Zhao Bing raised the flag and rushed, and the battle flag was hovering. The wind was whistling in his ears, the sound of hooves was shaking, and the dull horns were heartbroken. He stared at the fast gang of enemy cavalry in front of him. The guards following closely adjusted their direction and formation according to the battle flag, as if they were moving forward and stabbed the enemy army.

His feet hit the horse's belly lightly again, and the horse accelerated again. At this time, Zhao Bing actually had some inappropriate trance. The situation since the time traveled, flashed in front of his eyes:

The sedan chair riding in the suburbs of Quanzhou was knocked over by the Mongol cavalry. He looked at the falling iron hooves in horror and shivered. At that moment, he felt that death was so close to him, and even forgot to struggle and shout. On the epidemic ship, looking at the soldiers with disheveled eyes, he thought that he might die, and then be thrown into the sea, and he felt unwilling and helpless.

When he first attacked Guangzhou, Zhao Bing walked onto the battlefield for the first time. Looking at the broken corpses everywhere, the ruined cities, and the panic-like people, he did not feel too happy, but appreciated the cruelty of the real war. He killed the rebels and traitors who surrendered to the Mongolian Yuan in the city, and the begging and cursings of those dying people, he also panicked himself, feeling that his hands were covered with blood that could not be washed away.

Outside the Jiuzhou Ocean, he led the navy of the commander's mansion to intercept the Mongolian Yuan navy. Under his personal command, he sank and destroyed the enemy ships. He witnessed the enemy soldiers turning into pieces of meat under the violent impact, and the sea was filled with floating corpses. He saw the horrible scene of fish and shrimps swallowing. Afterwards, he vomited so much that he had been dark, and the nightmare accompanied him for a long time.

After that, he experienced more and more wars. He could calmly face the sea of ​​corpses and blood on the bay of Yashan and Bay, and calmly watch hundreds of heads of the Pu family in Quanzhou landing on the ground, and blood sprinkled over the Zhao family's ancestral hall; in the Shaoxing imperial tomb, he could build a city with his enemy's corpses, and could feel extremely refreshing.

After experiencing the battle of regaining Lin'an, the battle of Taicang water, the siege of Ezhou, and even the battles of Yangzhou, Xiangfan and other northern expeditions, Zhao Bing personally visited the battlefield and even fought. No matter which time, he killed corpses everywhere and blood flowed. In the second northern expedition, although he was dispatched in the middle of the rear, he had corpses and heads rolling along the way.

When Zhao Bing saw that his heart became hard, he could kill the enemy on the battlefield without changing his face, hang the enemy's heads under the horse's neck, and would not cry secretly for the death of his familiar generals, and be heartbroken for their sacrifice; he could order the soldiers to rush into the battlefield of death without hesitation; calmly entrust thousands of judges and evil gentry to execute their heads, hang their heads on the city to show their public, and confiscate their property, and take their wives and daughters into official slaves.

As Zhao Bing got farther and farther away from the battlefield, it was hard to hear the sound of gunfire and the roar of life fighting. The tragic battle between the two sides was not seen. The lives that died in the war seemed to have turned into a string of ink traces. He also became indifferent to this, thinking that this was just a price that had to be paid to win.

But Li Zhen's death touched Zhao Bing's long-silent heart. In addition, he remembered the cruelty of the war again, and also aroused his urge to return to the battlefield to fight with the enemy. He wanted to use this to comfort the sacrificed soldiers, eliminate the suppressed anger in his heart, and end this damn war as soon as possible...

"Roar, roar..." Zhao Bing roared and urged the war horse. Yuhua Cong under his seat seemed to feel the master's blood burning. With a neighing sound, he increased his speed again, as if flying past the grass tip. He looked at the enemy cavalry team opposite, and had completed the formation transformation, and arranged an arc to meet him, trying to wrap them up and annihilate them in one fell swoop.

"Bang, bang, bang..." The two armies moving towards each other quickly approached. After entering the range, Zhao Bing inserted the flag into the stirrup, pulled out his gun to shoot at the enemy. He pulled the trigger with his right hand and quickly pulled the bolt with his left hand to load the bullet. Every time the bullet just entered the chamber, it was fired, and in a blink of an eye, the seven bullets in the bullet barrel were empty.

The current tactic of the Song cavalry fighting with the enemy is to take the initiative and use cavalry rifles to quickly pour firepower into the two armies before the intersection. The cavalry bows generally equipped by the Mongolian and Yuan cavalry are inferior to those of the Song army, and they can only be beaten passively. It was this advantage that the Song army used this advantage to weaken the frontal enemy as much as possible, suppress their archers, and cause them large casualties, winning the fighter opportunity to break the formation.

Zhao Bing almost shot without any bullets. With each gunshot, the enemy was knocked down, but his target was actually a horse, not an enemy cavalry on the seat. This was not because of the bad shooting skills. In addition to the large target of the war horse, it was easy to hit the target, and it was difficult for the fallen cavalry to survive when the two sides were hedged. It was not because of the horse being injured, but because he could not avoid it, he was trampled by the war horses behind him.

