The elephants scattered in the rout received the signal from Bianya Jane to break out, and the officers who commanded the war elephants did not hesitate to leave these positions and rout troops with Bianfangjian. Jane's mount strode briskly in the direction the mahout had commanded. Staying in this chaotic army obviously made the elephant not in a good mood, or it may have been because it was a little irritated by the Burmese soldiers just now, and after receiving the order, the elephant left this noisy place without hesitation.

The man who had been knocked down let out a piercing scream of despair, and in vain he stretched out his hands to protect himself, but this instinctive action did not make the slightest sense, and where the elephant passed, the helmet was trampled into a double layer of iron, and the head inside was torn apart like a watermelon.

"Are there enemy commanders in those elephants?" Deng Ming observed the moving war elephants, exchanging opinions with the left and right.

"It looks like someone is directing." A three-walled guard replied.

Like Di Sanxi and the guards of the Gongchang Palace, Deng Ming had long been unable to discern which was an important target, he did not know the armor and markings of Burmese nobles, nor could he obtain first-hand information by questioning prisoners in battle. As for the elephants standing in the middle, Deng Ming had planned to wait for the follow-up troops to cross the river, and let the archers in the infantry deal with them - anyway, the elephants had been standing still, so let the archers go up and launch rockets to see how long the elephants could hold out.

Just now, the palace guards of King Gongchang arrived at more than thirty, and they did not run in circles repeatedly like the three walls, and their horsepower was maintained well, so they took over part of the work of driving away the Burmese army, so that the people of the three walls could rest half.

Deng Ming asked the people in the second row to rest first, and he ran around the Burmese army a few more times with the first platoon and Bai Wenxuan's headquarters who rushed to reinforce him, and now he was just replaced by the cavalry in the back row.

While Deng Ming was discussing with the guards, a team of people rushed behind him, more than fifty Ming knights wearing red cloaks, and the leader was the Jianchang general Di Sanxi.

"What about General Di's men?" Deng Ming saw that the number of people was wrong, so he asked with concern.

"Half of them are chasing after the enemy." Di Sanxi replied quickly. Seeing that the troops on the left flank of Burma had lost their fighting spirit and began to slowly retreat to the west, Di Sanxi left half of the cavalry and the rest of the guards of the Gongchang palace to continue to monitor and ensure that these Burmese soldiers would honestly leave the battlefield.

"Is the war in the center over?" Deng Ming asked again, he felt that Di Sanxi came a little late, and he thought that Di Sanxi would almost launch a flank attack when he feintmed.

Di Sanxi paused, and his face showed a slight shame: "I'm lost." ”

Strictly speaking, of course, it was not lost, Di Sanxi lost his target after the first assault, and he chased after every target he suspected of being a high-ranking enemy officer, but in the end found that it was not. Although he cut down a lot of people, Di Sanxi was not able to catch the big fish, and he delayed a lot of time.

"Me too." After listening to Di Sanxi's explanation, Deng Ming said sympathetically: "I can't recognize who the general is at all, especially after they are defeated. ”

After looking at the battlefield for a while, Di Sanxi commented with interest: "Deng Shuai's cavalry is very well trained. ”

"It's just pretty." Deng Ming said modestly.

"Well, but this momentum came up all of a sudden, and it was very useful to drive away the infantry." Di Sanxi didn't know the power of the wall cavalry, and even if Deng Ming taught him tactics, the Jianchang soldiers might not be willing to believe it. Although the officers and soldiers of the Xiying admitted that Deng Ming fought well, they proudly believed that they also had many stunts and were not under the three walls. Now that Deng Ming has modestly said that there is nothing in this set of tactics, Di Sanxi can look at it more fairly, at least he believes that this tactic can strengthen the effect of intimidating and defeating the army.

The breakout elephants added to the confusion of the rout, and the Burmese soldiers desperately dodged the elephants' pace, as if they were dodging the Ming cavalry. At this time, the Burmese army that had been driven to the river was already crowded to the point that there was no longer much space, and some of the people on the river bank had been squeezed into the water. When the elephant broke out of a way, it pushed more people down Lijiang, and those who could barely maintain their balance in the shallow water were suddenly pushed deeper into the water, except for those who were swept away by Lijiang, and some people lost their footing and never got up again.

"These are Burmese generals, right?" Di Sanxi pointed to the elephants that broke through and had the same idea as Deng Ming.

"Chances are, let's just follow the elephants."

Some Ming troops have already completed the landing, and nearly 1,000 Ming infantry are on their way to the battlefield. Deng Ming's plan was to have the infantry split up and then use cavalry to drive the Burmese soldiers down the river—as long as there were enough Burmese soldiers left on the shore, they would continue to push their comrades who had already gone down the river into the middle of the river; And when the Burmese soldiers were unable to push more people down the river, it meant that they were left with little to worry about—Di Sanxi did not object to this, and now their attention was focused on those who had left on elephants. Once the infantry joins, more cavalry can be released to launch an assault on the Burmese elephants.

