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In fact, Ji Zhonglun took aim at Meiser on the opposite side early on. When he galloped forward for the first time, he stabbed left and right with the tiger spear in his hand, and knocked down two Tartar armor cavalry one after another. Jia Lazhangjing is staggered.

This time, he came straight up to Messer. His body was also extremely strong and strong. Although he was less than thirty years old, he was also a veteran of many battles.

Ji Zhonglun and Maiser, one holding a tiger gun and the other waving a flag gun, also roared loudly and rushed to a place.

For a moment, Meiser saw black tassels floating on the helmet of the Ming army general opposite him, and he was dressed in excellent armor. Meiser knew that even if this Ming army was not the leader of this team, he was also a pioneer.

Based on the thought of capturing the thief first, he also set his sights on Ji Zhonglun early on.

Maiser yelled, and swung the flag gun in his hand to sweep across. With great force, the triangular flag under the tip of the gun fluttered in the wind. It looked really majestic, but it also slowed down.

Ji Zhonglun originally wanted to stab straight with the tiger spear, but when he saw this, he immediately changed to a slanted spear and swung Maiser's flag spear away.

After all, the tiger spear was much longer than the flag spear. When the two horses crossed, blood spattered, Ji Zhonglun's tiger spear stabbed forward again with the help of the two horses, and Meiser dodged slightly sideways.

Ji Zhonglun's tiger spear stabbed right next to his left arm, bringing out a cloud of blood mist, perhaps a large piece of flesh and blood on Meiser's left arm disappeared.

After the two horses staggered their stirrups, they did not run away. They spun the same circle and looked at each other again. Everyone's eyes were full of caution, turning a deaf ear to the shouts and fights around them, and they were only on the opposite side. opponent.

Meiser seemed to know that his flag spear was shorter than the general's tiger spear, and he didn't want to suffer this loss again. He still held the flag spear tightly with his left hand, but quietly lifted an iron whip in his right hand.

"kill……"

They shouted angrily at the same time, and once again confronted each other.

Meiser stabbed straight with the flag spear in his left hand. Ji Zhonglun had the previous experience. This time, he also used his tiger spear to swing away Maiser's flag spear. Go straight for Messer.

However, the old and cunning Maiser, under the cover of the triangular recognition flag on the flag gun, flipped his right hand quickly, and smashed an iron whip from top to bottom, hitting Ji Zhonglun's head and neck.

Although Ji Zhonglun was engrossed in Meiser, he never thought that he had an iron whip in his right hand. Suddenly, it was too late to dodge, and the tiger spear pierced forward, even if he wanted to block it, it was too late.

Fortunately, Ji Zhonglun was not chaotic in the face of danger, he knew that this whip was destined to be unavoidable.

Therefore, his slash continued unabated, and he saw Ji Zhonglun's body slightly moved to the right, intending to avoid the head, and resisted the whip with his shoulders.

Of course, he didn't want to take the iron whip hard, he wanted to take advantage of the force of the tiger spear, and at the same time he lowered his shoulders, in order to take off part of the force of the whip.

The blade of Ji Zhonglun's Tiger Spear was also glowing with a thin layer of dark red, which was clearly stained with the blood of the enemy, and exuded a penetrating chill.

With the help of the horse's forward momentum, the tiger gun pierced directly into the inner side of Jia Lazhangjingmeiser's left shoulder with a sound of "Chi", and Sen Han's sharp spear points pierced all the way to the mouth of the gun blade. Up to a short section of antlers.

Even so, the long blade of Ji Zhonglun's Tiger Spear pierced Maiser's shoulder, and the tip of the spear protruded from the gap between his shoulder blades on his back.

A cavalry duel far surpasses the cruelty of infantry battles. In addition to courage and combat skills, it also requires a wealth of battlefield combat experience and a keen ability to predict.

Because the speed of the war horses on both sides is extremely fast, as the saying goes, "a slight difference, a thousand miles away", once the prediction is wrong, there is no room for recovery, and it will directly end in death.

Obviously, Meiser is also a veteran who has fought in the battlefield for decades, and he was awarded the post of Lazhangjing in the Bayara camp of Zhengbai Banner of the Qing Dynasty. His fighting skills on the battlefield are indeed extraordinary.

Whether it is his experience in fighting on the battlefield or his ability to predict the enemy's movements, he is very outstanding in the Tarzi army.

But at this moment, Jialazhangjingmeiser had a painful and annoyed expression on his face.

At the same time he was shot in the left shoulder, he swung the iron whip with his right hand and hit Ji Zhonglun's left shoulder heavily. With a muffled "bang", the iron armor on Ji Zhonglun's shoulder was smashed apart.

