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The three thousand Ming cavalry stood in formation, all the soldiers held their spears in their hands, and controlled the restless war horses under their crotches to silently watch ahead, and in a valley less than two miles wide in front of them, the torrent of Qing cavalry flooding the valley seemed to be endless.

"Are you afraid?"

Yang Feng looked at both sides of him and said loudly.

"With His Majesty here, no one is afraid of the ministers!"

Liang Cheng and the others took a deep breath and said.

"Are you ready to charge with me?"

Yang Feng asked in a louder voice.

"Swear to follow Your Majesty!"

And then countless soldiers shouted!

"Very good, but we don't have to do this today, we have to believe in science, today I will take you to watch a good show, pass the order, shrink the formation, the infantry step forward to meet the enemy, send the order to Tang Yu, pull our mortars forward, and set up artillery in the rear of the infantry!"

Yang Feng said.

He suddenly remembered the battle of Zhao Moduo between Kang Mazi and Geerdan, since there was something better than Kang Mazi at that time, then why did he have to attack with cavalry? The strength of the 3,000 cavalry under his command is not strong, and the heavy cavalry that is really suitable for trapping is actually 500 brocade guards, and the rest are all messy miscellaneous cards, compared with the elite of the Eight Banners Manchuria, it cannot be compared in any way, even if he can defeat Abatai with his bonus attack, the loss will definitely not be small.

So why do you have to do such a brain-dead thing?

Why not play a little prettier?

As his order was issued, Cao Youyi's 10,000 infantry in the rear quickly stepped forward, and the mobile city wall composed of side vans lay on the right side of his cavalry, forming a standard formation of two ends to reach the Xiaoling River and the Daughter River respectively, and the left and right steps were waiting for the formation.

At the same time, Tang Yu, who received the emperor's order, quickly transferred ten mortars, that is, those mortars, this thing Yang Feng called it a mortar, in fact, the effect is no different from mortars, a total of less than a thousand catties and the small things mounted on the four-wheeled vehicle are very easy to move, and soon the ten mortars quickly arrived at the left flank battlefield, and set up behind the infantry formation, and the muzzles of the ten black holes pointed to the sky.

And at this time, the Qing army also arrived.

Nearly 10,000 cavalry looked as if they were boundless on the green wilderness, and even the earth trembled in the galloping of thousands of horses, and all the barbarian cavalry on horseback rushed with their spears and unstoppable momentum.

And then......

"Fire!"

Yang Feng said indifferently.

On the rear position of the infantry, ten mortars suddenly roared, and ten shells flew over the infantry's heads in a high-pitched trajectory, and then smashed into the charging cavalry with a piercing roar.

In the torrent of galloping war horses, bright fireworks exploded one after another, and in the huge explosion, those war horses hit by shrapnel fell down as if they had stepped into a pit, throwing the cavalry on their backs directly off their horses and stepping into flesh. And the terrible sound made more horses neighed in horror, and even some horses began to try to turn around, and the cavalry on horseback, who were originally charging like a rainbow, had to do their best to appease their horses, so a small area of chaos inevitably occurred.

But that's not the scariest thing.

The most terrifying thing is those scattered sparks, this seemingly incomparably bright thing, but also the most vicious weapons, they rained like raindrops on the cotton armor of the surrounding Qing cavalry and their war horses, the thousands of degrees of aluminum powder burned even after a rapid drop, it still burned the bodies of those war horses like a soldering iron. How can the war horses in the severe pain still have any sense, those war horses that were hit by the fire rain, all screamed in pain, regardless of the control of the owner on the horseback, they turned around and tried to escape, and then collided with the war horses that could not dodge in the wild gallop behind, and the scope of chaos continued to spread.

And then the trampling of each other also appeared.

"Keep shelling!"

In the stunned exclamations of his soldiers, Yang Feng said with satisfaction.

Obviously, in the battle of Zhaomodo, even Geerdan's camel city could be blasted open by Dai Zi's Weiyuan General Cannon with a primary version of the flowering shell, and there was no reason why he couldn't bombard the Qing cavalry with so many mortar cannons and incendiary bombs.

Behind the infantry formation, the gunners cleared the chambers as fast as they could, loaded the propellants, stuffed the shells with wooden tube fuses, and then quickly completed the second round of firing, and another ten shells hit the Qing army, and the latter's confusion quickly began to spread, and the momentum of the indomitable charge was gone. At this time, more and more Qing cavalry, like the monk Lingqin of Bali Bridge, had to do their best to entangle with their panicked war horses, and even had to carefully avoid the headless war horses of their companions, and the fierce shouts of killing turned into chaotic curses.

Those who were not affected by the chaos were still rushing towards the Ming army, trying to break through the latter's defenses, as they had done so many times in the past.

