Han Shi turned his horse around and the leading cavalrymen lit up with a green military formation. The soldiers shouted in unison and their morale was high.
This was different from the usual defensive formation. After Wen Ruolan understood the basic rules of spiritual power circulation, she designed a brand new defensive formation for the Imperial Guard. The defensive formation was no longer evenly distributed across the whole formation. Instead, it was controlled by the commander of the formation and placed on a few points.
When the green light shone, the defensive formation of each cavalryman was strengthened. They advanced like a gust of wind and their speed increased by at least 20 to 30 percent. The advantage was that their combat power could be doubled, but the disadvantage was that there was a higher requirement for the commander.
Han Shi lightly clamped his horse's abdomen and the horse galloped quickly. He stared at the leading Niu Lu. The enemy was in a predicament. He had just sent a group of centaurs to support the other group of soldiers. When he raised his head, he saw the leader of the Han cavalry charging towards him.
Ever since Nurhachi conquered the Ming, the Jurchen had encountered all the Han soldiers who were weak. The Ming Army only had some courage when they were defending the city, but they ran faster than rabbits when they were in the field. But today, these Han soldiers were fighting bravely and were also good at tactical cooperation. This really shocked the arrogant Jurchen cavalry and caused them to be at a loss.
The distance of tens of meters was shortened in the blink of an eye. The pressing time did not allow the soldiers to think too much. Seeing Han Shi closing in to attack, Niu Lu could only make up his mind. He waved a mace and charged forward. This mace was more than three meters long and was crudely made. The thick head of the mace was nailed with iron nails and a shriveled human head was hanging at the bottom of the mace.
Niu Lu opened his mouth and shouted. He waved his mace and created a black whirlwind. The shriveled human head seemed to have come back to life. It opened its big mouth with missing teeth and shouted noisily. The head that had been concocted by the Shaman broke away from the mace and bit at Han Shi. Han Shi's sword instantly flashed with several green lights.
The first strike of the green ray sliced the man's head in half, the second strike split the mace in half, and the third strike slashed through Niu Lu's chest, penetrating through the layers of armor he was wearing, and sliced this ugly guy open.
With the First Kill successful, Han Shi's confidence doubled. It turned out that this Jurchen Barbarian, who had always been invincible, could also be defeated. The saber in his hand turned into a long whip, constantly shooting out spirit energy blades that were more than a meter long. All the Jurchen cavalrymen close to him fell off their horses under the ferocious whips of this sharp whip. Every strike would shatter both men and horses, causing bloody mist to dance chaotically.
Han Shi charged through the enemy's thin cavalry, and behind him were the fallen enemies howling miserably. The Imperial Cavalry, which was heavily fortified by the military formation, seemed to be an invincible existence. They were valiantly and fearlessly displaying the strength that they were supposed to have through training. They were like performing dressage on the bloody battlefield, calmly chopping the enemies off their horses one by one.
In the battle of more than ten people, the cavalry that the Imperial Guard had spent a lot of money to build showed an overwhelming advantage. Whether it was attack, defense, or mobility, they were stronger than the elites of the enemy. After one round, only five or six enemies who were further away managed to escape with their lives. They watched helplessly as their companions fell off their horses, and in a panic, they no longer dared to look back. They crouched on the back of their horses and whipped their horses to escape.
There were still more than thirty Jurchen cavalrymen left on the battlefield. They were scattered and lacked a leader, so it was difficult for them to resist the charge of the Imperial Cavalry. Han Shi shouted "Great" on the battlefield, and then ordered: "Kill them all."
At this moment, Han Shi was in high spirits, like a majestic lion on the battlefield. He laughed heartily, exuding the wild and heroic spirit of the men of the Northern Lands. His eyes were wild, revealing an irresistible desire to kill. In the past half a year, all the Han people of Liaodong felt sullen, resentful, and uncomfortable. The humiliation of being bullied by the Jurchen at their doorstep had severely damaged their dignity.
Today, this resentment was finally going to be avenged!
The charge started again, and the three cavalry squads that had originally split up to lure the enemy into an ambush kept converging, forming a powerful offensive formation that swept across the battlefield. The Jurchen cavalrymen who had been charging at them in an aggressive manner all fled in panic. More than half of them were killed. A group of Niu Lu elites was destroyed in just a few minutes of battle.
Waiting for the enemy to turn around and flee, Han Shi chased them for less than five hundred meters before stopping. His bright silver armor was stained with blood, and thick, half-congealed blood kept dripping from his blade. His chest heaved up and down as he took in deep breaths. Only the ferocious laughter on his face showed how carefree he was. "Half a year ago, I was chased away like a dog here. Half a year later, I'm back again. "
The Imperial Cavalry were all Liao people, and they didn't have a good impression of the Jurchen barbarians who had invaded their homeland, enslaved and slaughtered their own people. With Zhou Qingfeng's repeated political education, they were merciless when killing the enemy.
"Clean up the battlefield, report the casualties on our side, and gather the horses. See if there are any lightly injured captives, bandage them, and take one or two away. "Han Shi gave the order according to the rules of battle, and quickly retreated with his men. According to the Imperial Guard's plan, he would set up an outpost at the Tigerskin Inn between Liaoyang and Shenyang, where he would constantly spy on the Jurchen's military intelligence, and prevent the enemy from probing Liaoyang in the south.
Not long after Han Shi left, four to five hundred Jurchen came rumbling out of Shenyang City. There were both infantry and cavalry, and their formation was tight as if they were facing a great enemy. Among the leading generals were Zhou Qingfeng's old acquaintances, Hwang Tae-gil and Saharén.
