Zhu Dayong's face was splashed with a few drops of blood. He didn't care at all. He was born at night. He didn't know how many games he had done with the Beilu at the border. His subordinates had dozens of lives. Such brave people could not get the salary they deserve. Or they would commit themselves to change their surnames and become servants of the generals. Of course, brave generals like him rushed to ask for it. However, Zhu Dayong was unwilling to change his surname, so no one wanted him. He got a lot in Lizhuang. At this time, he only wanted to kill a few more Beilu. After the long sword in his hand was cut, his waist twisted left, but he swung the knife to the Beilu who had just passed by the shield. His sword turned very quickly. Seeing that the situation was not good, the Beilu turned around and wanted to escape, but was chopped into his neck with a knife, and immediately he was in two places.

At this time, Zhu Dayong saw that the Beilu who was caught and killed was riding a castrated two-year-old red sand horse. The horse was very majestic, with the highest waist reaching Zhu Dayong's shoulders. It was a rare top-grade among Mongolian horses.

"Li Xuan," Zhu Dayong shouted, "Turn this horse inward and let people look at it!"

On the entire front, the soldiers and spearmen kept moving forward and constantly reaping the lives of the Northern Barbarians. At the same time, many people began to pull the ownerless war horses. The war horses seemed very panicked and did not resist the hands of humans. These creatures were also exhausted and panicked. After being led to the back formation, the baggage soldiers left behind the formation immediately brought beans, salt, and clear water. The horses began to eat and drink happily.

At this time, the shells of the gun group began to extend backwards. The four-pound cannon could break the shield car within 300 steps, and the lethality was greatly reduced to about 500 steps. However, the human body still had a fatal threat. After the shells fell one by one, the back arrays that were originally in the queue also began to become chaotic.

Both Bu Nan and Su Nan knew that things should not be done, and their expressions were different.

Bu Nan couldn't believe that he had rich experience and had fought with the Ming army many times in the past. This time, his crushing defeat was beyond his expectations and seemed to be reasonable.

The Ming army's firearms were excellent, and when they were fired, they could see that they were trained very well. The bird guns were fully deployed, and later the wheel shooting was steadily forward without any confusion. The bird guns were almost constantly sounded, and every time they fired, countless people were knocked down from the horse like fallen leaves. Of course, the morale was seriously damaged. Bubang knew that even if he led the formation in front, it would be the same.

He was even more surprised by the artillery of the Ming army. The right-wing artillery of the Ming army opposite was still in the knowledge of the cloth bag. It was only launched at about sixty steps. It was shotgun, and it took a long time to release it. In addition to the rumbling sound of the cannon, it actually had limited lethality.

However, the artillery fire on the left wing in front of me was all solid iron bullets. Once the bomb came, it would plow a bloody road. No matter whether it was a man or a horse, it would be seriously injured if it was wiped at a little bit. When the bomb was shot in front of me, it would be broken directly. When it came to a shot, it would be decayed all the way. What's even stranger about this cannon was that it was several times faster than the cannon on the other side, and it was even far faster than the bird gun. Bun calculated silently that when the bird gun fired six rounds, the cannons here had already fired nine rounds, and thirty-six iron bullets were killed and injured in the cavalry formation.

In addition, the bird guns kept going, and the firepower output of the Ming army far suppressed the soft and weak riding bow here. The Mongolians' riding bows became smaller and smaller. There were only a few people who could use heavy riding bows to shoot large flat-headed hunting arrows or heavy iron arrows. The power of the bows and arrows was insufficient and the arrows were not heavy enough. So what if they were shot accurately?

The soldiers in the forefront of the Ming army advanced very quickly, and there were Mongolian cavalry who were unwilling to fail to shoot back and arrows fell like rain. Unfortunately, they could penetrate the iron armor of the opaque army at all. However, when the jingling sounds were heard, there were only a handful of archers who could successfully shoot arrows and even kill them.

The Ming army's spear array was also very neat. Even if it was moving forward quickly, the spear was still as stable as a wall. Some cavalry wanted to take advantage of the gap and attack the bird gunners on both wings of the spear array, but were blocked by the stable spear array, and shooting arrows was useless. Every spearman was wearing silver mail.

"Why, this is why." Bunang sighed to the sky, wrapped up by his confidants, leaned over on the horse's back and galloped towards the north.

Su Nang was completely afraid and panic. Unlike Bu Nang, he did not have much experience in war. In his eyes, the manifestation of the archer in front of him was a normal manifestation of the Ming border army. He only had fear and regret. This time, the greed was too great to attack the border of Ming. If the Ming army refused to let go and went deep into the grassland to attack, he still didn't know what the consequences would be.

In addition, there was heartache. The armored subordinates and tribe herders in front of them were seriously injured. The battlefield was in disarray, and many weapons and horses were thrown to the ground. After this battle, Su Nang, who had nearly 20,000 people, was broken, his backbone. After this battle, Su Nang felt that he was no longer qualified to challenge the Khan position.

The only thing worth comforting is the armored cavalry and herdsmen who stayed in Xinping Fort. In order to confuse the Ming army in the fort, nearly 10,000 civilians and armored soldiers remained in the north. Now, we gathered our escaped subordinates along the way, and returned to Xinping Fort and quickly retreated back to the grassland, hoping that the Ming army would not come to pursue.

