Although the passage between the hills is not very wide, the cavalry on both sides are loosely impacting formations. When both sides hedge at full speed, the horses instinctively find gaps to pass by themselves. The riders undulate and bump on the horse's back, and pass by the oncoming enemy in just a blink of an eye. Sometimes they intersect weapons, and sometimes weapons only draw a trajectory in the air. Therefore, sometimes they still have no choice in the hedging dozens of formations.

This kind of horse battle requires all-round requirements for rider equestrians. It not only requires the ability to avoid the enemy and hit the opponent in a flash, but also requires the rider to be able to master the horse speed, quickly increase the speed to the highest before encountering, and immediately lower it down to save horsepower. If you waste horsepower, when the mount is exhausted and unable to run, it will naturally be a dead end.

At present, it is not a big problem for Deng Ming to cut down enemies that were still in place or not in time to start when moving at high speed. This technique is not very difficult, and he has basically been trained after his trip to Yunnan. During the first charge today, Deng Ming hit three unexpected enemies in a row. However, in the subsequent hedge, although more than a dozen enemies would pass through the attack range every time, Deng Ming did not get any results. Because Deng Ming could not accurately predict the next second of the mount, and there were dancing weapons in all directions, which made Deng Ming dodge most of the time, and the use of weapons simply relies on instinct and conditioned reflex. Once he missed almost back-to-back with an enemy, but both of them were paying attention to the other side, and neither of them attacked the enemy that was close to him.

However, the Qing cavalry on the opposite side was not nomadic cavalry that grew up on the grasslands since childhood. Although they joined the army for more than Deng Ming, they did not leave their horseback in a year and had experienced dozens of battles of all sizes. The level of the three wall soldiers was similar. Even the three wall soldiers were not as good as that of the cavalry of the Eight Banners of Mongolia. Now that they were older, they had a little regression; and the newly joined riders experienced a battle formation that was not as good as Deng Mingdu. If it weren't for the high morale of the Ming army and the Qing army's standard guards were unable to concentrate on responding to the battle, the Ming army would definitely be at a disadvantage in the hedge.

"Our army has just begun to launch a counterattack. The later the Qing army understands what happened, the greater the results our army can achieve, and fewer officers and soldiers will die." Deng Ming thought quickly. The combat effectiveness of the armored cavalry of the Sichuan-Shaanxi Governor Biao Battalion is far greater than that of the Qing local cavalry encountered in Huguang and Jiangxi. If the victory or defeat is unpredictable. Since the Ming army infantry appeared on the other side of the battlefield, Deng Ming saw that the armored cavalry of the Biao Battalion no longer focused on his attention to the Ming cavalry on his side. Many armored cavalry were looking around, and even the leading officers looked at the Ming infantry who were driving over.

"The morale of the Qing soldiers has fallen. I am afraid that they will no longer stop after this hedging, but will run away without looking back."

Exiting the Qing army from the battlefield is a victory for the Ming cavalry. The wounded Qing soldiers who landed on the horse and the uncontrolled war horses will be the spoils of the Ming army. The Ming cavalry can still pursue and catch up with some barracks guards with insufficient horsepower. However, such victory is far from enough. After seeing the Qing cavalry on the opposite side start to complete the team again, Deng Ming knew that there was not much time left for him. He waved the horse sword vigorously and turned around and shouted to the knights behind him: "Do you know the serial horses?"

"Know!"

Many people shouted, and even those who didn't make a sound nodded.

"Okay!" Deng Ming quickly pointed at his wings with his sword: "We both stood beside me, imagining a chain connecting our mounts together."

The guards and the veterans of the three walls stepped forward without hesitation. They had always been in the front row, and now many people stand side by side with Deng Ming.

"It's too loose!" Seeing that the guards kept a gap for maneuvering as always, Deng Ming turned around and shouted to the cavalry who were left behind: "Make up the space, don't leave a gap."

Many cavalry looked at each other, and some people had guessed Deng Ming's intention, and Deng Ming continued to explain: "Our formation must be so dense that the stirrups touch each other."

Deng Mingxin calculated the number of people and added an additional order: "The whole person is in double rows, the guards and the third brother are in the first row with me, and the rest are in the second row." Deng Ming shouted with great fighting spirit: "No one of them can pass!"

"Don't even think about going there!" Infected by Deng Ming's emotions, a veteran with three walls also yelled, no longer hesitating, but clamping his horse's belly, filling the gap between Deng Ming and his right guard. After arriving at Deng Ming, the veteran hesitated for a moment and whispered to Deng Ming: "Did the admiral come to the back to the overall situation of the general control?"

