"Ma, the Tartars have learned it smart!"

Hu Shouliang looked at the Korqin cavalry who were still maintaining their formation and charging in the explosion of the flower bullet, and said with a depressed look on his face.

Indeed, the Tartars learned to be smart.

In the past few months, the Qing army has been studying how to restrain the Ming army. Not only has it been known to use human bombs to deal with Yang Feng, but it has also been carried out for special training for flowering bullets, blocking the ears of war horses, using a small amount of gunpowder to create explosion spots on the ground to allow the war horses to adapt to the flames, and wearing thin leather armor on the horses to resist the burning of aluminum powder. These improvements have been completed long ago. As a rare person in the Korqin tribe, Wu Keshan made a living by relying on his brain, and with such a special identity, he certainly would not not know these things. Even if Dorgon didn't tell him, his younger brother Manzhu Xili would not tell him, but the latter had tasted the taste in Jidong.

But in this way, the effect of the flowering bullet can almost be said to have dropped sharply.

After all, this thing is not a modern artillery shell. Even the overall cast cannonballs can only be dozens of shrapnel at most. Just the rate of fire per minute is just a matter of what the charger cavalry is.

"What do you care about him, you're really good at it!"

Yang Feng said excitedly.

He hasn't had a good time for several months, and now he can't wait.

"Come on my weapons!"

He stretched out his hand behind him and said.

Two Jinyiwei immediately carried a special giant Mo sword. The handle of the object was about one meter long, and the blade was extremely exaggerated. It was called a Mo sword, but it was actually a double-edged sword with a width of about six centimeters. Although it was forged with modern steel, it was still one and a half centimeters in order to ensure the strength. The blade, which lasted countless times in the past month, was polished by craftsmen like a mirror, and it flowed in the sun with a water-like luster, like a four-meter-long spike, which made people's scalp numb.

This was forced out by Emperor Yang by those four people.

In fact, he didn't like this thing. He liked the two irons full of evil and beautiful beauty. The shoddy hook claws tear the human body, making him deeply obsessed with it like poison.

But this...

This requires technology.

Even if the three-meter-long blade is tempered for many times, it may still be broken if used improperly. Tieo has no technology when used. Just smash it if it is swung open and smash it casually. But Tieo is too short and its attack range is too small, but this can push his attack circle to at least four meters away. Although four meters are still not far away, it can provide him with a minimum buffer. As for forty meters...

That one can also rotate.

But his war horse can't carry it!

"Sons, kill the Tartars!"

Emperor Yang picked up this crazy weapon, held it in both hands like a silver flag, and roared with a diagonal finger forward.

Five thousand Iron Cavalry immediately moved forward.

All the cavalry controlled the horses to run in small steps, and then their speed continued to increase, and soon became a horse galloping. They still took their emperor as the core in the most classic way. Behind the emperor were the Iron Cavalry of the Jinyiwei, and behind the Jinyiwei were the Guanning Cavalry with Wu Sangui's family slaves as the core. Five thousand troops formed a spectacular triangular formation on the empty grassland and fiercely collided with the Korqin Cavalry in front.

On the high ground behind them, two field guns and twelve mortars continued to pour shells towards the opposite Korchin cavalry at a speed of less than a minute.

The explosion of the flowering bomb and the collision of the solid bomb were also accelerating. Behind them were their relatives. The Ming army had already destroyed the Kezuo Front Banner. If the hungry wolf could not be stopped, the next one would become a sea of ​​fire would be their home. At this time, all the Korqin cavalry did not retreat at all. On the back of the galloping horses, they were shielded with one hand and spear with one hand. They were brave enough to close the distance with the Ming army at a speed of more than twenty meters per second.

"Kill, God of Eternal Life, the Buddha is above, kill that dog emperor!"

Bertahar roared.

Wearing heavy armor, he rushed towards the dog emperor with his spear in his hands. In a blink of an eye, the two were less than forty meters apart. He suddenly pulled the reins and separated from the cavalry on the right side almost at the same time. Two warriors with gunpowder bags behind them rushed out instantly, and with the burning fire of the fuse, they collided with Yang Feng at the fastest speed they could achieve. But at the same time, twenty-four Jinyiwei on the back of the horse running behind Yang Feng, and at the same time, the latest bandit guns were lifted and pulled the trigger.

The dense gunshots suddenly rang out.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Two earth-shaking loud noises.

The explosion of fire exploded thirty meters away from Yang Feng. The power of the explosion of 40 kilograms of inferior black gunpowder suddenly came to him. The air waves mixed with countless sand and dust rushed the big black horse almost stood up. This power almost knocked over Biertahar, who had been hiding more than 20 meters away. The respective vanguards of the two armies inevitably showed some chaos, and more than a dozen people were even blown to the ground among the Korqin cavalry separated on both sides.

