"Okay, then let's prepare to fight back, we have a good fight, they can't even find the north to fight." Yang Chendong took off the 95 style from his back again, replaced it with a new magazine, raised the gun to aim, and hooked the board machine.

Yang Er had already returned to the team, and he also took a nine-five style and began to aim. There were so many Mongolian cavalry that they could be seen everywhere. This allows them not to aim too much at all, and if they fire a shot by feeling, one of the enemy will often be shot and killed.

Although the number of guards was limited, where they put their targets, the Mongol army would be severely damaged, which greatly suppressed the morale and courage of the other side.

Still hiding behind his own soldiers, Su De stared at the low stone pile with anger on his face, he couldn't understand why the other party's firearm was so powerful, it could shoot so many bullets and hurt so many of his soldiers.

"No, we can't let them kill like this. Come on, send a thousand cavalry, rush me up, no matter what method I use, in short, I want to destroy those people, I can't make them a threat! ”

At the Khan's order, a thousand-strong cavalry rushed towards the low stone pile.

"It's finally here!" He had long expected that the other party would send troops to contain him, Yang Chendong sneered, "Fight me against them, I want to see if they are iron, and they are not afraid of our bullets." ”

It's just a thousand cavalry, and it really wasn't put in the eyes of Yang Chendong and the guards, and after everyone agreed in unison, they turned their guns around, aiming at the rushing thousand cavalry and hooked the board machine.

Under the burst of gunfire, countless cavalry fell from their horses. Although they rushed quickly, they lost more than half of their forces in the course of the storm.

"Put away the guns! Out of the knife! "Seeing that the enemy is already less than 100 meters away from him. Yang Chendong immediately put the Ninety-Five Style behind him, pulled out the saber he carried with him, and rushed under the low stone pile with a shout.

With him, there are more than 100 guards and black horsemen, they have the mountain like a tiger rushing straight down, with the hard armor as if entering a no-man's land, cut whoever you want, kill whoever you want, a Mongolian cavalry fell off the horse, blood flew out and stained the saber red, the remnant sun was like blood!

The Jurchen cavalry regiment has been surrounded by the Mongol vanguard army, and the two sides have launched a bloody battle back and forth, and the dust is flying up again, and all that comes from it is the sound of roars and shouts of killing.

As a Mongol general, Chambala did not choose the Jurchen cavalry regiment as an opponent. In line with the idea of picking up soft pinching persimmons, he targeted the ten infantry battalions of the separate regiment. With cavalry versus infantry, the advantage is quite obvious.

From a distance, the infantry was far from being as powerful as the cavalry, and their four hundred people formed a phalanx, tightly encircled in a phalanx, surrounded by black shields to protect their own safety.

Outside the phalanx, there are rows of horse-resisting stakes, and the cavalry don't come to mess with me, or you will be very hurt.

"Destroy these infantry first." Chambala's unceremonious remark, for the infantry to put up this battle, obviously not in his eyes.

The cavalry behind him was already eager to try, and the sabers in their hands were also ready to drink blood, and when they gave an order, they would devour and drown the infantry phalanx on the opposite side with overwhelming momentum.

"Kill!" Chambala's saber was raised, a crazy expression appeared on his face, his mouth was wide open, his right arm was swung forward, his legs were clamped hard, and the war horse under his crotch flew forward like a spirit.

In front of the infantry phalanx, at the outermost periphery were a hundred shield-wielding warriors, who hid their bodies as much as possible behind a one-meter-high iron shield. The moment the cavalry attacked, a rain of bows and arrows fell on the shields, and there was a crackling sound.

When cavalry attacks infantry, they will use bows and arrows to kill the infantry with the force of the impact. If it is used well, often a wave of bows and arrows can severely damage the opponent, and the moment when the cavalry really kills is the moment when the morale of the army is defeated.

In other words, the infantry can only be passively defended in the face of cavalry attacks, which is like a cat eating a mouse. It's just that when everything is put on the body of the five-star army, it should be another matter.

It's not their habit to defend and not attack.

"Points!"

The battalion commander of each infantry phalanx shouted after seeing the shield men block the opponent's first wave of bows and arrows. I saw that the airtight phalanx that had been covered suddenly separated from the middle and divided into two. In the middle of the exposed, there were more than a hundred musketeers, some of them lying on the ground, some half-squatting, and some standing, divided into several echelons to form a unique landscape.

