Reborn Regent of Ming Dynasty

This kind of situation is undoubtedly very invigorating, with a strong and intense feeling.

Although there were a few more scars on his body, Zhu Wangli felt very lucky to be able to survive and safely reach the pre-set detour point.

He grinned, and said to Li Yongxin with a calm face: "Boss Li, the killing just now was really enjoyable... Let's hurry up and rest, feed the horse some fine material, two minutes, two minutes at most, and then we will go back, my lord." Maybe it can be used by us."

The task of the cavalry is to fight desperately, to entangle the Qing army, and prevent them from harassing the Fushan troop and artillery formation.

Now the task has been successfully completed, but as a soldier, how can this be satisfied? [

Although Li Yongxin is not a person like Zhu Wangli who is very emotionally exposed, but the two of them agree on this.It's just that after Li Yongxin nodded, his expression became gloomy.

He turned around and asked, "Every post, every platoon, have you finished counting the casualties?"

The main forces on both sides are still gathering, and they won't be in contact for a while. The people on the top of the city are crazy. It was itchy, but there was still a little time before the battle... At least, according to Zhu Wangli and others, Fushan would not take the initiative to attack until the artillery team was ready.

Now each team in Fushan is equipped with military clerks who are also civilians. After counting several times, a clerk with his arms hanging in a bandage said sadly: "My cavalry team has 330 seven people, and now there are 110 five people. , 17 of them were seriously injured, and minor injuries... not to mention minor injuries."

"what?"

Zhu Wangli, who was still joking just now, was shocked, with an expression of extreme pain on his face.

The Fushan cavalry team was full of 450 five people when they went out, but now there are only a hundred or so left, and the remaining three hundred brothers, even if they survived the tragic battlefield just now, they will definitely not exceed one slap, that is to say , most of the brothers in the cavalry team have become heroic spirits who died in battle.

"The arrows shot by the Tartars are too accurate." Li Yongxin seemed to have tears in his eyes, but his voice was still calm: "Our military uniforms are too thin, and many brothers died from excessive blood loss. We need heavy armor. Also, we There must be an iron helmet and an iron mask. With these, um, the adults will definitely prepare these for us. With these armors, I dare say that three hundred versus five hundred, the Tartars may not be our opponents. !"

"Just wait and see!" Someone yelled fiercely.

"You don't have to wait too long." Someone said coldly: "After a while, the troops will defeat the Tartars, and the opportunity for us to chase and kill the fleeing enemy will come."

"That's right!"

Zhu Wangli's eyes were red, and he was staring at the battlefield not far away, but he turned over and got off the horse, and then loosened the horse's girth and unmounted the saddle. , and then waited to chase and kill the fleeing enemy... They had strong and incomparable confidence in Zhang Shouren and Fushan's troop. That was because they were still passing through the enemy's formation just now. Armor and reaction, shooting skills, weapon use, and physical strength are all superior to others, but people are very afraid of enemies they don't understand. Once the window paper is punctured, it's just like that thing.

The enemy in front of him, Fushanying can take it down!