Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 782 The Prince Breaks the Thieves

  The advantage of the cavalry lies in its unparalleled impact.

  The iron cavalry of the Ming army, galloping like lightning, slammed into the Tatar army who had no time to react and didn't even run the horse.

  Suddenly... people turned on their backs.

  Countless people were knocked away.

   The Ming army cavalry rushing forward, sometimes they were not stopped, and they were thrown out as usual due to this terrible inertia, and collided with the Tatars on the opposite side, and both hit each other until their heads were split.

   The person who rushed to the front was almost suicidal.

  Even if it was Zhu Houzhao, if he hadn't learned how to bow and horse since he was a child, he missed a frontal collision with sharp eyes, swung his knife from the side, and chopped off a Tatar, he would have been knocked into the air by this moment.

But the war horses were still galloping, they knocked away one by one Tatars, and the galloping iron cavalry waved their swords like crazy, when the Tatars who were stationed on the spot wanted to fight back, the people had gone away, But the cavalry that swarmed in behind rushed forward like a flood.

  Thousands of Tatars, even if they raised their spirits, now... they suddenly feel powerless.

  Now, the Ming Iron Cavalry is cavalry, but they are at best infantry on horseback. They can only spin around in place, desperately trying to control the horses that are sitting down, and everyone is crowded into a group.

  Countless heads were cut by the sword that cut the horse, or the heads fell, or the strength was insufficient, so the heads were tilted, still connected to the neck, and blood mist sprayed out.

   A moment later, Zhu Houzhao led the galloping cavalry, directly through the Tatar cavalry.

  The entire Tatar cavalry was split up in an instant.

   This is still a Tatar tactic.

  Thinking back in those days, by virtue of flying shots, relying on the tactics of attacking one point and dividing and encircling, the Tatars had defeated countless Han dynasty.

  But now... they have tasted this.

The leader of the Ming army is obviously familiar with the tactics of the Tatars. His swift and fierce attack, without delay, is to make the tactics of the Tatars ineffective; he has found the weakest point in the Tatar formation, To launch the final sprint without hesitation is to never give the Tatars a chance to regroup, prepare for war, and gain a firm foothold.

  Zhu Houzhao is like the tip of a long knife. He is at the sharpest point. Wherever he passes, countless people follow him, and thousands of iron hooves roll up grass clippings and dust on the ground.

   And the Tatars desperately discovered that all of this...seems familiar. Isn't this the way their cavalry slaughtered the Han army back then?

After piercing through the Tatar army, Zhu Houzhao didn't stop, because even if he pierced through, the opponent might regroup, so his horse was still galloping, and then he started galloping around the panicked Tatar army Without saying a word, he raised his bow and arrow: "Zhang Gong!"

  Countless people skillfully took bows and set arrows.

The Ming cavalry, who have already been familiar with this, can no longer be familiar with it. By the time the Tatars tried to regroup in vain, they had already separated from the Tatar army. When regrouping, in an instant, arrows rained down again.

  Countless Tatars, after being sprinted, were already in a mess and overwhelmed, with heavy casualties. Before they could take any action, the rain of arrows fell into them, one after another, and countless howls came out.

   And here's... another chance.

  Zhu Houzhao had seen the new weakness of the Tatars, he took the knife and shouted: "Come!"

  Countless iron cavalry followed Zhu Houzhao without hesitation, and rushed towards the Tatars in the northeast corner without hesitation.

According to legend, at the beginning, the ancestors of the Tatars used this terrible method of warfare, constantly wandering, flying, looking for opportunities, thrusting, and confusing them, but they kept their horses and never let each other fight together. Opportunities to fight and fight each other, but to quickly leave the battlefield, and finally continue to wander, take advantage of the chaos, fly and shoot, and then...continue to stab!

  This method of warfare has made countless civilizations regard it as a nightmare.

  The scary thing about it is that relying on continuous flying and stabbing, they always occupy the initiative on the battlefield. Once you are entangled by them, then you will become a lamb at the mercy of others.

  Hmm... Mutton is delicious. Looking at this group of 'bewildered lambs', Liu Jin felt a little hungry.

  The mighty cavalry team broke into the northeast corner!

Countless people were knocked over, and the Tatars who sat on the horses and spun around in place, unable to run at all, knocked into the air one by one. Then, Zhu Houzhao tore a hole, and the cavalry behind charged intensively, smashing the hole , expanding continuously.

   This time, the Tatars began to collapse a bit.

  The handicrafts of the ancestors are reappearing. The terrible thing is that now people use knives and I use fish!

  Many people no longer have the will to fight and want to flee, but here, if you leave your back to the sprinting cavalry, you will undoubtedly die.

  Someone started whimpering.

  Someone wanted to rein in his horse and rush out in a daze, but there were people and horses all around, in a mess.

