At this time, the battle at the foot of Miaofeng Mountain had begun.

Withdrawing from Wangpingkou City, the Red Turban Army, who rushed four kilometers to reach the blocking point, happened to meet with Du Wenhuan, who escaped here along the Yongding River beach.

Of course, Du Wenhuan can already see the chasing Ma family army behind him.

"Array!"

Deputy Commander Yu Xing shouted.

The panting Red Turban Army and militia were arranged on the river beach at the fastest speed. Although only two-thirds of this association were withdrawn, the militia was almost the same as a reorganized association. The infantry association was different from the cavalry, and the total strength was actually 2,500. As for the combat effectiveness of those militias, there was no need to worry about the combat effectiveness of those militias. These militias were originally trained according to the tactical tactics of the Beijing camp, but the training level was incomparable to the regular army. After all, the militia actually did not fire many bullets a year, but the tactics of the two armies were the same. Once the losses in the Beijing camp were needed to be supplemented, they were originally recruited directly from the militia.

However, there should have been artillery soldiers, which are light field artillery battalions, and reconnaissance cavalry, etc., but now they are all light infantry.

Moreover, those militia did not have standard fire guns, just bird guns or the like.

But this is not a problem. After all, what they need to do is not a bloody battle to the end.

At this time, the Yongding River was dry and frozen. A brigade-level formation crossed the river valley, protecting two channels north and south of Miaofeng Mountain behind that allow cavalry to pass through.

Du Wenhuan and his three hundred clans who had already run over were hesitating behind...

"Go to the end, Yang Feng will remember our affection!"

He gritted his teeth and said.

The old man nodded.

Their three hundred elite cavalry immediately moved forward, and the few women riding horses behind continued to flee east with a few children, including Du Wenhuan's son Du Hongyu.

Yu Xing unexpectedly looked at Du Wenhuan who returned, but didn't say much.

At this time, the cavalry on the opposite side were already re-arranged. They were chasing all the way, and the war horses needed to take a breath before continuing to attack. In fact, the narrow valley did not have any formation, which was less than 300 meters wide in total. There were mountains and forests on both sides, and there was an iced river channel in the middle. What else should I do about this kind of terrain? Let's gather a little and take a breath, and then rush directly with a spear.

Most of Ma Gui's subordinates were the ones who resisted Yang Feng the most resolutely and had a natural hatred towards the Red Turban Army, but their equipment level was worse.

After all, they are far away in the northwest, and the current advancement of military technology has little impact on them.

They then launched an attack along the river beach.

Du Wenhuan looked at Yu Xing...

The latter waved his hand at him, signaling their cavalry not to attack.

Since Du Wenhuan was so honest, he would stay honest. He said that only the Du family members in Datong were left, and he would not be willing to go out to fight bloody battles.

Just protect the two wings of the Red Turban Army.

The cavalry on the opposite side continued to run wildly, and they picked up spears on their backs, as if an outbreak of mountain torrents hit the narrow river beach.

The Red Turban Army was waiting silently, and all the officers stood in front, quietly watching the torrent of the cavalry entering the range.

"Open fire!"

Yu Xing shouted.

The front row musketeers quickly pulled the trigger, then put away the musket and turned to the next passage, and the second row then stepped forward to aim and fire, and then went forward one after another. Six rounds of shooting were completed in a blink of an eye. The first row was originally loaded at the back, and the actual Sur-style mesh gun started a new round of shooting. All musketeers faced the enemy getting closer and closer, and all fired mechanically in turn. Although the cavalry was fast, for a cavalry that had been running for a long time, a distance of 300 meters would take one minute...

The real cavalry charge range of full speed is extremely short, which is only a hundred meters.

The real charge is slow steps, fast steps, trots, and sprints, but most of them are slow steps, and the speed is actually only a few kilometers per hour.

The standard for trotting is only about twenty per hour.

What really shows the cavalry's sprint is the last hundred-meter charge.

When the first row of musketeers completed the second round of shooting, the cavalry who had left behind all the dead bodies also arrived in front of their formation. All musketeers on the front line retreated to the back of the spearmen as fast as possible, and the spearmen quickly set up a jungle of six rows of spears. The enemy cavalry would not hit hard, and they instinctively chose to circumnavigate the second line to rush to the flank, but the dense firepower of the second line musketeers made them continue to drop dead bodies, and at this time their war horses could no longer maintain their initial sprint speed.

Another front-line musketeers also began to shoot at them behind the spearmen.

Exhausted and lossy cavalry finally arrived in front of the second-tier musketeers, these shameless guys also retreated behind the spearman.

And behind them are the third-line musketeers.

The cavalry could no longer rush.

The continuous full-speed sprint has exhausted their horses. Continuously moving forward, they must slow down to slow steps, and then continue to withstand the dense firepower of the three lines.

