Ordinary infantrymen would be on the verge of collapse at this point.
When the battle formation collapsed, morale hit rock bottom because every infantryman understood that battle formation was the only way they could fight against the cavalry. Once the battle formation was gone, morale would be gone too. The next thing they could do was flee and chase.
But the Jianzhou Army did not do that. They held on with an unimaginable fighting spirit. Even though they could no longer take care of both ends, they did not retreat or collapse. They fought on their own and did not stop fighting. It was as if they were fighting for the sake of fighting and were not afraid of death.
Such a fierce battle shocked Mao Wenlong, but it also gave him unprecedented joy and excitement. He pulled himself together and put the sword that he had just killed three Jianzhou Army soldiers back into its scabbard. He grabbed the long sword of the guard beside him and urged his horse to rush to where more Jianzhou Army soldiers were.
Rushing to his destination, he swung his long saber and chopped with all his might. It was simple and unadorned, but it was extremely powerful. Blood splattered everywhere, and severed limbs flew in all directions. However, he was still laughing loudly, as if he had encountered something that made him extremely happy.
The Jianzhou Army soldiers did not have armor, nor did they have armor as good as the Qin Army. One slash from the Qin Army could kill them, but a few slashes from them might not be able to kill the Qin Army.
So they chopped at the legs of the horses, making the horses fall off from the Qin Army. If the horses did not break their necks, they would go up and finish them off. In a short period of time, they had caused some casualties.
Nurhachi was even more ferocious. He held a large machete in his hand. Three Qin Army cavalrymen surrounded him but could not defeat him. They were all knocked off their horses and slashed at their necks.
But Fei Yingdong was not so lucky. With his left arm injured, his fighting strength was greatly reduced. He was forced to retreat by the Qin Army and could not fight back. The soldiers around him were all dead or injured. He was in a sorry state. Once again, he was not careful and his left arm was pierced by a spear.
He looked up to the sky and cried out in pain. Another spear pierced through his chest and into his back. The spear was pulled out from the back. His body twitched and his eyes were filled with a strong unwillingness. His body was on the verge of collapsing. Another Qin cavalryman rammed into him on his horse.
Fei Yingdong was knocked back a few meters by the horse. He fell to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood. He twitched a few times and stopped moving. His eyes were still open, as if he had died with a grievance.
Nurhaci asked Dai Shan to protect his brothers and fight alongside him so that he could protect them. But when the Qin cavalry charged in, the formation could no longer be maintained. Amidst the fighting, Nurhaci and Dai Shan were separated by an unknown distance.
All Dai Shan could see were the black-armored cavalrymen on their horses and the Jianzhou soldiers who had been killed. Dai Shan felt extremely terrible when he saw this. He let out a roar and ignored the need to protect his brothers. He stepped forward and grabbed a spear, dragging the Qin soldier off his horse and piercing his neck with a sword.
Next, Dai Shan leaped onto his horse and spurred the horse to gallop. He caught a Qin cavalryman and thrust his spear into his heart from the back. It took him a lot of effort to thrust the spear in, but he couldn't pull it out. In the end, two black-armored cavalrymen stepped forward and thrust their spears at him.
In a flash, Dai Shan dodged the attack by lying on his horse. But as soon as he got up, he was hit in the back by a spear. After a piercing pain, he could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood. He looked back and saw a young Qin general stabbing him in the abdomen.
Dai Shan spat out a mouthful of blood as he gripped the spear with both hands. His face was filled with disbelief as he looked at Qin Jiang. However, Qin Jiang didn't waste any words with him. Seeing that Dai Shan was still gripping the spear, Qin Jiang immediately pulled out his Battle Sword and chopped off Dai Shan's head.
Dai Shan suddenly felt that his vision was out of control. He felt as if the world was spinning around him. He felt dizzy and dizzy, and then he lost consciousness.
Zhang Long pulled out his great spear and knocked the headless corpse off his horse. He then went to fight the other Jianzhou soldiers.
As time went on, the Jianzhou soldiers who had the advantage in numbers began to decline. The weakness of infantry against cavalry and the difference in armor and weapons made the longer the battle went on, the more disadvantageous the Jianzhou soldiers became.
They were proud of the three Jurchen divisions with their ability to fight in the field, but the Qin Army's ability to fight in the field was stronger.
The Qin Army was born out of the thirty thousand Zhennan Army. Xiao Ruxun trained the Zhennan Army the same way he trained officers. So the Zhennan Army dared to fight head-on against the Northern Barbarians' superior cavalry. Back in the day, the strongest division in the Ming Army was the Zhennan Army. Xiao Ruxun cared a lot about the ability to fight in the field.
Every time there was a battle in the Northern Expedition, the deciding factor was not the firepower of the Northern Expedition Army, but the ability to fight in the field. The local Ming Army did not dare to fight in the field, and those who dared were not strong enough, so they were chased by the Northern Expedition Army.
After the founding of the country, Xiao Ruxun paid more attention to the Qin Army's ability to fight in the field. Every day, they trained in the field. Don't think that it would be easy after the founding of the country. Even the old Zhennan Army complained about all kinds of military skills and physical training.
Under such intense training, the Qin Army's ability to fight in the field was even stronger than at the beginning of the founding of the country, which was directly reflected in this battle. They suppressed the ferocious soldiers and defeated the Jianzhou soldiers in less than an hour.
Fei Yingdong was dead, Dai Shan was dead, and the few sons left by Nurhaci were all dead. Abatai, whom he finally found to protect by his side, was trampled to death by the horses of the Qin Army. Nurhaci broke down. There was nothing else in his eyes except killing.
Two hours later, there were only a few Jianzhou soldiers left on the battlefield, and the Qin Army had suffered a lot.
Mao Wenlong killed 17 Jianzhou soldiers with his own hands. The pig tails and heads of 17 Jianzhou soldiers were hanging on his horse. His whole body was covered in the blood of the Jianzhou soldiers. His white horse was also dyed red. The smell of blood was so strong that it could not be blown away by the wind.
The Qin Army slowly narrowed the encirclement. One by one, the Jianzhou soldiers were stabbed to death and could not get up again. In the end, the Qin Army formed a big circle, in which there was only one Jianzhou soldier still standing.
Mao Wenlong took out a piece of paper from the saddle. He looked at the person drawn on it, and then looked at the crazy guy covered in blood.
This was the portrait of Nurhaci sent from the capital. Mao Wenlong looked 70% similar to the portrait. Coupled with the unusual clothes, it was very likely that this was Nurhaci. As for the others, he would cut off their heads and bring them back. While beheading them would be a meritorious deed, it would also let Chu Ying recognize his family.
Putting away the paper, Mao Wenlong shouted at the top of his voice.
"Nurhaci! You thief slave, why are you still not surrendering? "
Nurhaci heard someone calling him, and looked around for the voice. This confirmed Mao Wenlong's judgment.
Someone who could understand Chinese and had a reaction was undoubtedly Nurhaci.
Therefore, Mao Wenlong called the Dragon Riders over, took a loaded Light Dragon Lance, and aimed it at Nurhachi, who was glaring at the Qin army, who was glaring at him like a tiger watching his prey.
Mao Wenlong pulled the trigger, and with a bang, a burst of white smoke filled the air. Mao Wenlong quickly closed his eyes, but the Light Dragon Bullet accurately drilled into Nurhaci's neck. The bullet broke half of his neck, and his head drooped to one side. He fell to the ground and died, with a look of anger on his face.
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