"Shoot! Shoot! Gun! ”

When the battalion commander gave the order to attack with an almost hoarse roar, the hundreds of gunmen with eighty-one bars spat out their own tongues of fire. Under the sound of gunfire, the oncoming enemy cavalry fell to the ground one after another.

And prepared, these Mongol cavalry were taken by surprise. Some people were waving their sabers and were shot in the chest, some just jumped over the horse rejection stake, and even the whole body of the person and the horse was hit in mid-air, and some were bowing their heads and galloping, feeling a pain in the chest, and the whole person pounced and planted under the horse, and more still didn't understand what happened, and they had already lost their lives, that is, the person died, and the horse was still rushing forward without knowing it.

Fortunately, several layers of dense horse-rejecting piles worked, and in the end, those war horses were forced to stop in front of the horse-rejecting piles without the guidance of their masters.

The gunners were naturally the original auxiliary fighters. The current independent regiment was also expanded on the basis of six auxiliary battalions. That is to say, the number of auxiliaries who can use guns and use them well has reached more than 2,000, and now it is only ten infantry phalanxes, and one phalanx has a hundred gunners, and it is easy to get together, which is also the killer weapon prepared by Hu Mang when training the infantry of the independent regiment.

A thousand auxiliary soldiers, each holding a majestic bar hundreds of years later in this era, when a gunshot rang out, the moment an enemy horse was shot on a horse, the feeling brought to others was shocking.

Even if they were other independent regiment soldiers who were comrades-in-arms, these soldiers of the Beiming Guard who were captured because of the battle of Liaohe were also shocked by the strong combat power shown by the auxiliaries at this moment.

It's not that they haven't seen muskets before, and even because they are all comrades-in-arms, they have seen them up close. It's just that before they became auxiliaries, they didn't even have the right to touch the gun. For this matter, there are many comrades-in-arms who are still angry in their hearts, thinking about what you are angry about, isn't it just a musket, Daming now has this thing in the army.

But when they really experienced everything and saw everything on the sidelines, everyone was still taken aback. It's the same musket, but obviously there are too many differences, such as stability, coherence, lethality, etc., although they only served in the Nuer Gandusi area and didn't have the opportunity to touch the musket, they could still feel the difference between the musket in the hands of their comrades and the Ming Dynasty. Because if Da Ming had such a lethal musket, with the advantage of numbers, would anyone else be their opponent?

"Divine Machine Battalion!" A look of horror appeared on Chambala's face, which was as ruddy as blood dropped.

Decades ago, the Ming Dynasty relied on the muskets of the Shenji Battalion to defeat their ancestors. After all these years, I originally thought that the Ming Dynasty had been divided into north and south, and I originally thought that the Northern Ming Dynasty after the change of Tumubao was already at the end of the strong crossbow, and it was the time for them to re-emerge Mongolia. But now, when he saw the scene of a thousand muskets firing in unison, he knew that the doom of Mongolia had returned.

Just a charge, they lost thousands of cavalry, and this is their good son in Mobei Mongolia. They all have families, brothers and sisters. Now that they are all dead here, how will he explain it?

Chambala had the feeling of a punch hitting the iron plate. I thought that using cavalry against infantry was a move to capture it. But now, before people rushed over, they suffered heavy losses, and if they had to continue to fight, how many brothers would they have to lose to get a victory?

No longer as arrogant and confident as before, Chamballa wants to pass on to the Khan what happened here, and can they eat such a powerful enemy with muskets?

Chambala felt a headache, and Khan Sud was also a big brain. Not for anything else, but because a scout came to report that it was on either side of them that a large number of cavalry suddenly appeared. Although it is still impossible to see the reality of the other party, it should be right to be friend or foe.

"How can there be enemies? Didn't Toya say that there were only less than 10,000 in the Five-Star Army? Sud Khan changed his previous appearance of winning the game, and began to tangle in his heart.

He believed that even if the enemies on both sides were in league with the Five-Star Army, with his 20,000 Mongolian athletes, he would not have to worry about defeat. But it took so much effort, and in the end, I got a kill of 1,000 enemies and self-damage of 800, just to fight with a five-star army that didn't have a lot of hatred, is it worth it, what is the plan?

Just as he was struggling with this question, one of Chambala's personal soldiers ran over, "Khan, Khan, it's a big deal, the other party has a Shenji Battalion, and there is a Shenji Battalion." ”

"Why are you screaming like this?" was already in a bad mood, and being shouted by this pro-name, Su De had no good face. "Isn't it the Divine Machine Battalion, Ben Khan knows."