  When the dense iron cavalry rushed past, they tried to parry, but the iron cavalry that came rushing like lightning could be parried by manpower.

  Countless people fell like reaping wheat.

  When the Tatars realized this problem, they found in vain that, just like when they slaughtered the Han infantry, the situation they faced was exactly the same as that of the Han people back then.

   After several sprints, the Tatars were completely desperate.

  People ran away with their heads in their arms, and they didn't even think about resisting.

  They were already exhausted, had no morale, and countless people were injured, and they didn't have half of the morale they had when they went south.

  The Ming Dynasty cavalry, however, waited for work at leisure, and took the lead in attacking. These people were actually more familiar with riding and shooting skills than the Tatars.

  After a massacre, countless corpses lay on the ground.

  Many people have fallen off their horses. At this time...there is no longer a heart to resist, begging and howling, and some people fled in disorder, but they inevitably trampled on each other.

  Yenda Khan felt that he was going crazy.

No matter what, he couldn't imagine that he would be attacked and killed by a group of Daming cavalry, so that at this point, dozens of personal guards wanted to protect him and fled, but were quickly stopped by a group of cavalry .

   They had to flee back to the Tatar formation that had become a **** on earth.

  But Zhu Houzhao yelled sharply: "Put down your weapons and get off your horse! Anyone on the horse will be shot to death."

  As soon as this Tatar word came out, even the bravest Tatars lost all hope at this moment.

  The remnant soldiers had to dismount obediently, for fear that they would be slower. Zhang Yuanxi in the distance bent his bow and set his arrows. Whenever someone was still on the horse, the flying arrows would pierce through the air, and the arrows would never fail.

  The ground was full of people crying, and countless people put down their weapons...

Yanda Khan was completely devastated, but there was one person holding his head, squatting beside Yanda Khan, and said in a low voice: "Khan, you are of golden blood, you must not... fall into the hands of barbarians, and you will be killed later." Son, you must not reveal your identity..."

  At this moment, Yan Dahan felt a sense of loss in his heart, but... the desire to survive rose up.

  He naturally knew what it would mean if these people knew his identity. His heart was full of despair, panic, and even more confusion.

  If even the Han army can enter the desert, as if entering an uninhabited land, slaughter the Tatars wantonly, and use the greatest strengths of the Tatars to defeat the Tatar army, then...the Tatars...can there be salvation? In the entire desert, where is there a place to stay?

   At this time, countless cavalry dismounted, armed with swords, and guarded all the captives.

   Yanda Khan raised his eyes subconsciously, but saw that the young man who was always rushing forward was walking towards him step by step.

  Yenda Khan's heart was about to jump out. He held his head and tried to make himself like an ordinary Tatar.

   But the man walked in front of him and stopped. He dragged the knife, and on the tip of the knife, blood like rolling **** dripped on the mud: "I have long admired your name!"

   Zhu Houzhao spoke Tatar.

  He looked down at Yanda Khan, seemingly mockingly.

   "I...I..." Yanda Khan raised his eyes in a panic, looking at Zhu Houzhao, and Zhu Houzhao's eyes were full of murderous intent.

  He hurriedly said, "What?"

   "Stop pretending!" Zhu Houzhao sneered: "Porjijin Batumengke, do you still want to pretend here?"

  Yenda Khan was startled.

  Borjijin Batumengke is his real name. It has been many years since he ascended the throne of Khan. No one has called this name, and even Yanda Khan himself has forgotten it.

  People usually call him the Great Khan, but now...how does this young man know...his own name.

Zhu Houzhao looked at him coldly and smiled: "I have admired your name for a long time. Do you know that I have seen your portrait with my own eyes since I was seven years old. At that time, you were so majestic and heroic that you unified the desert. , outside the customs, there is no opponent. I spent a lot of money, and from many people, not only did I find out your appearance, but also learned your real name, and your portrait is still hanging in my bedroom. Sure enough, today When I rushed over, I saw you at the first sight, because even if your appearance has changed a little. Even if the appearance of the portrait may not be completely accurate, but you... Borjijin Batumengke, you turned into ashes , I can recognize you too!"

  Yanda Khan felt desperate to the extreme.

  A person...he stared at himself at the age of seven...this person...is he sick?

  He had to look at this young man. Although this young man had been exposed to the wind and the sun, his face was full of murderous looks, but he was still not out of his childishness.

  Yanda Khan felt even more desperate that his last battle was defeated by such a person.

  He could no longer hide it, so he could only say: "Yes, I am the Great Khan of the Tartars Borjijin Batumengke!"

  Four eyes face each other.

   Zhu Houzhao's eyes were full of brilliance. But Yanda Khan is gloomy.

  Yanda Khan is completely hopeless, it's over, it's over. All achievements will come to nothing!

  …

   Eyelids fight, sleep.

  (end of this chapter)