"But that's it!"

Yang Feng, who regained control of the war horses, sneered.

His four-meter-long sword was not really used to block human bullets, it was used to create a barrier of width enough to protect the twenty-four musketeers and archers behind him.

This is what is used to deal with people.

The next moment, he rushed through the residual smoke from the explosion and directly hit the Korqin people.

The first person to be hit was Biertahar. Just as the prince was raising his spear forward, Yang Feng raised the giant sword in his hand high, carrying a silver afterimage, and slashing like lightning with the whistling sound of breaking through the air at high speed.

In the arc-shaped silver light, Biertahar, who was charging, shook his body, and then strangely staggered up and down. The white war horse carried his body without his head and half of his right shoulder, but his head and half of his right shoulder, suddenly fell into the dust. At the same time, the silver light passed through the body of the cavalry beside him. The cavalry instantly split into two from his waist and fell together with the head of the horse being cut off. But the silver light was still moving forward, falling on the third cavalry's war horse with a bloody color. The two front legs of the war horse immediately separated from his body, and with the power of running wildly, fell to the ground. The cavalry on the horse's back was thrown out and fell heavily.

The big black horse jumped over the corpse of the war horse without a head in front. Yang Feng's body twisted slightly on its back, and the giant Mo knife raised high again. Just as the horse's hooves fell, it slanted down at an extremely small angle with a roar of breaking through the air.

A silver arc suddenly passed by.

The bodies of the four Korchin cavalry in front separated instantly.

"The white horse ten feet northwest has no weapons."

Liang Cheng yelled behind Yang Feng.

At the same time, he pulled the strong bow in his hand and aimed at the mentioned target and shot sharp arrows. Around him, the twenty-four archers under the protection of Yang Feng and other Jinyiwei, aimed at the same target at the fastest speed to shoot sharp arrows. A man holding a fire note was about to light the fuse and instantly turned into a hedgehog, falling with endless regrets, and then a series of horse hooves stepped over him, and the gunpowder pack wrapped around him was immediately shattered in the dust.

Yang Feng doesn't care about these things.

At this time, he had turned into a human-shaped cutting machine.

The giant Modao combined with his huge power is simply a nightmare for the enemy.

In ancient times, the Modao could not cut things a few times. Two meters long and more than ten kilograms of weight. Every high-speed swing is a huge test for the human body's muscles. The weight, air resistance, and overcoming inertia when it stops, all of which consumes energy quickly. But the problem is that he doesn't care about this. Even if his Modao is thickened and lengthened, its weight is only equivalent to a piece of iron. For him, who is used to chopping people with a huge axe of 800 kilograms, this weight is just a toy, and he even thinks it is too light.

But his enemies are different.

The blade weighing more than a hundred pounds and hitting them at high speed with huge power, or the axe blade, the blade with a thickness of a small axe, was easily cut off the chain mail, the cotton mail, their bodies, and even their war horses.

Both men and horses are broken.

This is not an exaggerated description by literati in history books, but a bloody fact on the battlefield. All Yang Feng's unfair swordsmanship were cut off.

Their bodies, cut off limbs, and split war horses continued to spread out within the radius reaching his unfamiliar sword as Yang Feng continued to move forward. The flowing blood and the falling internal organs set off his figure as if they were above the demon gods. The sharp squeal of the blade breaking through the air was like the howling of an evil ghost, and the silver arc that cut through the air was even more like a non-human demon.

The Korqin people collapsed.

They are not fighting with people, their enemies are demons.

Or gods.

But no matter what it is, this is not something they can resist. The only thing they can think of at this time is to escape. The farther away the better. The entire battlefield is centered on the front that Yang Feng attacked. The formation of the Korqin people collapsed backwards like quicksand, and then the collapsed range spread to both sides. Soon the entire formation completely collapsed, and all the Korqin people fled desperately.

However, it is not easy for them to escape.

Yang Feng was just the sharp edge of the Ming army. Behind him was a huge long-range triangle with a spear and heavy armor. Behind him were five thousand cavalrymen carrying spears, wearing heavy armor, and charging at a speed of forty kilometers per hour on the horse's back.

They followed their emperor and their god of war, and rushed forward frantically, knocking all the enemies that blocked them over, knocking them down under the horse, and trampling them into flesh mud with heavy horse hooves. This is the most terrifying attack force in the age of cold weapons, and the most unstoppable force on the classical battlefield. They rushed forward like mountain torrents pouring down the mountains with majestic momentum, swallowing the green grassland, leaving behind a blood-red hell.

Then it became the eternal nightmare of the Korqin people.
Chapter completed!