"Release the arrows!"
The former owner of the wild boar skin, the famous grandnephew of Li Chengliang, and the current third-class Mei Le Zhang Jing of the Han army, Li Sizhong, roared as he looked at the Ming army cavalry that suddenly parted like a tide in front of him.
In the middle of the formation formed by the shield chariots, the Qing infantry archers immediately shot arrows into the sky. The arrows that reached the peak fell in a parabola. Of course, such arrows did not really hurt the Ming army, just like the arrows shot by the Ming cavalry in the same way were useless against the Qing infantry. The way the two sides fought was like child's play.
However, Li Sizhong's heart was still beating violently.
This was because a red warhorse had appeared behind the Ming army.
On the back of the horse was a general who was also red.
It was dyed red by blood.
He was like a god with a cold smile, holding a huge shield in one hand and controlling his horse to slowly move forward. At this moment, everything on the battlefield seemed to have disappeared. Li Sizhong could only see his figure, which gave off a strong sense of oppression that seemed to suffocate him.
"Get ready!"
He took a deep breath and said.
On the shield chariots in the front, musketeers held their muskets at the back of their shields, while the spearmen gripped their spears tightly. Although there was only one enemy in front of them, the pressure they brought was greater than the hundreds of cavalry on both sides. At this moment, all the Qing soldiers 'minds were filled with the image of the man holding a giant bow as thick as an arm and shooting them with a javelin like arrow.
However, the figure suddenly stopped 300 feet away from them.
He jumped down from the red warhorse under the confused gazes of the crowd. Then, he took something that looked like a large quilt from the back of the horse. There was a thick iron chain attached to it. He casually threw it on the ground and made a dull sound. Then, he dragged it forward slowly as if he was dragging a huge meteor hammer. Then, he jogged and then ran wildly. The iron chain wrapped around the thing rubbed against the ground, and the strange sound became clearer and clearer. He could even see the cowhide wrapped around the thing.
"Fire!"
Li Sizhong shouted without hesitation.
The outer layer of the wall formed by the shields was suddenly sprayed with black gunpowder smoke. The lead bullets flew a short distance in an instant. Under the barrage of hundreds of bird guns, the figure that was running with the shield lowered kept trembling, showing the impact of the bullets.
However, he was still rapidly approaching.
"Release!"
Li Sizhong roared.
Hundreds of sharp arrows shot out from the bowstring in an instant, like shadows flashing by. Almost instantly, the shield in the figure's hand became a porcupine, and a few of them even pierced into his legs that were protected by chainmail and cotton armor.
But he was still running.
Li Sizhong broke out in cold sweat.
This wasn't a human. This was a monster. It was impossible for a human to ignore such damage.
At this moment, the figure suddenly raised his arm, and the thing behind him was thrown into the air. It made a strange whistling sound above his head and started spinning with his right hand as the center. However, it was also at this moment that Li Sizhong suddenly realized that the flame on the chain was dancing and turning into a ring.
" Quick, stop him. It's gunpowder."
He suddenly let out a heart-wrenching scream.
However, it was too late.
"Release!"
Xiao Qian's voice rang out in Li Daoxuan's mind as he ran. He suddenly released his right hand, and the chain flew out with the fuse that was about to burn out under the huge centrifugal force. At the same time, the 100 catties of gunpowder wrapped in layers of quilts, cotton armor, cowhide, and iron chains flew out. After this terrifying weapon flew out, he raised the shield in his hand and fell back. The moment he fell, in the middle of the Qing army formation 50 meters away... A ball of terrifying flames exploded as if it was tearing through space.
That was a hundred catties of gunpowder.
Even if the black gunpowder was not powerful enough, it was almost as powerful as a modern 155 grenade.
Moreover, it was an empty explosion.
The flame exploded less than 20 meters above the Qing army's head, like a fiery red raging wave. It crashed down in an instant. Li Sizhong, his commander's flag, and hundreds of Qing soldiers around the commander's flag were almost instantly swallowed by the lava. Then, the shock wave of the explosion spread fiercely in all directions. The Qing soldiers, who had to be arranged in the densest formation, were blown up by the violent power like toys and then directly shattered in the air. The power of the explosion was not over yet. It continued to crash into the surroundings with smoke and mud. The Qing army that was not blown up fell to the ground like a galloping horse under the huge impact.
Almost no one in the Qing army was spared.
Infantry formations were always better when they were denser. A square formation of over 2,000 infantrymen would not take up more than the size of a football field. The entire central army had been blown up, and more than half of the archers outside the central army had died. Almost everyone outside the central army had suffered some injuries. Their internal organs had been shattered by the shockwave, their eardrums had been ruptured, and they had been injured by the pieces of weapons and armor that had been blown away. They had been knocked unconscious by the falling corpses. It could be said that more than half of the 2,000 infantrymen had been killed or injured in an instant.
