"Do you have a feeling?" When it was Deng Ming's turn to rest in the back row, he smiled at the officers and cavalrymen around him: "We are desperately performing on the stage, and we are surrounded by enthusiastic cheering audiences. ”

More than 100 Ming cavalry were in front of the tens of thousands of troops, like a solo old student on the stage, surrounded by black and oppressive spectators. And the Burmese army's firearms are also similar to the cheers of ticket holders, with every hard performance of the Ming army, it will be a big bang.

"Zuo Dudu is right." The cavalry laughed, even if they had experienced a hundred battles, surrounded by enemies a hundred times their size, and they were inevitably a little nervous. Compared with rushing straight forward, repeated feints against strong enemies test the nerves of the fighters more, and after Deng Ming made this joke, his own mood relaxed a little.

"Let's flip a few more somersaults, and the Burmese should get tired of watching it, right?" Zhang Yiqian also laughed heartily, for him, an old soldier, there is nothing more meaningful than seeing the traditions of the army be passed on, Zhang Yiqian's comrades-in-arms have stayed in the newly started military academy in Chengdu as instructors, and batches of new knights with three walls have begun to be trained, put on the same battle robes as Zhang Yiqian, fight with the same battle flag, and fight side by side with the same hatred against every guy who dares to slander their military flag as mahjong cards.

In a few years, Zhang Yiqian and the rest of the older generation of Three Walls will also go to the military academy to teach, passing on their experience to the young people - Tang Taizong's Xuanjia Cavalry is an exception, and no one knows what the guards of other emperors are called, even the names of the guards of the three founding emperors of the Han, Song, and Ming dynasties, and even the well-informed commanders of their Sichuan army cannot answer this question at all; But the older generation of knights of the Three Walls knew that the names of their troops would be remembered, and it was not the abbreviation of the Xuanjia Cavalry, but the names and surnames, including their military flags, which would be inherited from generation to generation. Zuo Dudu even mentioned that the names of all the people who participated in this army will also be recorded and kept in the army's war history archives -- the establishment of a historical archive for an army makes people excited to think about it, in the past, this was only the treatment of Jinshi, Zhang Yiqian seems to have heard that after the palace examination every three years, the imperial court will use a stone tablet to record the names and places of origin of those who have obtained meritorious fame.

The Ming army ran back a few times, and the sound of the Burmese soldiers on the opposite side fell down again, no matter how their officers urged, the Burmese soldiers could not guarantee the reloading efficiency just now, and there were many people who made mistakes in the steps of the reloading procedure when they were highly nervous, such as stuffing the barrel with bullets before starting to reload, which caused the guns to not be activated normally.

"It seems that the audience is tired of watching, and we can't hear the shouts anymore." This time, Deng Ming led the team to run 100 meters away from the Burmese army before turning back, and he did not order the second platoon to launch a feint, but began to arrange the task of the real assault: "They want to see real kung fu, not pretend to embroider legs." ”

"Got it!"

The officers and soldiers of the Ming Dynasty shouted one after another:

"We will definitely make the Burmese people satisfied!"

At the time of the feint just now, the Burmese firepower seemed to be inferior to the beginning, and the Ming soldiers had begun to get tired of this kind of turnaround and rush, and were unwilling to continue to consume the physical strength of their mounts. In the last few feints, many of the Ming soldiers began to shout weakly even with their pretentious shouts.

"Row up in two columns, all charge!"

After giving the order, Deng Ming returned to the middle of the front row again, and when the horn sounded, all the Ming troops began to speed up with all their might.

There was still the afterglow of the muzzle of the guns on the opposite side, and the Burmese soldiers were still firing at the Ming army, but their shots were no longer powerful, and Deng Ming's mount ran with him to a hundred meters away from the Burmese soldiers in a blink of an eye, and he put down the saber resting on his shoulder and pointed it straight at the enemy.

Almost at the same moment, all the Ming cavalry in the front row lowered their sabers and shouted loudly, and in the next breath they would intersect with the swords of the Burmese army.

"There is not much gunpowder......" When the Ming army rushed over this time, the officers and guards of Bianya Jian were already able to watch the Ming army charge with their faces change color, and the original fear on their faces was gradually replaced by worry, and then a Burmese officer watched the Ming army attack again, and said worriedly - the gunpowder will soon run out, and how to force these fierce enemy horses back then? On the left side of Bianyajian, the sound of firecrackers in the direction of the Chinese army can no longer be heard, which probably indicates that the Chinese army has completely stopped resisting and is fleeing in all directions. If you don't quickly find a good way to block the repeated charges of the Ming army in front, what should you do after the Ming cavalry on the flank outflanks? The Burmese officer had the idea of sending the elephants to the left to block the Ming cavalry that had overwhelmed the Chinese army, and then to make the main force retreat and pull out the distance while the musketeers were still able to suppress the enemy forces in front of them -- and when the gunpowder was exhausted, send some elephants to the top, so that at most they would lose some of the musketeers who had not had time to withdraw.

