"Do you have a feeling?" When Deng Ming's turn to rest in the back row, he smiled at the officers and cavalry around him and said, "We are desperately performing on the stage, and there are enthusiastic audiences around him."

More than one hundred Ming army cavalry were located in front of tens of thousands of troops, just like an old soloist on the stage, surrounded by black spectators. The Burmese army's muskets were similar to the cheers of fans. With every hard performance by the Ming army, they would make a big comedy.

"The Left Governor said it well." The cavalry burst into laughter. Even though they had experienced many battles and were surrounded by enemies a hundred times as nervous as they were around them. Compared to rushing forward directly, the repeated feint attacks on powerful enemies tested the warriors' nerves even more. After Deng Ming made this joke, he felt a little relaxed.

"If we turn a few other somersaults, the Burmese people should be tired of it?" Zhang Yigan also laughed heartily. For him, an old soldier, nothing is more meaningful than seeing the tradition of the army pass on. Zhang Yigan's comrades have stayed in Chengdu as instructors. A group of new three-wall knights have begun to be trained, put on the same battle robes as Zhang Yigan and others, and fought with the same hatred and hatred against the enemy, facing each other side of the guy who dared to slander their military flags as mahjong plaques.

In a few years, Zhang Yigan and the other older generations will also go to the military academy to teach, and pass on their experience to young people - Emperor Taizong of Tang Dynasty's Xuanjia Cavalry is an exception, and no one knows what the guards of other emperors are called. Even the guards of the three founding emperors of the Han, Song and Ming Dynasty are called, even the knowledgeable commander of the Sichuan Army cannot answer this question at all. But the older generation of knights of the Three Walls know that the names of their troops will be remembered, and it is not Xuan. The abbreviation of the Arctic Cavalry is a name and surname, and their military flags will be inherited by future generations. The Left Governor even mentioned that the names of all the people who participated in this army will be recorded and kept in the army's war history archives - establishing historical archives for an army. It makes people excited to think about it. In the past, this was just a special treatment for the Jinshi. Zhang Yigan seemed to have heard that after the palace examination every three years, the court would use a stone tablet to record the names and hometowns of those who have won fame.

The Ming army carried out several more runs back and the sound of the Burmese soldiers on the opposite side fell again. No matter how their officers urged them, the Burmese soldiers could not guarantee the loading efficiency just now. Many people also made mistakes in the loading procedures when they were extremely nervous, such as first stuffing bullets into the barrel before starting to fill in medicine, which caused the musket to be unable to be activated normally.

"It seems that the audience is tired of watching it, and we can no longer hear the shouts of good news." This time Deng Ming led the team to a hundred meters away from the Burmese army before turning back. He did not order the second row to launch a feint attack, but began to arrange a real assault mission: "They need to look at the real kung fu, rather than pretending to be flirting."

"knew!"

The Ming army officers and soldiers shouted:

"It will definitely make the Burmese return satisfied!"

During the feint attack just now, the Burmese firepower seemed to be worse than at the beginning. The Ming soldiers were already tired of this kind of back-and-running run and were unwilling to continue to consume the physical strength of the mount. In the recent feint attacks, many Ming soldiers even started shouting with pretentious shouts.

"Routed in double rows, everyone charged!"

After giving the order, Deng Ming returned to the center of the front row again. When the speaker rang, all the Ming troops began to speed up with all their might.

Yu Yan was still flashing with muzzles on the opposite side, and the Burmese soldiers were still firing at the Ming army, but their shooting was powerless. Deng Ming's mount took him to a position a hundred meters away from the Burmese soldiers in a blink of an eye. He put down the saber leaning on his shoulder and pointed it straight at the enemy.

Almost at the same time, all the Ming cavalry in the front row put down their sabers and shouted loudly. In the next breath, they would intersect with the Burmese sword.

"There is not much gunpowder..." When the Ming army rushed over this time, the officers and guards of Baiya Jian were able to watch the Ming army charge with discoloration. The original fear on their faces was gradually replaced by worry. At this time, a Burmese officer was watching the Ming army's attack again, and said worriedly - the gunpowder will be exhausted soon. How can we force these fierce enemy cavalry to retreat? On the left of Baiya Jian, the sound of muskets in the direction of the Central Army could no longer be heard, which is likely to indicate that the Central Army had completely stopped resisting.

He was running around. If he didn't find a good way to block the repeated charges of the Ming army in the front, what should he do after the Ming cavalry on the side came? This Burmese officer had the idea that he would first send the elephant to the left to block the Ming cavalry that had defeated the central army, and then take advantage of the fact that the musketeers could still suppress the enemy in the front, and let the main force retreat and pull out the distance - when the musketeers were exhausted, they would send some elephants to the top, which would at most cost some musketeers who had no time to withdraw.

...

