Countless Mongolian cavalry, like a tide, came over the opposite bank and rushed to the ice. Although there were countless horses slipping and falling on the ice, they did not stop the torrent-like army.

The Mongolians, with blood-red eyes and greedy expressions, held their scimitar high and roared, rushed towards the enemy opposite.

Zhao Xing only has 600 cavalry, but this is also the most well-equipped soldier in the world.

Facing the surging enemies, they did not panic, nor retreat timidly, but stood firmly on this side of the strait and raised their flintlock rifles.

"Shoot the horses first, and shoot the enemy's war horses." Zhao Xing issued a calm order.

He did not care about the bridge bombing. He firmly believed that his 100 guards would definitely complete their tasks. He firmly believed that the five hundred bridge guards knew their responsibilities.

Now, his mission is to lead the six hundred cavalry to block the enemy's first wave of charges and buy time for subsequent reinforcements.

He firmly believed that he had reinforcements.

With a command, the musket of the Six Hundred Ti Cavalry was raised, and Zhao Xing also raised his musket.

The enemy is getting closer, closer, closer.

The flintlock rifle neatly shot out the projectiles. The whistling projectiles accurately hit the chest of the enemy's war horse.

A group of enemies fell down. It was not the enemy but the war horses that fell down.

The fallen war horses finally played a little bit of hindering, which made the Mongolian charge soldiers appear.

But the Mongols were still rushing forward.

Another projectile flew out, another war horse fell down, once again becoming an obstacle to the enemy's charge.

One after another, the bullets accurately hit the head of the impacted horse and put batches of war horses on the ice.

As the number of dead horses in battle continued to increase, the fiercely charged enemies were finally blocked by these dead horses and brothers struggling on the ice.

Zhao Xing yelled: "Shoot the enemy soldiers."

The ultimate goal of winning is to ultimately give the enemy a killing, shock the enemy's courage, and make the enemy feel fear.

Then, the six hundred cavalry raised their guns and knocked down the Mongolians riding on the war horses one by one.

There is no need to aim at the enemy, dense, slow-charging enemy, as long as you fire a shot, you will definitely be able to reap the life of an enemy.

The Mongolian stormtroopers were suppressed by these 600 musketeers.

I don’t know who was in the end, but I became timid, turned my horse’s head and escaped from the sea of ​​death.

And all the Mongolians followed, as if they heard the order, retreated back like the wind.

Huang Taiji, standing on the embankment, looked coldly at the other side. The guy wearing heavy armor learned from Daju behind him that his identity - the commander of the Ming Jinyiwei - Zhao Xing.

At the Mongolian who had retreated like a tide, his eyes still did not leave Zhao Xing, and he waved his hand gently: "Kill all the retreating cowards."

With his order, the warriors of the Juzhen Huangqi immediately pulled out their waist knives and rushed forward, like chopping melons and vegetables, chopping down the Mongolians who were timidly retreating.

Some of the Mongols only beg and avoid such massacres, but no one resisted.

The Mongolian governor quickly ran to Huang Taiji and begged: "It's not that the warriors are not brave, but that the enemy's aura is too sharp, which makes us suffer heavy casualties. Wait a moment, and wait until the cannons behind us come up. With the support of artillery fire, we will continue to charge until we board Pi Island."

Huang Taiji was still staring at Zhao Xing opposite him. The distance between two miles could almost see the eyebrows and eyes of the opposite side.

It was a young and resolute face, with edges and corners as sharp as a knife, which made people feel the strength of his will.

"Now there are only 600 people opposite them, and you have 20,000 people. 20,000 people can't even overcome this short ice surface of the strait. Are you still called a Warrior?"

These two Mongolian commanders felt ashamed: "Khan, although this strait is only two miles away, the ice and snow roads are slippery, and the war horses cannot run at all. The enemy also specifically asked us to shoot the war horses in front, which hindered the charge of the war horses behind."

"Enough, I don't want to hear any of your explanations. In the middle of the war, the real warriors should move forward. Our big gold is an iron rule. Before giving the order to retreat, anyone who dares to retreat will be killed without mercy." Then he said coldly: "This time, I have recorded your two heads. Now you will organize your troops and charge again. Be sure to rush to the other side when their reinforcements have not arrived. Otherwise, you will come and see you."

At this time, a general begged in a low voice: "Let our Shenji Camp go to the ground. As long as we give the other party a killing or suppression, we can win."

Huang Taiji tilted his head to the credibility beside him, and with a gunshot, the generals didn't believe it. He looked at his chest and then slowly fell down.

"Our Shenji Camp is to be used at the most critical moment. If you have hope, you will lose your determination to die." Huang Taiji said lightly to the Mongolian governor standing under him.

"Don't be lucky. If 20,000 Mongolian warriors cannot defeat 600 enemies on the other side, what's the point of living?"

Then he turned around and roared at Zhenghuang Banner behind him: "Transfer my order, all the soldiers of Zhenghuang Banner will take a step forward and become the supervisory team to supervise the charge of the Mongolian warriors."

"Zhe." With a mighty and magnificent roar, all the Zhenghuang Banners took a step forward to fight horses, and the boundless murderous aura immediately filled the entire shore.

The Mongolians were at the beach, circling horses and circling at a loss under the sharp sword of the Jurchen Eight Banners.

The surviving commander ran to his team and shouted loudly: "We have no way out. We have no way out. We will rush over, a sea of ​​gold and silver; when we retreat, we will die. Warriors, take out the might of our Golden Family sweeping the world and rush over." With his shouting, the personal soldiers around him raised their arms and shouted, the Warriors of the Golden Family, take out the spirit of their ancestors sweeping across Europe, take down this Treasure Island, and rush."

Such encouragement inspires the Mongols' iron blood and the glory of their ancestors, and seems to have returned to them again. After they rectified slightly, they launched another charge.

The Mongols, like a torrent, spread a wide front and rushed to the other side like a tide.
Chapter completed!