The impact of the Tartar war horse was very strong, and it smashed the wooden baffle away at once. Several white-clothed soldiers behind the planks were violently hit by the war horses, and they suddenly stood unsteadily, and fell backwards in succession. The muskets in their hands also fell to the ground involuntarily. The plank that had been hit fell backwards, crushing the two white-clad sergeants underneath. A large amount of sand and dust swarmed in, covering their bodies, and their lives were uncertain.

"Whoa!"

A Tatar war horse crashed into the top of the side van. The underside of the van was filled with dirt, and the weight was seven or eight hundred catties. Most of the vital places are also fixed with wooden stakes with thick bowls. If it is peacetime, a war horse will not be able to pull it at all. However, under the impact of high speed, the partial van still produced a large displacement. Originally, the connection with the side van appeared large cracks.

Without the cover of the baffle, the white-clothed sergeant behind the side van was completely exposed to the Tartar cavalry. In an instant, several arrows flew over and shot the remaining white-clothed soldiers. This led to more crisis and chaos on the scene. The other Tartar cavalry saw an opportunity to take advantage of this side and immediately swarmed up. According to their usual practice, as long as a gap is opened in one place, they will desperately rush to this gap, desperately expanding the gap, and finally forming a fatal breakthrough.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The tidal wave of Tartar cavalry rushed in the direction of the gap, desperately continuing to ram out. They all seemed to be crazy, they didn't care about their own casualties, they only knew how to desperately hit forward until they were completely crushed. I have to admit that such an impact is still relatively deadly. After all, the partial van is not a reinforced concrete fortification, it cannot withstand continuous strong impacts, and its collapse is only a matter of time.

Sure enough, after several consecutive impacts, the baffles of the two partial vans near the gap were also smashed. The white-clothed sergeants behind the baffle were all shot by flying arrows, and most of them died on the spot. Once there is no cover of the baffle, in the face of the fierce arrows of the Tatars, the white-clothed sergeant is indeed too dangerous. At a distance of thirty or forty meters, the arrows of the Tartars were simply hit by raising their hands, and the white-clothed sergeants had no chance to dodge at all.

Many nearby Tartars also adopted the method of projectile, desperately shooting arrows not far into the gap, trying to use dense arrows to create a no-man's land, so that the white-clothed soldiers could not concentrate on counterattacking. As long as you get the time for half a pillar of incense, the Tartar behind you can rush up and clean up the broken side van and completely open the gap. At that time, the Tatar cavalry, like a flood, will be able to rush in with impunity.

"Steady!"

"Brothers! Steady! ”

Zhang Feng's face was covered with blood, and he screamed frantically.

What was broken by the Tartar cavalry was the defense line of the wolf cavalry squad led by him. He was also on top of the van when the Tartar cavalry smashed the wooden baffle. Flying wood chips, mixed with gravel and gravel, slammed down on him. Before he could react, he fell to the ground. When he hurriedly got up, he found that his face was in spicy pain, and when he touched it with his hand, it was all blood.

Thankfully, he hasn't lost consciousness yet, and he's still reacting. After getting up, his first reaction was not to deal with his wounds, but to immediately find a way to make up for the gap. If the Tartar cavalry were allowed to break through from here, the consequences would be serious. If you want to say what is the weakest link of the current white-clothed army, there is no doubt that it is hand-to-hand combat at close range. Due to the widespread use of muskets, the hand-to-hand combat ability of the white-clothed army was not greatly emphasized in peacetime. The average white-clothed sergeant is completely instinctive when it comes to hand-to-hand combat. Very few people are proficient in this way.

If the Tartars really come in, with the Tartars' ferocious fighting ability, it is estimated that as long as three or four hundred Tartars are killed, they can all be killed. Once caught in a melee, even Xu Xingxia's perverted archery skills will not be able to curb the ravages of the Tartars. The strength of one person, after all, is limited, and it is impossible to shoot so many Tartars. Therefore, in any case, the Tartar cavalry could not be allowed to break in. Even if it is death, the attack of the Tartars must be blocked!

"Brothers, this is our position! We must not allow the Tartars to pass through here! We, the wolf cavalry, have never been so humiliated! We are not a bastard! The Tartars want to pass, unless they are stepping on our corpses! Zhang Feng yelled, don't say the moon gun, directly pulled out the scimitar, and jumped back on the top of the side van.

Just one of the Tartars that hit the top of the side box car, under the effect of the habitual name, bounced from the horseback to the top of the side car and quickly slid forward. Zhang Feng rushed forward, raised his sharp waist knife, and slashed at the Tartar's neck. As a result, the Tartar had already separated before he could figure out what was going on. His head was already in place, but his body continued to glide forward, with a large amount of blood in between.