Even those who could still stand were stunned.
At this moment, everyone on the battlefield was stunned, let alone them.
Ai Duli, the Ming cavalry outside the Qing army, the two armies fighting on the Ningyuan River, Old Chen and his men guarding the city wall, all of them were dumbfounded as they looked at the terrifying fireball that seemed to have appeared out of thin air. They looked at the square formation of the Qing army that seemed to have been destroyed by the giant hand of the gods. Then, they heard the earth-shattering sound and felt the trembling of the ground under their feet. At this moment, it was as if time had frozen.
Li Daoxuan got up as if nothing had happened. He threw away the shield that was covered in flesh and blood, then stood there and looked at the messy scene while picking the cotton in his ears.
In fact, he was not the only one. All the Ming army cavalry and their horses had their ears plugged with cotton. Otherwise, when the Qing army was blown up, the Ming army cavalry's horses would definitely be shocked. Even if such an explosion was hundreds of meters away, it was not something that the horses who had not experienced such a scene could withstand.
Not to mention horses, even humans could not stand it.
Just look at those Qing soldiers who were so scared that they peed their pants.
"Great Ancestor, Great Ancestor has appeared again!"
Wang Chengen, who was used to the Emperor's miracles, was the first to wake up. At this time, he was still half a mile away from Li Daoxuan, screaming like crazy.
"The Great Ancestor has appeared!"
All of a sudden, all the Ming soldiers on the battlefield shouted like crazy.
The next moment, the Qing army collapsed.
The Qing cavalrymen who were in the middle of the bloody battle had no idea what had happened. They only knew that after a loud explosion, more than half of the 2,000 infantrymen who had carried all their hopes were suddenly killed or injured. The center of the army had even turned into a terrifying pit, surrounded by broken corpses. There was even a blood rain falling from above. The remaining infantrymen under the blood rain were like walking corpses, standing still.
In front of these remnants of the Qing army, the fierce general who had just swept across the battlefield like a monster was picking his ears as if nothing had happened.
This scene was too strange.
Then, when the Ming army shouted that the Great Ancestor had appeared, their fear of the supernatural power instantly crushed their already fragile nerves.
Thus, the collapse was inevitable.
All of the remaining Qing troops, be it infantry or cavalry, turned around and ran madly towards the central army in the north. The Ming army, supported by the divine manifestation of Taizu, was also chasing after them crazily. This intensified the panic of the Qing army, and this crazy run began to develop towards the destruction of the camp. Aidu, who had originally wanted to gather his troops, had completely lost control of the situation under the assault of the chaotic army. He and his central troops had no choice but to be wrapped up in defeat. In fact, even if he had gathered his troops, there was no point in fighting now. Failure was already the inevitable outcome.
And their defeat also meant the end of this war.
The Ming army had a total of 7,000 against the Qing army of 6,000. In the end, they managed to wipe out more than half of the enemy and achieved a true victory.
Or it could be said that it was a great victory that had never been seen before.
In this battle, the casualties of the Ming army were less than 2,000, but the number of enemies they had killed exceeded 3,000. In the past decades, the two sides had fought countless battles, but when had the Ming army ever won such a glorious victory?
Standing at the foot of Ningyuan City and looking at the defeated Qing army and the Ming army chasing after them, all the Ming generals felt like they were in a dream.
However, they soon saw the person who had brought them victory. He was sitting on a warhorse, covered in the enemy's blood and arrows, holding a spiked club, and standing like a god in the setting sun. He was the fierce man who had dominated the entire battlefield not long ago...
"Greetings, Your Majesty!"
All the generals and soldiers of the Ming army kowtowed to the ground.
This was a sincere kowtow.
What they were kowtowing to was not the title of an emperor, the symbol of a dynasty, or the symbol of a sovereign power, but the dignity of a powerhouse. In this world where the strong were respected, emperors were not worthy of respect. Ever since people started to call out that generals, generals, and nobles were better off being respected, the sovereign power in this land had lost its dignity. The emperors took turns sitting in their homes. A sovereign who had lost the halo of a powerhouse was no different from an ant.
And in front of him was an expert.
In this battle, he alone had killed almost as many enemies as the 7,000-strong army. If such a person was not considered a strong expert, then who else could be considered a strong expert?
Moreover, he was an expert with a crown on his head.
"Get up, you guys did well!”
Li Daoxuan said as he sat on his warhorse.
"Your Majesty, what should we do next?"
Tang Yu said as he lay on the ground.
"Next, next, chop off the heads of all the Tartars on this battlefield, dead or alive. Then hang their heads on the walls of Ningyuan. I suddenly find that their braids are a good thing. It makes it much easier to hang their heads. Let's see if we can hang one head on every arrow mound on the walls of Ningyuan!”
Li Daoxuan said with a smile.
The generals also laughed.
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