Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 210 Glory Belongs to the Natural Born Fighter
However, the one hundred cavalrymen on the front line had no time to wait for orders.

They saw the armed Baoyi disband and flee, and the enemy took advantage of the victory to pursue and loosen their formation, and immediately realized that their opportunity had come.

The two cavalry units were placed on the left and right, forming a charging formation, intending to attack from both sides and defeat the enemy's infantry.

The Ming army before them had exhausted a lot of energy after half a battle, so how could they have the spare capacity to resist the Manchu cavalry!
"charge!"

One hundred cavalrymen charged forward swiftly, like two giant steel tongs clamping down on fat meat.

Even though Ha Kan saw his subordinates "acting on their own", he had to admit that the tactic of attacking from both sides was feasible.

Ordinary cavalry can easily destroy three or even five times their number of infantry by charging from the side, back, and sides.

Just as the cavalry advanced two hundred steps, the Ming army officer shouted, "Hollow square!"

The originally somewhat loose pursuit team closed up in an instant, as if loose five fingers were clenched into a fist.

The hollowed-out center was filled on all four sides of the formation, and the hollow square was much wider than the dense square just now.

The flag soldiers did not care about the change in the Ming army's formation, thinking that the Ming army was afraid of the Qing cavalry and switched from offense to defense.

After a while, a hundred cavalrymen charged forward with unstoppable force, but before they could hit the shield formation, they saw several bursts of thick white mist spurting out from the gaps in the shields.

The bird guns of this Ming army were far more powerful than the ordinary Ming army's fifty-step bird guns, and could even injure warhorse riders at a hundred steps.

"There's a bird gun!"

Ha Kan, who stopped in the distance, exclaimed with his knife in hand, the enemy soldier clearly had a bird gun, why didn't he use it just now, but had to take it out now!

The sudden sound of the bird gun disrupted the rhythm of the cavalry's charge. The horses under their crotch were frightened and swayed. Three or four riders could not control the speed of the charge and their horses directly ran into the spear tips.

Although the warhorse stopped suddenly, the inertia of its charge instantly knocked over three or four Ming soldiers around it.

However, these brave soldiers recovered quickly and returned to their positions in less than a moment, filling the gaps in the line.

The crisp sound of spears and swords hitting armor jingled, and the cavalry, having lost their mobility, reduced their combat effectiveness by 70%.

The eagerness to kill the enemy prompted the Eight Banners soldiers to dismount and fight the Ming army face to face on foot with their swords in hand.

"Kill the Tartars and avenge our blood!"

One player shouted, raised his dagger, and fiercely thrust it into the slit of the Eight Banners soldier's armor. His eyes were bloodshot, and he spun the dagger in his hand in a full circle.

"Tyson, help me!"

One player stabbed and broke the spear, but he didn't have time to draw the sword at his waist, so he just roared and rushed towards the Eight Banners soldiers.

It was like a hyena locking onto its favorite anus, biting the enemy soldier's ear and tearing a piece of it off like crazy, causing the latter to let out a pig-killing howl that echoed throughout the earth.

"Glory belongs to the natural warrior! Kill the Tartars! So cool!"

The brother, with his mouth full of blood, spat out the filthy things and then roared towards the sky, as if the zombies who ate raw meat and drank blood had gained personal consciousness.

The other teammates seemed to be infected by this madman and began to imitate his terrifying fighting methods.

They either stabbed the enemy's armpits with daggers or poked their eyes and strangled their necks with their fingers.

People born in the Year of the Dog will directly use their teeth to tear off the enemy's facial flesh, or tear off the enemy's ears crazily.

The Manchu soldiers had never seen such a crazy and reckless fighting style, and the tacit cooperation of the Ming army was beyond their imagination.

The Manchu soldiers who dismounted did not die under swords and clubs, but died without dignity under the biting and beating of madmen, just like being asked to roast duck.

