Liu Chenglong, who had been following the army, tried to persuade Mao Wenlong not to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the trapped beasts, thinking that it would cause great losses, and there was even the possibility of failure.
But Mao Wenlong didn't listen to him, and no one listened to him. Liu Chenglong was not a soldier, so he couldn't understand the supremacy of bravery and honor that permeated the Daqin army.
They could use all kinds of tricks to fight against the enemy, trap the enemy, and achieve the greatest victory with the least cost. But once the enemy issued the final challenge, if they didn't accept the challenge and tear them apart, it would cause a great blow to the morale of the army.
The Daqin army was the best, invincible, and any enemy who dared to provoke them would be torn to pieces.
Even though Mao Wenlong had used all kinds of means to force Nurhachi to a dead end, he couldn't refuse this challenge.
They were using their lives to provoke the soldiers of Daqin. They were using their lives to issue a challenge – the stake is your life, do you dare?
Any soldier of Daqin who had a sense of shame dared to do it. If he didn't dare, he would be ridiculed for the rest of his life, and would never be able to stand in the army again, because no one would look down on a coward. In this era, this was inevitable.
And this spirit, which seemed to be not cost-effective, was the most basic condition for the formation of an iron army.
Only with this kind of spirit could this army be called an elite, an iron army, an invincible army.
This spirit was more important than the battle damage.
Xiao Ruxun used the clerks to teach the soldiers how to read. Through literacy education, some of the most important spirit and will were implanted in the minds of the soldiers by subtle means, engraved in their souls, so that they could understand what responsibility was, what responsibility was, what honor was, what sacrifice was.
The new Qin Army was no longer fighting for food and promotion. They began to have ideas that were more beneficial to the country. This would be an army that thoroughly carried out the will of the central government.
So at this moment, they did not hesitate to accept this challenge with their lives as the stake, sharpened their soldiers, and followed Mao Wenlong to the battlefield.
In the distance, the group of angry soldiers was the stepping stone for them to carry out their will.
The Qin Army appeared. When Nurhachi saw him, he stood up. Everyone around him also stood up.
Some of them were still tearing at the horse meat, trying their best to accumulate as much energy as possible. Some of them were patting their faces, trying to make themselves look as energetic as possible. Some of them were licking their knives with bloodthirsty expressions. Some of them were taking deep breaths, trying to adjust their mental state.
At this moment, both sides seemed to have forgotten what kind of war this was and were fully immersed in the battle.
The bravery of this Qin Army was also beyond Nurhachi's imagination. He did not pay attention to the number of people in this Qin Army. They seemed to be about the same as his men, but there must be a main force behind them.
He no longer had a future. His future was the present. All of his children were left with the present.
Nurhachi squatted down and stroked the heads of his two youngest sons, Tabai and Abatai.
"Soon, it will be time for you to show off your bravery. Use the sabers in your hands to kill those hateful Han people. Kill until you can't kill anymore. Do you understand?"
The two children nodded nervously.
"You are my sons. You can't back down. You can't lose face. Do you understand?"
Nurhachi said a few more words.
Tabai and Abatai nodded blankly and clenched the sabers in their hands. Dai Shan looked at this scene with a poker face, and then looked at the Qin Army in the distance.
They were cavalry, and they were all infantry.
It seemed that the reason why his father wanted to kill all the horses was not only to eat the meat, but also to make everyone give up the last thought of escaping. They could only fight to the death.
So, could they win this battle?
Could they win?
Liu Chenlong was also asking Mao Wenlong. Mao Wenlong did not answer him. He just pulled out his sword and held it high to the sky.
"Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! "
The black armored cavalry of the Qin Army shouted angrily. Their morale suddenly reached its peak. Everyone was full of fighting spirit. They clenched their weapons and urged their horses forward slowly.
"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! "
The Jianzhou Army gathered into a group and began to march in the direction of the Qin Army. As they moved forward, they shouted the slogan of killing. There was no fear in their eyes, only a strong desire to kill.
Of course, the same was true of the Qin Army.
The Jianzhou Army first walked, then walked quickly. Finally, Nurhachi directly ran, and the whole Jianzhou Army followed him. Their eyes were red, and they were panting. They were like hungry lions, roaring and rushing forward.
But the Qin Army stopped. 30 Dragon Cavalrymen rode to a distance of 200 meters in front of the Jianzhou Army, jumped off their horses, and aimed at the Jianzhou Army with their Enlightened Dragon Spears.
"Fire!"
The leader of the Dragon Cavalrymen gave the order. 30 shots were fired, and 30 Enlightened Lead Bullets accurately hit the bodies of 30 Jianzhou Army soldiers. In an instant, their skin was broken, and their internal organs were a mess. They fell down in pain.
They quickly reloaded their ammunition, and before the Jianzhou Army rushed in front of them, they fired another round. Thirty glowing lead bullets steadily took away thirty lives. Fei Yingdong was unlucky, and was grazed by a bullet on his left arm. He groaned, but did not stop his charge.
"Retreat!"
The remaining distance was not enough for them to fight another round. The leader of the Dragon Cavalrymen gave the order again. The Dragon Cavalrymen got on their horses and scattered to the sides, leaving the battlefield. The black armored cavalry were ready to charge.
"Give the victory to the Emperor of the Daqin!"
Mao Wenlong pointed his sword forward: "Charge!!!"
"Kill!!!!"
Two thousand black armored cavalry quickly spurred their horses and charged forward. The distance of hundreds of meters was covered in a blink of an eye. The black torrent was like a sharp sword that plunged into the Jianzhou Army.
At that moment, it was as if two bags of blood had collided with each other. In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and severed limbs flew in all directions. The roars of men and the neighs of horses interweaved together, playing a cruel battlefield concerto.
The life and death battle between the cavalry and the infantry, face to face, blade to blade, and face to face, a direct confrontation without any hesitation, unfolded on this piece of land.
The Qin Army's cavalry quickly pierced through and killed. One blade cut off a head, and one spear pierced through the body of a Jianzhou Army soldier, taking his life.
The Jianzhou Army's infantry fearlessly chopped off the legs of the horses, and dragged people off their horses. A few people gathered together and pulled a black armored cavalry soldier off his horse, and with both hands, they stabbed fiercely.
The Jianzhou Army did not have a formation, or perhaps they did not even think about using a formation. The Qin Army's cavalry pierced through the Jianzhou Army from head to tail with the momentum of a tiger coming down the mountain. They tore apart their entire formation, and then began to divide and surround them, breaking them one by one.
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