In front of the second-line spearmen, they angrily stabbed the spear in their hands, raised the convex gun to shoot, and some people shot at their opponents with bows and arrows, but the spear formation remained unmoved. All spearmen ignored death and stabbed the cavalry with dense spears. The flanking musketeers were constantly shooting. Even the musketeers who had retreated behind the spears completed the loading and joining the shooting of the cavalry.

The musketeers who had no time to load them again installed bayonets and rushed directly to the cavalry.

The chaotic bloody battle made the dead bodies of war horses quickly accumulate in the valley, and even the blood melted into the ice surface, and the blocked cavalry completely lost the possibility of breakthrough.

At the same time, the three-line formation moved forward and joined the melee between cavalry and infantry.

The spearmen, crowded with spearmen, were in neat steps, pushing forward like a terrible knife chariot. Under the protection of their spears, the musketeers with bayonets insidiously stabbed the cavalry from bottom to top with short spear-like mesh guns into the parts of the cavalry without armor protection.

Gunshots, yellings, and screams echoed in the valley.

But Du Wenhuan's subordinates still did not receive the order to attack.

"Young Marshal, Ma Gui is in trouble this time."

The old man said, looking at the bloody battle that was so close to him.

Indeed, if the Red Turban Army had this kind of combat power, Magui would be in trouble. Their raid would have to turn into a bloody battle, and there were more than one million militias around the capital.

"Then we should avenge our revenge!"

Du Wenhuan said.

At the same time, the cavalry finally began to retreat.

"Oh, it's time for us to kill all these dogs!"

Du Wenhuan looked at the flag waving there, raised his short gun and shouted.

The elite Du family servants who were raising their strength roared excitedly and launched a counterattack on their enemies...

At this time, His Royal Highness, who had just arrived at the Huangji Sect in the imperial city, also faced the surging militia.

"Crown Prince, it's the prince!"

"Kill him to death and avenge the general!"

...

Then countless angry roars resounded throughout the palace.

The militiamen pouring in from the Meridian Gate ran towards His Royal Highness without hesitation, waving all kinds of weapons in their hands.

His Highness the Crown Prince was shocked.

He never thought it would be like this!

In his naive fantasy, he showed the prince's dignity, and with the order here, these subjects must obey.

He is the prince.

He is the governor.

With Yang Feng, a treacherous minister, he had to honestly retreat to the palace, but this treacherous minister was dead, and the capital was the biggest. He came out and conquered the 100,000 civilians in the capital, and then held this powerful military force, so he had the ability to ensure the position of the prince. He even announced directly in the capital that his father was dead, and then he directly succeeded the throne, and the rest was nothing more than an official title. Anyway, the northern provinces had already rebelled his father, and they dared not continue to recognize his father in the future...

The three northern provinces have already received the Hongguang reign. Even if Yang Feng dies, they probably won’t dare to recognize his father anymore.

What if his father makes a list afterwards?

Besides, his father also disappointed the gentry.

It can be said that his recovery of the three northern provinces and the Northwest Group is not a big problem.

In the end, he occupied the entire north, and he divided the world with his father and his uncle. The only thing left was that he gradually solved these two families with force.

But no matter what, he was invincible if he subdued these 100,000 Beijing militias.

But……

At this moment, he had a blank mind in his mind when he was truly facing this torrent of anger.

"Go to the Emperor's Palace!"

Sun Chengzong, who was chasing out, yelled.

His Highness the Crown Prince immediately woke up and turned around in horror and ran towards the Huangji Palace behind him. Wang An and Zheng Dong quickly closed the Huangji Gate, and then everyone ran towards the Huangji Palace together.

But the action of closing the door was meaningless. The soldiers and militias were both armed with guns, and the muskets kept firing at the door bolt of the Huangji Gate. One or two bullets with powerful penetration quickly penetrated the door panel and interrupted the door bolt inside. Then the door was instantly knocked open by angry militias. They roared the slogan of tearing the prince into the Huangji Gate and rushed to the hall ahead that had been burned in history.

In the hall, Sun Chengzong was not afraid of danger, and commanded his subordinates to move out all the decorations in the hall to block the three steps. However, this was actually futile. After all, there were two left and right, and there were two behind the Huangji Hall. The best choice at this time was actually to continue escaping, but the problem was that at this time, it was no longer possible to escape from Donghua Gate, and could only escape from Xihua Gate and Xuanwu Gate, but it was not under Zheng Dong's control.

"Nine thousand years old, the crown prince is here, how dare you be rude!"

Wang An stood in front of the Huangji Palace like a desperate struggle, looking at the Nine Thousand Years who were surrounded by militia below.

Under the steps in front of him, the militia rushing away quickly, pouring in from the two gates of the middle right and the middle left, and then rushed up from the left and right steps of the Zhongji Hall to complete the encirclement of the Huangji Hall.

And Jiu Qiansui suddenly squeezed out of the crowd and stopped the militia who was about to attack upwards...

"Stop, stop!"

He shouted.

The prince's highness, who was almost crying behind Wang An, immediately showed a surprise look.
Chapter completed!