"It's too late."

Xu Shizhen, the commander of the cavalry of Jingyuan Brigade, whispered silently.

The Tartars suddenly flashed from the east of Jinzhou City, and their horses were much better than the Jingyuan cavalry. Therefore, when they appeared in sight, they were divided into two parts and covered the east and west sides of Jinzhou to prevent infantry from being attacked by sneak attacks. The Jingyuan Brigade was still unable to gather all together.

Xu Shizhen estimated that when they rushed in front of him, the Jingyuan cavalry on the other side could not come.

This is the flaw of his third brother - Xu Shiyang especially likes to divide the troops into several parts and block all dangerous places step by step.

Doing this way is not easy to make mistakes, but it seems very unspiritual. It is easy to be attacked by experienced opponents and be caught off guard.

Xu Shizhen felt more and more that his third brother was not a general who performed well on the spot - or to put it bluntly, in terms of command, Xu Shiyang was a mediocre general.

but…….

Xu Shizhen looked around and even though he could see that reinforcements could not arrive before the arrival of the Tartars, everyone could only use about 500 and a half cavalry to fight against the 7,800 Iron Cavalry, but all the comrades in half of the Jingyuan Brigade did not show any panic expression.

‘The third brother is really good at training troops.’

Xu Shizhen has absolute confidence in the quality of the new army soldiers.

Since that's the case, let's try it with your quality!

"Everyone dismounted!"

The first "child guards" of Xu Shiyang, who was now in charge of the command of half of the Jingyuan Brigade, Li Xiushen, 480 soldiers from four horse-riding infantry companies dismounted at the same time, and each company was assigned 20 people to take care of the horses. The remaining 400 soldiers held short muskets and lined up in two thin fronts, blocking the only way for the Tartars to charge.

According to the infantry carving script, if an enemy cavalry encounters a rushing formation, the infantry should form a defensive formation, and Jingyuan Brigade counts half an infantry, so the infantry carving script should be implemented at this time.

However, Li Xiushen trusted his subordinates very much. As one of the earliest established units of the New Army, Jingyuan Brigade was the only unit that did not undergo large-scale veteran rotation during its establishment. It even continuously added veterans who could ride horses from other brigades (such as Xu Shizhen). Therefore, Jingyuan Brigade was the unit with the highest proportion of veterans in the entire New Army, which was higher than Dingyuan Brigade.

These veterans were the biggest capital for Li Xiushen to face the charge of the Tartar cavalry. He was the one who set up a seemingly thin two-row horizontal formation.

‘You can’t set up a square formation. If the Tartars bypass me, they will have the opportunity to directly attack the artillery positions and must block them here.’

Li Xiushen thought to himself:

‘My musket barrel is short, and its range and accuracy are much worse than that of the infantry flintlock, and even the bayonet is short, so I won’t have a chance to shoot a second time.’

‘My biggest dependence is the first round of volleys!’

Opposite the Jingyuan cavalry, 700 fully armed Jin cavalry trotted to the charge distance.

A Jurchen Mouke, who was in charge of commanding these cavalry, narrowed his eyes and observed the battlefield for a moment, and then was overjoyed.

The Han people in a unified red military uniform opposite were very thin, with only two rows of front lines in front and back, and these two rows of front lines were also tightly attached, looking like a thin red line.

This red line is very slender and almost completely blocked his charge route.

But this seems meaningless - there is no way, so just make a way out from the Han people.

As long as it can break through, this thin red line will immediately turn into a waste, and he can even force the defeated troops to attack the enemy's artillery.

"Chance!"

Mouke shouted:

"Everyone follows me! Kill me!"

Someone blew the conch horn, and 700 cavalry followed Mouke and gradually began to accelerate.

2,800 horse hooves hit the ground hard, and the rumbling sound of horse hooves shocked people's hearts; all the Tartars screamed in unison, and the sharp and harsh screams were harsh.

At any time, the momentum of the cavalry charge was very amazing. In the past, infantry often was crushed by this momentum before they had contacted the enemy, so they were beaten with less but easily won.

But this time, the Tartars faced the gradually modernized new army of Qi. Although they were at a disadvantage in their military strength, they used infantry to fight against cavalry, and although the enemy's momentum was amazing and had many terrifying reputations, all the Jingyuan cavalry remained motionless, like two rows of statues, holding guns in their hands, waiting quietly for the enemy to approach.

Fifty steps away, many Tartar cavalry stood up in stirrups. These veterans with superb riding skills gave up the reins and controlled the horses perfectly with their legs. They held bows and arrows in their spare hands, leaned forward, howling while shooting light arrows at the Qi army.

At this distance, shooting with a bow is more like a mess than a harassment attack.

The soldiers of Jingyuan Brigade completely ignored the light arrows flying in front of them, and still maintained their original posture, quietly waiting for the moment when the winner was decided.

The distance between the two armies was close to forty steps, and the Tartars Mouke had a little panic for no reason. He even began to doubt whether he was facing humans - because in his impression, no infantry could face the psychological pressure given by superior cavalry so calmly - let alone the Han people, even the real Jurchen warriors could not be in such a thin formation without changing their face.

But that's how his enemies did.

Nearly thirty steps away, the infantry in short red uniforms remained unmoved, and they had not even raised their guns.

Li Xiusen looked at the enemy who was approaching him calmly until he could see the hideous and distorted ugly face of the Tartars opposite, and he gave the first order loudly:

"Rise the gun and aim!"

Immediately, Xu Shizhen and the other three company commanders repeated the orders at the same time:

"Rise the gun and aim!"

Two rows of soldiers raised their guns at the same time, and the second row of soldiers stretched out the barrel of the gun from the gap of their comrades in front of them. 400 flintlock rifles were held in both hands, and the butt was pressed against their shoulders, pointing steadily to the enemy whose distance was only 20 steps away.

"preparation!"

"preparation!"

Xu Shizhen repeated Li Xiushen's orders, his mind was blank, and he felt neither fear nor excitement at all.

He and all the soldiers were like a machine at this time, quietly waiting for the final order.

Ten steps away.

Xu Shizhen even felt that he had already smelled the stinky mouth of the Tartars.

"Open fire!"

"Open fire!"

Mix!!!

Large smoke rose above the soldiers of Jingyuan Brigade, and their gun barrels spewed out long tongues of flames. 400 flintlock guns fired at the same time, nearly 370 guns were fired smoothly, with a firing rate of more than 90%.

The dense lead bullets swept across the Tartar cavalry array like a sickle. The two rows of cavalry in front fell down from their horses, including the Mouke himself.

The deafening gunfire and pungent smoke stimulated the sensitive nasal cavity of the war horses. The horses that had lost their master's control were standing up in shock and blocked all the attack routes of the Tartar cavalry behind them.
Chapter completed!