., Spring returns to the Ming Dynasty

Pang Village.

“Where did this come from?”

Ma Chengxun looked at the army forming formation on the west bank in shock.

This group of huge armies without even a unified military uniform and a variety of armor. Most of them did not even have armor, and they were arrayed north of Yinshan. Their formation was no different from the Red Turban Army. However, because they had a larger number of people, they directly formed a four-sided formation composed of four brigade-level formations.

But they don't have artillery...

Of course, the Ma family army did not.

They were cavalry raiding, so of course they could not carry artillery.

"Liangxiang Militia Brigade!"

Wang Zheng beside him said as he looked at the banner with a telescope.

"militia?"

Ma Chengxun couldn't help laughing.

The elites of the Ma family under his command also laughed.

"Go up, solve them first, otherwise it will be a problem to keep them!"

He said.

Now he has actually completed the raid, and his cavalry has succeeded in exiting the Mishikou. His cavalry can move at will in the western part of Beijing, and there is no river restriction in this season. The Lugou River has completely become a narrow ice surface in an empty river beach. But the problem is that he is still coming out later, and this four-sided formation is just stuck in the middle of each route, whether from Sanjiadian to Moshikou, from Tanzhe Temple to Mayu Ferry, from Tanzhe Temple to Pangcun Ferry, and even from Jietai Temple to Lugou Bridge...

All routes are within the range of these guys infantry short-range assaults.

They only got ten miles from the entrance of the millstone.

But it is actually not a big threat.

After all, a group of light infantrymen, how about they even dare to assault the cavalry?

Even though they blocked the main road from Tanzhe Temple to Pangcun Ferry, the cavalry there could still go south from Jietai Temple to get out of the mountain.

But they are disgusting!

No matter which cavalry that comes out of the mountain, they have to be on guard against them.

If nothing unexpected happens, they do not have much threat to the cavalry, but if something unexpected happens, they are a fatal threat. The biggest problem in the defense circle of the capital is that they can strengthen the walls and clear the fields at any time, so if the city continues to attack, the Ma family army also needs logistics. However, their logistics are under the responsibility of Shanxi merchants, and the camel fleet of Shanxi merchants is responsible for carrying supplies for them. In fact, Li Wen and Ma Gui have been planning for this raid for two years.

Including the gentry in Shanxi and Shaanxi.

Countless military supplies were hoarded in Daizhou, and the camel caravan organized by the Shanxi and Shaanxi gentry was responsible for transporting them from Daizhou to Weizhou and then from the west road to Jingxi Road.

This avoids the fortresses in the southern part of the capital.

They also knew that it was not easy for these fortresses to be opened, so they simply bypassed them in this way and attacked the capital directly.

"General, the brothers are all in a state of trouble, and it's getting dark now, so why not wait until they'll be dealt with tomorrow."

A general next to Ma Chengxun said.

"It's okay, it's just a concerted effort. A group of militias dispersed as soon as they rushed. The commander behind was almost here. Even this militia could not be solved. The commander was furious and would be in trouble."

Ma Chengxun said.

He is Magui's nephew.

Since that's the case, there's nothing to say about the general.

But they were really exhausted. They set out from the dining hall, and they were basically just a couple with Du Wenhuan.

But the road from Tianjin Pass to Zhaitang turned east of Zhaitang, so when Du Wenhuan passed by, they had just set off. There were several kilometers of mountain roads on both sides, and Du Wenhuan did not notice them. They had actually run a hundred miles to Wang Pingkou. After running here, they had another eighty miles. They also experienced a short battle in the middle. Even if they were absolutely elite cavalry like Ma Jiadi, they could only grit their teeth to support them at this time.

Speaking of the battle between the elite Eight Banners of Shanhaiguan, it only raided 200 miles a day to Shanhaiguan.

There is no war among them yet.

But since there is a militia opposite, there is nothing to care about.

It dispersed as soon as it rushes.

Besides, cavalry of their level do not only have one horse, they all ride on horses, and war horses are only used for combat.

The elite servants of the Ma family re-arranged on the west bank of Lugou River with full confidence. They rode out the ice surface in the sunset, drank some water, ate some feed, and then began to attack the militia lined up in front...

"They're crazy?"

Du Wenhuan said in shock in the huge square formation of the militia.

Of course he knew very well what it meant to run here by cavalry. It would be really crazy to dare to attack the infantry formation at this time.

"If you simply dispel those strong men, there is no problem."

His hometown said.

After saying that, he looked at the array in front but the militia...

"But this is obviously not a strong man who is forced to pull him!"

He continued.

Indeed, the militia in front of them were obviously not strong men.

On both sides of the dense forest with spears, militias holding various firearms, even crossbows and bows, silently looked at the cavalry rushing in front of them. At the front of the spear forest, there were even a few people holding three-eyed guns. Because of the lack of standard firearms, the militias were the old arms of the Ming army in the past, but there were also many new ones. After all, the turtledove guns were not very expensive.

At least for the militia at this time, a turtledove gun worth a few taels of silver is really inexpensive.

It is impossible to buy one person one just because the output is limited, and they don’t use this level when hunting or something on weekdays.

They still have cannons!

Little Franchise, tiger squat cannons, all kinds of messy cannons.

After all, they are only 100 kilograms, just push a wheelbarrow. In short, these militia equipment levels can be regarded as the past official army.

There are chariots.

"Brothers, avenge the general!

Since the Grand Marshal is gone, the Emperor of the Zhu family doesn’t have to stay. We will follow the Grand Marshal’s teachings and be our own masters.

There are no emperors, no emperors, generals, and no sacred immortals and Buddhas. We have stood up and will not kneel down again in the future. Whoever dares to ruin our good days will cut off their dog heads, raise your spears, pick up your muskets, and turn the cannons at the enemy.

Fight to the end!"

Yu Xing, who took over the command of the militia brigade commander, shouted.

He was standing in front of the formation, leaning on a flag in his hand.

The news received by the Liangxiang militia had become the general who was bombed to death. The militia full of grief and anger were in a state of wanting to get angry. And more importantly, if the general really died, then whether they could save the current good life in the future depends on whether they could defeat the enemy.

After all, Huairou Bo's words make sense. After all, Yang Feng is dead, and the soldiers and civilians of Shuntian Prefecture have to think about it.

But he forgot that he had another choice.

Can't we do it on our own if there are more than one and a half million militiamen?

The good days that Yang Dashui led everyone to fight. Now the Great Marshui is gone, but such a powerful military group has emerged. Why can't we continue to fight for a good day by ourselves? We have to kneel at the feet of you emperors and nobles beg for your gifts?

We can use our hands to make a good life for ourselves, why should we continue to kneel in front of you waste, beg for alms?

"Bloody battle to the end!"

"Avenge the general!"

...

The militia roared.

The cavalry in front of them were getting closer, but no fire was opened here.

The same goes for those cannons.

Their weapons have limited lethality at long distances, and the militia are not able to load stably on the battlefield like the Beijing camp. Since this is the case, it is better to just wait and be fooled.

The elite servants of the Ma family began to accelerate. They held spears on the horse's back, avoiding the helpless infantry spear forest, and directly hitting the musketeers on both sides...

"Stay!"

Yu Xing shouted.

The cavalry began to sprint!

But it is difficult for war horses that are running 180 miles to run too fast at this time, and the sprint speed is not as fast as before.

"Stay!"

Yu Xing shouted again.

All the militia behind him stared at the bloodshot eyes, looking at the cavalry that was hitting, like a group of beasts preparing to rush out.

The distance is shorter than ten feet...

"put!"

Yu Xing shouted.
To be continued...