Chapter 58, murderous aura

"kill."

This was not what the Tartars called, but the two cavalrymen of Zhou Yichang and Liu Jia were bypassed from both sides of the military formation, trying to cut off the enemy's follow-up troops.

Zhou Mengchen had long been worried about such a situation.

So, as soon as I saw something was wrong, I immediately issued an order.

However, Zhou Yichang and Liu Jia's two cavalrymen fought fiercely, causing losses to the generals, and even Zhou and Liu were injured. They were already at the end of their strength. They might not be able to do this task.

However, Zhou Mengchen was even more worried about the resilience of the Beijing camp itself, whether it could maintain its formation under the impact of the Tartar cavalry.

Zhou Mengchen only had the 500 soldiers squeezed out by Qi Jiguang for him. Should he smash into the battlefield at this time? For a moment, the blue veins on Zhou Mengchen's forehead burst out, and there was a hint of ferociousness in his face. He said in his heart: "Wait a little longer, wait a little longer, it's still early to dark."

Now Zhou Mengchen no longer thinks about something longer. He only wants one thing, that is, wait until it gets dark. When it gets dark, he usually won’t fight.

It can give him more breathing opportunities.

At this time, Xiao Qin said to the so-called Mongolian general around her: "Everyone, now my Bailian is suffering heavy casualties, and it has opened a gap for you. It is time for you to work hard. As long as you take down Zhou Mengchen's head and return to the grassland, the Khan will definitely be rewarded."

Seeing this, the leaders of various Mongolian tribes also said: "Please rest assured that the national teacher, you have let you chew the bones. We will definitely do this meat-eating task."

They never looked down on the infantry of the Ming army.

The infantry formation that could resist the impact of cavalry in the Ming Dynasty was no longer there. At least now, the Mongolian cavalry is already the most difficult to deal with infantry formations. They still rely on firearms, and their firearms are all useless. How can they persist?

Therefore, the various Tartars dispatched more than 10,000 elite troops to join this battlefield in one fell swoop.

The White Lotus Sect sected people to entangle the Ming cavalry.

For a time, the battles in the Beijing camp entered a white-hot heat.

Only at this moment is Li Ru a little bit like a general.

Zhou Mengchen saw it well, and Li Ru had a tough attitude, saying that he was stupid or stubborn. After Zhou Mengchen had aroused his aggression, he had no other thoughts, but he was just a thought that he would never embarrass his ancestors. His hands were always pressed on the long sword.

At this moment, his sword was stained with blood.

It is not the blood of the enemy, but the blood of the deserter.

The soldiers of the Beijing camp were all new soldiers, and today they were their first battle. They fell into such a bloody battle in the first battle, and some people were immediately shaken. Li Ru was even more polite and killed them with his own hands. Then he asked someone to hang their heads on the flagpole and sent someone to shout: "Our family is in the capital. I have sent people to the capital. In today's battle, those who dare to step back will definitely kill them and implicate their family. My Fengcheng Marquis Mansion did what they said. Today, as long as we win, each person will be given a hundred acres of land. If they advance, they will be seriously injured, and the losers will be killed."

Only the people in the capital know the influence of the nobles in the capital.

If there are other places, the court may not be able to find anyone, but this situation will never happen in the capital.

Under Xiao Qin's harsh military orders.

The soldiers of the Beijing camp finally stabilized their position. In the melee, they barely stabilized their formation.

However, this is just the beginning. The more cruel one is behind.

In fact, in terms of real infantry warfare, the Mongols were not as good as the Ming army. This was constrained by many factors.

First of all, the height is that the Mongolians are shorter than the Han people, and the Mongolians have long ridden horses, and all have band legs. Such factors are not conducive to fighting on the ground. The soldiers in the Beijing camp were trained by Qi Jiguang. I dare not say that they are very outstanding, but they still have basic skills.

The two sides stopped fighting for a while and there was no victory or defeat.

At this time, the Fengcheng Hou family will play a main role.

Li Ru led troops outside, and the Marquis of Fengcheng was afraid of accidents, so he sent out all the generals in the mansion. The number was not large, only a hundred. After all, there were no large-scale wars for many years, and the Marquis of Fengcheng was not large in scale. He could not use such generals, nor did he have so many generals.