The Ming army, which was killing crazily, seemed to have turned into cannibals, with blood all over their faces.

From time to time, the sound of bird guns firing could be heard from the hollow square formations where people were fighting together, and the smoke from the burning gunpowder filled the entire battlefield and was difficult to dissipate.

The Ming army soldier, with a violent look on his face, held up a severed head of a dead person, raised his fingers and pointed them directly at the dead man's temple, rotating and digging his fingers deep as if to pierce through the brain.

The madman held the dead man's head in the air, letting the blood drip onto his face. His back was almost parallel to the ground as he leaned back. "I'm so high!"

Faced with such a bloody and horrific scene, the Manchurian soldiers trembled in their hearts.

Even if they killed countless enemies, they could not stop such a crazy war. Moreover, almost every enemy was wearing armor, and even repeated sword strikes could not penetrate their defenses.

The Manchu soldiers had no time to find flaws in their lack of armor. As soon as they drew their daggers to stab someone, they were surrounded by enemy soldiers on both sides.

"Ahhhhhh!" The cavalry commander felt physically and mentally exhausted. These crazy Ming army soldiers had no idea what death was. They neither retreated nor were afraid.

He was entangled by three freaks, and one of them rushed towards his belly like a mad dog.

He stabbed his opponent's abdomen fiercely. Although the knife clearly penetrated his chest and abdomen, the enemy held his body tightly and did not move, as if he was restricting his every move for his teammates next to him.

The Ming soldier spitted blood and continued to roar, "Kill him quickly, I'm controlling him!"

The other two Ming soldiers were even more outrageous. One of them took off his helmet, leaned close to his ear and bit it, causing him severe pain.

Another person half-crouched down, pulled out a dagger and stabbed him frantically at his vitals. The white knife went in, the red knife came out, the red knife went in, the red knife came out...

The severe pain in his crotch and the coldness of death gradually awakened his instinct of despair, but the Ming soldier whose chest he stabbed held his body tightly, preventing him from escaping.

"Aaaaaaaaaaa!"

The cavalry commander roared in pain, and the strength that was so strong just now gradually dissipated with repeated attacks.

The surrounding Manchu soldiers were engulfed by the frenzied surge. The Ming army, with tacit coordination and fearless fighting, nearly defeated them with casualties in the low double digits. Dozens of Manchu soldiers, quick-witted and intelligent, saw the situation was hopeless and quickly rushed to their horses, spurring them north.

"Defeat already?"

Hakan stared at the one-sided battlefield in disbelief.

One hundred and fifty bannermen and two hundred bondservants were defeated by a hundred Ming troops of unknown origin?
More than 300 people could not defeat 100 Ming soldiers.

When did the fighting power of the Qing warriors decline to such a level?

If all the Ming troops in Dengzhou were of this kind of combat power, wouldn’t the area of ​​southern Liaoning be in danger!
"Master, please leave!"

The loyal bannermen grabbed Hakan's arm and retreated. He was still in a state of dismay, muttering to himself, "Why can't three hundred people beat a hundred people?"

He kept reviewing the battle formation just now and suddenly realized -

Every time we engage in a local battle with the enemy, our troops are dispersed.

The enemy first packed their clothes, then defended against the cavalry, then dragged the cavalry into close combat, which they were good at, and finally desperately broke the morale of the bannermen, forcing most of them to flee on horseback.

Some people's strategies have been defeated one by one, so why can't tactics be defeated too?

This was a classic example of the "add fuel to the fire" tactic. Hakan regretted his arrogance.

If he had deployed all his troops for close combat from the beginning, he would have been able to annihilate this elite Ming army.

Too bad it's all over.

Worse was yet to come. The enemy soldiers who were pursuing the victory seized dozens of war horses that had lost their owners.

The enemy infantry instantly transformed into ferocious cavalry, each riding on horseback and brandishing swords, and the roars they raised to the sky were even more shrill than those of the barbarians.

