"Mada, the Tartars are smart!"

Hu Shouliang looked at the Horqin cavalry who were still maintaining a formation and charging in the explosion of the flowering bomb, and said with a depressed face. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Indeed, the Tartars learned wisely.

In the past few months, the Qing army has been studying how to restrain the Ming army, not only the use of human bullets to deal with Yang Feng has been well known, but even the special training for flowering bullets has also been carried out, blocking the ears of war horses, making explosive points on the ground with a small amount of gunpowder to make war horses adapt to the fire, and wearing thin leather armor on horses to resist the sparks of aluminum powder burning, these improvements have long been completed. Wu Keshan, as a rare person in the Horqin Department who relies on his brains, coupled with such a special identity, of course he will not know these things, saying that even if Dolgon doesn't tell him, his younger brother Manzhu Xili will not fail to tell him, but the latter has tasted that taste in Jidong.

But in this way, the effect of the flowering bomb can almost be said to have plummeted.

In the final analysis, this thing is not a modern shell, even if the shell is cast as a whole, it is only a few dozen shrapnel at most, and the rate of fire of one round per minute is just a meaning for the charging cavalry.

"Whatever, it's a real knife and a real gun!"

Yang Feng said excitedly.

He hadn't had a good time in months, and now he couldn't wait.

"Bring my weapons!"

He said as he reached behind him.

The two brocade guards immediately stepped forward with a special giant Mo knife, the handle of this object is about one meter long, and the blade length is three meters exaggerated, saying that it is a Mo knife, but it is actually a double-edged sword with a width of about six centimeters, although it is forged with modern steel, but in order to ensure the strength, the thickness of the middle of the blade still reaches one and a half centimeters. The blade of the knife, which has been forged countless times for nearly a month, has been polished by craftsmen like a mirror, flowing with a luster like water in the sun, like a four-meter-long spike, which makes people's scalp tingle when they look at it.

This was forced out by Emperor Yang by those four bullets.

In fact, he didn't like this thing, he preferred the two iron sticks that were full of the beauty of xie's evil power, and the feeling of the crudely made hook claws tearing apart the human body made him deeply infatuated like xi's poison.

But this ......

This requires technology.

Even if the three-meter-long blade is tempered, if it is not used properly, it is still possible to be broken, so Tie Lao has no skill to use, just smash it casually, but Tie Lao is too short, his attack range is too small, and this can push his attack circle to at least four meters away, although four meters is still not far, but it can already provide him with a minimum buffer, as for forty meters......

That he can also rotate.

But his horses don't move!

"Sons, kill the Tartars!"

Emperor Yang picked up this frenzied weapon, held it with both hands like a silver flag, and pointed diagonally in front of him and roared.

Five thousand horsemen immediately moved forward.

All the cavalry controlled the war horse to run in small steps, and then the speed continued to increase, and soon turned into a galloping horse, still in the most classic way with their emperor as the core, behind the emperor is the Jinyi Wei Iron Cavalry, behind the Jinyi Guard is the Guanning cavalry with Wu Sangui slave as the core, the five thousand troops formed a spectacular triangular formation on the open grassland, fiercely rammed into the front Horqin cavalry.

On the high ground behind them, two field guns and twelve mortars continued to rain shells on the Korqin cavalry on the opposite side at a rate of less than a minute.

The explosion of the flowering bomb and the impact of the solid bullet in the Horqin people are also accelerating, behind them is their relatives, the Ming army has slaughtered the Kezuo front banner, if you can't stop this group of hungry wolves, the next one to become a sea of fire is their homeland, at this time all the Horqin cavalry did not flinch, galloping on horseback with a shield in one hand and a spear in the other, braving artillery fire at a speed of more than twenty meters per second to close the distance with the Ming army.

"Kill, immortal heaven bless, the Buddha is above, kill the dog emperor!"

Biltahar roared.

Wearing heavy armor, he held a spear in both hands and swooped down on the dog emperor, and in a blink of an eye, the two were less than forty meters apart, and he suddenly pulled the reins on the galloping war horse, and almost at the same time separated from the cavalry on the right side, and the two warriors with gunpowder bags behind them rushed out instantly, with the fuse burning firelight, and crashed into Yang Feng at the fastest speed they could achieve, but at the same time, Yang Feng was galloping behind the horseback of twenty-four brocade guards, and at the same time picked up the latest swinging gun and pulled the trigger.

Dense gunshots rang out suddenly.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Two earth-shattering loud bangs.

The explosion of fire exploded thirty meters away from Yang Feng, and the power of the explosion of forty catties of inferior black powder added up to two times reached him in an instant, and the air wave mixed with countless sand and dust rushed to the big black horse almost stood up, and the same power also almost knocked over Biltahhar, who had been hiding more than twenty meters away, and the respective forwards of the two armies were inevitably a little chaotic, and among the Horqin cavalry that separated on both sides, even more than a dozen people were blown to the ground.

