This requires considerable skill. If you don't master it well, you will either drop your gun under the impact, or if you are slower, you may even be knocked off your horse.

Therefore, it is easiest for cavalry to practice slashing with a saber, and only a very small number of cavalry with superb martial arts skills dare to use guns.

In the Flying Cavalry, one officer for every fifty or one hundred men wielded a flagpole. The flagpole served as both a weapon and a guide. The angle at which it was tilted controlled the speed of the entire formation.

As the main general, Liu Xingzuo personally charged into the battle, but he was only the fifth row, facing an enemy that had been sparsely populated and in disarray.

The splattering blood and the enemy's screams stirred the cavalry's passion and fury. Under the guidance of the officers, the cavalry wall adjusted the direction of the charge, pressing towards more enemies.

Gunshots roared, hooves clattered, white smoke rose, dust flew, and the shouts of both sides were earth-shaking. Amidst the splatter of blood and flesh, life was fleeting.

Ajige led his personal soldiers and rushed forward howling. Under the attack of the Ming cavalry wall, more than a thousand Jiannu suffered heavy losses, while the Ming cavalry was still galloping out of the passage and sweeping towards them.

Defeated, defeated?! Ajige made this judgment, but he still couldn't believe it. The cavalry clashed and fought fiercely, and the Jianzhou warriors were defeated by the enemy. This was something he had never dreamed of.

Bang, bang, bang... The oncoming Ming cavalry fired fiercely with their short guns. There was a chorus of shouts and neighs of horses around Ajige, and many Later Jin cavalry fell off their horses.

Despicable, cowardly, shameless... Ajige didn't know what words to use to describe it. He could only howl out his anger and unwillingness, and increase his horse's speed.

Opposite them was a row of Ming cavalrymen, their faces covered by iron masks, so their appearance and expressions could not be seen. A row of sharp swords were raised high, and they also shouted and roared.

"Kill, kill!" The same voice, the same desire, chopping the enemy off their horses and trampling them over.

Several swords chopped down almost at the same time, and the captain of the personal guards who was rushing in the front fell down, blood and flesh splattering, and a Ming cavalryman also fell off his horse.

A one-for-one fight! Ajige suddenly understood the essence of the Ming army's fighting style, and his heart turned cold. A brave warrior exchanged for a Ming soldier, even if the Later Jin army mobilized all its people, it would not be able to withstand the huge manpower of the Ming army!

The epiphany took only a moment, and the enemy had already rushed over, with several sabers slashing down from different angles.

Someone has been through hundreds of battles, someone has superb martial arts skills, someone has excellent riding skills... Ajige was unwilling to give up. He swung his sword in the air, trying to block first and then counterattack.

Dang, dang, crack! His block was successful, but the force of the sword was so strong that the tip of his sword was cut off.

As the weapons clashed, the horses collided with each other. Ajige fell off his horse and before he could stand still on the ground, a cold light flashed, and a sharp saber dragged past, and the horse galloped past him.

Ajige's body turned half a circle, his neck was almost cut off, his head tilted on his shoulders in a strange posture, and a column of blood bloomed in the air like a fountain.

Those who collide head-on with the cavalry wall will only suffer mutual losses and perish; those who turn around and run away will be killed and hacked to pieces.

Those who relied on their martial arts skills wanted to defend themselves first and then counterattack, unwilling to trade one for one, but the result was that they couldn't kill even a single enemy.

Nearly two thousand cavalrymen rushed into the battlefield. First, a hundred people formed a row and pushed forward, and then dozens or even more people formed a row, chasing and killing the Jiannu.

The flying cavalry galloped across the battlefield, and Kong Youde led the spear cavalry to follow closely behind, but did not enter the battlefield. Instead, he rushed forward along the edge of the battlefield.

Their purpose was obvious: to bypass the battlefield, bypass Hetuala, cut off the Jiannu's retreat, and wipe them out in one fell swoop.

Although the battlefield was in chaos due to the fierce fighting, Dudu was still observing the changes. Seeing that Ajige's troops had been defeated and the Ming cavalry had launched a roundabout encirclement, Dudu knew that the situation was hopeless and immediately sounded the horn to flee.

Retreat was impossible, and it was already a great fortune to be able to escape from the Ming army's battle formation.

"Kill, kill, kill all the Jiannu." Liu Xingzuo shouted loudly and led the cavalry to chase and kill them.

The sound of war drums boomed, and the Ming army infantry charged forward shouting, bravely pursuing the Jiannu.

The lead bullet hit the horse, and Zhuona fell off the horse again. In the chaotic fleeing battlefield, there were no personal guards to protect him.

He got up in a panic and ran forward desperately, hoping to catch an ownerless warhorse.

The armor on his body was extremely heavy. He shook it off as he ran, and felt a lot lighter. But he slipped again and tripped over a corpse on the ground.

After getting up again, Zhuona didn't even have time to pick up his flying helmet and continued to run wildly.

The Ming cavalry roared ahead, chasing the fleeing Jiannu, while behind them were the Ming infantry, shouting and charging. Zhuona was panting heavily, looking embarrassed, helpless and pitiful as his steps became increasingly heavy.

In the distance, there is the shadow of Hetuala City, which is also the destination of Zhuona and many Jiannu who are running madly.

Unfortunately, that was a place they could never reach. Dozens of Ming soldiers came galloping forward, wantonly hacking and killing the lone fleeing enemy.

Hearing the sound of horse hooves approaching behind him, Zhuona became a little flustered. He stepped on a pool of blood and slipped.

"Hahahaha." The Ming army cavalrymen who caught up with them burst into laughter.

Zhuona climbed to his feet and glared at the Ming cavalrymen. He could hear the contempt and disdain in their laughter, as well as the mockery and insult. The Ming cavalrymen looked at him as if he were looking at a mangy dog.

The laughter was full of disdain and contempt. On the faces of the Ming cavalry, Xian Guoan saw mockery and insults. Their eyes were more like looking at a mangy dog ​​with a broken spine.

Humiliation, resentment, regret, unwillingness... a mixture of emotions surged into Zhuona's heart. He raised the knife, waved it, howled, turned it continuously, and made a dying struggle.

"Don't waste bullets." Mao Chenglu rarely had the opportunity to take action himself, so he stopped his personal soldiers from shooting, raised his horse's head, and arrived in front of Zhuona in a blink of an eye.

The captain of the personal guards was afraid that his commander would be in danger, so he urged his horse forward and rushed forward with Mao Chenglu on the left and right, swinging their swords at Zhuona.

With a "clang", Zhuona blocked the captain of the personal guards' powerful blow from above, and the powerful blow made his body shake.

"Dang!" There was another collision, and the captain of the personal guards swung his sword again with greater force.

Zhuona raised his knife to block again, his calves trembling and his body shaking.

"Hey!" Mao Chenglu shouted, and slashed down with his knife, the back of the knife hitting Zhuona's shoulder. With a long scream, Zhuona's bones were broken, and he dropped the knife and fell to the ground, rolling on the ground in pain.

Two cavalrymen jumped off their horses and lifted Zhuona up by his braid. One of the cavalrymen, annoyed by his screams and noise, picked up a broken helmet from the ground and smashed it twice on Zhuona's face.

His teeth were knocked out, blood was coming out of his nose and mouth, and Zhuona was almost unconscious, with only the groaning of his dying self.

Mao Chenglu sneered, rode away on his horse, and led his troops towards the city of Hetuala.