More than 1,000 cavalry followed, roaring with wind and thunder, and in the blink of an eye, the dull crashing sound of the war horses on both sides, the neighing of the wounded war horses, and the terrible howls of the dying soldiers sounded on the battlefield.

Li Fuming held the horse's lance tightly with both hands, his legs tightly held the horse's belly, and his buttocks were slightly raised, about a finger's distance from the saddle. In his eyes, a stout Red Banner Manchurian cavalry came head-on, and the Red Banner Cavalry probably found Li Fuming, who was guarded by dozens of family members, and judged from his banner armor, horse weapons and guard momentum that this person must be a great figure among the soldiers and horses of the Ming Kingdom.

Between breaths, the two sides were less than four or five steps apart, just a jump distance for the war horse. You can see each other's hideous expressions.

Li Fuming roared, and the horse lance in his hand stabbed out, and at the same time, the Red Banner Manchurian cavalry also stabbed the tiger spear in his hand fiercely.

Cavalry duels are far more cruel than infantry, requiring not only courage and combat skills, but also rich experience and keen prediction.

Because the speed of the war horses on both sides is fast, the difference is the end of death.

Li Fuming was born in Liaodong and has dealt with the Jiannu cavalry for decades, so he knows a lot about it, and he can mix in the position of the chief soldier of Shanxi Town, which is enough to prove that this person's ability to lead troops and combat level, as well as battlefield fighting skills, are by no means in vain. Whether it is battlefield experience or prediction ability, it is very outstanding.

The two horses intersect, between the electric light and the stone fire. Li Fuming's body was slightly deviated to the right with the help of the horse's momentum, and the tiger spear of the Red Banner Cavalry was almost close to his left rib. Through the three layers of armor, he could still feel the strength of this shot, if it wasn't for the timely dodge, maybe Li Fuming had already pierced the armor of the tiger gun at this time, and the antlers on the tiger gun began to bleed tirelessly!

However, the horse lance in Li Fuming's hand, the spear blade with a crimson color, took advantage of the horse's momentum. The snort also pierced the chest of the cavalryman, but the iron armor on the outside and the cotton armor on the inside could not stop the huge kinetic energy brought by the relative rush of the two fast horses. The tip of the lance pierced the horseman's body all the way, and it came out.

Li Fuming laughed out loud, and pressed with both hands, holding the front hand and pressing the back hand. With the help of horsepower, the body of the cavalry was lifted up violently. Thrown out. The quick-eyed man grabbed the cavalry's horse and handed the reins to Li Fuming's hand. Li Fuming looked at the fat and strong war horse with satisfaction, and tied the reins to his saddle.

The red armor and red banner of the Red Banner Cavalry, the red fat jacket and red banner of the cavalry of Shanxi Town and the Model Brigade are like two blazing flames, rendering this piece of heaven and earth red!

Both flames burned with all their might, trying to devour each other. It became a mass within itself until it was burned into a cold, gray ash. Both flames were slamming desperately. Burning, bursting with the impact of countless sparks.

In the distance, Wang Pu, who had already sorted out the defeat and returned to his home, led more than 1,000 elite cavalry from Datong Town to immediately watch the fierce battle of cavalry against cavalry not far away on the dirt slope.

Looking at the past, under the banner of a model brigade, Lin Changgen, a battalion officer of the model brigade horse team, led dozens of cavalry to line up closely, escorting each other, and rushing to fight like a moving cavalry wall.

Not far away, a red flag was strong, leading two cavalrymen. Wielding a huge birch iron scythe, he slammed into a model brigade cavalry.

The mighty horse was about to collide head-on with the cavalry of the Model Brigade, and the huge sharp scythe was about to reap the life of the cavalryman.

However, at this moment, his left and right shoulder pads, chest, black painted helmet, face door, and the two house slaves with their tails behind him burst out with bloody arrows, but they were stabbed with spears by the model brigade that rushed by the two wings.

Before he even had time to scream, he was carried off his horse by the huge impact kinetic energy, and was trampled into meat in the blink of an eye.