How did Fengcheng Hou’s family come from? I wouldn’t think that Fengcheng Hou’s Mansion had descendants as a nobleman, so there were naturally some. But the question is, what’s the use of Fengcheng Hou’s family that had been passed down from generation to generation? The real martial arts on the battlefield were all made on the battlefield.

How much can these peaceful and peaceful generals have when they go to the battlefield?

It's hard to say.

These generals were brave men selected by the Marquis of Fengcheng from various wars, big and small. For them, they had nothing but martial arts skills and could not be promoted to officials. Moreover, they could not be known by a big name, and they could not be promoted to soldiers even if they were promoted. For them, it would be much better to join the Marquis' Mansion as a family general. All kinds of treatments were much better in the army. Even if they went out, they would be more respectful, and they could be supported by the Marquis' Mansion when they encountered anything.

I even really want to be interested in the officialdom, and spend a few years together in Fengcheng Housing, and make some contributions. Maybe I will be arranged by the Hou to be an officer in a certain place. This is much easier than climbing up from the bottom layer.

If the Marquis of Fengcheng had not fought a war outside, these generals might not have.

Moreover, the emperor was actually a little careful about the nobles supporting their families. The Marquis of Fengcheng naturally did not dare to raise too many people. All of these more than 100 people were elite. They said that they could fight against ten, but it was normal for them to fight three or five to get close to each other.

The 100-degree generals were scattered in the army and formed a powerful army of officers.

When they line up and fire the guns, they are not conspicuous. After all, these people are fighting very hard, so they don’t know much about the guns. Moreover, the guns are not visible in the formation of one or two people.

But now that they are in a melee, these people are revealed. They either fight with their rich fighting experience or command the dense formations under their command, and the opponent is facing each other.

Zhou Mengchen clenched his fists tightly, feeling that the sound of fighting was getting closer and closer. He could see the Tartar's hideous face without even using a Qianli Mile Mile.

"What to do? What to do?" Zhou Mengchen said in his heart: "I still have five hundred people in my hands. Once these five hundred people are invested, I really can't do it. And can these five hundred people really defeat the enemy?"

Zhou Mengchen was anxious and couldn't help but take a few steps, but kicked something.

He looked down and saw that it was a package, a package containing gunpowder.

Then he saw a lot of horses again, and suddenly had an idea in his heart. He immediately said to the five hundred people on the side: "I need fifty people who dare to die."

"I do." The leader of the whistleblower said loudly.

The soldiers of Datong behind him said one after another: "We all want to."

Zhou Mengchen said, "Okay, I will talk about the mission first and see if there are any gunpowder packs there. There are fifty in total. I want to choose fifty people and rush into the Tartar crowd with gunpowder packs to ignite them. Is there anyone who dares to do it now?"

A silence.

The shouts of killing became louder and louder, and Zhou Mengchen also heard the sound of muskets sounded on all three sides guarding Qi Jiguang.

These fifty packs of gunpowder were the spare gunpowder for the artillery. The number was not large, and most of them were already lightly installed and threw it behind. This time, Zhou Mengchen brought more than a dozen small cannons, but when he marched in a hurry, the burden was too heavy. But I don’t know why the cannons were thrown behind, but these gunpowders were brought instead.

Anyway, everything was possible in chaos at that time.

Choose the one who dares to die, but everyone knows that the so-called death mission may not necessarily die. But now everyone knows that this mission will undoubtedly die.

"I do." The whistleman said gritting his teeth.

Zhou Mengchen said, "What's your name?"

"The king killed the enemy." said the whistle chief.

This person was Zhou Shangwen's old subordinate who Ma Fang met when he came to Datong. However, he rejected Ma Fang at that time. Later, when Ma Fang came to summon the old subordinate, he felt embarrassed to go there. He was also worried that he would offend Ma Fang, so he was sent to the infantry when Zhou Mengchen was recruiting troops. However, because of his qualifications and abilities, he quickly stood out and became a whistle leader.

He is also an important intermediate officer.

Zhou Mengchen said, "I will remember your name."

Wang Xiaochou said, "I don't need anyone to remember, as long as I don't let the Tartars have a better life."
Chapter completed!