In the impression of the Mongolian tribes on the grassland, there was no Ming army that took the initiative to go out of the frontier for many years. Instead, the heroes on the grassland kept moving south, and the Ming army was just stationed in their own strong fortress and could not shrank.

In the wild waves, the Ming army was defeated by the Mongolian cavalry with high mobility. Therefore, every autumn and winter, there were large and small groups of grassland cavalry going south to show off their power, plundering property, arresting population, and even teasing Zhanggao, the Han slaves who were captured before the Ming army's fortress.

But today, the cavalry from the most powerful force on the grassland watched their captive companions be shot and killed in front of the Ming army, even strangled by means of trapping animals on the grassland.

Everyone was angry, everyone looked ahead with gritted teeth, so no one noticed an abnormality on the right side, and no one noticed that a cavalry had slowly approached.

At the beginning of the charge, the sound of hooves roared like thunder. Everyone was looking ahead, and no one noticed the flank. Every cavalry was thinking, regardless of the opponent's cannons, arrows, or muskets, just rush in before the gap could be closed, and everything would be easy.

After rushing in, the Ming army without this turtle shell is a lamb. The warriors of Altan Khan will completely kill them and will reverse the cruel methods that were just applied to their companions a hundred times.

Everyone was focused, everyone was furious. The Tartar cavalry all whipped with horse whips and kicked the horse's belly with spurs, allowing the mount to run as fast as possible.

When they ran to the fastest, they couldn't consider the formation. Their team was completely dispersed, and everyone just wanted to rush forward and rushed in!

The cannon sounded only three times, but no one was injured. The Ming army must have been frightened by the brave charge here and had no time to load ammunition.

One hundred steps! Eighty steps, more than a dozen muskets in the car camp fired, and the casualties caused were nothing. They might have rushed in when the second time they fired, seventy steps! fifty steps!! The bows and arrows also began to shoot out, blocked, and continued to rush!!

There were still forty steps, and the gap was right in front of each of the Tartar cavalry was shouting and raised their weapons...

At this moment, the stupid mouth that was still slowly closed was quickly closed. This was really too simple. Just push the cart over and fix it. The rest are placed horizontally. Here, just push the cart side by side to the gap, and then nail it to fix it.

The gap suddenly closed, and everyone didn't have time to stop their mounts. At this S1, someone shouted in the car array: "Fire the cannon!!!

Amid the sound of thunderous hooves and the noisy shouts, the sound was heard so clearly, and then the familiar dense "drum sound" was also heard in addition to this, there was a series of muffled sounds. A pound of cannon and a tiger squat cannon filled with shotguns sounded at the same time!!

In an instant, the sound of thunderous hooves and shouts were suppressed by the sound of the carriage formation, as if the heaven and earth were shaking, as if the cavalry team was charging into a solid wall, and suddenly stopped.

Most of the cavalry rushing in the front were knocked over to the ground, some were beaten into sieves, some were beaten to pieces, and their mounts were not spared, and the shotgun of the tiger squat cannon was hit on the same side.

The person who charged in front was beaten to death and was beaten to pieces. The mount behind had no time to stop and hit it directly. Some horses had time to jump, while others tripped, but they all had to reduce the speed. The sudden slowness made the person who charged in the back even more difficult to avoid.

The man was pressed under the horse and was trampled by his companions behind him. The entire Tartar team seemed to be driving on the river on the waterfall in front, with a cliff in front and a death in front, but he couldn't stop it and could only move forward.

The archers on the carriage were shooting desperately, without aiming at it, nor having to drive the bow, just seeking quick arms, shooting an arrow will inevitably lead to damage, and the soldiers in the back of the battalions were ready with spears in their hands. "Bowman, gunman, on the spear!!!

Wang Tong shouted at the top of the wing, his voice a little hoarse. The archers turned around and got out of the carriage, and the spearmen climbed up in rows. Some of the Tartar cavalry had already rushed to the front, but they didn't want to rush to the front, but they could only hit the wooden wall to slow down their own qualities. At this time, the spearmen only needed to constantly assassinate outwards. The tight formation of the Huwei Camp horse team finally arrived and rushed straight from the right side of the Tartar cavalry.

The formation of the Tartar cavalry that rushed up wildly had completely dispersed, and the momentum of rapid advance was blocked by the firearms of the chariot camp. At this time, it was the time to rush in and cut it off in half.

Everyone in the more than 200 horses of the Huwei Camp were very close to each other, almost close to each other, and they didn't run fast, but this condensed formation could leverage the greatest strength of everyone, not to mention that the enemy they faced was the already chaotic Tartar cavalry. What the Huwei Camp cavalry had to do was to swing the weapons in their hands, stab and chop them down.

