Subsequently, the hussars in charge of the guard kept returning to report that a large number of light cavalry were found nearby, numbering five hundred to seven hundred, and were assembling six or seven miles away.

Zhu Linmiao reined in his horse, looked in the direction of the enemy army, and tapped his palm with a horsewhip. This time he was likely to face an authentic Manchurian cavalry, more powerful than any enemy he had ever encountered, and almost as numerous as himself.

The main force of your team is the unarmored hussars, and the recurve bow of the captives will cause great damage to them.

Although the Hussars' spring wheel short guns were also a great threat to the Jianlu light cavalry, and he was confident that he could defeat this Jianlu cavalry in a head-on attack, it was not known how many Qing troops there were in Tingzhou, and if the losses in this battle were too great, it would have an extremely adverse impact on the subsequent search for Longwu.

"It's not appropriate to fight so hard." He shook his head and muttered to himself.

Zhen Zhen happened to turn his horse and lean over, "Your Highness, why don't we take advantage of the time that Jianyu is gathering to set up an ambush here?" ”

As she spoke, she immediately looked at the nearby terrain and immediately shrunk her neck in embarrassment—the surroundings were very empty, and although there were some gentle hills and a very sparse pine tree, there was no way to hide people.

"Ambush?" Zhu Linmiao looked around, his eyes swept over the flint on the back of the pro-soldier company, and suddenly thought about it, gave Zhen Zhen a thumbs up, and then pointed to the one hundred and ten cedar pines and said to Shi Lin: "Come with me." ”

Durd frowned as he listened to the sound of trumpets sounding everywhere.

Two days ago, when he learned that Li Chengdong, a cunning guy like a jackal, suddenly led his soldiers to the south, he smelled the smell of prey. So he hurriedly asked Lord Turai for a military order, and ordered 600 strong horsemen from his own department to follow Li Chengdong to Tingzhou, and the speed was even a few points faster than the latter.

The Ming troops he saw along the way were all in the camp, and even thousands of troops did not fight him. Durde knew that Zheng Zhilong had surrendered, and this was all due to his order that the Fujian Ming army should not move without permission.

It was because he went all the way unimpeded and went straight to the big goal in front of Li Chengdong that Li Chengdong coveted.

In order not to miss this "big goal", he divided his cavalry into teams of six, and each team was lined up at a distance of 30 zhang. Teams coordinate with each other by horns or shouts, maintaining the same speed.

Although the speed of the team will be slower, there is such a "big net" that will not miss anything valuable.

Just now, however, the western edge of the net was attacked.

This made Durde extremely angry, Zheng Zhilong, this useless thing, didn't he say that he could restrain all the Ming troops?!

The attack of the Ming army forced him to order his men to concentrate, otherwise the scattered six-man squad could easily be eaten one by one. But if he wants to form a "big net" again, he will have to waste at least half an hour.

Maybe it's because of this half an hour, the unknown huge credit will be snatched away by Li Chengdong.

Which guy the hell doesn't open his eyes?! Durd was secretly ruthless in his heart, and he was bound to break his body into ten thousand pieces later!

Not long after, a scout came to report that a group of Ming troops was found three miles away, and the number was less than 200.

Durde is so angry, the Ming army of less than 200 people dares to provoke him! He turned to see that the group was almost gathered, and with a shout, he drove his horse in the direction the scout had pointed.

The distance was still far away, and he saw more than 100 Ming soldiers dressed in dark green clothes with their backs to a very sparse cedar and pine forest, hurriedly digging a trench, and placing two temporary repulsion horses tied with tree branches in front of them.

He sneered contemptuously, the tactics of these southern barbarians were simply dull, when there were cavalry, they only knew how to rush their horses, and when the foot soldiers were mostly desperately digging trenches to resist horses.

There are only two hundred people in front of them, and they can't open the formation at all, so what's the use of digging trenches? His cavalry could easily go around to his flanks and assault. And the trees behind them, sparse enough for elephants to walk through, and they used them as a barrier? What a joke!

Durde waved his hand to his side and said disdainfully: "Zeng Li, Mu Teng, you each bring one hundred and fifty people, wrap them up from both sides, and slaughter these brainless Nanbans." Hurry up, Li Chengdong won't wait for us. ”

"Huh!"

Soon, the two groups of cavalry formed a random column, rushed out of Durd's ranks, bypassed two arcs, and attacked the two flanks of the Ming army.

The Ming army, apparently spotting the enemy's attack, immediately retreated behind the half-dug trench and began to scramble with the muskets. A moment later, there was a chaotic sound of guns in the Ming army's position, and a large cloud of black smoke suddenly came out.

Durd almost didn't laugh out loud when he saw this, he knew that the Ming army had always liked to put guns indiscriminately, but it was the first time he had seen it as exaggerated as in front of him - Zeng Li and Mu Teng had just rushed out a few steps, and they were still more than two miles away from the Ming army, did these Nanban think they were holding cannons in their hands?

And those Ming troops seemed to be frightened, and kept crackling, but such a long distance was just a waste of ammunition.

It wasn't until the two armies were less than 200 paces apart that the Ming army's gunners, who didn't know which ancestral tomb was emitting green smoke, actually shot a cavalryman. But other than that, the dense sound of guns never achieved any results, only creating a thick sky of gunpowder smoke to obscure the battlefield.

But the strange thing is that when the Qing army was still 100 steps away from the target and began to accelerate the charge, the sound of guns in the smoke screen stopped abruptly.

Durd frowned again, and said in his heart, Could it be that these cowardly Nanban ran away? He has been in a similar situation many times. When the Ming army was far away, the guns and cannons were terrifying, but as soon as they began to fight with each other, they would scatter like a flock of wolves.

The next moment, with the sound of a trumpet, a group of cavalrymen dressed in black and armed with seven-foot spears suddenly rushed out from the thick smoke on the opposite side, lined up in a neat charge and attacked the left flank of Zeng Li's department.