The Ming Dynasty began from Sarhu

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The Later Jin army's formation was a little messy after being attacked by French cannons and rockets, and the charge of nine rows of cavalry further aggravated their chaos.

Under the Kaiyuan cavalry's reckless charge, the heavily fortified defenses of the two yellow flags were finally torn into a bloody hole. With the charge of more cavalry, the gap expanded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a collapsed dam.

Bayala, wearing silver armor, shouted loudly in the barbarian language behind the square formation, trying hard to maintain the integrity of the front line.

These real Yi armored soldiers drawn from various Niulu were all capable of fighting at night, but that was all they were capable of.

The large number of troops meant that the Later Jin soldiers could not conduct systematic night combat training, and naturally could not compare with the well-trained Kaiyuan soldiers.

In reality, due to factors such as communication conditions, soldier quality, and fighting spirit, night battles in this era often had no winners. For the attacker, night battles did not offer the overwhelming advantage one might imagine, and the result was usually a loss of 800 for 1,000 enemy casualties.

However, the above conditions do not apply to Liu Zhaosun. Under reasonable training and strict military discipline, the Kaiyuan cavalry are not only physically strong, but also willing to die.

After opening the gap, the cavalry battalion cut through the Later Jin square formation like a razor. Although cavalrymen kept falling off their horses, the casualties they inflicted on the Later Jin soldiers were three or even five times that of their own side.

Liu Zhaosun reined in his horse and stood on the east side of the river bank, the warhorse under him panting heavily.

Their cavalry had just charged into the battle line three times, killing and wounding nearly two hundred Zhenyi armored soldiers, and countless bannermen.

Of the 110 spearmen in the first row, only less than 80 were still able to fight, with casualties approaching 40. The casualties in the other rows were roughly equal.

Of course, some of the cavalry were only temporarily dispersed and could be regrouped later.

But no matter what, after three rounds of sprints, more than one-third of the soldiers were killed or injured. Liu Zhaosun could not afford such losses.

As the physical strength of the cavalry and horses continues to decline, continuing the charge will only result in greater casualties.

If he charged a few more times, all the cavalry battalion would be killed in battle, and he himself would have to return to his position in Hunhe River.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling sad and looked up at the fierce and tenacious cavalrymen around him.

In the dim moonlit night, their faces could not be seen clearly, and only the breathing and snorting of the war horses could be heard.

After several bloody battles, the excitement of these mounts gradually faded, and they all showed signs of fatigue.

It is not possible to change horses during the charge, and the cavalry can only continue to charge with their mounts until they are killed in battle or win.

Unlike the tired horses, these young riders each had a fierce look on their faces. They stood proudly on their horses, looking up at the chaotic Later Jin formation in front of them, not afraid at all of the Later Jin armored soldiers that numbered ten times their own.

A cavalry charge is the best example of a man's bravery. Life and death often depend on a single powerful blow.

Liu Zhaosun was certain that after this battle, if they could survive, the morale and combat effectiveness of this elite force would rise to a new level.

But how many people can survive?
He wiped the blood off his face, gritted his teeth, raised his lance and launched the fourth charge.

At this moment, the front of the Later Jin formation, which was more than 300 steps away, was suddenly hit by a heavy hammer, and the entire formation retreated a few steps.

Then, the Later Jin soldiers near the gap let out terrifying shouts, which quickly turned into a tsunami, attracting everyone's attention to that side.

The attacked armored soldiers looked at the night ahead in horror. In the dark night, sharp weapons kept stabbing in and out, and all living things within its attack range were not spared. Several fierce Later Jin soldiers rushed into the darkness waving heavy swords, and were immediately stabbed by the sharp weapons over there, with blood holes all over their bodies.

Some archers in the front row raised their bows and fired randomly, only to be stabbed in the throat by weapons. In the darkness, the advantage of bows and arrows was not obvious, let alone at such a short distance.

In the darkness, it seemed as if a terrible demon was lurking, constantly devouring the warriors of the two yellow flags with its weapons. No matter whether they were Zhenyi or Baoyi, none of them could escape the clutches of this monster.

The Later Jin soldiers, who had just experienced attacks from rockets and French machine guns and were brutally ravaged by cavalry, had already reached the limit of what they could endure.

Now, under such attack again, the Jiannu near the gap could no longer endure it and finally collapsed completely. The front-line armored soldiers fled to the rear formation recklessly, like a herd of horses, driving the armored soldiers behind them to run away as well.

Niulu Ezhen and the white-armored soldiers swung their heavy swords and blocked the way in front of the fleeing armored soldiers. Without saying a word, they skillfully wielded their heavy swords and slashed and killed people in the crowd, splashing waves of blood.

"Those who retreat will die!"

"Nikan only has 2,000 men. Turn around and kill them all!"

Under the threat of the white-armored soldiers, these desperate soldiers in the front row had no choice but to raise their weapons and, like moths in the night, desperately crash into the devil in the darkness behind them.

"The white-pole soldiers are coming, and the two yellow flags are about to collapse!"

Liu Zhaosun looked at the defeated Later Jin army and felt a little relieved. Everything was developing as expected, just a little later than expected.

The two yellow flags were indeed Nurhaci's elite troops. The endurance they showed was far more tenacious than Liu Zhaosun had imagined.

Of course, being stubborn or not doesn’t matter now.

Now we need to intensify the chaos in the two yellow flag phalanxes, let them understand what true fear is, and let these barbarians know what the consequences of slaughtering the Han people in Liaodong will be.

Liu Zhaosun blew the bamboo whistle, summoned the captains of each team, and ordered them:

"The Tartars are almost unable to hold on. The White Spear Soldiers have suffered heavy casualties. We can't rely solely on them. We still have to add fuel to the fire and do what cavalry should do. Continue to attack the flanks! Don't charge head-on, just crush them!"

If an ancient military formation of tens of thousands of people collapsed, huge casualties would be expected.

Liu Zhaosun roared, the flag captain blew the bamboo whistle, and nine rows of cavalry charged towards the target again.

The waning moon was in the sky, and the Hun River was quite chilly at midnight. The warhorse under my crotch galloped forward, and the wind whistled in my ears.

Liu Zhaosun drew out his Miao Dao, but the blade had several cracks. His lance was taken away by a Later Jin sword and shield fighter in the first round of charge.

After this battle, I need to change my knife again.

Only a hundred steps away from the battle formation of the two yellow flags, the outlines of the Later Jin soldiers began to become clearer in the dark night.

Liu Zhaosun adjusted his horse's speed, keeping it in a loose straight line with his teammates, ready to face a new round of bloody battles.

However, when he looked up again, he was shocked by the scene before him.

The two yellow flag formations that had barely been able to maintain their formation before were now beginning to completely collapse like a snowball doused in boiling water. The neat queues on all four sides were completely scattered, and countless Zhenyi armored soldiers screamed and began to flee to the rear.

Only the last thousand elite Bayala and Zhenyi armored soldiers were still fighting with the Baigan soldiers.

The bloodiest battle has just begun.

The bonfire burning in the distance had not yet gone out, and the flames were filled with fleeing figures.

Thousands of jumping rat tails danced before his eyes like ghosts in the dark night, and everything seemed like a dream.

"Defeated so quickly?"

Liu Zhaosun reined in his horse and stood still, staring blankly at the defeated Later Jin soldiers in front of him, until a real Yi armored soldier swung a mace at him, and he suddenly woke up from his dream.

(End of this chapter)