The left wing of the Ming army.

The three thousand Ming cavalry stood in formation, and all the soldiers held their spears tightly in their hands, controlling the restless war horses under their crotch and stared silently ahead. In a valley less than two miles wide in front of them, the torrent of the flooded valley of the Qing cavalry seemed to be endless.

"Are you scared?"

Yang Feng looked at him and said loudly.

"With Your Majesty here, I will not be afraid of anyone!"

Liang Cheng and others took a deep breath and said.

"Are you ready to charge with me?"

Yang Feng asked in a louder voice.

"See Your Majesty to the death!"

Then countless soldiers shouted!

"It's great, but we don't have to do this today. We must believe in science. Today I will take you to see a good show, send orders, shrink the formation, and the infantry will come forward to prepare to meet the enemy, send an order to Tang Yu, pull our mortar forward, and set up the cannon behind the infantry!"

Yang Feng said.

He suddenly remembered the battle of Zhaomodo against Galdan. Since there was something better than Kang Mazi at that time, why did he have to attack the cavalry? The three thousand cavalry under his command were not strong. The heavy cavalry that was truly suitable for the formation was actually 500 Jinyiwei. The rest were all messy cards, which could not be compared with the elites of the Eight Banners Manchus. Even if he could defeat Abatai with his bonus, the losses would definitely not be small.

So why do you have to do such a stupid thing?

Why not play more beautifully?

With his order issued, Cao Youyi's 10,000 infantrymen from the rear quickly stepped forward, and the moving city wall composed of side vans stretched across the right side of his cavalry, forming a standard formation with two ends reaching the Xiaoling River and the Nuer River respectively, and the left and right steps were ready for formation.

At the same time, Tang Yu, who received the emperor's order, quickly transferred ten mortars, that is, those mortars. Yang Feng called them mortars. In fact, the function was no different from mortars. The total number of small things installed on four-wheelers was very convenient to move. Soon the ten mortars quickly arrived at the left-wing battlefield and were set up behind the infantry's array, with ten black holes pointing to the sky.

And then the Qing army also arrived.

Nearly ten thousand cavalry looked boundless in the green wilderness. Even the earth was trembling as the horses galloped. All the barbarian cavalry on the horses were carrying their spears and hitting them with an unstoppable momentum.

Then……

"fire!"

Yang Feng said calmly.

On the rear position of the infantry, ten mortars suddenly roared, and ten shells flew over the infantry's heads with high throwing ballistics, and then smashed among the charge cavalry with a harsh roar.

In the torrent of running war horses, dazzling fireworks exploded. The war horses hit by shrapnel fell down like they stepped into a pit, throwing the cavalry on their backs directly off the horse and stepping into meat paste. The terrifying sound made more war horses neigh in horror, and even war horses began to try to turn around. The cavalry that originally charged like a rainbow on the horse had to do their best to appease their war horses, so a small-scale chaos inevitably occurred.

But this is not the most terrifying thing.

The most terrifying thing is the scattered Mars. These seemingly dazzling things are also the most vicious weapons. They fall like raindrops on the cotton armor and their war horses of the Qing cavalry around them. The high temperature of aluminum powder burning thousands of degrees still burns the bodies of the war horses like a branding iron. The war horses in the severe pain have no rationality. The war horses hit by the rain of fire all cried in pain. Regardless of the control of the owner on the horse's back, they turned around and tried to escape. Then they collided with the war horses that could not dodge in the running wildly behind, continuing to spread the chaotic range.

Then trampled on each other and appeared.

"Continue the shelling!"

Yang Feng said with satisfaction amid the shocked screams of his soldiers.

It is obvious that during the Battle of Zhaomodo, even Galdan's Camel City could be bombarded by Dai Zi's General Weiyuan cannon with the primary flowering bullet. There is no reason why he could not even bombard the Qing cavalry with so many mortars and incendiary bombs.

Behind the infantry formation, the gunners cleared the barrel chamber as quickly as possible, loaded the launching medicine, stuffed the shells loaded with wood-pipe fuses, and then quickly completed the second round of launch. Ten more shells hit the Qing army. The chaos of the latter quickly began to spread, and the momentum of indomitable charge disappeared. At this time, more and more Qing cavalry were like Senggelinqin from Bali Bridge, and had to do their best to entangle with their panicked war horses, and even carefully avoided their companions' headless flies. The fierce shouts and killing sounds turned into chaotic curses.

Those who were not affected by chaos were still running towards the Ming army, trying to break through the latter's defense line as many times in the past.

But this is not easy.

