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Chapter 522

Under Huang Yizhi's continuous kicking with his heels, the bay red horse under his crotch continued to speed up, and soon after, it galloped wildly and entered a high-speed charge state.

Carrying such a West Factory owner, he took the lead in the direction of 10 o'clock, and quickly supported the past.

It's just that when the iron hoofs of the war horse galloped down, the ground that had been exposed to the scorching sun and was quite dry kept passing by Huang Fatty's eyes.

Huang Yizhi clearly felt that there was a fishy and sweet feeling in his mouth; and because his body followed the ups and downs of the horse's back, it became more and more obvious.

Immediately, this guy was in his heart, and he cursed a little bitterly:
"Crazy, these golden men are crazy, so many people have died, why are they still so lingering~"

The reason why Huang Changgong has such a feeling in his heart.

That was the area that was taken care of by the other members of the Northern Expedition Army in the marching ranks of the entire Northern Expedition Army, not to mention that it dragged out like a long snake for seventy or eighty miles in one morning.

Just the part he was responsible for taking care of, in the morning this morning.

Counting back and forth, it was a total of five attacks by Jinren.

Among them, there were three times when the cavalry units of the new army, which were cruising outside the marching team to cover them, had to send out a signal for help when they saw that they were invincible.

Under such a signal, Fatty Huang had no choice but to bring a group of elite cavalry to support them like a fire brigade.

Relying on their timely support, they successfully blocked the golden cavalry.

Cut off these small groups of golden cavalry and continue to infiltrate deeper, thereby delaying the intention of the army's marching speed.

After such a morning, the army has already advanced 25 miles; if it is calculated in one day, it is expected to advance about [-] miles.

Marching fifty miles a day, frankly speaking, this efficiency is less or less.

But if this is really the case, the Northern Expeditionary Army can still officially arrive at the city of Yanjing before February 26 and [-], which is still a result that everyone can accept.

The key question is whether it is the cavalry units of the new army released to cover the army, or they are the general support units of the fire brigade.

In order to guarantee such a marching speed of fifty miles a day, they paid too much.

For example, after only half a day of fighting today, Fatty Huang felt that his physical strength was exhausted.

The muscles all over his body were sore and numb, and most of the horsepower of the war horse was consumed; he really didn't know, if the Jinren were also harassing like this in the afternoon, how could they persevere?
As for this product, there is a fishy and sweet feeling in his mouth at the moment.

It should be in the last battle, a golden man named Meng'an Centurion was stabbed to death by his horse spear, and before he picked it up high and smashed it out, he smashed an iron bone flower in his hand.

Even under the crisis, Fatty Huang turned sideways.

Let Tie Guduo hit the chest on the left side obliquely, but he didn't take such a blow [-]% of the time.

But thinking about it, he also suffered some internal injuries, so that now and then, there is a small stream of blood, which rises from his chest and abdomen, and flows into his mouth.

That feeling is really fishy and sweet.

If it was changed to the modern plane, such a serious injury might be sent to the hospital. After a set of various examinations, he would be hospitalized for observation for ten days and a half months.

The problem is that under the current environment, Huang Yizhi knows that everything is impossible.

Just like Hu Biao’s desperate rush to the street, he gritted his molars at the meeting and declared to them:

"From tomorrow onwards, I don't care how many cavalry troops of the new army die, or how many casualties are suffered by officers at all levels; even which minister or general died on the battlefield.

As long as you hold your breath, you must stop those golden cavalrymen and march at a speed that cannot be disturbed.

Marching fifty miles a day, can such a speed be more or less? "

So the only thing Huang Yizhi can do now is to squirm his mouth; in the sound of "呵~", he spit out a big lump of blood-red saliva.

Then continue forward, after about 2 minutes,

You can see more than 300 golden cavalrymen, after breaking through the blocking of a cavalry battalion on their own side, they are currently heading five or six miles away, and an infantry column is rushing quickly.

Without even thinking about it, Huang Yizhi led his men to block it directly.

The iconic encounter between the cavalry troops harassed by the Jin people and the cavalry troops of the Great Song Dynasty broke out in a blink of an eye.

How to say the whole process, short, but extremely bloody...

When the opponents in front of him were getting closer and closer to him, Huang Yizhi moved.

The right hand holding the horse lance did not move, and after letting go of the rein in his left hand, he quickly pulled out a loaded short gun from his waist.

Immediately afterwards, the more than 100 cavalry behind him also performed the same action.

At least fire a musket before hand-to-hand combat. This is almost the basic operation of the cavalry of the entire Song and New Army before engaging the opponent, so there is nothing worth talking about.

It is worth explaining that when Fatty Huang saw that among the more than 200 golden cavalry, there was actually a figure dressed as the Jurchen Commander Meng'an.

Immediately before my eyes, it lit up.

Mainly pure Jurchens, how many are they in total now?
This kind of Commander Meng'an can belong to the middle and high-level Jurchens, and I am afraid that there are only a few hundred people in total; if one is killed, one will be lost, and it is difficult to replenish the population of the Jurchens.