Like this growth, as the roaring cavalry continued to stagger, in the thunderous sound of horses' hooves, there were constantly rushing Zhenghongqi men and horses were knocked off their horses, and even the men and horses fell to the ground, or were stabbed in the ribs and head with spears by the cavalry of the Model Brigade galloping on both sides, and large streams of blood continued to gush out. As soon as they fell off their horses, they also used their remaining vitality to let out a hissing howl, and cursed loudly at the group of timid Nanban opposites for such shameless tactics.

In the face of the model brigade's use of such unreasonable tactics, these elite people who are in the red flag are at a loss to take care of one or the other, and the extremely fierce cavalry in the past is as powerless as a baby.

However, all kinds of things can happen on the battlefield. Niu Lu Zhangjing, whose face was covered with oil and blood, miraculously rushed through the first line with seven or eight of his own guards and house slaves, although the iron helmet on his head was picked off by a cavalryman with a spear, but it was fine. Seeing the oncoming second column of riders each holding their swords, he couldn't help but have a cruel smile on his face, and waved the long-handled knife in his hand to ride his horse to meet him.

The blood mist burst out, and a model brigade cavalry came at him, from the left shoulder to the right rib, and even with more than half of the horse's head, all of which were chopped off by the heavy, sharp, narrow and curved sword. But it was Niu Lu Zhangjing, and the moment the two war horses staggered by, his body suddenly stood up from the saddle. The long-handled knife in his hand slashed diagonally. It is also used to use the huge kinetic energy brought by the speed of the war horse to cut the rider off the horse.

Before he had time to be complacent, an angry roar sounded in his ears. In the afterglow of Niu Lu Zhangjing's eyes, he caught a glimpse of a saber flashing, and the sword light fell squarely on his neck, and the impact of the war horse made this Niu Lu Zhang Jing not enjoy the pleasure of a knife in two, but fell backwards and rolled heavily to the ground.

His eyes were scattered, the blood on his neck spurted out like a fountain, and the bloody fragments of his mouth kept pouring out. Stained his neck guard red, as well as the nail leaf on his chest. The desire to survive prompted him to try to struggle and crawl. Soon, however, several huge horses' hooves stepped down head-on.

The battle of the cavalry hedge was short and brutal, and in the blink of an eye. The first wave of the Red Banner cavalry that clashed with Shanxi Town and the Model Brigade was left with very little left.

This battle was the most hearty and hearty battle that Li Fuming fought against the Liaodong anti-thieves since he joined the army. The cavalry of the model brigade in front of the Liaodong thieves who roared and pounced on them just knocked over layer by layer, and hit the Liao thief cavalry who were as anxious as a storm and turned over on their backs, and there were very few cavalrymen who were lucky enough to avoid the three-layer cavalry wall, and they were soon cut off by his cavalry, and even the weapons and horses became the harvest of Shanxi Town.

Looking at the invincible model brigade cavalry in the distance, Li Fuming's heart was mixed. It's obviously a bunch of raw melon eggs on horseback. can only run on the horse, and the various martial arts on the horse are even less served. However, this record has to be admired, so tightly cavalry. It's his Shanxi town. and even the entire Liaodong Army, which is far from being possible.

"No wonder Wu Sangui's kid walked so close to the model brigade that day, it is said that he worshiped the county lord as a godmother in Tashan, so it is! With such a strong army, I also want to be Ning Yuanbo's righteous son and grandson! ”

He led more than 1,000 cavalry under his command to follow the model brigade horseman. The scattered Liao thief cavalry was knocked off their horses one by one. They are quite intricately equipped. There are bows, knives, hooks, sickles, palladium, sticks and other weapons, which need to be swung in a large space, and the formation should not be too dense, but it is also suitable for annihilating those fish that have slipped through the net

This scene was clearly seen by Wang Pu's greed and eagerness. Behind him. Wang Zheng had already finished rectifying hundreds of families and more than 1,000 cavalrymen, and they were gearing up one by one. Get ready to go into battle and pick up the bargains. In the past, the fierce and abnormal Liao thief cavalry has become so vulnerable today, if you don't go up to fight the water dogs at this time, when will you stay?

Wang Pu looked back and nodded with satisfaction with the state and morale of his family and cavalry. These family cavalry are the result of his years of hard work, and they can be regarded as blood. Wang Pu believed that his men and horses could fight a draw with the Liao thief cavalry in a two-on-one manner, and if they fought alone, they could beat the cavalry of the model brigade to the ground. But such a hedge against their well-organized horse team would not dare in any case. Their kind of solemn and majestic posture is awe-inspiring at first glance.