The maximum range of those mortars can reach four miles, and they can basically shoot a round in a faster speed of one minute. Although they are not accurate, fortunately, their targets are everywhere and the shells will definitely not fall. The Qing cavalry will take at least six or seven minutes to rush through these four miles, which means they will have to be hit by six or seventy shells, which is indeed not many.

However, their war horses were not specially trained to endure the sound of shell explosions.

In fact, when the fourth round of artillery shells exploded among the Qing cavalry, less than half of the Qing army were still able to charge towards the Ming army.

This is different from Yang Feng's super gunpowder bag. That thing can only explode one place, but this one blooms everywhere. That thing can only create local chaos, but this one can create comprehensive chaos. The Qing army war horses that have never been exposed to such things have been burning with the huge explosions that keep splashing on themselves, and even shrapnel hit them in horror, hitting, and even trampling on each other. Before they could kill a Ming army, countless Qing army fell under the war horses of their companions, and even turned into fragmented rotten meat under the iron hoofs of their own war horses.

"Calm down, keep the formation!"

Abatae yelled in vain in chaos.

Suddenly, a whistling sounded above his head, and then a shell hit him in front of him. The thing bounced directly on the ground with the Mars that were spraying outwards. Before he could react, the air less than ten feet high turned into a dazzling firework. Two cavalrymen screamed and flew backwards in the firelight, and the Mars fell like raindrops. The four unlucky cavalrymen and war horses immediately burst out of their bodies and war horses. The burned war horses ran wildly in chaos. One of them was colliding with the war horses under Abatai.

The already frightened war horse immediately neighed and stood up.

Damn, you are so damn!

Abatai, who was almost dumped, roared angrily.

Fortunately, at this time, a scene that made him happy finally appeared. Although he could no longer maintain his formation, a large part of the cavalry still rushed to the range of bows and arrows. Then these cavalry began to shoot arrows at the Ming army infantry. Of course, the bird guns in the hands of the infantry were also shooting, and the chaotic battle between the two sides immediately began.

At this time, the cavalry on the left wing of the Ming army's infantry still did not launch an attack.

Of course Abatai wouldn't know, it was just because Yang Feng thought his subordinates were not messy enough.

At the same time, the cannons behind the Ming army's infantry were still firing, and the flowering bullets were still exploded in the Qing army, and chaos was still spreading. Abatai was not giving up at this time. He immediately issued an assault order to the cavalry rushing to the Ming army's formation. The cavalry with spears and shields immediately began to crash into the Ming army's checheng. However, Cao Youyi and his ten thousand infantry were still stubbornly blocking, and after the wooden boards of the side vans, a round of wheel bullets and sharp arrows were continuously fired out. The spearman's spear was also stabbing forward, and the real bloody battle was unfolding on this line of defense.

But Yang Feng was still waiting.

He was waiting for the Qing army to fall into complete chaos.

Fortunately, he didn't wait too long. When the 20th round of shells fell in the Qing army, the army with fierce momentum had become a joke. Even the Ming cavalry watching the battle were happily pointing fingers and appreciating their chaos. The attack was finally here.

Looking at Abatai, who was unable to move forward and back by the chaotic war horse, His Majesty the Emperor suddenly raised the iron in his right hand and pointed forward.

"kill!"

He roared angrily.

The black horse under the crotch neighed, then took a step forward. The five hundred Jinyiwei cavalry behind also activated the war horses, and then there were 2,500 cavalry behind. The torrent of the cavalry first jogged and then accelerated, and soon became a galloping horse. With Yang Feng as the sharp edge, an elongated triangle formation gradually formed. In Abatai's terrified gaze, it crashed into a chaotic Qing cavalry like a bamboo shoot.

The pair of iron pills in Yang Feng's hand, which once again turned into a fierce claw of beasts, kept tearing up all the enemies in front of him as the galloping of the war horses under his crotch. Behind him, the five hundred Jinyiwei and two thousand five hundred cavalrymen followed their emperor, and kept pulling each Qing cavalry down with the spear in his hand. This elongated triangular formation was like a sharp long sword, with an unstoppable momentum, and constantly pierced forward in the middle of the Qing army, constantly tearing one by one, the Qing army's corpse, which was torn apart, was pulled down by the spear, and was trampled under the running horse's hooves, leaving behind a blood red spreading outward.

The latter, who were bombarded by the flower bomb, could not organize effective resistance at this time. Although their number was still large, a cavalry with no formation was completely a group of lambs to be slaughtered in front of a cavalry that formed a formation, not to mention that this cavalry that formed a formation had an unstoppable vanguard.
Chapter completed!