The higher they stood, the further away they could pee!
The Han cavalrymen on their tall horses charged forward like a storm, invading like a raging inferno.
The densely packed wall arrived, their hooves kicking up a strong gust of wind. The cavalrymen in the front row held onto their shotguns tightly, counting their breaths and the sound of their hooves as they stared at the 'dwarves' opposite them.
Hahaha … they really are dwarves!
The Jurchen cavalrymen on Mongolian horses were all a head shorter than the Han cavalrymen. Looking at them raising their heads and raising their sabers awkwardly, all the Han cavalrymen felt an indescribable excitement, feeling that their hard training for days and nights had finally paid off.
"Come, blast these dwarves to death!"
The cavalry officer's roar resounded in the formation. Under his command, the first row of cavalrymen raised their buttocks and levitated in the air, aiming their shotguns at the front and pulling the trigger. The flintlock was ignited, igniting the propellant in the barrel, and a dozen or so steel balls shot out from the muzzle.
Bang … a row of gunshots rang out, and a wave of hot gunpowder shot out.
On the bumpy back of a horse, it was difficult to aim with a gun. But a row of cavalrymen advanced at the same time, and a row of bullets rained down.
The first row of cavalrymen relied on their own armors, not caring about the sharp blades of the other side, and forcefully charged forward in a tight formation. The volley of gunshots before the collision had the upper hand, and in the instant of impact, a wave of enemies was swept away.
The cavalrymen faced each other and passed each other.
Everything happened faster than the blink of an eye.
The first row of cavalrymen only held onto the necks of their horses after opening fire. Their formation was so tight that they were unable to dodge, and could only charge forward. The comrades in the back row who were holding their sabers followed closely behind and slashed at the Jurchen 'shorties' who were dizzy after being hit by the bombardment. It was discovered that the tactic of everyone using guns could easily injure the comrades in the front, so they changed it to the first row using guns and the two rows behind using sabers.
The Jurchen dwarves still didn't learn from their mistakes. They just couldn't learn the wall charging tactic, and still charged at the Han cavalrymen in a loose formation, so as to gain more space to display their skills. In terms of horsemanship, the Han cavalrymen were indeed far inferior. But who would compete with you in terms of personal strength these days?
One-on-one, you can challenge all of us.
We'll gang up on you.
A cavalry platoon was divided into three rows, with ten people in each row. They were about ten meters apart from each other as they advanced side by side. The heavy cavalry at the front used their guns to fire, and if there were any survivors, the light cavalry at the back would cut them down. After the cavalry platoon charged, there were basically not many enemies left on horseback. They were either killed or hacked to death.
Even if it wasn't blasted to death, the Arabian horse's weight alone was enough to kill a person. This was a very straightforward contest of strength. It was not a battle of the same level at all. It was completely like an adult beating up a child.
As a brigade commander, Han Shi felt for the first time that his demon pigs could not keep up with the times. His pigskin was thick and coarse, he was fierce and fearless, but he ran too slowly. Seeing that his own subordinates were charging forward without any scruples, he could only command the battalions to attack from the back. He had no part in personally killing the enemy.
"Commander, commander. The Grand Marshal has instructed us not to let you charge to the front. "One of his personal guards tightly held onto Han Shi's reins, not allowing this impulsive fellow to run too far ahead.
Han Shi looked at his subordinates, who were killing gods and buddhas in their way. He was both delighted and sighed. "Back then, Zhao Zilong charged in and out of the Battle of Changban as though he was invincible. What kind of hero was he? I also want to enjoy this kind of charging and breaking through enemy lines. What a pity, what a pity! "
The two thousand Han cavalrymen formed into several attack formations and swept through Mangus's thousand-man army. The Jurchens who charged in a loose formation were no match for the Han cavalrymen. The first few rows of Jurchens seemed to have been hit by a raging wave. They didn't even have the chance to bubble before disappearing.
Faced with such a dense formation, the Jurchens at the back were terrified and subconsciously wanted to dodge. But when the Arabian horses galloped at high speeds, they didn't give the enemy any chance to dodge. The rows of Han cavalrymen also had a wide enough area to attack. With a sweep, they could clear out an area.
The thousand-man Jurchens didn't even last for a quarter of an hour before they were defeated by the charging Han cavalrymen. With just this charge, half of the Jurchens' dwarfs' fell into pools of blood. The other half fled in panic and were utterly defeated. Those who could survive such a ferocious charge could be counted on one's fingers. Mangus, who commanded this thousand-man army, was lucky enough to escape.
"Ah …!" Mangus screamed miserably on the battlefield. The saber in his hand fell, and there were two or three cuts on his breastplate. One of his arms was gone, and the cut was smooth. It was obvious that it was cut off by the Han cavalrymen.
The scene just now was enough to make Mangus remember it for the rest of his life. It would become an eternal nightmare for him. The ferocity of the Han cavalrymen was beyond imagination. The neat formation didn't give him any room to display his strength. The volley of gunfire directly disrupted the attacking rhythm and fighting spirit of the Jurchens, and the neat formation that followed was impossible to deal with.
The volley of gunfire was too unreasonable. The Han, who didn't have any combat skills, relied on this method to make Mangus dizzy. He only managed to survive because of his extraordinary cultivation, but his subordinates were all killed one by one.