Another Tartar jumped directly from the horse, tried to leap to the top of the side van, and attacked Zhang Feng directly. As a result, he was slashed down by Zhang Feng in the head, and half of his head and one arm were immediately cut off. However, this tartar is indeed tenacious, and in such a situation, he still crashed into Zhang Feng fiercely. Zhang Feng sent a waist knife without thinking, stabbed directly into the opponent's heart, and then spun to the left fiercely. The tartar snorted, and finally there was no sound, and his body was limp and paralyzed.

"Look for death!" Zhang Feng scolded fiercely, pulled out the waist knife hard, and pushed the body of the Tartar away. Suddenly, an arrow flew and struck him right in the chest. Zhang Feng suddenly felt that his body was weak, as if the strength of his whole body was instantly twitched. He was stunned for a moment, and the scimitar in his hand fell to the ground with a thud, and he was paralyzed on the side van at all. Beside him, several white-clothed sergeants who followed the counterattack were also shot by the Tartars' arrows and all fell. The white-clothed sergeants who rushed up behind also fell to the ground one after another.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Several nearby side vans were also hit strongly by the Tatars in a row.

A large number of Tartar cavalry have taken this kind of suicidal attack, desperately ramming the side vans of the white-clothed army, as if they will not knock down these side vans, and they will definitely not give up. We have to admit that the price they have paid is enormous, and the results they have achieved are also remarkable. Sometimes, the easiest way is the most effective way. Under the continuous impact of the Tartar cavalry, the side van of the white-clothed army was indeed crumbling and could collapse at any time.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, there was a loud sound of the sky cracking and the earth cracking.

The white-clothed sergeants on the side carriage all felt the pressure empty, and the Tartar cavalry in front of them seemed to have been completely emptied. The shouts of the Tartars are gone, the arrows of the Tartars are gone, and the Tartars' courage to defy death is gone. Battlefield, it seems to have a strange feeling. However, it is impossible to say exactly what is strange.

Xu Xingxia also subconsciously turned his head and looked at the position of the gap. As a result, he happened to see a white-clothed soldier, holding a No. 5 explosive bag with a fuse lit, desperately rushing into the middle of the Tartar cavalry. As a result, after a loud bang, the white-clothed sergeant, as well as the Tartar cavalry around him, all disappeared. The power of the No. 5 explosive package is so huge that it is enough to empty all the Tartar cavalry within a radius of ten zhang. No wonder, the momentum of the impact of the Tartar cavalry was suddenly contained.

"This is ......" Xu Xingxia suddenly felt that the corners of his eyes were a little moist.

What is certain is that as the commander of the White Army, Xu Xingxia has never advocated such heroic acts. As a traverser who came in the future, he would not take the initiative to advise his subordinates to adopt this way of fighting with the enemy. In fact, the behavior of the white-clothed sergeant just now was something he didn't expect. He didn't know why a white-clad sergeant would do that, and he didn't know his name.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, there was another somewhat unusual loud noise.

Xu Xingxia's eyes suddenly became a little stunned. He didn't even notice the tears falling from his cheeks in the corners of his eyes. Because, he was completely shocked. Because, he just saw that another soldier of the white-clothed army, carrying a bag of explosives of fifty catties, went up and died with the Tartar cavalry. He also didn't know why the white-clothed sergeant did that, nor did he know the name of the white-clothed sergeant.

“…… It's them! Suddenly, Xu Xingxia seemed to have an understanding.

Among the more than 1,000 white-clothed soldiers, he couldn't name them, only those soldiers who joined the white-clothed army later. To be precise, those Han Chinese slaves who were freed back by the Tartars. Due to the short time they had been in the White Army, Xu Xingxia was not very familiar with them. Unexpectedly, at the most critical moment, they did not hesitate to pick up the explosives bag and block the attack of the Tartar cavalry in the same way.

Perhaps, these former slaves have become so angry with the Tartars that they are uncontrollable, and they absolutely do not want to see the Tartars rush in. As long as they can block the attack of the Tartar cavalry, even if they pay their lives, they will not hesitate. Or, these former slaves, their ideological consciousness is not so high, they simply feel that it is very worthwhile to exchange one of their lives for ten or even dozens of Tartar surnames.

Even, it may be that they feel that they have nothing to love at all, and it is not a big deal to die, so they simply pulled a large group of Tartars to the bottom of Jiuquan and reunited with their relatives. For a person whose relatives have all been killed by the Tartars, there is really nothing to be afraid of death. As long as they can pull a sufficient number of Tartars, their blood feud will be worthy of their relatives even if they are avenged.

(To be continued)