The wall-type cavalry turned around and reorganized the lineup for a long time, and Deng Ming did not intend to let the cavalry chase themselves. The number of opponents was too large, and even if they were cut off the defeated soldiers, they could slash their hands. Turning back, the Ming army shouted again and rushed towards the Burmese army that had been washed away once. The three walls did not rush into the enemy group head-on, but flew neatly through the edge of their flanks.

The cavalry wall swept across a horizontal area. Any Burmese soldiers who had no time to run out of this range could only fall to the ground and curl up, hoping that they would not be stepped on by the Ming army's war horses. The Burmese soldiers who were hiding behind each other, and they couldn't care about so much at the critical moment, and they all hoped that their companions could be their shields.

Although Fangya Jian, who had just gotten up, received help from several personal guards, when he ran to the edge of the Ming army's impact range, the edge of the cavalry wall also swept behind him. Countless Burmese soldiers used their strength to squeeze forward, trying to avoid the bright sabers. Fangya Jian was also among them, with a crowded crowd in front and countless pairs of pushing hands behind them, and often a great force surged out of a certain direction without warning. The people who were trapped in it seemed to be in a whirlpool, and they were involuntarily being rolled around by the rampage of people.

Amid the panic shouts, one or two angry shouts could be heard from time to time. They were the very few officers with special courage, and they tried to call the soldiers around them to resist.

"There are not many bandits..."

It is not that no one wants to respond to the call of these brave officers, but the bravest soldiers cannot push away the abortion and gather around the officers who made the call. Each soldier can only be trapped in the crowd and drifted freely. Several soldiers used all their strength and squeezed to the place where the shouts were with some luck, the officers who had just called for resistance were gone without a trace, and they did not know where the abortion was taken.

Deng Ming and his cavalry stopped again. This time the sweep was relatively large. Although they maintained the momentum of advancing together, they also left a little room for the knights to move. If they encountered an enemy who was trying to resist, although the momentum was still the same, the larger interval would reduce the charge power of some wall-type cavalry. However, the situation is different now. The Ming army chose to attack those defeated enemies, and Deng Ming planned to drive them to those enemies that had not yet had chaos.

When he turned his horse's head to revive his formation, Deng Ming was satisfied that the Burmese soldiers who were attacked twice became more chaotic, and their hasty escape caused chaos in the Burmese army adjacent to them.

"We circled around them in a small circle," Deng Ming said to his companions at the fastest speed. Some Burmese soldiers were running around the positions of their friendly and neighboring troops. The repeated battles made Deng Ming know very clearly that these defeated soldiers would naturally flee far away from the Ming army. If they were allowed to escape from the battlefield, they would certainly not cause more trouble to the Ming army, but they would not add chaos to the enemy who remained on the battlefield: "Forcing them into a group."

"clear."

"Affect the order."

When the Ming army launched the charge again, Fangya Jian was still struggling in the crowd of people who fell. There were three or four layers of people on the ground, and it was not easy to stand up from the ground, because the people next to you also wanted to hold your head up, and there were living people who were constantly struggling at the bottom. They desperately wanted to push away their companions pressed on their backs.

He couldn't step on the solid ground with one foot. The human body with different angles would stretch out a hand to grab his boots. He needed Baiyajian to kick it away with force. There were not many guards left beside him. With their help, Baiyajian finally got deep and shallow to return to his upright state. Suddenly, they heard another terrifying cry from their ears. Through the dense heads in front of them, Baiyajian saw smoke and dust rising in front of him, as if the Ming army's cavalry rushed over again.

The crowd in front of them suddenly retreated together, and a huge force surged over, pushing all the people in front of Baiya Jian to the rear. Many people who had just fallen struggled to stand up from their companions, and were pushed back by the people who bumped into the front. Countless people were overthrown and fell back on these people.

The reaction of Baiya Jian and his personal guards was quick, and they quickly took two steps back, then turned around and ran. It was obvious that the Ming army changed the direction of the assault. Baiya Jian judged that the range of the Ming army swept this time was in the southeast of theirs, so it was safe to run back. If they didn't avoid it quickly, they would not use the Ming army's sabre and their own people would also trample them to death.

As soon as they ran out, the people on the side suddenly turned back. They stopped running northwest but turned southwest. Baiyajian and the guards around them didn't know that the Ming army had turned, but knew that no one could stop the torrent of hundreds of people. If they didn't follow the turn, they would be trampled to death. Not far away, the sound of horse hooves sounded from the side. At first, the Burmese soldiers running in front of Baiyajian bumped back and pushed everyone back.