"Do you look down on Admiral so much?" Deng Ming asked in a low voice with a smile: "I heard that the King of Breaking the Chuang was always the first."

"Where is this?" The veteran of the three walls said immediately: "The tens of thousands of troops are facing each other, and the King of Rebellion still needs to command behind the formation."

"Oh," Deng Ming shook his head immediately after hearing this: "I am not the King of Chuang, I am in the first row."

More and more veterans from the camp were filled up from the back row, and finally formed a tight row. When everyone joined the front row, they would shout: "No one of them could get through!"

Riding is a skill that is difficult to master, but as the rider continues to train, the chance of surviving on the battlefield will become higher and higher. If you can have a mount you are familiar with, it will be even more powerful. A rider who has been fighting for many years may kill more than a dozen or even dozens of inexperienced novices in hedging battles without any injury. The disadvantage of a chain horse is that the cavalry locked together by iron chains has no chance to show their skills, and can only rush straight towards victory or destruction. What determines the life and death of the rider is no longer horsemanship, but combat skills but will.

The formations of the Ming cavalry now do not have iron chains to lock the crowd, but the effect is similar. The formations are so tight that the riders can't stand against each other. If a horse spear pierces the opposite side, they can only watch it pierce into their chests and cannot dodge. The tight horse formation spread from the passage between the valleys to the foot of the hills on both sides. After seeing the strange horse formations of the Ming army, the Biaoying guards on the opposite side were also stunned.

"Going together, no one should surpass me, and don't fall behind me." Deng Ming shouted this order several times with the greatest strength, and then gently instigated the war horse to move forward slowly: "Let no one of them think about passing!"

The guards and the veterans of the Three Walls both looked at Deng Ming pointing the sword in front and slowly advanced at the same speed. As veterans of the Three Walls, Zhang Yiqian did not like this combat mode. If they lined up in such a close formation, then the victory, loss, life and death would be completely left to fate. Even if the opponent was a new rider who had been in battle for the first time, as long as they were just in front of Zhang Yiqian, the chances of the two of them killing each other were basically the same.

Because of this resistance in his heart, Zhang Yigan did not join the front row, but hesitated for a long time, hoping that Deng Ming would realize that his tactics were a great waste of the veterans on the three walls and could not give full play to the greatest advantage of the elite rider.

But seeing one old guy after another reaching the front row, Zhang Yigan could not continue to stay behind. When he lined up in the array, he complained quietly. The old companions on both sides agreed with Zhang Yigan's dissatisfaction. However, the two companions pointed out that Deng Ming was in the center of the dense array and was also tightly stuck by the guards on both sides.

"Going in unison!" The sound of horse hooves could not completely suppress Deng Ming's voice. Zhang Yigan looked at him. Deng Ming did not break ahead or fall behind. If a nail gun was standing in front of Deng Ming, he would have nowhere to avoid it. Since he was moving side by side, the guards around him could not do it even if they wanted to replace him.

"Going together." The horse speed increased a little more, and this time many cavalrymen spontaneously shouted out with Deng Ming.

The horse speed was still increasing, and Zhang Yigan felt a sense of wind. He stopped looking at the center. He knew that the admiral was still shoulder to shoulder with the soldiers in the front line.

"Leave it to fate." Zhang Yigan thought to himself, and he also shouted with his companions: "Go forward in unison."

...

When they saw the Ming cavalry on the opposite side slowly accelerating in dense formations, all the officers and soldiers of the Biao Battalion were stunned.

"Is this using cavalry as infantry?" The first thought of General Qian of Biaoying was that the other party's commander did not know the soldiers at all, and he did not understand the valuable value of cavalry.

A cavalry practices equestrians, go through one battle after another, and watch their companions die on the battlefield, and then gradually become mature. Hedge war is the most intense and cruel battle a rider can encounter. The rider must look at all directions and listen to all directions. With his skills and luck, he avoids unpredictable weapons and accurately swings a fatal blow in one breath. After knocking down his opponent in a hedge war and surviving, it is the most proud time for a cavalry. Every time at this time, the Qiang General of the Biaoying will feel proud from the bottom of his heart.

The Ming army on the opposite side did not speed up. They had already run over a quarter of the distance between the two armies, but they were just jogging. Under normal circumstances, they were about to enter the sprint stage so that they could reach the highest horse speed at the center line of the two armies. However, the Qing army was completely stunned and did not care about acceleration.