Now that it has been seen, there is no reason to let it go.

With such an idea in mind, when the two sides rushed to the front and were only thirty or forty steps away, Huang Yizhi pulled the trigger with his fingertips just as he yelled "Fire~" .

The soldiers behind him, at most half a second behind, also pulled the triggers one after another.

Immediately, hundreds of lead bullets greeted the golden cavalry in front of them.

It is a pity that it is not unreasonable for the Jurchens to rise like a comet in the late Northern Song Dynasty; their abilities in learning and summarizing are really quite powerful.

After fighting the new army so many times, the Jinren cavalry had already mastered it; there was no thought of competing with these Song people for long-range firepower on horseback.

After suffering a lot of losses, they still don't know a little bit:
Although the horse bows in their hands had a better range than the short guns of the Song people, they couldn't shoot through the high-quality armor made of the Song people at all.

If you use throwing guns, throwing axes, iron bones, and meteor hammers, these throwing weapons can cause enough damage to these Song people.

But the key point is that the range of these throwing weapons is far less than that of the Song people's short guns.

Often before the throwing weapons in their hands are shot, they are knocked off the horseback by the short guns of the Song people like a silly roe deer.

Therefore, at the moment when Huang Yizhi and others opened fire, they could clearly see such a scene.

Those golden cavalry who rushed to the front all bowed down on the horse's back the moment they raised their guns.

There were even some golden men with excellent riding skills who hid their bodies to the side of the horse, and a Mali Tibetan pedal appeared in front of their eyes.

Therefore, most of the short guns fired in this round were missed.

However, they only hit seventeen or eight golden men, causing them to fall off their horses screaming, and were soon trampled by the horses behind them. The result was not satisfactory.

But no matter what, he killed more than a dozen opponents.

Compared with the result of the Jinren's side being fired from short guns, they could only be beaten and could not fight back. It was considered that they took advantage of the wave first.

After the musket fired, Huang Yizhi couldn't help but let out a long sigh in his heart.

I sighed that the battlefield is really the best place to learn; the growth rate of these golden men is really amazing, and they have found some means of how to deal with short guns.

Of course, the sigh in his mouth was a sigh, Huang Yizhi didn't forget to say it in his mouth, and roared out another sentence: "Raise the gun~"

Under such an order, the soldiers behind him loosened the blunderbuss in their left hands one after another, and raised the special lances in their hands one after another.

The so-called special lances are actually their previous missions.

I am used to the kind of five-meter-long gun that is cut off on the barrel a little below the gun head.

Once this thing stabs the opponent, it can rely on the process of breaking off the tip of the gun to remove most of the impact force; but this lance can be regarded as a one-time weapon that is immediately useless.

In the recruit cavalry unit, there is still no way to use this kind of one-time weapon.

Even led by Huang Yizhi, these cavalrymen serving as fire brigades already belonged to the elite of the cavalry division.

But after just over three months, after such a short period of intensive training; the horse fighting ability is still inferior compared to the opponent.

Not to mention being able to compare with the pure Jurchens, even the golden soldiers of Han, Liao, and Xi people in the northern lands have considerable shortcomings.

In desperation, this kind of disposable weapon can only be used.

At least this kind of lance is long enough to knock the opponent off the horse before he can reach him. The so-called one inch long and one inch strong.

In the blink of an eye, the personnel from both sides collided.

As a senior rookie, Huang Yizhi swung the horse spear in his hand, stabbed the two golden men off the horses, and rushed into the enemy's formation like an arrow.

During this process, the sound of the gun barrel snapping was heard endlessly.

Every sound of the gun barrel snapping represented a golden man who was stabbed by a long lance and was forcibly knocked off his horse with amazing force.

Of course, there were also quite a few cavalrymen of the new army, who also fell from their horses one after another.

Relying on their astonishing agility on horseback, the Golden Cavalrymen could knock their opponents off their horses simply by waving the heavy weapons in their hands after dodging a high-speed stabbing shot by the soldiers of the new army.

Generally speaking, at this stage of the battle, the battle between the two sides can still be a draw.

But soon after, many new troops threw away the broken gun barrels in their hands, pulled out long knives, one-handed axes, steel whips and other secondary weapons, and entered the horse fighting without fancy.

Their casualties suddenly increased.

Often before they hit the golden man, they were chopped down and fell off by the golden man.

In the end, counting from when Huang Yizhi and the others pulled the trigger, after a maximum of eight or nine seconds, the teams from both sides confronted each other.

After hedging past, those golden men had no intention of continuing to charge forward any more. After obliquely stabbing around a big bend, they began to evacuate here on their own initiative.

Let such a battle between the cavalry end just now when it just started.

It can be said that under the leadership of Huang Yizhi, the Duke of Xichang, their battlefield firefighting force once again wiped out the golden man's wolfish ambition to delay their marching speed.