"Come on, come on, fight me for another three hundred rounds!"

The fleeing baoyi had only two legs to run, and within a few dozen steps they were caught up by the Ming cavalry. The inertia-fueled cleavers tore through the coarse cloth and flesh, almost revealing the bone.

In particular, several Ming soldiers had superb riding skills, as if they had become one with their war horses, and were much better at riding horses than the elite bannermen.

Hakan's armored bannermen were also unlucky. They were wearing protective gear weighing dozens of kilograms, and they could not run fast even if they wanted to. They were soon caught up by the Ming army and finally experienced what a one-sided cavalry massacre was like.

Hakan had just climbed onto his horse, but before he could spur it on, he heard a servant roaring, "Master, be careful!"

Several enemy cavalrymen charged head-on, and the leader shouted, "Take my thunderbolt!"

The second-level shout did not have any additional effect, but the javelin thrown swiftly came and hit the head of the warhorse under Hakan's crotch, killing him on the spot.

"Damn it, the shot missed!"

The dead warhorse fell forward, and Hakan also experienced the pain of falling from the horse's back. Although his body landed on the ground first, he almost suffered a concussion.

After a moment of recovery, he got up from the ground, staggering dizzily. He saw several enemy cavalrymen galloping towards him, and the servants in the distance shouting at him.

Hakan was unwilling to die just like that, but he had no long-pole weapon to stop the enemy. He could only roll back and forth like a mouse between the galloping war horses, and he was able to repeatedly avoid the enemy's charges and slashes.

This caused the Ming army to curse loudly, "Fuck, you learned from Hidetaka Miyazaki, you like to roll around, right?"

The extremely angry enemy simply dismounted and surrounded them.

The despair of death enveloped his whole body. Hakan thought he could fight bravely, but his body was honest. Faced with the encirclement of ferocious enemy soldiers, his legs trembled for the first time.

"Ahhh! Don't come here!"

Hakan spoke in a language the enemy soldiers could not understand, and waved his steel knife like crazy, trying to use the weapon to delay his own death.

"You Tartar dog, prepare to die!"

"Spare his life!" A player rushed over to stop it.

"You're going to plead for a dog Tartar?" Several players nearby immediately cast extremely cold and hostile glances at him.

"You misunderstood me. I see this man is wearing bright armor and is surrounded by Tartars. He must be a high-ranking Tartar official. It would be a pity to kill him. It would be better to use him to trick the Tartars into opening their fortress and maximize the benefits."

"Ah, you're indeed a smart guy. You've made it impossible to refuse with just a few words... But you can choose not to kill someone, but you can't choose not to deliver the killing blow!"

Several players rushed forward, knocking away the Tartar's weapons and pinning him to the ground with their fists.

The player who had just persuaded him to stay quickly shouted, "Don't hit him in the face! If you break it, you won't be able to deceive the city!"

The war maniacs were not brainless demons. They listened to good advice and immediately stripped off all of Hakan's armor and started punching and kicking his stomach and thighs.

He especially stomped on the "precious thing" between his legs, as if he was putting out a fire for the poor passerby, which made Hakan feel so painful that he wanted to die.

The Tatar cavalry fleeing to the north blocked the route to the city, while the bannermen fleeing on foot to the south were all caught up and killed by the players on horseback.

Even if some of the bondservants who knelt down and begged for mercy survived temporarily, it was not because the players were kind enough to spare their lives, but because they gave these slaves who transported grain the opportunity to vent their anger.

Looking at the swords, spears, sticks and knives distributed in their hands, the slaves looked at each other in confusion.

Most of them have been enslaved for several years and have become numb and dull, with their emotional mechanisms almost completely destroyed.

Even though they had weapons of resistance in their hands, they did not dare to make a choice. Instead, they looked at the government troops with their habitual pleading eyes, begging them not to force them.

(End of this chapter)