Mr. Biaoying Qian seemed at a loss and at a loss. The opponent rushed over in such a dense formation. It was impossible for someone on his side to pass through such a formation. No matter whether he could kill the enemy on the other side, he was already dead. If he increased the horse speed to hedge the fastest, he would inevitably collide with the enemy's cavalry, and neither the enemy nor the us could dodge.

"We are cavalry, not infantry, and we cannot confront each other in dense formations. This is suicide." At this moment, the guards of Biaoying almost wanted to shout loudly at the cavalry commander of the Ming army. No matter how the Qing army reacted, no matter whether they formed dense formations like the Ming army, as long as they hedge, they would collide violently.

"Going together!" Deng Ming shouted again. As the horse speed got faster and faster, he was afraid that the front line would break, allowing the Qing army to rush through the gap and leave the battlefield.

Almost the entire first row of Ming cavalry made the same roar at the same time. They tried hard to control their mounts and scanned their companions on their left and right with their light to ensure that they did not exceed too much or were more than half a horse.

Seeing the enemy soldiers getting closer and closer, as if they had no stance to avoid them, Zhang Yigan had no time to look at the surrounding situation. While roaring, he stretched out his spear with all his strength to the front of the horse - both of them were his companions, and except for the front, the weapons no longer needed to point to anywhere else - all the Ming cavalrymen were in the same position, each arching from the horse's back, trying to stretch their arms, and protruding forward with swords, guns, swords and halberds.

The Qing army in the distance was getting closer and closer, and still had no stance to avoid him. Zhang Yigan estimated the direction and felt that the enemy in front would probably bump into him. The other party was holding a long nail gun in his hand. As long as the enemy stretched out the spear in place, Zhang Yigan would hit him head-on and kill him on the sharp spear.

"I'm not a coward." The companions on both sides had no intention of slowing down at all. Zhang Yigan thought so in his heart. While roaring louder, he kept kicking the horse's belly so that he would not fall behind.

"I'll close my eyes when the time comes." Zhang Yigan, who had made up his mind to hit him, instantly had a series of thoughts: "No matter how I am, this dog Tartar is dead... Maybe I can still save my life." The Ming army had already run across the center line, but the speed was only increased to about two-thirds of the normal maximum speed: "No! I want to keep my eyes open, I want to see with my own eyes how the Tartar's gun hit me."

"Going together!" Zhang Yigan shouted with his companions, staring at the enemy soldier directly opposite him. The other party was holding a spear on the spot. Zhang Yigan finally estimated the length of the opponent's weapon and felt that it was similar to his own spear. It was hard to say who stabbed him first. However, there would be no big difference. In the situation where he could not avoid it, the cavalry holding a spear could not stop the enemy soldier holding a dagger from dying with him in his last breath.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Zhang Yigan let out a final roar.

Almost all the Ming cavalry roared and continued to increase their speed. Admiral Deng rushed with him. None of his companions slowed down. If he slowed down first at this time, would he still be a human being in the future?

The entire row of Ming troops was pressing towards each other like a wall, and all their weapons extended from the front of the horse, like a row of sharp wolf teeth. They would undoubtedly die if they were hit. Several front row guards had their faces as if they were gray, turned their horses' heads back to avoid them.

"Crazy, crazy." More guards of the Biao Battalion murmured. Now all the Biao Battalion armored cavalry are very clear. The opponent's commander does know nothing about cavalry tactics.

"Kill!" Zhang Yi's eyes were red, and he stared at the enemy soldier who was bound to take his life, as well as the long nail gun in his hand. At this time, there was nothing else in his eyes.

"I want to keep my eyes open!" Zhang Yigan made up his mind, with his eyes wide open, and his horse speed had already reached the highest level, but he was still kicking the mounts constantly.

At this moment, Zhang Yigan suddenly saw the nail gun on the opposite side tilting toward the ground and no longer aimed at him directly.

"Why..." Before Zhang Yigan could understand, the cavalryman facing him had already thrown down his nail gun, held the reins in his hands, turned his horse's head at a rapid speed, and increased his horse's speed with all his strength, trying to escape from the wall that hit him.

...

The enemy soldiers in front turned around and escaped, causing Deng Ming's nerves that had been tense to the extreme to suddenly relax. At the last moment of the sprint, his mind was blank, and there was no more tactics or skills. Although Deng Ming was a staunch atheist, there was only one thing left to do a moment ago, that is, pray to all the gods and Buddhas, and mechanically continued to urge the mount to rush forward.

