"Kill!"

Ilshen spear in hand, desperately rushing forward in a roar. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Behind him, the remaining two hundred and sixty veterans of the Eight Banners frantically urged their horses and roared forward as before, and forty of their companions were shattered by the cannonballs, not only did not frighten them, but aroused their ferocity. These guys who followed the wild boar skin from the old forest seemed to have returned to the bloodthirsty era of those days, when their saddles were always full of Han heads, when they destroyed everything in front of them like the devils of hell, and after many years of stable life, as soon as they saw the blood when they put on their armor again, they immediately returned to their old state.

They swept across the earth like the wind.

The horses' hooves trampled the dust into the sky, and the cavalry charged like beasts, fiercely ramming into the thin line of defense in front of them.

It's close!

It's getting closer!

They could already see the frightened faces of the Ming soldiers ten zhang away, and they could also see how they would knock them out in the next moment.

"Kill!"

Ilshen roared feverishly.

Suddenly, he saw the Ming army officer on the opposite side pointing the Yanling knife in his hand.

Almost at the same time, countless fires shone in front of the side-by-side human wall, and in the dense sound of birds, the smoke instantly obscured his vision, he felt that he had been punched in the chest, he lowered his head blankly, looking at the blood that kept gushing out of his chest, a cold immediately hit, and then the spear in his hand fell, and even his vision began to blur.

And the galloping war horse still carried him on.

The whirlwind of countless bullets swept past him.

The next moment there were countless screams behind him.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the war horse carried the crumbling Ilshen to the front of the Ming army.

In that thick smoke of gunpowder, countless bright spikes, like a terrible wall, suddenly appeared in front of it, the war horse that had followed Ilshen for many years instinctively neighed and stood up, throwing the owner on its back directly to the ground, and the next moment five or six spikes pierced into its body at the same time, the war horse fell with a scream, and at the moment it fell, Ilshen, who was also nailed to the ground by a spike, also looked behind him and slowly closed his eyes.

Behind him was a cavalry hell.

Countless fallen horses and soldiers piled up in the wilderness, struggling in pools of blood, wailing in their dying.

The remnants of the cavalry in their midst were rushing through with a dazed mind.

"Kill!"

Looking at the remnants of the Qing cavalry, Zhu Yiwu roared excitedly.

The victory is theirs.

He suppressed the fear in his heart, which almost overwhelmed his reason, until the Tartar vanguard was ten feet away from him before he gave the order to fire, and in the end this venture had an unbelievable effect, a salvo of eight hundred soldiers, plus two cannon shots, actually caused more than half of the Tartar cavalry to fall in front of the formation, and only less than a hundred horsemen were able to dodge this volley and rush to him.

Now as long as his soldiers do not crush, victory is no suspense.

"Kill, for the emperor!"

With a loud roar, he raised his short gun and aimed it at the Tartar cavalry less than a foot in front of him, and pulled the trigger.

The cavalry fell.

But the galloping war horse continued to crash into it like a wall with inertia.

The flagbearer beside him roared, and the flagpole in his hand suddenly moved forward, and the tip of the spear on the flagpole instantly sank into the chest of the war horse, but the force of the impact still hit the flagpole and broke from it, and the flagbearer was knocked upside down and flew out by this huge force, but at the same time, the bayonets of the four soldiers suddenly stretched out into the body of the war horse, and the war horse stood up with a sad roar, but finally fell to the ground weakly.

At the same time, another Qing cavalry appeared, and without hesitation, he lifted the reins, and the war horse under his crotch jumped suddenly.

Yet there were countless bayonets underneath.

On the entire Ming army front, more soldiers with bayonets in their hands were also stabbing forward with the simplest movements they had practiced countless times for more than half a year, roaring and stabbing forward, and the swinging guns, which were taller than adults after adding bayonets, were like spears in a straight line, and a bright jungle of bayonets crashed into the war horses of the Qing army. In the violent impact, those war horses fell one after another with a scream, although the spears of the Qing army on horseback also continued to stab the Ming army in front, but this was to no avail, the disadvantage of nearly ten to one in numbers made their attack meaningless, and then countless bayonets pierced their bodies.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty."

Not far behind this battlefield, Liang Cheng said in a low voice.

"It's still not good enough, if they can increase the shooting rate and reload the ammunition faster, they can shoot two rounds of bullets in the middle of the Tartar charge, and it is estimated that none of them will have to die at that time."

Yang Feng said.

Of course, this is already very good, the first battle of the Dangkou Brigade against the cavalry, in fact, it is worth being happy not to escape, it is an unexpected joy to be able to win, as for the total annihilation, it is a complete surprise, although these soldiers have only achieved the most basic requirements for them, but in this worse era, the army that can do the basic requirements can already be described as a strong army, this time the Dangkou Brigade meets the standard.

That's enough, can they still be expected to play hollow phalanxes?