But it won't be easy.

The maximum range of those mortars can reach four miles, and the speed can basically hit a round in one minute, although there is no accuracy, but fortunately, their targets are all over the mountains, and the shells will definitely not miss, and the Qing cavalry will take at least six or seven minutes to rush through these four miles, which means that they have to suffer sixty or seventy shells, which is really not much.

However, their horses are not specially trained to tolerate the sound of shell explosions.

In fact, when the fourth round of shells exploded in the cavalry of the Qing army, less than half of the Qing army was still able to maintain the attitude of charging towards the Ming army.

This is not the same as Yang Feng's super gunpowder bag, that thing can only explode in one place, but this one is blooming everywhere, that thing can only create local chaos, but this one can create comprehensive chaos. The war horses of the Qing army, which had never been subjected to such a thing, ran wildly in horror in those huge explosions that kept ringing, the sparks that kept splashing on their bodies, and even shrapnel hits, crashing, and even trampling each other. Before killing a single Ming army, countless Qing soldiers fell on the war horses of their companions, and even under the iron hooves of their own war horses, they became fragmented rotten meat.

"Calm down, stay in formation!"

In the confusion, Abatai roared in vain.

Suddenly, a whistling sound sounded above his head, and then a cannonball smashed in front of him, and the thing bounced directly on the ground with sparks that spewed outward, and before he could react, it turned into a brilliant firework in the air less than a foot high. The two horsemen screamed and flew out at the same time in the firelight, and the sparks fell like raindrops, and the four unlucky horsemen and their horses immediately rose with green smoke, and the scorched horses galloped in confusion, and one of the horses was colliding with the war horse under Abatai's crotch.

The already frightened horse immediately neighed and stood up.

Damn it, you cunt!

Abatai, who had almost been thrown off, roared angrily.

Fortunately, at this time, a scene that pleased him finally appeared, although it was no longer possible to maintain the formation, but a large part of the cavalry still rushed to the range of the bow and arrow, and then these cavalry began to shoot arrows at those Ming infantry, of course, the birds in the hands of those infantry were also shooting, and the chaotic battle between the two sides immediately began.

At this time, the cavalry on the left flank of the Ming infantry still did not attack.

Of course, Abatai wouldn't know, and it was only because Yang Feng didn't think his subordinates were messy enough.

At the same time, the artillery behind the Ming infantry was still firing, the flower shells were still exploding in the Qing army, and the chaos was still spreading. But Cao Youyi and his 10,000 infantry still stubbornly resisted, and from behind the planks of those vans, rounds of bullets and sharp arrows continued to shoot outward, and the spearmen's spears continued to stab forward, and the real bloody battle unfolded on this defensive line.

But Yang Feng was still waiting.

He was waiting for the Qing army to fall into complete chaos.

Fortunately, he didn't wait too long, when the twentieth round of shells fell in the Qing army, this army with a ferocious momentum had already become a joke, and even the Ming cavalry watching the battle were happily pointing and admiring their chaos, and the time to attack was finally coming.

Looking at Abatai, who was overwhelmed by the chaotic war horse, His Majesty the Emperor suddenly raised the iron in his right hand and pointed forward.

"Kill!"

He roared.

The black horse under the crotch neighed, and then took a step, and the five hundred brocade guards behind the iron cavalry also urged the war horse, and then followed by two thousand five hundred cavalry, the torrent of cavalry first jogged and then accelerated, and soon turned into a horse galloping, with Yang Feng as the tip, an elongated triangular array gradually formed, in the frightened gaze of Abatai, it crashed into the chaotic Qing cavalry.

The pair of iron claws in Yang Feng's hands once again turned into the sharp claws of fierce beasts, and in the wild gallop of the war horse under his crotch, he constantly tore apart all the enemies that appeared in front of him, and behind him, five hundred brocade guards and two thousand five hundred cavalry, following their Emperor Majesty, densely approached together, and kept picking off the Qing cavalry one by one with the spears in their hands. This elongated triangular formation is like a sharp long sword, with an unstoppable momentum, constantly penetrating through the middle of the Qing army, constantly tearing apart, being picked off by spears, and trampling under the galloping horses' hooves, leaving a piece of blood red that spreads outwards behind.

The latter, who were bombarded by flowering shells, could not organize effective resistance at this time, although their numbers were still numerous, but a cavalry with no formation at all, in front of a cavalry formation, was completely a group of lambs to the slaughter, not to mention that this cavalry in formation also had an unstoppable forward.

Therefore, in the history of the war between the two armies of the Ming and Qing dynasties, for the first time, there was a grand scene of the Ming cavalry abusing the cavalry of the Qing army.