"We first have to prevent them from regrouping, and then come and relieve these people on the shore." The Burmese also have about 100 or so war elephants in their hands, and when these elephants are assembled, they will be a formidable assault force. Just now, the Ming army was all cavalry, and the threat of elephants to the Ming army was relatively small, and now the infantry of the Ming army is about to enter the battle. If the Burmese launched a group charge with war elephants, it would not only relieve the siege of the Burmese infantry who were already in a desperate situation, but also inflict huge casualties on the infantry of the Ming army.

"I don't know how we should attack these elephants," Deng Ming asked Di Sanxi, "Has General Di fought with war elephants?" ”

"No, but the Burmese don't know how to fight at all."

Di Sanxi commented coldly. He saw that many Burmese were still wearing armor when they fled, and many Burmese officers and soldiers did not take off their heavy armor in time when they were driven down the river, and once they slipped and fell in the water, it was difficult to get back up, and they could be killed by the waist-deep river.

This only shows that the Burmese are far less experienced in fighting than the Green Battalion in the interior, and they do not even know how to escape for their lives in the event of a rout! What to do with the armor on their bodies when they are defeated and flee is a problem that even the recruits of the Green Battalion who have little combat experience are very clear, even if they have not experienced it firsthand, at least they have heard from experienced veterans, and the Burmese people do not even have this kind of common sense of war.

"The last general has a few ideas...... Di Sanxi casually said a few ways to deal with war elephants, but as soon as he heard it, he knew that Di Sanxi was completely imagining: for example, Di Sanxi suspected that the elephant's small tail might be a fatal weakness, because he felt that the elephant could not turn around, maybe he could attack at close range and cut off the elephant's tail with a knife, if there were blood vessels on it, Di Sanxi guessed that the elephant could bleed to death.

In addition, Di Sanxi also had a few similar whimsical ideas, and the only thing that made Deng Ming feel quite reliable was to shoot arrows around the elephant and shoot down the elephant husband above.

"But the man sitting on top of the elephant has a firebolt." Deng Ming pointed to an elephant in the distance and said, "When we approached just now, someone on the elephant set fire to us, but it didn't hit anyone. If you get close enough to shoot an arrow at them, you won't be able to beat their firearms. ”

The distance for a rider to shoot an arrow on a bumpy horse is short, and the rider is estimated to be within ten meters of an elephant in order to accurately hit the person on the back of an elephant. At such a close distance, it is difficult to aim at the enemy, prevent the elephant from suddenly turning and rushing, and guard against the opponent's firearms.

"Didn't they ride on the back of an elephant and jolt hard?" Di Sanxi asked retorted a little unwillingly.

"Even if it's bumpy, it's definitely safer than on horseback, right?" Deng Ming replied.

Di Sanxi stared at the elephant for a while, and nodded unwillingly. Elephants walk much slower than horses and have broad backs, making it look like cavalry and horse cavalry are more likely to lose to horse cavalry than horse cavalry.

"The best scouting is offense." Seeing that there was no good way to discuss, Deng Ming decided to launch a tentative attack, even if it was unsuccessful, he could prevent the other party from relieving the Burmese infantry: "I'll go first, and General Di will press me down." ”

Hearing that elephants were afraid of fire and profit, Deng Ming asked the knights to bring a torch and then set off towards the war elephants. Di Sanxi took his men to dismount and rest, and hurried to let the mount recover its strength. They stood on the ground and watched Deng Ming's tentative attack with full attention in order to spot the enemy's flaws and weaknesses.

Deng Ming did not rush towards the dense herd of war elephants, and only fifty cavalry with three walls followed him, obviously unable to go toe-to-toe with a hundred war elephants and the two or three hundred riders on their backs. Therefore, the first target chosen by Deng Ming was a few lone war elephants who had just left the river and had not yet had time to join the main force.

After choosing one as his target, Deng Ming and a few companions held torches and approached the elephant from several directions. On the back of this elephant sat three Burmese, walking quite slowly, and when they saw the Ming army approaching quickly, one of the Burmese soldiers armed with firearms began to aim at the Ming cavalry.

The Ming army approached in a circle, and finally at a distance of about twenty-five meters, the Burmese soldier fired a fierce shot, but he hit nothing. If it was a down-to-earth musketeer, there was a slight threat to the scattered cavalry at this distance, but like the Burmese soldier on his back, he made a mistake, and like his counterparts on the ground, he used the most deterrent weapon in advance because he was too nervous.

After hearing the gunshot, Deng Ming immediately accelerated and rushed forward, preparing to throw the torch at the elephant's body.

After seeing Deng Ming, who was approaching quickly, the elephant, which was walking slowly forward, suddenly stopped, turned his hair and let out an angry roar, and raised his nose high.

The mount under the crotch dodged suddenly, so that Deng Ming's torch did not know where to fly, and the horse quickly walked around in a circle to break away from the elephant, and ran for dozens of meters before slowing down.

"Hmm." Deng Ming gently stroked the horse's neck to soothe the mount, and he could feel the horse's fear of the elephant, and he felt his mount tremble violently when the elephant roared.

"What can I do?" Deng Ming found that the trouble was not small.