It's just because the war horse is already quite tired, indicating to the factory owner that he doesn't have to chase anymore.

Looking at the backs of those golden cavalrymen running wildly, Huang Yizhi really couldn't be happy at all.

Happy for a yarn?Compared with the shuddering of the old men just now, the fighting did not last long and was fought in a very short time, the casualties on both sides were shocking.

Now on the section of ground where the two sides crossed each other, a total of 130 people and a dozen horses fell down; they all died in the battle within seven or eight seconds.

In addition, there were dozens of war horses. After losing the master on their backs, they stopped instinctively.

They searched for their masters among the corpses and broken limbs all over the ground.

Among the people who died in the battle, about [-] people were killed on the Jinbing side; the situation of the cavalry of the new army was better, and more than [-] people fell from their horses.

This means that Huang Yizhi originally had only a hundred subordinates, but now he has half of them.

The only embarrassing thing to be thankful for was that the Jurchen commander Meng'an, who was the leader on the Jinren side, had his neck cut off in half by Huang Yizhi with a sharp horse lance.

At this moment, being dragged on the ground by a war horse and moving slowly, he was already dead.

However, in order to kill this opponent, Huang Yizhi was stabbed severely by the opponent again at the position of the lung.

So much so that the fishy and sweet taste in his mouth now not only became more and more intense, but every time he opened his mouth to breathe, he spit out some fine blood-colored bubbles.

Under the sunlight at noon, there is an indescribably strange beauty.

"A Li! My treasure, it seems that your gentlemen may not have the chance to meet you at Yanjing City."

After thinking of something, this wretched fat house whose Lolita control attribute was triggered, silently looked towards the direction of Yanjing City in the north, and muttered such a sentence in his mouth.

It can be regarded as done, today, or tomorrow, anyway, I will receive a box lunch in these few days.

With this thought in mind, the guy took the body of the Jurchen commander from the stuck stirrup, threw it away, and replaced it with this horse with more horsepower.

While pouring Yunnan Baiyao into his mouth, he sent someone to ask Hu Biao for help.

Specifically, it is to let Hu Biao send a company from the guard battalion under his command to supplement him, otherwise he will have no one to use.

There is another key point: we must find out where Wanyan's mother is, and then find a way to kill it, so as not to fall into the rhythm of the golden man...

*****
Generally speaking, the battle Huang Yizhi encountered above was indeed quite tragic.

But to put it bluntly, it was just a very common fight among at least dozens of fights every day since the Jinren side changed their tactics.

The other veterans who acted as firefighters, even if they were in better condition than him, were not much better.

In every fight, the scale and casualties between the two sides are not too large.

But if the overall casualty data and the officials who died in battle are counted, it would be quite terrifying; whether it is the Jin people or the new army cavalry of the Song Dynasty, it is the same.

That is to say, it depends on which side, first of all, it is unable to persist.

No!In the middle of the night that night.

In the camp where the Jin people had already changed places, Wan Yan, who was the deputy commander of the harassing army, disregarded that a wound on his shoulder was still oozing blood.

Still with a very tired and painful expression, he reported to the commander-in-chief Wanyan Jiamu:

"Mum, today we have lost almost 3000 people, and there are six commanders of Meng'an; if you count the overall loss after the war, we have now killed and injured more than 8000 people.

Thousand Commander Meng'an, Commander Mouk and Centurion killed more than a hundred people in battle.

Most of them are warriors of our Jurchen clan.

But after paying such heavy casualties, we only lost three or four thousand cavalry of the Song people, less than a thousand infantry, and slightly delayed their marching speed.

Because the vehicles of the Song people were well organized, as long as they got a little closer, guns and cannons would rain down, and we couldn't rush in at all.

The casualties were so heavy, just to let the Song people arrive in Yanjing City a few days later, I don’t think it’s worth it at all, why don’t we withdraw our troops? "

After hearing such a sentence, Wanyan Jiamu thought of something.

The expression on his face was even firmer than it was a few days ago.

He said indiscriminately: "No, although I don't know about those Song cavalrymen, why did they risk their lives to cover the march of the infantry?
Obviously, as long as they rely on the fire support of the car array as before, they can easily repel us.

It is nothing more than a period of time later, and they can reach Yanjing; even if the demons in Yanshan were wiped out by His Majesty the Emperor, they would not be so desperate.

But since the Song people are so desperate, they just want to march fast, but we can't do what they want.

Pass on the order, and increase the intensity of the harassment tomorrow. If those Song people come down in one day, they will not be able to walk twenty or thirty miles away. "

After hearing such an order, Wanyan Hunchu, who was a descendant of the Jin family, had no choice but to be under the insistence of a veteran, Wanyan's mother.

He also bit the bullet and passed on such an order to intensify the harassment tomorrow.

It is foreseeable that the casualties on both sides will be greater tomorrow; in the end, it will depend on who will be the first to be unable to withstand it...

(End of this chapter)