"Brother Wu! Your subordinate horse team is too small, why don't I let the cavalry of Datong Town rush forward!" It's good to annihilate this Jiannu in one fell swoop! ”

Seeing that the military flag of the model brigade had rushed to the opponent's golden dragon, but it was unable to rush again, so he had to turn his horse back, and the whole team was ready to attack again. How could Wang Pu give up the opportunity to make meritorious contributions to Li Fuming? At the moment, he opened his mouth to discuss with Wu Biao.

Wu Biao didn't have time to speak, and the battlefield was changing again!

There was almost no whole formation, and the cavalry of those model brigades quickly circled around the battlefield, and once again in strict formation, they continued to charge the more chaotic Qing cavalry.

Behind them, Li Fuming led his family, as well as more than a thousand cavalry from Shanxi Town, and followed the rush straight to Fei Yangwu's main formation. After the first charge, their formation was chaotic, and they could only barely maintain the formation, and after the model brigade horse team went around this half circle, the formation was even more chaotic and almost completely unorganized, so they could only follow the model brigade in a mess. However, even if they eat ash behind the buttocks of the model brigade horses, there is a cheap price to pick up, Li Fuming and the soldiers of Shanxi Town are still very happy.

In the blink of an eye, another round of collision began. The two sides collided savagely, spear to spear, saber to sabre, without any tricks, all of them were hard-fought and hard-fought fights. Broken limbs and bones were splashed, screams and moans were endless, iron hooves were like thunder, and the sound of killing shook the sky. Countless red armors were intertwined, so that the cavalry on both sides had to slightly distinguish whether the opposite side was friend or foe. And the model brigade and horse team that formed a formation of shocks took advantage of this, no matter what the armor on the opposite side was, their own people were lined up on the left and right, just rushing towards the chaotic red flag cavalry on the opposite side and repeatedly rushing and killing!

Fei Yangwu, who supervised the battle under the Weaving Golden Dragon, saw the disadvantages of his subordinates.

In the staggering of people and horses, the distance between death and life is instantaneous, and people on both sides scream and fall off their horses. But the losses of the Red Banner cavalry were greater. They are in a loose formation, how can they be opponents with a tight military formation?

And the array of the Red Banner cavalry, strictly speaking, is not an offensive formation of cavalry, but an offensive formation of mounted infantry. When the distance between the two sides was twenty or thirty paces, they also shot arrows, javelins, iron bones, and so on.

As these javelins, bones, and arrows rushed towards the Ming cavalry, they flew all over the sky. However, it was able to bring some trouble to the charging Ming army, and from time to time there were short screams coming from the horse team, and someone was poisoned. Fall from a horse.

However, when the two formations collided together, the disadvantage of the Red Banner cavalry came out of their time, and the Model Brigade broke through their formation with ease like a red-hot knife cutting butter. Knocked them over again!

The continuous dull loud noises were accompanied by the rain of blood and screams and moans, and the front and center of the Red Flag Formation were smashed through by the Model Brigade Horse Team.

The huge horse team banner behind Lin Changgen went straight to Fei Yangwu's Weaving Golden Dragon Silk and swooped over!

"Quick! Keep up! Li Fuming waved the horse lance in his hand, and struggled to supervise his men and horses to follow Lin Changgen's banner and swoop forward, and the woven golden dragon silk became the focus of the two armies. The men and horses on both sides rushed here and fought hard.

More fierce battles broke out quickly. The cavalrymen who rushed to the rescue from both flanks and rear to the command position of Fei Yangwu watched as their comrades were thrown off their horses with spears, stabbed with boring rakes, or chopped down by sabers. The three-eyed gun smashed against the helmet and armor, and the horse's lance spear pierced the armor leaves, making a tooth-souring and cold sound. There were also the death-defying screams and painful moans of the soldiers on both sides, which merged into the cruel sounds of the battlefield.

"It's over!"