"Do you also have the courage to pull out a dagger to fight?" Deng Ming looked at the Burmese musket soldier who was facing him seriously. The other party seemed to have completed the loading, and had drawn out the strips used to compact the ammunition from the gun chamber, and was spreading powder to the ignition pool. Based on Deng Ming's understanding of the loading procedures of the musket, after confirming that the ignition pool is safe, the next step is to hang the fuse on the bolt, then lay the muzzle flat, aim forward and then shoot.

There are still about two or three seconds left for the Burmese soldiers. A skilled musketman should have time to complete these last few steps. He fired a shot in Deng Ming's eyebrows when he waved his saber to his head. No matter whether he hit the target or not, there will definitely be no time to load it. According to the tradition of musketmen in western Sichuan, they will pull out their daggers to defend themselves - this time a habit that made Deng Ming hate the pain. He believed that at this time, the musketmen should undoubtedly seek the protection of the armored soldiers in the back row.

Zhang Yiqian, who was also in the front row, also faced this Myanmar musket soldier who had basically completed the loading. When the Ming army's cavalry wall rushed over, the Burmese soldier was already hanging a convex on the snatch plane.

"Maybe it's too late." Zhang Yiqian hesitated whether to speed up further. Because he wanted to maintain his formation, the Ming army did not increase the speed of the horse as fast as possible, but instead paid attention not to distance himself too much from his companions on both sides.

When the Burmese soldiers hung the fuse and began to lay it flat and aimed forward, Zhang Yiqian couldn't help but accelerate and rushed over to fight for a time difference - although it was not the fastest, the horse's speed is quite high now. Even if Zhang Yiqian accelerated further, he might not be able to kill before the opponent put the gun in a flat position, but the chance would be slightly greater - the worst luck cavalry was to fight in front of the moment the muzzle soldiers had just put the gun in a flat position.

However, the repeated training over the past year and countless queue training made Zhang Yigan unable to make up his mind to accelerate as soon as possible. In the blink of an eye, Zhang Yigan had no chance to accelerate. The other party had already raised the fire-loading musket that had been loaded and prepared to draw fire. Before the next blink, the Burmese soldiers could make the barrel parallel to the ground and then fire at Zhang Yigan - the target was so close that it was not necessary to aim, and it was impossible to miss it.

Bang!

A smoke of gunfire rose and sprayed towards the sky. Before putting down the barrel, the enemy Zhang Yigan was staring at unknowingly pulled the trigger. The enemy soldier's movements were like sleepwalking. After pulling the trigger, he continued to lay the gun flat until he pointed it at Zhang Yigan. He maintained this posture for a full second, and then pulled the trigger in vain. He threw down the musket like he woke up from a dream, turned around and squeezed into the military formation behind him.

At this time, opposite Deng Ming, he saw the enemy soldier who was about to load and suddenly was stunned. His fingers with the fuse rope were placed motionless on the bolt. Then he suddenly threw the half-loaded musket into the sky, exposing his back and head to Deng Ming.

"He didn't even throw the musket into my face..." Deng Ming's thought flashed through his mind, but even so, he was still hit by the musket thrown by the opponent. The musket that fell from mid-air almost hit Deng Ming's helmet. He tilted his head slightly, and the musket hit his shoulder armor and rolled to the ground.

Beside Baiya Jian, the military officer who was worried that the gunpowder was about to be exhausted was halfway through his words, then he opened his mouth wide and stopped making a sound, and he vomited his tongue outside and forgot to take it back.

The entire row of Ming cavalry rushed over from the faint smoke and white mist, like a city wall hitting at full speed. Seeing that the airtight Ming cavalry wall had already pounced in front of him, all the musketeers who were loading stopped moving; some of the musketeers who had loaded dropped their weapons without saying a word and retreated, and almost all the remaining guns were fired, and then they retreated together.

The three and four rows of soldiers in front turned around neatly when they saw the Ming cavalry rushing in front of them, as if there were a group of invisible invisible people who were whispering in the ears of these soldiers and giving orders to them at the same time.

"careful!"

The Burmese soldiers who turned around hurriedly pushed each other. I don’t know how many people were tripped by their companions at this moment, fell to the ground and pressed against that companion, and then tripped over more fully armed comrades and were pressed heavily to the ground by them.

A quick-eyed officer rushed to Baiya Jian, holding the commander and rolled under a chariot beside the flagpole. After lying down, Baiya Jian felt a splash of dizzy, as if he had not stopped rolling. At this time, a whistling sounded above his head, and two Ming knights jumped over the chariot above his head one after another.

After a while, Fangya Jian came to his senses and pushed the officer who sacrificed himself to protect him. He found that the man's exposed thigh was trampled and he fainted.

Baiyajian struggled to sit up from under the car. His flagpole had fallen to the ground, with painful moans and panic crying everywhere. There were much more people trampled to death by the Myanmar soldiers who were hiding and injured than by the Ming army.

"They are here again!"

Fangya Jian heard a shrill scream. A Burmese soldier pointed at the Ming army's fence in the distance. They had already turned around and started to accelerate in this direction again.
Chapter completed!