Chapter 431 Kill through the enemy!
As the war drums sounded, Ou Zanghua, wearing armor, carried the long sword Feng He Jiu Yue on his waist.

A centurion came over with a white horse and advised, "Master Ou, a white horse is too conspicuous on the battlefield. How about changing to a black horse?"

"That makes sense, let's change it!" Ou Zanghua nodded decisively.

After a while, the captain replaced the horse with a black one.

After Ou Zanghua climbed onto his horse, he took the blunderbuss from the captain, spurred his horse, and galloped towards the gathering place of the cavalry on the left and right wings.

The elite cavalry unit, which originally had a mighty force of up to 6,000 people, has lost nearly 1,000 people after days of fierce fighting, and now there are only more than 4,000 people left to go to the battlefield.

"Everyone, in the next battle, I will be the vanguard, Marquis Yongkang will be on the left wing, and Earl Guangen will be on the right wing. My requirements are not high, just follow me!" Ou Zanghua looked at these soldiers, laughed and asked: "You are all veterans who have experienced hundreds of battles, you can't even keep up with a weak scholar like me?"

"Don't worry, Lord Ou, we are wherever you are!"

"Master Ou, please run faster on your horse, or we will overtake you."

"I will follow Lord Ou until death!"

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For a moment, all kinds of shouts came from the crowd, and everyone couldn't help laughing. Even if they competed with the real Mongolian cavalry, they would not lose out. How could they not be able to keep up with a civil official like Lord Ou?

"That's great," Ou Zanghua nodded with a smile, adjusted his horse's head to look at the location of the Mongolian camp and said, "Turn swords into plows to cultivate my fields. Turn plows into swords to protect my rivers and mountains! Gentlemen, since someone doesn't want us to live well, let's bury them and follow me to kill the enemy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ou Zanghua took the lead and rushed out from the gate on the right.

"Kill through the enemy!!!"

The four thousand elite cavalrymen behind him followed closely behind. Amid the roar of horse hooves, fifty powerful cannons under the command of Taoist Wang Chengwu were the first to unleash their power.

One shell after another flew over three miles and landed in the Mongolian front army camp, piercing several bodies.

The front army general Huoshai was stunned. He never expected that the Ming army's artillery could fire so far.

He looked up at the sky and couldn't help cursing in his heart, why the hell hasn't it rained yet? !

As he was thinking about it, a drop of rain fell on the tip of his nose.

Then the second drop, the third drop
After a while, drops of rain began to fall.

Huoshai was immediately overjoyed and ordered, "Everyone, wait, prepare to attack!"

At this moment, a thunderous sound of horse hooves was heard. Huoshai turned his head and saw a group of Ming cavalry suddenly rushing out of the camp and killing towards the right army.

The general of the Mongolian right army was Dayan Khan's seventh son, Alborot. When he saw that the Ming army was actually treating him as an opponent, he immediately led his tribe, drew their bows and arrows, aimed at the Ming army, and poured out another round of intensive rain of arrows.

In an instant, nearly a hundred soldiers in the Ming army camp were unfortunately shot by arrows and fell off their horses one after another. The scene was extremely tragic.

But when the right army was about to shoot again, the Ming army had already rushed to within thirty feet, and the soldiers in the front row raised their muskets and aimed at the Mongols.

All that was heard was a series of "bang!" "bang!" noises, and a large number of Mongols fell down.

Alborot didn't care. He just wanted to keep the Ming army in suspense. Anyway, they had the advantage in numbers and would be able to wipe out this cavalry sooner or later!
But what he didn't expect was that this Ming army just shuffled in front of the right army, then turned a corner and rushed towards the Mongolian camp. Albolot and Huoshai were both stunned, and then they realized that the other side was going to counterattack!
"Front army, defend the right side!" Huoshai roared. The soldiers on the right side of the front army had just adjusted themselves when they saw the Ming army rushing towards them with an unstoppable momentum like a god of death.

"Drink!"

Two Mongolian soldiers raised their spears and stabbed at the same time. Ou Zanghua used the iron gun as a hammer and swept through the enemy with one blow, knocking both the soldiers and their spears off their horses.

Then he drew out the long sword Fenghe Jiyue in his right hand, and held the long-handled iron gun in his left hand, directly transforming into a double-sword style, with one hand light and elegant, agile and fast, and the other hand heavy sword without edge, great skill and simplicity. The whole person was like a drill, with no enemies in front of him, and he rushed into the front army in an instant.

The two armies met, the sound of horses' hooves thundered, and shouts of killing shook the sky. The Ming cavalry collided with the Mongolian vanguard, and a fierce hand-to-hand fight broke out. Spears and scimitars collided in the air, sparks flew. War horses rushed across the battlefield, trampling the ground into dust.

In terms of archery and horsemanship, the Ming army was inferior to the Mongolian cavalry, but in terms of hand-to-hand combat, the Mongolian cavalry was also no match for the Ming army.

After all, while the Mongols were enduring the winter on the grasslands, the Ming army could eat full meals in the Beijing camp and even have meat every few days. The physique, strength and endurance of both sides were not at the same level.

Although it cannot reach the level of one Han being equal to five Hu in the Western Han Dynasty, it is still no problem to be an erhu.

In addition, the vanguard was Ou Zanghua who was firing at full power, and for a while he actually defeated the front army.

When the Mongolian right army sent some troops to support, they looked at the two armies fighting each other and did not dare to shoot rashly for fear of hurting friendly forces.

The blood of both sides intertwined, dyeing the grassland red and the warriors' uniforms red.

Zhang Miaosan fought hard to reduce the burden for the brothers behind him, but a sharp knife came from somewhere and he was not paying attention for a moment and was stabbed in the abdomen.

"Come and die!" Zhang Miaosan shouted angrily, and killed the Mongolian who attacked him with a backhanded sword. When he looked up, he could only see the blurry figure of Ou Zanghua in front of him.

The Jiangxi man, "Master Ou", felt a black screen in front of his eyes and fell off his horse. In the end, he was unable to catch up with Master Ou.

As Zhang Miaosan fell, Ma Xiaosi, also a man from Jiangxi, took his place and took the most dangerous position on the battlefield.

This cousin who usually always has a warm smile on his face, now seems like a different person, his eyes are wide open, revealing an unprecedented determination.

In the battle, he swung his sword countless times until the blade curled. Ma Xiaosi thrust the curled sword into the enemy's chest with one hand. His movements were so swift and fierce that it was astonishing.

Then, he took advantage of the situation, seized the enemy's spear into his arms, and stabbed another enemy.

At this time, a tall man appeared in front of Ou Zanghua. He was riding a horse, making the horse look much smaller.

With a dull "clang" sound, the man's saber blocked Ou Zanghua's long-handled musket.

The man's eyes narrowed, and he looked at Ou Zanghua and said, "What a strong force! Come and tell me your name!"

However, in the next moment, a long sword came out like a spirit snake, with a frightening cold light, cutting through the air at lightning speed, passing over the man's arms with incomparable precision, and then piercing deeply into his chest. Ou Zanghua was skilled, and with a slight flick of his wrist, the long sword cut the man's heart in two like cutting silk.

“Woo!”

The man only felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if thousands of needles were piercing him at the same time. He instantly lost all his strength and fell off the horse.

He could vaguely hear a joke: "Do you think this is the filming of Romance of the Three Kingdoms?" Before the words were finished, his world fell into darkness.
(End of this chapter)