The enemy, who was originally standing against each other with a sharp blade, suddenly turned his head and exposed his back. Deng Ming's frozen gaze could finally move and observe the enemy situation in front of him again.

Almost all the guards of the Biao battalion turned their horses and fled to the direction of the Ming army's infantry. At the last moment when the wall that was pressing over quickly hit, the Ming army's overwhelming momentum woke up the last few Biao battalion cavalry who could not avoid it from their dreams. Their first reaction was not to inject their strength into the weapons in their hands, and to exchange their lives for the Ming army's lives, but to make dying cry of despair.

The mounts of these Qing army reacted more quickly than their masters. When the riders lost control due to horror, the horses that were about to be hit spontaneously turned around and avoided the steep slopes and cliffs on both sides to avoid the hundreds of galloping horses rushing towards the full speed.

The guards of Biaoying rushed to escape, and hundreds of cavalry pulled out hundreds of meters of teams and rolled westward. Behind this long cavalry column, two rows of pursuing soldiers chased each other reluctantly.

Another right turn, Zhang Yiqian consciously slowed down a little bit, and the companions on the right slowed down more than him, while the companions on the left accelerated one after another. The queue swept across a small fan, and then resumed the unified speed again and continued to chase forward.

From time to time, the cavalry of the Qing army was caught by the Ming army. In a blink of an eye, the enemy would be stabbed by four or five weapons at the same time, and they would fall off their horses and be stepped by countless horse hooves. The enemy horses who lost their master continued to run forward and were driven forward by the Ming army's array. Several guards of the Biaobawang were caught up and blocked by the Ming army because they were hit and blocked by these later-born horses.

Zhang Yiqian saw that the cavalry in the Bian battalion in front had run away so much that helmet fell off. The opponent was strong and his limbs were strong, and coupled with the superb horsemanship he showed during his escape, Zhang Yiqian estimated that he must be a powerful opponent in the hedge battle. But now the enemy could only run away from time to time, and his eyes turned around and looked over were full of panic and fear. Every time the armored cavalry of the Bian battalion looked back, he could see the whole row of Ming troops following closely behind, and countless sharp weapons were shaking in their hands. This was definitely not something that one person could fight alone, and turning back to fight would definitely be a dead end.

Zhang Yiqian, who was chasing behind, looked at the escaped Biaoying Armored Cavalry, and looked at the dead. No matter how he moved, there were many weapons shaking behind him. Zhang Yiqian made a judgment that the Biaoying Guard could not escape the death of the finale. Perhaps he could dodge under the gun of a certain Ming army, but it was impossible for him to escape the swords and guns of a hundred Ming cavalry.

Advance with his companions from both sides, Zhang Yiqian suddenly felt completely different from the past.

In the past, when hedging wars, although everyone rushed together, the cavalry was always lonely on the battlefield. Every companion was struggling in front of the gates of hell, and no one had time to look at you. The same is true for Zhang Yiqian. Every time he passed by, he had no intention of observing other companions. He was accompanied by his only his horsemanship and combat skills. Hedging time and time again until one side was defeated. If Zhang Yiqian was unfortunately shot down and off the horse, no companions would find that he was no longer alive until the end of the battle. Take Zhang Yiqian himself as an example. He had several friends, and he suddenly died in the battlefield. Although Zhang Yiqian knew that his friends were decreasing in the fierce battle, he did not notice that anyone had disappeared. It was not until the end of the battle that he discovered that his friends were already lying on the battlefield.

But now, everyone is moving forward at the same speed, shouting the same slogans and holding weapons in the same posture. When enemy soldiers approach, they will stab each other with guns together. This feels completely different from the previous loneliness. Zhang Yigan feels that he is in a group and is integrated with the entire queue.

"Is this the feeling of an infantry?" Zhang Yigan suddenly had such an idea in his mind, but then he denied it: "No, this should be the feeling of a serial horse."

Seeing the Qing army's cavalry suddenly running towards his troops, Mu Tan was surprised and happy, and immediately ordered the entire army to respond.

The Ming army, who was advancing on the road between the valleys, stopped and walked to the front row with soldiers holding the rifle. In Huguang, Deng Ming and Li Laiheng divided 1,500 rifle guns, and before this battle, they were evenly distributed to five Ming troops, including Ren Tang.

One end of a 150 six-meter-long horse-rejecting rifle was placed on the ground, the soldier pressed it with his feet, and the other end was tilted upwards. In an instant, it seemed like a tree with metal branches and leaves grew on the avenue.

"Arrow, let it go!"