"Order the 1st and 3rd Infantry Battalions and the Artillery Battalion to go forward, and the 2nd Battalion of the Company Synchronous Infantry to the east along the Qinghe River to the east, and deploy at Shicheng Mountain, and the 4th Infantry Battalion to stay behind."

Yang Feng said.

Liang Cheng immediately went back to deliver the message.

Yang Feng urged the war horse to move forward, and soon appeared on the battlefield that had ended.

As soon as the soldiers who were cleaning up the battlefield saw him appear, they hurriedly formed a team, but they were stopped by Yang Feng.

"Go on, you have done a good job, I am very satisfied, you give all the Tartar horses and equipment and all the property found on your body to your battalion commander, and then I will reward you according to the situation, but everyone is not allowed to hide it privately, and those who find that there are seized items in private possession will be punished as a bully, and the Tartar shot by each of you and the Tartar stabbed with a bayonet will also be reported to your gang commander, and you must not lie, and the lie will also be a deception, and then report the number of bullets you have left."

Yang Feng sat on the war horse and said.

In fact, this kind of merit is just a meaning, the bayonet is easy to calculate, but the target of the bullet is probably only God knows, the queue to shoot is not expected to be accurate, and in the end it can only be roughly recorded according to the total number of kills and the number of bullets fired, in short, this work is more troublesome than combat, and some officers will have to be specially arranged to be responsible for it in the future, and now it can only be made up first.

As for the return of the spoils of war, this is a must.

Throughout the ages, there are a lot of examples of losing fighters because of the competition for the spoils of war, and even turning victory into defeat, not to mention that the competition for the spoils of war will also cause internal contradictions, since this is the case, it is simply all returned to the public, although in fact it is impossible in the implementation, after all, even the modern army can not do it, but the system must be stipulated in this way, as for the future in foreign warfare to allow soldiers to mail souvenirs home, that is another matter, but the principle of seizure and return to the public must be established.

"You're doing a good job!"

Yang Feng looked at Zhu Yiwu, who was kneeling on one knee in front of the horse, and said.

"It's for you!"

He dismounted and hung a medal on Zhu Yiwu's chest and said.

"This is a medal, this medal can ensure that after you retire, you will still receive military pay according to the battalion commander's standard every year, not only you, but your second-generation heirs can continue to receive it after your death, but the third generation will not be able to, from now on your identity is a medalist, and there will be other benefits in the future, but you can't commit a crime, and the crime will be recovered."

Yang Feng said.

"Thank you, Emperor Longen!"

Zhu Yiwu knelt on the ground and choked up.

"You deserve it, but your mistake is also obvious, your victory is because your enemy is too light and his forces are too small, and if you change to a cautious general, and have more cavalry, he will go around the flank to attack you. You only have one front, if you can't make adjustments before the flank attack arrives, then they will easily overwhelm you, go back and reflect on yourself, don't think that you won't make a mistake after victory, remember, any mistake you make can cost hundreds of brothers. Also, clean up the battlefield immediately, cut off all the heads of all the Tartars, and then go to meet with the 1st and 3rd Battalions and the Artillery Battalion, go to Shicheng Mountain to prepare to meet the Tartars, and there will be more battles to come. ”

Yang Feng said.

What he played this time was actually to besiege the city and send reinforcements, taking advantage of the Qing army's fear of letting him gain a firm foothold on the Liaodong Peninsula, besieging Gaizhou City without attacking it, attracting the Qing army to continue to come south to fight with him in the field, and hone his Dangkou brigade in the field.

Because there is also the threat of the Ming army in the direction of Jinzhou and Guangning, coupled with the possibility that the naval division may enter the Liaohe River to attack Niuzhuang at any time, the Qing army actually can't draw too many troops to go south, between one and twenty thousand is the limit, and as long as the expedition is not continued, then the Dangkou brigade has enough ability to resist the Qing army with field defense, and there is no flank and rear threat here, they can safely block the north of Gaizhou City, and the arriving Qing army will attack and defend with Shicheng Mountain as the core.

Eventually, while bleeding the Qing army, the army also grew up in battle.

As for the point of death and injury, it doesn't matter.

He is establishing a reserve system among those righteous people, and the second brigade is also being trained, so it is a big deal to transfer new recruits here to replenish them, and those veterans who have been tested by the fire of war will lead the new recruits, and it is estimated that after half a year of fighting, he will have an army that can really run rampant in the world.

And a truly loyal army.

So immediately after that, the Ming army began to adjust its deployment, with one battalion to guard the base of the Qinghe, and the supplies from the sea were stored on the south bank, while the other four battalions went east along the Qinghe River, bypassing the south of Gaizhou City, and then set up a camp on Shicheng Mountain west of the modern Tuandian in the east of Gaizhou City. Yang Feng personally led the Jinyi Guard Heavy Cavalry to protect the thirty-mile-long transportation line, and guarded the 1,000 defenders in Gaizhou City on the flanks to cross the river to attack, and handed over the task of blocking the Qing army to the camp of Shicheng Mountain.