body has already turned the flesh and blood into a mess, and it is only a matter of time before it dies.

Chen Wang stared ahead, holding the command flag tightly, with a dignified expression.

The mountain wind came and penetrated into his armor through the gap, dispelling some of the heat for him.

As the mountain wind blew, the thick smoke screen above the official road was rolled up like a window screen, and the thick gunpowder smoke slowly dissipated, revealing the scene inside.

In front of the army formation, where the eye can see, there are scars everywhere.

On the road, there are corpses all over the ground, and on the battlefield, there are a lot of feathered arrows,

Those cavalry warriors in black armor were lying quietly on the ground, their eyes wide open, and many of them were holding sabers in their hands. Their expressions were frozen at the moment when the guns rang out. .

The life force of war horses is more tenacious than that of humans. Many war horses are not completely dead. They are still struggling hard, making bursts of mournful sounds, and some want to stand up again, but how can they stand up.

Thirty steps in front of the army formation has almost become a restricted area for life.

All the fine cavalry rushing forward fell on the way of the charge, the roar of guns, the screams of hundreds of tigers galloping together, and the death of the cavalry rushing ahead completely defeated the fine cavalry of the rushing army. Will to fight—they're broken.

Those Chuangjun Jingqi who were originally majestic and murderous were panicked like bereaved dogs at this time, and the fast ones even ran hundreds of steps away.

Liu Zongmin was pale and trembling all over.

After receiving Li Zicheng's general order, he gave the order to attack and led the attack.

The sudden fire from the Francophone on the right did disrupt the Ming army's formation, and he also found an opportunity to take advantage of it. The Ming army's formation was almost scattered into canine teeth, and they were in shock.

As long as you rush forward another fifty steps, you can break through the scattered army formation and smash the Ming army's rear troops in one fell swoop.

But it was these fifty steps that became a natural moat in the end.

He watched with his own eyes the soldiers in front of him fall down like harvesting wheat, and the firecrackers of the Ming army rang out again and again, with no intention of stopping at all.

At the last moment he reined in his horse, which saved his life.

The war horse raised its hoofs and stood up, blocking the projectile that would have hit him for Liu Zongmin. The guards on the left and right rescued him back into the formation with all their strength, and only then did he escape his life.

There are still several arrows hanging on Liu Zongmin's back, which are arrows shot from the hundreds of tigers running together.

The thick armor saved Liu Zongmin's life, those arrows just shot through the outermost cloth of the cotton armor and hung on the armor.

An icy chill pervaded from the official road, and fear quickly spread in all directions like poisonous weeds.

Li Zicheng's face was ashen, and the order flag in his hand was almost broken by him directly.

Everything happened in a flash, and he was already waiting for the victory.

But what came to his ears was not the deafening cheers after the formation was broken, but the louder and louder volleys of gunfire.

Li Zicheng watched his fine cavalry rush into the smoke, and never came out again...

Where did the firearms in the hands of officers and soldiers come from so powerful? !

Could it be that the officers and soldiers got some new firearms? !

Li Zicheng's thoughts changed. It's not that he didn't confront the officers and soldiers and saw him use firearms.

Most of the officers and soldiers are equipped with firearms, whether it is the frontier army or the soldiers in the interior, even those Tusi soldiers in Guichuan are equipped with a lot of firearms.

There are many firearms in the Southern Army, but they only use firearms for a while or two before engaging in battle. Instead, they fight with each other and fight in close combat.

Most of the northern soldiers were cavalry from Liao Town. They used the three-eyed blunderbuss the most, and they mostly used it when rushing into the formation to harass them.

Li Zicheng felt chills in his heart, and the knuckles of the hand holding the whip were all white from the hard fingers.

He didn't feel a little bit distressed when the two thousand-man cavalry were defeated.

Thousands of hungry people and the infantry who came forward were defeated, and he didn't even bat an eyelid.

But the loss of his Jingqi really made him feel pain.

Not only is it difficult to repair personnel, but armor is even more difficult to repair. These thousands of elite cavalry are the foundation of his life.

Many of them were his old brothers when he was a soldier in Yuzhong, and they followed him all the way from the second year of Chongzhen.

Guo Tianxing Hui Dengxiang and Xie Zikuai Tuo Yangkun looked dignified, and their hearts were full of shock.

This Ming army revealed its weirdness from the very beginning. The cavalry in the vanguard were all extremely brave. Even if two thousand cavalry were cast down, hundreds of fine cavalry could not stop them. The moment was seen through.

The general of the officers and soldiers even led a hundred cavalry to defeat the two cavalry teams on the left and right wings one after another. To be honest, when the right wing army was defeated, the two of them had already retreated in their hearts.

Fleeing all the way into Shaanxi, Prime Minister Hui Deng was bitten by Ai Wannian's tail all the way, losing troops and generals all the way. As the leader of the thirteen families, more than half of his fine cavalry was lost, and his current strength is not even as good as Li Zicheng's. He really doesn't want to lose more troops.

Tuo Yangkun didn't feel sorry for the soldiers under his command. After all, those who died were all hungry people and infantry. The cavalry was just defeated and there were not many casualties.

It's just that he has a bad feeling. He feels that Li Zicheng may have really hit the mark. The leading officer and general is Cao Wenzhao, and they really met Cao Cao.

He slowly turned his head to look at Prime Minister Hui Deng, who happened to meet Prime Minister Hui Deng's eyes. Both of them saw the fear of the Ming army in their eyes.

(End of this chapter)