It took less time, the Huwei Camp horse team had already rushed over from the scattered brigade of the Tartars. Ma Sanbiao held a big knife with one hand to draw a picture. The horse team behind him followed him to build a garden and set the direction of the impact. Ma Sanbiao's face was full of blood, and he shouted loudly: "Kill the Tartars again!! The cavalry behind each killed each other, followed by yelling, and each driven horse rushed into the Tartar camp again... "Under the spearmen!! The archer's soil!!"

Another loud command, the current Tartar cavalry can control their mounts, and they also know that their team has been cut off in half. The problem is not fighting, but escaping.

A companion in front was shot off the horse by a bow and arrow, and a musket, and a companion behind him was killed by a horse storm behind him. All hatred and courage disappeared at this moment. Everyone thought, such a vicious Ming army, escape quickly, the farther they escape, the better, and never encounter these tigers and wolves again.

It seemed as if the snow group was thrown to the ground and immediately collapsed. The entire Tartar cavalry team disintegrated at this moment. Except for the direction of the chariot camp, the others dispersed in all directions. No one was willing to continue fighting, and no one was able to care about the injured and dismantled companions. The Ming army's horse team was on the way to escape, slashing and killing desperately with weapons, but no one wanted to continue fighting, but just drove the horses to bypass in other directions.

The e!j man was thrown off his mount and got up in panic on the ground. He couldn't hold the weapons in his hands, so he knelt on the snow and cried and kowtowed and begged for mercy.

The sun had already set half of the horizon, and the sky and the earth were golden. The battle that had been going on all day was finally over. There were no Tartar cavalry standing on the battlefield.

The cavalry of the Huwei Camp's horse team had already dismounted, and four infantrymen in the car camp came out to search for every casualty and wounded lying on the battlefield. "When you chop your head, don't forget to take their dominoes. With this, you can get back to claim the merits according to the level, otherwise you will be suspected of killing good people!"

From the beginning, Li Wei, the Qiang President of Xuanfu, was not vague this time. He had been in the border town for a long time and understood the rules. Seeing this victory scene, he was afraid of a little waste, so he shouted and reminded him.

Wang Tong and others also walked out of the camp, looked at the battlefield with a smile, and walked on the battlefield, everyone unconsciously landed behind Wang Tong. From morning to night, the enemy was about 4,000 cavalry, but under Wang Tong's command, they were beaten and suffered heavy losses, and they were defeated and fled. They were tit-for-tat, using enemy prisoners to attract the attention of the Tartars, and opening the entrance to make the enemy feel that there is an opportunity to take advantage of. These response strategies are the foundation of victory.

Not to mention that Ma Sanbiao led the horse team to roam outside. At the critical moment, the surprise troops were outstanding and more effective. As for the rhythm in the battle situation and the command of the enemy, there was no mistake. Why didn't everyone respect this?

In the Huwei Camp, the civilians and men were less than 4,000, most of them were infantrymen, and the enemy was about 4,000 cavalry. If it were normal, everyone had been slaughtered by the Tartars, but at this time, before Fengying, the enemy's corpses were lying everywhere, which was all the credit of Wang Tong's command.

After walking a few steps, he heard a sound of vomiting behind him. Wang Tong looked back and saw that a soldier might have seen such a bloody scene for the first time. He leaned on his body and vomited there with his spear. The other soldiers looked bad. Instead, the young men in the martial arts hall looked as usual. Wang Tong smiled and turned his head. General Tan on the side sighed and said, "After this time, the Huwei Camp has become an army, and these soldiers can be called military soldiers. "It's not enough, but they are just encountering the enemy in the fortress. After they fight with the enemy in a bloody battle with the enemy, they will be elites!"

Wang Tong said calmly, but General Tan did not reply, but just smiled and shook his head. Everyone was in a relaxed mood. After walking a few steps, Ma Sanbiao shouted and said, "Sir, you have a lot of verbal words, how to deal with it!" "Leave the two officials who are the biggest, and the rest cut their heads. The horses of the horse team went to the camp to get some dry food and feed them, so don't lose weight and hurt them." As he spoke, Li Wei happily came up and said:

"About two thousand levels, my mother, Ma Dashen can be granted a marquis by leading a hundred soldiers to cut a hundred. What can these two thousand hands do? The master is granted a marquis and a duke. Even my young master can at least be promoted to command: i;.r-+..."

Wang Tong was stunned and turned to look at Tan Jiang and others, but found that everyone had no doubts. Obviously, what Li Wei said was not a rare thing.
Chapter completed!