Chapter 175 Please enter the ward

Outside Guangning City!

A killing is taking place.

In the crowd, a big banner with the word "Li" swayed in the wind and snow.

The roaring horse hooves are like thunder rolling in the sky, shocking people.

The earth is trembling.

The dark armor flashed with a striking luster.

The charge of tens of thousands of cavalry is huge and thrilling enough.

Outside Guangning City, there are 20,000 Jurchen cavalry.

These are all elite divisions brought by the leaders of each tribe, and everyone is wearing armor.

Due to the limitations of skills and conditions, there are actually not many people who have been awarded the Academic CPC in each department.

Even for a large tribe like Hunhe tribe, the number of tribes is 80,000, and the number of people who can fight is as high as 30,000, but the real armored men are only over 10,000.

This is the gap.

This is true for large tribes, not to mention those small and medium tribes.

In a tribe, being able to possess one's own armor is an supreme honor.

Even this armor may have been passed down from his grandfather.

On the other hand, the Liaodong Iron Cavalry, especially the elite troops under Li Rusong, were all wearing excellent armor, including heavy cavalry with both man and horse armor, and cavalry with firearms on their backs.

The 20,000 cavalry gathered together quickly collapsed under the iron cavalry.

The armor they were proud of seemed extremely fragile in front of the firearm.

The heavily armored cavalry charged past, like a torrent of vent.

Blood has become the cheapest color at this moment.

If we only talk about the quality of soldiers and the skills of riding and shooting, these Jurchen cavalry are actually not weak.

It was just the well-equipped elite cavalry in the Liaodong army they faced.

In addition, Li Rusong's raid was too rapid.

On the battlefield, there is a fighter jet.

Many people from the Three Guards and Ministry did not react at all, and they didn't even know what was happening.

What's more, these people were originally gathered from various tribes, mixed with fish and dragons, and did not belong to each other.

In the wind and snow in the distance, black torrents are interspersing quickly.

There is no clever tactic, there is only... crushing!

It has to be admitted that the courage and combat power of these warriors in various departments can only collapse under the general trend of the battlefield.

The battle between the Jurchens is very simple, gathering everyone and simply hedging for a wave.

Or sneak attacks and siege tactics, as for deeper depth, they have never considered it.

This is also the reason why Nurhaci was able to rise rapidly.

He learned too much knowledge in Li Chengliang's mansion.

A person who squats in the corner to watch the Romance of the Three Kingdoms is definitely not just to see the stories in it, so as to pass the time.

Each division was divided by the torrent of the Iron Cavalry and then broke one by one.

When they see the figures of Han people from all directions, an emotion called panic and confusion will suppress their courage and gradually fill their hearts.

When the first person escapes, the general trend is no longer stopped.

The body fell to the ground.

In the snow, it seemed like a layer of blood-colored gauze was covered with.

Lin Mang stood on the back of the Pixiu and quietly looked at the battlefield ahead.

Behind him, a group of Jinyiwei stood on horseback!

Everyone's eyes were full of passion and enthusiasm.

The battlefield is a place of bloody competition for men.

Lin Mang knew what everyone behind him was thinking, but he had no idea of ​​participating.

It is the stupidest behavior to let the Jinyiwei attack this battlefield.

Their entry will actually disrupt the situation.

The cavalry of various Jurchen divisions began to flee on a large scale.

There were endless wailing sounds.

Corpse everywhere!

Lin Mang slowly withdrew his gaze and said in a deep voice: "The Liaodong Iron Cavalry is well-deserved!"

Li Chengliang rode his horse up with a calm expression.

Hearing this, he said in a deep voice: "This is a long-standing war experience."

"Soldiers will not be corrupt and degenerate in the constant war."

Lin Mangyang glanced at him and naturally knew what he meant.

It's nothing more than his reckless move.

"General Li, there is no end to the battle!"

"Haixi, savages, turmans, Mongolians, and even the remaining three guards."

Lin Mang reached out to catch a falling snow, watched the snowflakes melt in his palm, and said lightly: "General Li, I said that raising enemies and respecting themselves is not a problem for raising tigers."

"You are in the land of Liaodong, and you will naturally be safe and sound."

"But have you ever thought about what the situation will be if you are gone one day?"

"These alien races are always thinking about going south and occupying our land. If that day really comes, will General Li feel guilty?"

Lin Mang turned to look at Li Chengliang and asked, "Is it because I want to make me Han people become third-class people like Yuanting?"

"Or, by then, General Li can change his course and become king?"

Li Chengliang was slightly stunned.

Looking at the battlefield in the distance, Li Chengliang wanted to speak but stopped.

In his opinion, what kind of storm can these Jurchens cause just?

The threat is far less than that of the three Mongolian tribes.

Li Mang chuckled and said calmly: "Nothing in this world is impossible."

He patted Pixiu gently and said, "Let's go!"

The Pixiu roared softly and rushed out.

Behind him, a group of Jinyiwei pulled the reins and ran wildly.

Everyone avoided the battlefield and headed straight for Jianzhou.

Li Chengliang took a deep breath, looked at the personal military command behind him, and shouted: "Let's go!"

These are the elites among the elites of Liaodong Iron Cavalry, and the elites who fight with him on the battlefield.

There seemed to be only a few thousand people, but they were skilled in bows and horses and equipped with firearms, which was enough to penetrate the army of ten thousand people.

...

Tulum City,

A fire broke out in the city.

White fog is everywhere in the sky.

The raging fire seemed to have ignited the entire city.

In the sky, goshawks were constantly wandering, making sharp roars.

Several Jinyiwei came with two young children.

A Jinyiwei bowed and said, "Sir, according to the people in the city, these two are the sons of Nurhaci."

On the ground, two children in exquisite costumes were kneeling on the ground.

One is only about six years old and the other is about three years old.

The six-year-old child seemed to be young, but his face had begun to show his sharpness and his eyes were full of hatred and cruelty.

A few women were also escorted together.
To be continued...