Yue Le, who commanded several Niu Lu and the infantry of Datong Town on the left flank of the battlefield, and Wang Pu, who watched the battle from a distance and served as a guard and reserve. Almost at the same time there was a lament!

in their field of vision. They all clearly saw the weaving gold dragon on behalf of the red flag Manchuria Gushan Ezhen Feiyangwu, after a fierce shout of killing, someone kept throwing the corpses of those Baya soldiers out of the circle, and the Ming army also continued to have cavalry stabbed off their horses.

"It must be the slave chief Fei Yangwu who is surrounded by the model brigade!"

"Not good! Lord Belle is surrounded! ”

For Fei Yangwu, who was surrounded by the Ming army, Wang Pu and Yue Le's feelings were completely different. One is worried that his master will be captured or killed by the enemy, which will have a strict impact on the battle situation and morale, and the other is jealous of the credit but he can't share the difference.

"Master, let's go!"

In the dense encirclement, the loyal Zhenghongqi Baya Lama Zhangjing's face was covered with blood. I don't know who picked off his helmet with one shot, and the money rattail braid, which was usually carefully combed, was also scattered and intertwined with blood. It looks more and more terrifying wolf bèi.

Fei Yangwu, who was also covered in blood, let out a long laugh, "Let's go? These Nikans want to let Benbel escape, and they don't have that qualifications enough! Ben Beile is Taizu's nephew and the emperor's cousin, if he runs away like this, wouldn't he lose the face of Taizu's Heavenly Destiny? Broke the emperor's prestige?! ”

Unable to stop scolding, Fei Yangwu waved his long knife, cut off the horse lance of a Shanxi town officer, and sent the knife out of the way, cutting off the officer's arm.

Although there was a smug shout in his mouth, Fei Yangwu's subordinates were getting fewer and fewer. Looking at the more and more Ming soldiers around, the dense swords and guns surrounded like ears of wheat in the hemp forest, I don't know how many people are here?

In the distance, Yue Le and Zierdu were even more desperate to lead their subordinates to pounce on this side, one was a father and son, and the other was a cousin and subordinates. According to the military law of the Qing army, if the main general is damaged during the war, I am afraid that I will be able to escape my life and return to Shengjing, and I will also be strictly disciplined by Huang Taiji. It's better to die here than to be ridiculed and die!

"Kill! Kill! ”

Li Fuming, who was supervising the battle on the periphery of the battle array, his eyes were also bloodshot. This surrounds a solid mountain Ezhen who is a red flag Manchuria, if he is captured or beheaded in his own hands, this is probably the biggest result since the war in Liaodong? I'm afraid that I can also be knighted as an earl!

Thinking of this, he was extremely excited, and even threw a batch of soldiers and horses into it at any cost to join the war group, making the already very narrow and chaotic war group more and more chaotic.

The people in the circle didn't care about any tricks, and those who used big knives only slashed and stabbed forward, and those who used spears and horses just stabbed forward along the gaps between their bodies.

"You damned Nikan! I am Baylor of the Great Qing Dynasty, and I am the Red Flag Manchurian Gushan Ezhen, you want to kill me, take your head in exchange! ”

In the encirclement, Fei Yangwu no longer had the bearing he had just now, he just roared and screamed and danced with a knife, he had already suffered several injuries on his body, and his whole body was also dripping with blood. I cut off the officer's arm just now, but I was also stabbed by the soldier next to me, and I saw that there were fewer and fewer Bayala soldiers beside him, and there were only dozens of people left, but Jierdu and Yue Le were blocked out of the circle and couldn't get close, so I couldn't help but let Fei Yangwu secretly cry in his heart, is this the place where I am buried?

Just as he slashed the cavalry of a model brigade to death, snatched his funeral gun, danced in his hand, and tried to drive the model brigade besieging him and the soldiers of Shanxi Town farther away, he suddenly heard a shout from outside the circle, mixed with frightened Manchu and excited Chinese, "Kill!" Kill! ”

"Dead! The master died in battle! ”

But it was Zierdu, the third son of Fei Yangwu, who rushed from the right flank, who was eager to save his father, and led a few guards to rush too far ahead, and was besieged by more than a dozen model brigade commanders and pikemen, and a few spears pierced his armor and pierced him deeply. Even more forcefully, he lifted his body high, so that he who still had a breath to look at Fei Yangwu in the encirclement.

"Ah, Amma, son, son......"

Before he could say a word, Zildu was stabbed to death. (To be continued......)