After the volley of gunfire, Mangus still wanted to resist. But behind him, the sharp sabers left several scars on his body and even chopped off one of his arms. As for the result, he didn't know whether he hit the first row of cavalrymen with horse armor or not. But when he slashed at them, his wrist holding the saber was broken by the huge impact of the Arabian horse.
The Han cavalryman who was slashed seemed to be completely fine. He lowered his head, pulled the reins, and charged forward. Perhaps they would only find a cut on the horse armor after the battle was over. Oh, so I was also slashed by someone.
With a broken arm, Mangus lost the ability to fight. He was continuously slashed by the sabers, and finally, his arm was cut off at the elbow. Two thousand Han cavalrymen smashed through the right wing of the Jurchens. After slowing down a little, they continued to turn to the right, which was equivalent to going around to the rear of Gao Hongzhong's remaining troops, which served as the center of the army.
The God's Blessing army was immediately in an uproar!
Gao Hongzhong and the other traitors were still waiting to witness the military miracle of Jianzhou, but they ended up witnessing a large-scale collision between the cavalry brigade of the Revolutionary Army and their opponents. They could only watch helplessly as Mangus' 1,000-man team was smashed into pieces, unable to fight back. Then, they began to worry about their own lives — these ferocious cavalrymen had gone around to their rear.
"Change formation, change formation! The rear team will become the front team! Turn around, turn around! "Gao Hongzhong was so anxious that his voice changed. He hid behind the formation and gave orders. But in the blink of an eye, he was in front of the formation.
The charging Han cavalrymen changed formation under the orders of their officers and quickly turned around. Most of the generals of the God's Blessing army were giving orders from the rear. They were all panicking and squeezing their way back to their own troops, trying to avoid the ferocious soldiers and hide among their own people.
On the left wing of the Jurchens, Enkedri, who was trying to act as a hammer, realized that he had made a huge mistake. He thought that Mangus could hold on for a while. In just a little while, he would be able to bring two thousand Jurchens to attack the flanks of the Han cavalrymen and defeat these audacious enemies.
Little did he know that the horses of the Han cavalrymen were tall and strong, and their ability to sprint was unparalleled. Once they started charging, they would run very fast. The Mongolian horses, which were not good at sprinting, could only follow behind the Han cavalrymen and eat their farts. There was always a distance of hundreds of kilometers between the two sides, and they could not catch up no matter how hard they tried.
When Engdrie led his team to the right flank, he saw corpses all over the ground and scattered horses. He also saw Mangus kneeling on one knee, biting a piece of cloth with one hand and his teeth to stop the bleeding of his severed hand.
Seeing Enkedri approaching, Mangus shook his head and said, "Enkedri, you've set up the wrong formation. We can't win, we can't win like this. These Han cavalrymen are too strong, we can't fight them head-on. "
"Nonsense, we're going to fight them head-on!" Enkedri flew into a rage. He raised his whip and lashed out a few times, refusing to admit defeat. But just as he was lashing out with his whip, Gao Hongzhong's troops in the center moved and scattered like a nest of frightened ants. After suffering for two days, these traitors had become a rabble and would flee at the slightest fright.
Behind the scattered God's Blessing army were rows of Han cavalrymen firing shotguns to drive them away. At this moment, Enkedri's two thousand cavalrymen were in the southwest corner, while Han Shi's troops were in the northeast corner. Between the two sides were three to four thousand soldiers of the God's Blessing army.
Han Shi ordered his subordinates to slow down and attack the Blessed Heaven's Army's ass while they rode on the fence. He then fired from behind. Gao Hongzhong's order for his subordinates to turn around was useless. This panicked traitor army only cared about themselves, trying to use their comrades as bulletproof vests.
The Arabian horses neighed in exhaustion after the short sprint, and the Han cavalrymen rode them to drive away the traitors of the God's Blessing army while recovering their strength. Meanwhile, the scattered God's Blessing army just happened to charge at Enkedri's troops in the southwest.
Seeing that this group of useless slaves were either blocking his way or rushing into his formation, Engadri was immediately enraged and shouted, "Anyone who dares to rush into the formation of the army will be killed without mercy!"
Enkedri's voice was loud, but it was useless on the battlefield. The scattered God's Blessing army was confused and disoriented. From the generals to the soldiers, all of them had lost the will to fight. Other than running for their lives, they had no other thoughts. As for Enkedri's yell, not many people heard it.
As the saying went, 'a defeated army is like a landslide'. The soldiers rushed into Enkedri's cavalry after running for about a hundred meters. The Jurchen cavalrymen showed no mercy to these slaves. As soon as they saw them blocking their way, they raised their swords and slashed at them. The officials and traitors were covered in blood and looked miserable. This made the situation even more chaotic, and they ran around in all directions.
Gao Hongzhong was also pushed to the front of the Jurchen cavalrymen. When he saw that the Jianzhou Lord was so angry that he raised his sword, he could only wave his hand and yell, "Don't slash, don't slash! Masters, don't slash! These slaves are on our side!"
Seeing that the battle had turned into a mess, the frenzied Jurchen cavalrymen no longer cared about their own people. They chopped off several hundred heads in one go, venting the painful lesson they had suffered at the hands of the Han cavalrymen on these officials and traitors.
On the other side, after Han Shi's troops had completed their mission, they saw that it was getting late. Mangurtai's main force could appear at any time, so they swaggered away from the battlefield and returned to Shanhai Pass.
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