But what annoyed him was that Ji Zhonglun was too cunning. He took off part of the force from the iron whip by retracting his elbows and sinking his shoulders. Maiser was also shot in the left shoulder. The strength of the body is also naturally reduced.

But even so, Ji Zhonglun's left shoulder was also bruised and bloody, and he could no longer hold the tiger spear under the pain, and roared loudly, lying on the horse's neck, and ran forward.

Maiser was also brave. Although he was too late to catch up with Ji Zhonglun, the moment Ji Zhonglun gave up the tiger spear, he threw away the iron whip and grabbed the lower third of the tiger spear head.

"Ah... ah..."

He raised his head and roared loudly, and with all his strength, he pulled out the tiger gun inserted into his left shoulder. As the tiger gun left his shoulder, a burst of bright red sprayed from the blood hole in the wound immediately. It splashed out and raised a piece of Lao Gao.

However, the moment Maiser drew his gun, a Ningyuan Army knight who rushed up from behind, with a long pick knife, took advantage of the impact of the horse, and slashed towards his neck.

At this moment, Meiser pulled out the tiger spear pierced into the shoulder with all his strength, and he was powerless to block it. Moreover, even if he wanted to dodge, all the strength in his body was exhausted the moment the tiger spear was pulled out.

He froze there, although he knew that he was doomed to be unable to dodge the long pick knife that was coming at him, but with his ferocious nature, he would never flinch and admit defeat.

Maiser endured the excruciating pain in his left shoulder, and concentrated all his strength on his right arm again. He did not dodge or dodge the long pick knife, but he lifted the tiger gun upside down, swung it vigorously, and slammed it straight at the oncoming attack. The legs of a knight from the Ming Dynasty.

"Dang...dang lang... lang lang..."

After a crisp sound, another series of trembling sounds came, followed by a loud "bang".

It turned out that the Ba Yala Fende Pashiku who had been with Maiser had arrived in time. He rode forward and swung the big ax in his hand to block the oncoming long pick knife.

Although the Ming Qi who rushed from the opposite side failed to cut Maiser as he wished, Maiser's tiger spear actually hit the front leg of his war horse, and the horse fell down on the front hoof immediately under the pain. on the ground.

Ming Qi on the horse was also among the flashes, rolling and falling off the horse. Although he failed to hit Maiser, he was not injured either. Taking advantage of the momentum of the horse falling forward, he also rolled forward again and again.

At this time, the Mingqi from behind rushed forward one after another, and the Ba Yala was allocated the Shiku, so he had to call on the Tartar Jiaqi beside him to guard the injured Jialazhangjingmeiser.

Meiser had no time to bandage the wound at all, and could only let the blood flow profusely from his shoulder. Enduring the pain, he pulled out the epee on the back of Naba Yala Fende Pashiku and held it in his hand.

Due to the excessive bleeding, Meiser's face was almost bloodless, as pale as the white flag armor on his body, but even so, he swung the epee with all his strength, and chopped down two Ming army knights one after another. .

But with the passage of time, the number of Tartar soldiers became less and less, while the Mingqi on the opposite side seemed to keep rushing forward for a long time.

Suddenly, a famous general charged forward, his armor was the same as that of the previous famous general, all of which were brightly armored, with a big breast shield on his chest, and a tiger spear in his hand.

Maiser managed to avoid a spear that clearly stabbed the knight, and while the knight was crossing his two horses, he turned around and slashed down with the heavy sword, hitting the knight's back with a long and deep cut. There was a bloody mouth, and immediately the stool was bleeding profusely.

Howling loudly, the knight fell off his horse, and never got up again.

However, Meiser Suirao dodged the long spear and killed the Ming army knight, but he couldn't stop another tiger spear that followed.

In the blink of an eye, Meiser only had time to avoid the vital point in his chest, and the long tip of the tiger spear pierced right next to his right rib.

The blood rain spurted violently, and the heavy and sharp tiger gun, with the charge of the horse, instantly broke through the fine armor leaves on Maiser's armpit, the cotton layer inside him, and the innermost lock. Armor, passing through the body at once, even revealing a long spear point behind Meisser.

Meiser only felt that the strength in his body was completely taken away at once, and he couldn't help showing a miserable smile on his face.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

The sound of popping bean guns suddenly rang non-stop, and the Ba Yala who had been accompanying Maiser all the time was wielding his long axe, and was about to strike at the Ming army general who had just stabbed Meiser. go.

However, at this critical moment, a small group of Ming army knights charged forward on horseback, and they "bang bang bang bang" shot out with three-eyed guns.

