Chapter 697: Defeating the Wild Jurchen, Humiliated by Riding Alone

Ye Nuzhen's impact is very fierce and intimidating, but when Fang Xing saw that there were only this few people, he waved his hand and said, "Destroy as soon as possible. Ω E Xiao Δ Said WwW.1XIAOSHUO.COM"

"Reload!"

Shen Yao shouted excitedly, this is the first actual combat of the artillery!

Twelve cannons were lined up neatly. Hearing the sound of horseshoes, he began to measure the distance.

"preparation……"

Shen Yao raised his long knife and swung it down.

"put!"

"Boom boom boom boom boom..."

The iron bullets drew a parabola in the air, and three of them directly crashed into the middle of the enemy cavalry.

"puff……"

A Jurchen's neck was grazed by an iron bullet. She was still sitting on the horseback, but her head was tilted to one side.

The iron bullet with undiminished impact dropped a little height, swept the three riders behind, and finally fell to the ground and rebounded again.

"Papa papa!"

The fragile horse legs broke off one after another as if they had encountered a rock. The cavalry fell off the horse, and was immediately trampled into mud by the hooves of the following horses.

The scale of the impact of hundreds of riders seemed scary, but when the three iron bullets were raging, morale dropped quickly.

"What the hell! Most of the shots were missed!"

Shen Yao kicked and kicked his subordinate's butts angrily, and the roar could be heard throughout the battlefield.

"I've aimed them all, and if I miss the next time, I'll stuff you in! Fire your asses!"

But the enemy cavalry had already entered the range of the flintgun, and Xin Laoqi would not give them another chance.

"The first row... salvo!"

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Amidst the smoke, the gunfire sounded again...

"Boom boom boom boom boom..."

Behind Fang Xing is the brigade of cavalry,

After three rounds of bombardment, he put down the binoculars, pulled out his sword and shouted, "Attack!"

"Da Ming is mighty!"

"Da Ming is mighty!"

"Da Ming is mighty!"

After the deafening shouts, the cavalry outflanked the two wings of the musket array and rushed towards the enemy whose formation was scattered and whose numbers had been reduced by more than half.

...

"Victory! Victory! Victory!"

The people in the camp went crazy, everyone raised their hands and cheered.

But Meng Ge Timur's face was ashen, and hissed: "This is not the Ming army! This is not the Ming army! I have seen the firearms of the Ming army, and they are not so sharp!"

Li Manzhu's hands were trembling, and he murmured: "There are not many Ming soldiers, not many! Let's, what should we do?"

Boda said nonchalantly: "My lord, this is Nuer Gandusi!"

"Oh! Yes, this is Nuer Gandusi!"

Li Manzhu and Meng Ge Timur looked at each other, and then reached out to each other and hit each other hard.

"Snapped!"

A short-lived covenant was thus formed.

The winners and losers have already begun to be decided on the battlefield. After completing the ceremony, Li Manzhu stared blankly at the wild Jurchens fleeing in all directions, and said in disbelief, "Aren't those wild people fighting to the death and never retreating?"

Boda's voice was a little trembling: "Yes, when we went to the old forest to grab things with these savages, we always ended up dying! What's going on today?"

...

"These are the savages known as Jurchen warriors?"

Fang Xing saw those enemies who didn't even dare to turn back and resist, and felt that this history was a fake history.

The main forces of the Man Qing battle were those wild Jurchens, who were known as the most powerful fighters in the world.

Facts have also proved this point. At the end of the Ming Dynasty, the Ming army was beaten helplessly, and they were even allowed to show off their martial arts under the city of Beiping. Then they left swaggeringly with the looted population and property. Daming.

Lin Qun'an said in surprise: "Uncle, the so-called Jurchen warriors are only for those alien races. They are not enough to look at in front of the Ming army!"

Well……

Fang Xing was embarrassed, he linked the Ming army at this time with the end of Ming Dynasty.

But then a sense of sadness rose in his chest.

It was these savages who looked ferocious, the real number was only tens of thousands, but they actually defeated the behemoth Daming.

This shit is so corrupt!

"Uncle, the troops of Jianzhou Wei and Zuo Wei are watching from the sidelines."

The scout galloped back and reported.

"How many people?"

Fang Xing touched the handle of the knife and sneered.

Damn it! This is watching the Wenla Mountain post station besieged!

"The two families have joined together, and there are about a thousand riders."

"Is this trying to test Da Ming's will? Go, summon..."

...

"Someone from the Ming army is here!"

Needless to say, both Li Manzhu and Mengge Timur saw the lonely cavalryman.

A flag fluttered in the wind on the shoulders of the cavalry, and it fluttered.

The cavalryman was tall, and he sat on his horse and looked at these people, and said sharply: "Da Mingxing and Uncle call you two to go!"

Li Manzhu moved his hand, and Boda held the handle of the knife.

Brother Meng'er made a dry laugh.

The cavalry shouted again: "Uncle has an order. If the two of you have evil intentions, then let's fight it out! Our army is only two thousand, and no one can survive the loser!"

A chill spread in the hearts of Li Manzhu and the two of them. They looked at each other and understood each other's meaning.

When did the Ming army become so strong?

You must know that this place is not far from the two people's camps, and you can call in troops at any time to surround and kill the Ming army with superior forces.

The cavalryman stretched out his right hand, and his five fingers gradually popped out.

This is within a limited time, after all five fingers are ejected, it is the time when the two sides meet each other.

A small cavalryman dared to humiliate himself in front of his subordinates.

What a shame!

Li Manzhu's cheeks were hot, Meng Ge Timur's fists were clenched tightly, and the subordinates behind him were breathing, waiting for an order to kill this bold Ming army, and then swung their troops to attack the Ming army who was cleaning the battlefield main force.

Under the cold gaze of the Ming army, when he flicked out the fourth finger, Li Manzhu and Mengge Timur almost fell at the same time.

"The officer will go right away."

The cavalryman withdrew his right hand, looked coldly at the angry Jurchens behind them, turned his horse back, waved the flag and shouted: "Da Ming is mighty!"

One person, one rider, but it gave birth to the momentum of thousands of troops!

Is this the Ming army?

Is this the Ming army that the Mongols who fought across the world ran away with their heads in their arms?

Without looking back, Li Manzhu could feel the drop in the morale of his subordinates.

Brother Meng'er said blankly: "Let's go, being late is an excuse for that uncle to kill someone!"

Walking through the middle of the battlefield, the dead people and horses were sorted out by the peasants, and those weapons were also piled up together, but Fang Xing ordered them all to be destroyed, especially those bows and arrows.

Those captives were escorted back by the Ming army, and those who were a little slow had a gun butt, and those who dared to resist would be pierced with bayonets.

How brutal!

Fang Xing didn't set up a tent, but stood there, listening to his subordinates' reports.

"My lord, Li Manzhu of the Jianzhou Guard, the Commander of the Jianzhou Left Guard envoy Meng Ge Timur please see me!"

In fact, they both saw each other, and the distance was only five meters away.

But this communication meant to humiliate Li Manzhu.

After Li Xianzhong's death, according to common sense, Li Manzhu should take over the post of commander, but judging by Fang Xing's appearance, maybe there is no such will.

"Let them come over."

After the two came in, they hurriedly knelt on one knee and saluted.

"I've seen Lord Xinghebo!"

Fang Xing didn't wake them up, but looked at them silently.

In spring, Nuer Gandusi's temperature is very low. Kneeling on the ground, it doesn't take long for him to feel that his knees are not his own.

"What do you want to do? Rebellion? Hmm!"