After the artillery fire extended, the two Taijis, Bunang and Su Nang, escaped first, and some small Taijis also ran away, discarded all the flags, and the back formation was as chaotic as a pot of porridge. Of course, the cavalry in the front formation also wanted to run away, but they were in a very difficult situation. Many places were bitten by the formation and could not escape in a hurry. In the end, all the cavalry finally collapsed and had no organizational escape. People and horses collided with each other, and even fled to seize the road. The muddy farmland was full of cavalry fleeing. Some cavalry fell into the canals and rivers, and some were drowned together. More people were going downstream. Only a few lucky people crossed the canal and began to gallop to the north.

Zhu Dayong had changed three swords, and he couldn't remember how many people were killed. Most of the soldiers around him were breathing heavily. If they could take off their helmets and iron armor, I believe many people were already sweating heavily. Water might be poured out of the iron armor. However, aroused by excitement, the soldiers still walked along the front line and kept chasing the cavalry that were still in chaos.

The spearmen and the bird gunners were much more relaxed. Their mail weighed only more than ten pounds and did not affect their physical fitness. Therefore, the soldiers had already made way for a large section of the path, and the spearmen and the bird gunners continued to move forward steadily, like meat grinders, constantly strangling the enemy.

There were already a large number of enemy cavalry surrendered, and the artillery group also stopped shelling at this time. One reason was that the enemy cavalry fled farther and farther away. Within 300 to 500 steps, there were already archers and enemy cavalry mixed. The two sides were in a state of intertwined dog teeth, and shelling could easily hurt their own people. In addition, it was to fire multiple rounds in succession. Although the sound of guns cast in bronze was not easy to explode than iron cannons, it could not withstand such high-intensity fire. It was necessary to pause for a while and wait for the gun body to cool down before it could be used again.

However, this war is definitely not necessary, and the enemy cavalry has already fled.

"Sun Hei... Mr. Sun Ba, look, the people from the farmhouses over there have come out."

Tang Wangzong's face was so fumigated that it seemed that a string of small cannons appeared on his left face. His upper body was also wet with sweat, and he was in a very embarrassed state.

Standing nearest to several guns, it is natural to end up in such a mess.

While talking to Sun Yao, Tang Wangzong also pulled out the earplugs in his ears... The artillery commander and the members of the artillery team had to wear earplugs. Although the copper cannons are not as powerful as many artillery in later generations, the sound was quite loud. At the beginning, the gun team had no experience, and they were too close to the gun test and there were no earplugs. One person had ear bleeding on the spot. Later, he was deaf and had to arrange for retirement Rong Yang. The protection in front of him was also an experience gained from the lesson.

"It's not bad to ask the people to show off." Sun Yao did not arrange too many people around, nor did Wang Changfu and Liang Xing. They were in the decisive battle of the main force, and even if they had a great chance of winning, they did not do so. Only a few light infantry mixed flag teams were placed around, which could become the backbone of the people.

Tang Wangzong smiled and said, "Since we have been around, the martial spirits are so strong that everyone is proud to join the archer. This is completely different from being looked down upon by the border soldiers or the guards."

Sun Yao said seriously: "Our archers have good salaries, excellent treatment, uniform military appearance, and generous military discipline, so they are respected."

He knew that Tang Wangzong was a little tired and cunning, so whenever he had the chance, Sun Yao would call Tang Wangzong.

"I know, I know." Tang Wangzong laughed and scolded: "I heard that the military law also needs to establish a department. I don't know who to be the official. At this moment, the military discipline is obviously more important. I will not be so ugly. Besides, even if I have nothing to do, I don't have any reason to cause trouble for myself."

Everything in front of me is actually very pleasing to the eye. Although Sun Yao and Tang Wangzong are nominally just archers and village soldiers, after so long of real military training, no one will regard themselves as soldiers. Besides, whether they are training, armored or other equipment, the border army is not qualified to compare with the archers. In Lizhuang, whether they are officers or ordinary archers, they have a sense of military consciousness and honor.

"Defending the country is just that." Sun Yao murmured, and Tang Wangzong nodded in agreement.

All around were the flags abandoned by the Northern Lies and the unmanned war horses that ran around. Some of the Northern Lies drowned in the river, their bodies floated down the river, some were deeply trapped in the farmland, abandoned all their belongings and war horses, and ran barefoot. More people hugged their heads, tremblingly knelt on the ground, begging for mercy. Such a scene is really exciting!

More people also rushed out, and with the cooperation of the archers, chasing the Northern Barbarians who were fleeing between the farmland and the canals, such as forks and iron rakes, even though the Northern Barbarians were short and strong, and they all had strong bodies eating beef, mutton, and drinking horse milk. However, in front of these ordinary Ming people, they had no power to fight back. After a while, the Northern Barbarians who fled like ants were almost wiped out, and only a very small number of lucky people fled north again, crossed the river, and finally disappeared.

Before dusk, the battlefield was cleaned, and all the officers at the department level and the 100th General Office were gathered together, and everyone's faces were full of smiles.
Chapter completed!