When the cavalry of the Biao camp fled to the horse-resisting position at the end of the road, the Ming army archers had occupied the hills on both sides and poured arrows on the enemy cavalry between the roads.

The panicked cavalry of the Biao Battalion rushed to Mu Tan's horse-holding position. They hurriedly tied the horses in front of the cold-lit spear tips, and looked at the surrounding hills in panic. Except for the insurmountable steep slopes, the figures of Ming army infantry were everywhere.

More armored cavalry escaped, and then there were mounts of the free saddles joining their team, squeezing the small open space into pieces.

Even this little living space is still being quickly compressed. The Ming cavalry who were chasing the armored cavalry of the Biao Battalion had arrived. They stopped not far away, but they still maintained the airtight formation just now.

"surrender!"

"surrender!"

Seeing the Ming army infantry coming up, the armored cavalry of the Biaoba camp who had no way to escape were thrown down their weapons one after another.

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"The captive said that Li Guoying's Bian camp divided into two groups, running along the river, and should be heading towards Zhao Qianhu. The group of people walking in the middle have been wiped out by us." Mu Tan's face was full of excitement.

The Ming cavalry defeated the armored cavalry in the middle of the road and lost all morale. As the elite governors of Sichuan and Shaanxi, they even started to disarm before the Ming army began to persuade them to surrender. Many officers even recruited Li Guoying's military deployment.

Deng Ming learned that, just as the Ming army hoped, he discovered that after the Ming army retreated in a fan shape, the Qing army also dispersed and pursued in full swing. In addition to the armored cavalry of the camp, Zhang Yong and Wang Jinbao also took their personal soldiers to the road along the river.

"That is to say, Zhao Qianhu is under great pressure." Deng Ming immediately made up his mind: "I will first go with three walls to reinforce Zhao Qianhu, which can be attacked on the back of the Qing army on the North Road. You lead the troops along the way. When Zhao Qianhu and I defeated Zhang Yong and the others, we will go back to the middle road to reinforce you."

"As for the order, admiral." Mu Tan said loudly. As for Zhou Kaihuang's actions, Deng Ming asked Mu Tan and Zhou Kaihuang to judge for their own sake. If there is pressure in the middle, they will fight back side by side. If it is extremely easy, they can reinforce the two wings depending on the situation.

The people chasing south were Wang Mingde and others. Like the enemies in the middle, they were all troops transferred by Li Guoying from Gansu and Shaanxi to Chongqing. Deng Ming knew that although they were large in number, their field capabilities were certainly not comparable to those of Wang Jinbao and Zhang Yong. Wang Jinbao, Zhang Yong and Zhao Liangdong were all offensive generals whom Hong Chengchou indicated to participate in the Southwest War. Any general who could be valued by Hong Chengchou would of course receive more attention from Deng Ming.

In addition to the reason for combat effectiveness, Deng Ming decided to attack the enemy on the North Road first, that is, Zhang Yong and Wang Jinbao were attacking along the Yangtze River. At present, the Ming army's navy has withdrawn from the battlefield and may be able to let go of the Guizhou people for a long time to return. If these Qing troops have an unfavorable battle, they may withdraw the camp with the assistance of the Qing army's navy. The Qing army attacking south is different. Even if they are given more reaction time, they will not have the opportunity to build a camp and hold it down and then escape through the ships on the Yangtze River.

Since this is the case, Deng Ming of course gave priority to attacking the Qing army on the northern route, which had a better chance of escaping. After giving the order, Deng Ming led the cavalry northward.

"When we meet Li Guoying's Bian Battalion Guard, we will have another serial horse." Deng Ming said to the cavalry around him.

"Okay!" Everyone responded in unison.

Deng Ming didn't know at this time that the expedient strategy he had just come up with a quick idea was the wall-style charge adopted by his past and modern cavalry. What tied modern cavalry together was not the commander's personal charm or iron chain, but the military discipline that was more indestructible than the iron chain of a chain of a chain of a chain of horses. Any cavalry that was less brave than the modern army was vulnerable to the wall-style charge, and when encountering a braver enemy, modern army could also die with the enemy cavalry.

As Napoleon said, a Mamluk can defeat three French cavalry, but a hundred French cavalry can defeat one thousand Mamluks. After the emergence of modern cavalry, although nomadic cavalry still won far in personal equestrianism, they could no longer defeat the cavalry troops of the farming nation, and they did not even have the courage to fight. And the only modern infantry who could block the wall-style charge of modern cavalry that was ready to die was modern infantry with the same steel will.
Chapter completed!