……

"Do you have the courage to draw a dagger?" Deng Ming looked seriously at the Burmese firecracker who was facing him, and the other party seemed to have finished loading, and had already pulled out the strip from the chamber of the gun to compact the ammunition, and was sprinkling powder on the ignition pool. According to Deng Ming's understanding of the gun loading procedure, after confirming the safety of the ignition pool, the next step is to hang the fire rope on the bolt, then level the muzzle, aim forward and shoot.

The Burmese soldiers had about two or three seconds left, and a skilled musketeer should have had time to complete the last few steps and shoot Deng Ming in the center of the brow as he swung his saber into his head. Regardless of whether they hit the target or not, there would certainly be no time to reload in the future, and according to the tradition of the Western Sichuan Firecrackers, they would draw their daggers to defend themselves - a habit that Deng Ming hated at this time, and he thought that at this time the firecrackers should undoubtedly seek the protection of the armor in the back row.

Zhang Yiqian, who was also in the front row, was also facing this Burmese firecracker who had basically finished loading, and when the Ming cavalry wall rushed over, this Burmese soldier was already hanging the fire rope on the rush plane.

"It may be too late." Zhang Yiqian hesitated whether to speed up further, because he wanted to maintain the formation, so the Ming army did not increase the speed of the horse to the fastest, but was careful not to distance too much from his companions on both sides.

When the Burmese soldiers hung up the fire rope and began to aim forward flat, Zhang Yiqian couldn't help but speed up and rush over, fighting a time difference - although it was not the fastest, but now the speed of the horse was also quite high, even if Zhang Yiqian accelerated further, he might not be able to kill before the opponent leveled the muzzle, but the chance would be slightly greater - the cavalry with the worst luck was to kill the enemy at the moment when the musketeer had just lowered the muzzle.

However, after more than a year of repeated training and countless queue training, Zhang Yiqian was unable to make up his mind to speed up at the first time, and it was also a blink of an eye, Zhang Yiqian had no chance to accelerate, and the other party had already raised the loaded and ready to ignite the fire, and before the next blink of an eye, the Burmese soldiers could make the barrel parallel to the ground, and then fire at Zhang Yiqian -- the target was so close that there was no need to aim, and it was impossible to miss.

Bang!

A puff of gunpowder smoke rose and sprayed towards the sky, and before he put the barrel down, the enemy that Zhang Yiqian had been staring at unconsciously pulled the trigger. The enemy's movements were as if he was sleepwalking, and after pulling the trigger, he continued to flatten the muzzle of the gun until it was pointed at Zhang Yiqian, maintained this posture for a full second, and then pulled the trigger again in vain, and then threw down the gun as if he had just woken up from a dream, turned around and squeezed into the military formation behind him.

At this time, opposite Deng Ming, he saw that the enemy soldier who was about to finish loading suddenly froze, and the fingers holding the arquebus rested motionless on the bolt. Then he suddenly threw the half-filled firearm into the sky, exposing his back and the back of his head to Deng Ming.

"He didn't even throw the firebolt in my face......" Deng Ming's mind flashed this thought, but even so, he was hit by the firebolt thrown by the other party, and the firebolt that fell from mid-air almost smashed on Deng Ming's helmet, he tilted his head slightly, and the firebolt hit his shoulder armor and tumbled to the ground.

At Jane's side, the officer, who was worried that the gunpowder was running out, stopped speaking with his mouth wide open, and forgot to take it back with his tongue still stuck out.

The whole platoon of Ming cavalry rushed over from the faint smoke and white fog, like a city wall crashing at full speed, seeing that the impermeable Ming cavalry wall had rushed to the front, and those who were loading the musketeers all stopped moving; Most of the reloaded musketeers retreated without saying a word, and the rest almost all left their guns empty and then retreated together.

The soldiers in the front of the whole three or four rows, when they saw the Ming cavalry rushing in front of them, turned around neatly and collectively, as if there was a group of invisible invisible people, whispering in the ears of these soldiers, giving them orders at the same time.

"Be careful!"

The Burmese soldiers, who had turned around in a hurry, shoved each other, and I don't know how many of them tripped over their companion at this moment, fell to the ground and pressed on that companion, and then tripped over more heavily armed comrades, who were crushed to the ground by them.

A quick-eyed officer pounced on Bianfangjian, holding the commander and rolling under a chariot beside the flagpole. After lying down, Bianya Jian still felt the sky spinning for a while, as if he had not stopped rolling, and at this moment, a whistling sound sounded above his head, and two Ming knights jumped over the car above his head one after another.

After a while, Jane came to her senses and pushed the officer who had given up to protect him, only to find that the man's exposed thigh had been trampled off, and the man had passed out.

Bianya Jian struggled to sit up from under the car, his flagpole had fallen to the ground, and there were painful moans and cries of panic on all sides, and many more people were trampled to death and wounded by the evasive Burmese soldiers than by the Ming army.

"They're here again!"

Bianya Jian heard a terrible scream, and a Burmese soldier pointed to the Ming army riding wall in the distance, they had already completed the turn of the whole team, and began to accelerate in this direction again.

The crowd around them exploded, and the soldiers scrambled to flee to what they thought was safer, and the tripped soldiers used their hands and feet to continue to flee amid the curses and screams of their companions.