While Zhao Bing fired, the others also opened fire. The gunshots of ping-pong sounds were continuous, and the enemy riders on the opposite side were also crowded with people slumping over under the dense rain of bullets. There was a gap in front of them, which forced the other party to slow down, adjust the formation, and fill the gap, but it was not so easy when they ran quickly.

"I am the master of the flag for Your Majesty!" When the emperor took the lead in charge, everyone was shocked. If the emperor died in such a small-scale conflict, wouldn't it be a joke in the world? And they would die a hundred deaths. So when His Majesty urged his horse to rush forward, Xu Hong and several personal guards also followed quickly, but His Majesty was quick, and they urged the horse several times before riding with him. He snatched the flag and surpassed the emperor and said loudly.

Gu Feng

"Subs are here to protect the emperor!" Niu Laifu, Peng Hu, He Bao, Liu Tong and others also caught up with the left and right horses to protect the left and right. The two teams of cavalry in the back also took the opportunity to find a gap to surpass the emperor and protect him.

"Okay!" Zhao Bing could say something besides helpless at this time. While quickly retreating from the empty bullet, he quickly replaced a new response.

However, in a moment, the two sides who charged were only a hundred steps apart, and they poured firepower to the opponent at the last moment of the battle. The Mongolian and Yuan cavalry tried their best to shoot the arrows in their hands at the Song army, and they also fired the bullets in the gun chamber as fast as possible, in order to cause the greatest casualties to the opponent and facilitate the breakthrough below.

Fifty steps, forty steps, thirty steps... After the guards shot bullets in the gun chamber, they put their cavalry into the saddle-side gun bag, pulled out their saber to prepare to fight in close combat. "The Great Song Dynasty!" With the roar, the two armies collided. Due to the heavy rain of bullets in front of the Yuan army, the formation became scattered and sparse. The remaining dozens of cavalry could not stop the full impact of the Song army, and the horses were slashed and dropped off the horses.

Zhao Bing, who followed the cavalry and rushed past the open gap. He had no chance to swing his sword, and then broke through the Yuan army's formation and ran forward. After running hundreds of steps, they gradually lowered their horse speed and prepared to reorganize the formation. "The scouts of the second army did not follow!" The guard in charge of the rear cut reported loudly.

"Kill back and save people!" Zhao Bing looked back and did not see the figures of Hao Fu and other scouts. There were gunfires behind him. He ordered without hesitation, ready to turn around and kill.

"A team of escorts His Majesty first, and the rest will follow me to save people!" Xu Hong handed over the flag to the guards beside him and ordered.

"Your Majesty..." Under Xu Hong's order, a group of people turned right and prepared to return to save the person. The group of people escorting Zhao Bing should have continued to move forward, but he turned his head and turned left. Niu Laifu wanted to grab the reins of His Majesty, but grabbed the sky and said anxiously.

"How can I leave them behind and escape alone!" Zhao Bing said angrily. Their military strength was at an absolute disadvantage, but it was only because the two armies suddenly met and took advantage of weapons that they could break through smoothly. Although the enemy troops on the front were losing more than a hundred men, they still had the advantage of military strength. At this time, the enemy team scattered around them must have surrounded them. If they divide their troops again, they may not be able to save people and they will be trapped in it.

"Oh!" Niu Defu could only sigh, but his heart was very moved. So what if he followed such an emperor to die in battle...

Hao Fu docked a spear that was stabbing in his side, and slashed the enemy's back with a knife, but the knife fell to the empty, and only cut a bloody mouth on the butt of his war horse. But he didn't have time to look closely, and then he met the horse that rushed up. As the two horses intersected, he leaned over to avoid the sword that was cut horizontally. He dragged his right knife but cut the enemy's lower abdomen. The sharp blade cut his skirt and armor with the help of the war horse's rushing, cutting his stomach about a foot, and blood gushed out, and the man immediately fell off the horse.

‘Bang!’ Before Hao Fu could stand up, he was hit hard on his back. He clearly heard the sound of porcelain pieces in his back armor, but he also removed most of the force for him. He knocked off the horse's belly, and the horse rushed forward to avoid the next blow, and at the same time, the knife in his hand was handed out and inserted into the opponent's belly. After the wrist, the horse pulled out the knife with its rush forward. The muffled sound of the horse falling from behind him came.

Although the confrontation was completed in an instant, after several obstacles, Hao Fu's horse speed had dropped, lost the rush, and several horses rushed over. Seeing that the breakthrough in front had closed, it was almost impossible to rush over. In fact, when they started charging, he felt that the Mongolian horse he was sitting on could not keep up with the horses of the imperial guards.

Mongolian horses are tough and good at running long distances, but the horse speed is slow, not as long as short-distance sprints. The horses that the imperial guards are riding in are longer than sprints, and they can increase their speed to the extreme with only a hundred steps. Hao Fu started urging the horse to sprint when he was still more than 300 steps away from the enemy, and could only barely keep up with the team. When he made the final charge, he still couldn't keep up with his footsteps. He could only watch the imperial guards behind him swept past him.
Chapter completed!