Naba Yala got Pashiku's left and right shoulder pads, arm pads, black-painted helmet, front belly pad, etc., and even the horse under his crotch burst out with blood mist.

He didn't even yell or howl in a hurry, just rolled off the horse straight up like that, only those big eyes were still wide open, as if revealing full of unwillingness.

The more the Tartars fought, the more fierce they became, but the more they fought, the less they fought, almost to the point of being pitiful.

The Tartars on the two wings were no longer able to fight against the Ming cavalry, and they were all driven to the side of the central army, but the Ming cavalry on the two wings did not join the fight on the center's side.

They only rushed back and forth between the north and the south, or fired three-eyed guns, or occasionally shot arrows, and some Ming army knights threw javelins.

Like the Tartars, at this time, most of the cavalry in the border towns in northern Daming were also good at using throwing weapons such as spears.

Most of their cavalry can also shoot on horseback when they go out to battle. This is the most basic skill of cavalry, just like slashing and killing on horseback. However, after the rise of firearms, most of the northern cavalry have switched to using three-eyed blunderbuss, which is just a convenience.

The three-eyed blunderbuss can not only shoot blunderbuss bullets to hit the enemy, but most of them are difficult to survive, and the sound is loud, and it can also play the role of deterring the enemy. In addition, there is no need to draw the bow and take another cold weapon like a bow and arrow. Only then can we fight.

These three-eyed blunderbusses are made of fine iron, after firing, they can be held in the hand and used as a hammer, and when fighting immediately, it saves the step of changing another cold weapon.

In addition to this, it is throwing weapons. Almost everyone in the Ming cavalry has throwing weapons, but they are somewhat different from the Tartars.

There are many kinds of javelins, throwing axes, and iron bones on the Tartars, and they are almost equipped according to everyone's preferences.

But this was not the case for the Ming army. Their throwing weapons were all standard, and they only had one type of throwing gun. However, by this time of the end of the Ming Dynasty, throwing guns were rarely seen in most border towns.

At this moment, the Tazi soldiers were struggling to fight head-on, and it was almost difficult to take advantage of it. However, they still had to face the constant attacks from the knights of the Ningyuan Army on both wings.

Under such circumstances, most of these Tazi soldiers were unable to display their martial skills.

Maiser has become the main target of all Ningyuan Army officers and soldiers. First, Ji Zhonglun stabbed him hard in the left shoulder, and just now, Li Qinggong, another Ningyuan Town Commander, came galloping and pierced him with another shot. right rib.

After that, there was another burst of bullets. Next to Meiser, only on his right back seat was a white flag tartar with a full face. Although he was hit by a bullet in his right arm, he was His figure flickered, but he rose up courageously.

Hearing a loud roar, his whole body suddenly stood upright from the saddle, and the long-handled pick knife in his hand drew a perfect arc and slashed obliquely.

The blood mist erupted suddenly, and a knight of the Ningyuan Army came head-on. His entire upper body, and more than half of the horse's head, were chopped off by the heavy and sharp long-handled pick knife.

But before Pashiku, the Tartar's share, could be happy, he heard the roar of grief and indignation from the opposite side.

When the Tartar got his share, Shiku turned his head, and saw a heavy horse canal spear coming straight, piercing through his throat, and the momentum of the horse made the Tartar get his share. Shiku fell backwards and rolled heavily to the ground.

His eyes were distracted, his divine light was absent, the blood on his neck gushed out like a fountain, and the bloody fragments in his mouth kept gushing out, staining his neck guard and the nail leaf on his chest red.

He seemed to be struggling to crawl, but soon a few war horses galloped past, and the iron hooves stomped heavily on his head...

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The battle was short and cruel, and it seemed to happen in the blink of an eye. Ba Yala beside Meiser was almost dead, and there were only a few of the hundreds of Tartars left.

The flag gun he originally held in his left hand and the tiger gun in his right hand are nowhere to be found.

At this moment, Maiser's complexion was pale, and he was panting heavily, with spit bleeding from the corner of his mouth from time to time, and bright red blood was still gushing out from his left shoulder and right rib.

He was still holding the epee with great difficulty in his right hand, the long spear piercing through his body in his right rib, the front pole had been cut off by him, leaving only the long blood dripping spear tip exposed on the back of his body.

Looking at the surviving warriors who seemed to be covered in bruises beside them, and looking at the endless stream of Ningyuan Army knights ahead, they rushed in waves, seemingly endlessly.

Meiser fell into a cold cave, and suddenly he howled, raised the epee in his right hand with difficulty, and roared loudly: "Warriors of the Qing Dynasty, let us fight to the death here!"