"But that's it!"

Yang Feng, who had regained control of the war horse, sneered.

His four-meter long knife wasn't really meant to hold out human bullets, it was meant to create a barrier wide enough to protect the twenty-four musketeers and archers behind him.

That's what it takes to deal with people.

The next moment, he rushed through the smoke left by the explosion, and directly ran into the Korqin people.

The first to bear the brunt was Biltahar, and at the same time as Lord Edon was holding his spear forward, the giant Mo knife in Yang Feng's hand was raised high, with a silver afterimage, and a whistling sound that broke through the air at high speed and fell like lightning.

In the arc of silver light, the charging Biltahar's body shook, and then strangely staggered up and down, and the white war horse continued to step forward with his missing head and half of his right shoulder, but his head and half of his right shoulder, which still had an angry expression, suddenly fell into the dust. At the same time, the silver light swept over the body of the cavalryman beside him, who split in two from his waist in an instant, and fell along with the severed head of the horse. But the silver light was still moving forward, and with a ball of blood fell on the third horseman's horse, the two front legs of the war horse were immediately separated from the body, and with the strength of the wild gallop, it fell to the ground with a mournful roar, and the cavalry on horseback was thrown out directly and fell heavily.

The big black horse jumped over the headless corpse of the war horse in front of it, Yang Feng's body on its back twisted slightly, and the giant Mo knife was raised high again, and at the moment when the horse's hooves fell, with a roar that broke through the air, it slashed down at a very small angle.

A silver arc of light slashed through.

The bodies of the four Korqin cavalrymen in front of them were instantly separated.

"The white horse in the northwest is unarmed."

Liang Cheng yelled behind Yang Feng.

At the same time, the strong bow in his hand was drawn, aiming at the target and shooting sharp arrows, and the twenty-four archers around him who were under the protection of Yang Feng and the other Jinyi guards also aimed at the same target at the fastest speed and shot sharp arrows, a person with a fire fold and was about to light the fuse, instantly turned into a hedgehog, fell with endless regret, and then a series of horses' hooves stepped over him, and the gunpowder bag wrapped around his body was immediately trampled into the dust.

Yang Feng doesn't care about this.

At this time, he had turned into a humanoid cutter.

The giant Mo knife with his immense power is simply a nightmare for the enemy.

In ancient times, the Mo knife could not be cut a few times, two meters long, more than ten kilograms of things, every high-speed swing is a huge test of the human body's muscles, its own weight, air resistance, and overcoming inertia when stopping, these are all rapidly consuming physical strength. But the problem is that he doesn't care about this, even if his Mo knife is thickened and lengthened, the weight is only equivalent to a pair of iron, for him who is used to cutting people with an eight-hundred-pound giant axe, this weight is just a toy, and he is even too light.

But not to his enemies.

The blade that weighed more than 100 pounds and slammed into them at high speed with great force, or the blade of an axe, the thickness of which was comparable to that of a small axe, cut off the chain mail, cut the cotton armor, cut off their bodies, and even cut off their horses as easily as they cut off fragile corn stalks.

Crowded.

This is not an exaggerated description in the history books, but a bloody fact on the battlefield, all Yang Feng's strange swords are within the reach of the Horqin cavalry.

Their bodies that were cut off by the waist, the limbs that were cut off, and the war horses that were split apart, as Yang Feng continued to move forward, continued to spread out within the radius of his Mo knife, and the flowing blood and falling internal organs set off his lofty figure like a demon god who overpowered all beings, the sharp roar of the blade breaking through the air was like the howl of a demon, and the silver arc that pierced the air was more like an inhuman demon law.

The Korqin people collapsed.

They are not fighting people, their enemies are demons.

Or gods.

But no matter what it was, this was not something they could resist, the only thing they could think of at this time was to escape, the farther away the better, the entire battlefield was centered on the front of Yang Feng's impact, the formation of the Horqin people collapsed backwards like quicksand, and then the scope of the collapse spread to both sides, and soon the entire formation completely collapsed, and all the Horqin people fled desperately.

However, it was not easy for them to escape.

Yang Feng was only the tip of the Ming army, behind him was a huge long-distance triangle shape that stretched for more than two miles, and behind him were five thousand cavalrymen with spears and heavy armor, charging at a speed of forty kilometers per hour on horseback.

They followed behind their own emperor, their god of war, frantically ramming forward to knock all the enemies who stood in their way, picking them under their horses, trampling them into flesh with heavy horses' hooves, this is the most terrifying attack force in the age of cold weapons, this is the most unstoppable force on the classical battlefield, they are like torrents pouring down along the mountain, rushing forward with majestic momentum, devouring the green grassland, leaving behind a blood-red hell.

Then it became the eternal nightmare of the Korqin people.

(Thanks to the book friend peddler, the ghost husband, the leader of Biluo Huangquan, Emile and Rousseau, the Tsing Yi sword without a trace, and the group grinding eggs for the reward.) ）