When Tong Yangxing saw the fiery red Ming army flag rushing out of the horizon and saw a powerful general of the Ming Dynasty rushing towards his artillery position, he knew that his artillery was over.

Originally, the cannon shotgun was the best weapon to deal with cavalry, but after the bombing of Jizhou just now, his cannon had overheated. If it was loaded, it would be suicide. The artillery with the least lack of individual combat capabilities, facing the cavalry coming, would be massacred one-sidedly.

Faced with such a situation, Tong Yangxing decisively grabbed a war horse, flew onto a horse, and fled directly to Liu Beizhai. He judged that this was definitely Zhao Xing from Zunhua, and he took this opportunity to annihilate him and rescue the Badu Mongolian soldiers who had already abandoned the war horses.

He Renlong took the lead and directly entered Jiannu's Tartar artillery position.

The artillery soldiers who had no commander kneeled down and surrendered without hesitation, most of them were still wearing Ming army uniforms.

He Renlong ordered with bloody eyes and loudly: "If you do not accept surrender, they are traitors of our Han people, and they will be killed."

Facing the surrendered artillery and soldiers, they saw that they surrendered, and they were mostly wearing Ming army costumes, and their hearts became weak. But He Renlong's words were right. Although they were Han people and Ming army, they had already surrendered to Jiannu. They had already attacked the Han people within five days, so they were the slave accomplices of Jiannu, and they were traitors. The most hateful thing in the world is traitors, killing, and killing no one left.

There was a sound of shouting and killing soaring into the sky. No one pity these traitors, and no one hesitated for a moment. They harvested the heads of the traitors kneeling on the ground without hesitation.

Zhao Xing did not stop them because, like all the soldiers, he believed that traitors and public intellectuals must be killed and that allowing them to survive in this world is a crime against his own nation.

Two thousand traitors were almost unarmed. In front of a thousand powerful cavalry armed by Zhao Xing, they were even worse than a skinny dog. In a blink of an eye, they were all killed.

Looking at the two hundred cannons, He Renlong hesitated.

"Fry with explosives, don't leave any left."

"But sir, these are all powerful tools. They are all cast by our Ming Dynasty with great effort. And those bronze cannons have melted, but they are all money." He Renlong jumped anxiously, and he was in pain.

Zhao Xing yelled anxiously: "The artillery is bulky and we can't take it away at all. If we stay, we will eventually be taken away by Jiannu and become a weapon to deal with us. Don't talk nonsense, blow up, and you will be blown up if you don't have a single one."

Although He Renlong was reluctant to leave, he also knew that his team would become a guerrilla team in the future and would be driven away by the powerful Jiannu and run around the world, and he could not take away these extremely precious cannons. The enemy's follow-up will definitely arrive in a blink of an eye, and Jizhou City will definitely not be opened.

The order was made immediately: "Put a pack of explosives on each muzzle, blow up the cannon, ignite all the gunpowder, and do not leave it at all."

With the order, soldiers jumped off their war horses, stuffed real explosive packs into the muzzle, and stuffed buckets of gunpowder under the cannon to ignite them.

With the earth-shaking explosions, the siege weapons collected by two hundred Jiannu had worked hard to turn into piles of scrap copper and iron. In history, with this seizure, the Tong Yangxing artillery formed by Huang Taiji seemed to be unable to achieve it.

He Renlong finished his work here, and without hesitation, he led his army to attack the Mongols who had no war horses under the city and joined Wang Jinzhong's feast of massacre of the enemy.

At the beginning of the battle, according to the prior plan, Wang Jinzhong immediately took a thousand general from the Herenlong Brigade assigned to him to command, and led 3,500 cavalrymen to raid the Mongol horses. There were three hundred Niulu defenders there.

When they saw the Ming army rushing over, although they were 300 to 3,000, they did not retreat and fear, but instead had the excitement of having a cavalry battle.

He howled and launched a counter-charge, hoping to annihilate the Ming army in one battle.

Wang Jinzhong's long-handled machete was held high like a flag, charging with his soldiers, and then roaring with one or two pieces of the first enemy in front of him.

As the sword flew, he became the arrow of the team. When the brothers behind him saw the main general charge himself, they fought bravely to the forefront, and immediately collided with the enemy on the opposite side. The enemy came with one sword, but did not resist. He took his own sword and fought for his life. One life for another. If it was this kind of ruthlessness, all they wanted was to quickly annihilate the enemy.

This is Zhao Xing's order before the war. He will do whatever it takes to annihilate the Tartars who are watching the horses at the fastest speed, and will never allow the Tartars on the battlefield to get the opportunity to ride on the horses.

There were generals who were not afraid of death, and of course there were no soldiers who were afraid of death. What’s more important is that the three-eyed muskets in their hands were not yet waiting for the enemy’s scimitar to reach them, and the dense leads of lead were knocked off their war horses. When the enemy’s scimitar came, they also served the best protection when the enemy’s scimitar came over. They were definitely not comparable to the old sheepskin coat of the opposite enemy. The Tartars wanted to annihilate the Ming army, but they were disappointed. They wanted to exchange their lives for the Ming army, but they were desperate. After a charge, three hundred Tartars were left behind the corpses of one hundred and twenty Ming army soldiers, and Wang Jinzhong seized six thousand war horses.

Zhao Xing led the main force of 3,600 soldiers to rush towards the Tartar army that was hiking and preparing to attack the city.

Six hundred cavalry were in front, and when they just launched the charge, they squeezed Zhao Xing behind the team. Then, they became the first front line to charge against the enemy. The three-eyed muskets annihilated the first batch of Tartars that had not yet come to their senses. After the muskets, the crossbow arrows of the crossbow knocked another group of Tartars to the ground. They pulled out the embroidered sabre and carried out a ruthless massacre on the Tartars, who had no war horses, which was equivalent to the height of a teenager in the Han people.

The soldiers of the border soldiers who followed closely behind were excited to see this refreshing massacre. They followed the most elite cavalry in the world and chopped the Tartars who were screaming and running on the ground.

Zhao Xing, who was originally preparing to command and dispatch, only then did he understand one thing: why the real cavalry charges, the generals took the lead in rushing and never commanded the army again.

The shouts of thousands of horses and the shouts of tens of thousands of soldiers have long been deafening. The slogans of military orders and gongs and drums have been completely submerged. As for the flag slogans, when life and death are at stake, a glance at the flag slogan is equivalent to losing one's own life.

Therefore, in such a war, the coach either acts cool and charges to kill the enemy himself. Or he is like this, being a spectator and waiting for the final outcome.

They were all powerful, but no matter how powerful the infantry was, they were small and powerless in front of the cavalry. After he strongly killed the first war horse that rushed to him, the overwhelming iron cavalry knocked him down in a blink of an eye, and then stepped into a pile of meat mud that could not recognize who it was.

The battle ended in this asymmetry. Zhao Xing's horse did not stop, but rushed towards Jizhou City, galloping around the moat and shouting: "Don't be greedy for the spoils outside the city. The enemy's cavalry brigade will arrive in a blink of an eye, defend the city, and defend the city to the death. Two ladies, I'll leave--"

When Cuiyan pulled Xiufen, who was staggering, and wanted to take a look at her husband, outside Jizhou City, there were only the corpses of enemies left. Their husband, with his army, had disappeared under the horizon.
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