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Chapter 1609 Cavalry vs. Plunder
Suhe, who led the Mongol cavalry of the Niru behind him, was a Niru Zhangjing of the Mongol Bordered White Banner, just like Chaolu. He was originally Chaolu's rear guard, mainly responsible for supporting Chaolu in front or assisting Chaolu in encircling and intercepting the enemy.

The incident happened suddenly. Although Suhe knew that Chaolu had encountered enemies ahead, he did not expect that such a situation would occur—the enemy had bypassed Chaolu's Niru and directly attacked him.

With only a hundred paces or so between them, there was no way to avoid it. There was no time to make any further adjustments or changes. They could only grit their teeth and charge forward, hoping that there might still be a chance to win.

"Kill! Kill the dogs of light!"

Suhe rallied his troops with a fierce roar, leading the charge towards the oncoming Ming cavalry formation.

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"Pistols, discard them after use; long spears, kill the slaves!" Hu Dayou shouted the order.

At the same time, four close guards spurred their horses and sped ahead of Hu Dayou, protecting their lord behind them.

Although he was extremely unwilling, Hu Dayou had no time to dwell on these trivial matters. He roared, "Those barbarian dogs have insulted my wife and daughters, slaughtered my father and brothers! Today is the day to avenge this blood feud! Kill them... kill the barbarians!"

"Bang bang bang..."

As they were speaking, a series of sharp, cracking sounds from muskets rang out, somewhat chaotic yet still quite impressive.

Unlike the firing of a long gun, the two sides were still some distance apart. Although there were also continuous explosions, they were not as deafening as they were at such close range. The scale of the explosions was completely different.

“Kill…kill the Tartars…kill the Ming dogs…kill…ah…bang…smack…ah…”

Roars, shouts of battle, and screams mingled together, interspersed with the neighing and howling of warhorses. Occasionally, the crisp sound of a pistol would ring out. If one were not on the verge of life and death, it would truly be a unique symphony!

As screams rang out and sprays of blood gushed forth, the entire battlefield instantly became incredibly bloody. If an ordinary person who had never seen such a scene were to arrive suddenly, they would likely be choked by the stench of blood and vomit, or even faint on the spot...

With a crisp "bang".

One of the guards fired his pistol just in time, killing a Mongol soldier on the spot and saving Hu Dayou from the soldier's axe.

Hu Dayou didn't even have time to say thank you, or even glance at him or greet him. He thrust his lance forward with great force, and a large, clear hole immediately appeared in the neck of a Mongol Tartar...

With a loud bang, the Mongol Tartar could no longer hold onto his spiked club, which fell to the ground on the spot. His eyes were wide open, as if they were about to bulge out of their sockets, as if he wanted to see clearly who had killed him.

Hu Dayou didn't give the enemy a chance to see him clearly. He swept his arms to the left, severing half of the Mongol Tartar's neck. The Tartar's large head drooped helplessly to the right, and his massive body fell to the right side of his warhorse.

Just then, a massive Mongol cavalryman charged in from the left. A quick glance at his armor and clothing revealed that he was no ordinary Mongol.

Hu Dayou immediately perked up, roared "You dog Tartar, die!" and swung his lance with all his might, aiming straight down at the Tartar's neck.

The newcomer was none other than Suhe, a military officer from the Bordered White Banner of the Mongols. He had also noticed that Hu Dayou seemed to be the leader of this group of Ming soldiers, which was why he had crossed over, intending to stage a "capture the leader first" scheme. Suhe's plan was brilliant, but he was wrong, and he would never have the chance to think of such a wonderful thing again!

Suhe raised his mace horizontally with both hands, trying to block the lance that was coming down, but he never expected that Hu Dayou's strike would be as powerful as Mount Tai pressing down on him, unstoppable...

With a "crack," Su He was startled and could only manage to cry out "No..." before the lance struck him on the neck, slashing down from top to bottom and from left to right.

Bright red blood spurted out, staining Su He's entire lower body and the pure white warhorse beneath him, and even spraying Hu Dayou's entire body and face with a bright red stain.

At this moment, Hu Dayou couldn't care less about anything else. He couldn't even free his hands to wipe his face. He could only stick out his tongue and lick around his mouth. A strong smell of blood rushed into his lungs, completely arousing his bloodlust.

"Kill! Charge forward! Break through the formation!" Hu Dayou roared fiercely.

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Although the Mongol cavalry of the Bordered White Banner were also very capable, whether in archery, mounted combat, or even in their ferocity and bravery, they were no less than the Jurchen Tartars of the Jurchens. However, in their head-on confrontation with the heavy cavalry of the Vermilion Bird Camp, they still could not gain any advantage.

Even with the same number of 300 soldiers, the defeat was utter and decisive.

In just over fifteen minutes, Hu Dayou's three hundred heavy cavalry defeated Suhe's one Niru Mongol cavalry, and even directly cut through them.

Moreover, the fact that Suhe, the Niru Zhangjing of the Mongol Bordered White Banner, was killed in a single exchange dealt a severe blow to the morale of the Mongol cavalry of that Niru.

Slaying a general on the battlefield—that's a rare and great achievement!

In stark contrast to the low morale of the Mongol Tartars, Hu Dayou's 300 Vermilion Bird Camp heavy cavalry were in high spirits and full of fighting spirit.

After breaking through the Mongol cavalry formation, they rode forward another eighty or ninety paces before slowly stopping. Without even a moment to rest, they immediately turned their horses around and faced the Mongol cavalry they had just fought once more.

Only now did Hu Dayou have a moment to observe the results of the battle...

Of the original three hundred Mongol soldiers, fewer than two hundred were still mounted on their warhorses. Some of them were still riding, but their bodies were swaying from side to side, indicating that they must have suffered serious injuries.

In just one charge, nearly half of the enemy were killed. Hu Dayou was very satisfied with the performance of his heavy cavalry.

He then quickly glanced at his own cavalry formation. Although he couldn't see it very clearly, he roughly estimated that the casualties would not exceed fifty men. Hu Dayou's lips curled into a smile, a rare sight on his face.

In fact, what Hu Dayou failed to see was that there were more than ten people behind the cavalry formation. They were obviously injured, and almost all of them were lying on their horses, which is why Hu Dayou failed to see them.

"Brothers, press on while the enemy is winning! We will not let a single Tartar soldier escape!" Hu Dayou raised his lance high and roared.

The bright red spear blades were particularly dazzling under the sunlight—that was the unique honor of the brave soldiers!