Not long after he ran southeast again, the Ming army had already captured their right hand position. This time, the three walls did not slash and slaughter, but instead circled the defeated soldiers for most of the time to prevent these defeated enemies from leaving the battlefield. After this rotation, the Burmese soldiers who had collapsed earlier squeezed into their left wing's friendly troops from three directions, and the defeated Burmese army doubled, rising from more than three thousand to six thousand.

"Okay, turn around, let's go around again." Deng Ming immediately stopped after finding that he had surpassed the front defeated soldiers. He had no intention of attacking the enemy troops that had not yet fallen into chaos, especially when he saw some elephants standing among them. These elephants were originally hiding behind to avoid being stimulated by the smoke and muskets. After the Burmese army was defeated, some elephants came up to fight with the Ming army, but before they could meet the Ming army, they were blocked by their own defeated soldiers.

The Ming army soon completed another turn and rushed to the edge of the defeated soldiers again. It was much safer to drive out these defeated soldiers than to assault the enemy formation on the front. Although the Burmese musketeers performed quite unbearable just now, they might have some elites with high fighting spirit. Besides, Deng Ming did not have time to feint the attack for more than a dozen rounds to consume the opponent's physical strength and morale.

The Baiya Jian, surrounded by the crowd, had no idea what was going on. He and his personal guards could only blindly follow the trend. Anyone who wanted to go upstream would be ruthlessly stepped into the mud and turned into stepping stones for others.

Although they were spinning around, the defeated soldiers were constantly being driven to the east, and the chaos was getting bigger and bigger, spreading to the entire army. When tens of thousands of people began to push and crowd, no one could reverse the situation.

"The Grand Marshal is here, the Grand Marshal is here!" The guards of Fangya Jian saw an elephant appearing in front of him, and the defeated soldiers were rushing through the elephant. Several guards shouted at the riders on the elephant at the top of their lungs. Many of the people who can act as elephant soldiers of the Burmese king are children of nobles, at least the children of officers in the military households.

Fortunately, the rider on the elephant actually heard their shouts. Qinemon protected Baiyajian and squeezed to the side of the elephant who was approaching. Under the command of the rider, the elephant put down its long nose and supported Baiyajian on the back of the elephant.

"Master, you can find you." The rider said anxiously and gladly. The dozens of elephants were ordered to come and search for the missing commander and fight with the Ming army's cavalry, but there were defeated soldiers everywhere. The elephants were blocked by their own people. They could not find the flat-yad Jian, nor could they stop the Ming army's cavalry running around the Burmese army. Long before the elephants found a way out, the Ming army's cavalry had long been unable to find it.

Flat-teethed Jian sat on the back of the elephant for a while, and finally drove away most of the drowsy feeling in his head. He looked around and saw that the entire right wing was in chaos at this time. In this vast ocean of crowds, dozens of elephants were like isolated islands.

"The thieves are driving us to the riverside." Bian Yajian finally saw the situation clearly. Under the intentional drive of the Ming army, the Myanmar army had been pushed to the shore of the west bank of Lijiang. The situation of defeat was beyond control, and even the isolated island formed by these elephants could not be called absolutely safe. Just now, an elephant was squeezed down by the surging crowd, and its heavy body suppressed countless Burmese soldiers.

"Click my people up." Baiyajian pointed to the guards beside the elephant. These loyal officers and guards were looking at themselves with their heads raised. They had long been thrown away where their helmets were gone. The faces of several people were all blue and purple. The elephant must not be able to sit on the back of the elephant. Baiyajian pointed to the elephants not far away, and ordered without thinking: "Let them come over immediately and put all my people on."

Under the strict order of Fangya Jian, the riders of several nearby elephants left all their concerns and broke through the crowd. After picking up Fangya Jian's people, they gathered around his mount.

“Get out of here.”

Bianya Jian then issued a new order. Just now, these elephant soldiers were ordered to stop the Ming cavalry, and they became the pillars of the Burmese army. Since they could not catch up with the Ming army, they would stay still. As the Burmese soldiers were constantly driven eastward, their position in the army gradually changed from the inner circle to the outer periphery, and Bianya Jian was saved.

But Baiya Jian didn't think this was a good idea. The elephant soldiers who were blocked by their soldiers could not move at all. The Ming cavalry ran by their neighbors unscrupulously. When the distance was closer, the Ming army would probably throw spears at these elephant targets - there was no need to worry about weapons, and the equipment dropped by Myanmar soldiers everywhere.
Chapter completed!