When they arrived at the battlefield, they stopped for a moment. Hwang Tae-gil ordered Saharén to continue pursuing Han Shi with the cavalry, while he himself dismounted to check on his dead soldiers.
The corpses on the ground were usually killed with a single slash, which meant that the battle was very quick and didn't take too long. From the wounds, most of them were slashed in the chest and abdomen, and a few were slashed in the thighs and horses.
"The blades of these Han people are really sharp, they easily cut through the armor of our Plain White Banner warriors, and even cut through two layers in one breath." Hwang Tae-gil's face was very ugly.
Completely different from the rough treatment of armaments in the Ming Army, the Jurchen fought every day, so they were very sensitive to the quality of weapons. Hwang Tae-gil held half of a piece of iron that was split open by a blade, and carefully observed the cut marks, and said: "It's said that the Han people are good at smelting and forging, they really can make good blades."
It was currently the middle of winter, and the Kennu had conquered Fushun, and the other places in Shenyang were also in hiding. After all, going out in winter consumed too much energy, so they needed more food. One or two people could still bear the activity, but thousands of people would consume too much energy.
The Jurchen people fought for plunder, for enjoyment, and not for self-abuse. Only the 'Revolutionary Army', which was always worried about the enemy coming to their door, would do something like this regardless of the cost.
Today, when the Imperial Guard's cavalry scouts approached Shenyang, a Niu Lu stationed at the city gate immediately responded, and without waiting for Hwang Tae-gil's order, he went out of the city to drive them away. When Hwang Tae-gil learned of this, he secretly praised his Plain White Banner's elites for being so powerful, and their response was very correct. But when he climbed up the city wall, although he couldn't see clearly because of the distance from the battlefield, he could tell that the situation was not good from the horses that were fleeing in panic.
By the time Hwang Tae-gil hurriedly led his troops out to provide support, the small-scale cavalry duel had already ended, and the enemy cavalry scouts had long run away. Sending Saharén to chase after them was just to comfort himself. Hwang Tae-gil looked calm on the surface, but he was actually very angry in his heart. After Nurhachi's military reform last year, Hwang Tae-gil only had 18 Niu Lu's in the Plain White Banner. Today, it was equivalent to losing one.
Kennu would send out tens of thousands of people every time, but the regular soldiers among them were the 50 elites of the Niu Lu's. The rest were the rest of the soldiers and even the soldiers who followed them. Hwang Tae-gil's Plain White Banner was currently a relatively weak banner, compared to the 45 Niu Lu's Plain Yellow Banner, his military strength was simply not enough.
After taking over Fushun and Shenyang, Nurhachi did not immediately move his ruling center over. He left Hwang Tae-gil in Shenyang, while he led his troops back. But after seeing the prosperity and beauty of the Han cities, he also realized that his Hetuala was really like a dog's kennel.
Nurhachi was building a new capital on Mount Jie Fan in Saar Hu, and for the time being, he had no intention of directly using Shenyang as the capital. But Hwang Tae-gil, who was stationed in Shenyang, quickly realized the convenience and benefits of this Han city. Be it capturing slaves or gathering rations, it was too convenient.
But now, Hwang Tae-gil was being challenged.
"Not only are these Han cavalrymen good blades, their armor is even better." Hwang Tae-gil searched through the corpses of the Jurchen soldiers and checked their weapons one by one. In the end, he was shocked to discover that only a few of them had blood on their blades, and the amount of blood was not much. "My Great Golden Warriors have lost more than 20 men, and yet we were unable to kill many of them?"
Hwang Tae-gil hurriedly captured all the Jurchen soldiers who had just escaped and interrogated them, requesting them to investigate how many enemies they had met, and how did they fight? Very quickly, he confirmed one thing — the enemy's equipment was extremely good.
One of the Jurchen soldiers who had escaped cried out: "It's not that this slave did not fight, but the armor of those Han soldiers is too thick. Their breastplates are so shiny that it can dazzle one's eyes. Their armor is also made of large pieces of metal, and cannot be cut at all. "
"How many Han soldiers are there?"
"Around 60 to 70. Those Han Nikan are extremely cunning. They lured us into pursuing them, and then surrounded us from 3 sides. One of their generals is even skilled in military formations, and even killed our Niu Lu leader. "
Hwang Tae-gil asked around, and he found out that there were at least a hundred enemies, and at the very least, there were 40 to 50 of them. He estimated that there should be around 60 of them. He would not believe that the Han soldiers would dare to surround them, even if they had fewer soldiers than him.
"It's that general of the Ming Army. He actually has such strong soldiers, and even has the guts to do so?" Hwang Tae-gil was waiting for Saharén to reap some benefits, and at the very least, find out who the enemy was today. But not long later, the sound of cannons could be heard from afar, and a thunderous boom could be heard.
Not long later, Saharén returned, but his face was covered in dust. As soon as he saw Huang Taiji, he loudly cursed the Han cavalry for their craftiness. He said that he had pursued them for ten 'li's and was just about to catch up with the fleeing Han, when suddenly a loud clap of thunder broke out in the middle of the formation, splitting his cavalry in two. The explosion killed 4 to 5 elite Jurchen soldiers on the spot.
"Not only did the Han cavalrymen blow us up, they even set up an ambush for us." Saharén felt indignant. "After the explosion, our horses panicked, and many of the white-armored warriors panicked.
The Han cavalrymen who were baiting the enemy immediately turned around and charged towards us. At the same time, 20 to 30 cavalrymen charged out from the sides of the road, and fearlessly charged into the midst of our cavalry. Fortunately, I managed to stabilize my men, and even killed a few of them. Only then did they retreat. "
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