Although it is not very accurate, the length of time soldiers train can indeed determine the victory or defeat of a war.
The fundamental tactical intention of the cavalry charging in dense horizontal formations was to transform the soldiers into a whole through training and to defeat the enemy with collective strength.
In other words, this is the power of the modern military system, which relies on discipline and execution.
The wind was whistling in their ears, and their comrades were on both sides. The Ming cavalrymen gripped their sword handles tightly, swung their upper arms forcefully behind them, and pointed their elbows at the sky, ready to launch a powerful chop.
It's only a little over a hundred meters away. At present, the naturalized cavalry can charge at full speed and maintain a relatively neat formation, which is the distance.
But although this distance was not long, it was enough to intimidate the enemy and make them panic by surprise for the cavalry wall tactics that appeared on the battlefield for the first time.
Whether it was the Mongolian coalition forces or the Later Jin generals such as Amin, they all opened their eyes wide, waiting for the moment when the two armies would clash, or collide.
The dense formation of the Ming cavalry made it difficult for the Later Jin cavalry to avoid it. They had no choice but to continue charging forward with no room to dodge or maneuver. This was the same helplessness as a martial arts master on a battlefield surrounded by thousands of troops.
Killing or being killed, it happens in the split second of a collision, and this is an unchangeable fact. No matter how high your martial arts skills are, or how impressive your riding skills are, or even if you can perform acrobatics, it is useless.
You are skilled in martial arts and quick in attack, and you can knock your opponent off his horse before he can chop you down. But what about the other enemies coming at you side by side? How can you dodge and parry them?
The Jiannu cavalry still used traditional charging tactics, and those who rushed to the front should be the bravest and most powerful ones. However, compared with the Ming cavalry's platoon-like forward movement, they had no comrades to help them and were alone.
A thousand Jiannu soldiers were originally heading towards the Mongolian cavalry on the battlefield. When they found that the enemy cavalry was attacking their waists at an angle, they immediately sent two Niulu from the center to adjust the direction to fight the Ming army.
This tactic was a normal response, but the Jiannu miscalculated and were defeated in their first battle against the cavalry wall.
It looks like a fight to the death. Can cavalry fight like this?
Niulu Ezhenzhang stared intently at the approaching enemy, questions and speculations filling his mind. Based on his experience, he knew the enemy, even if they were using their aura to intimidate, would still disperse and fight if they got too close.
They were getting closer and closer, their speed already reaching its maximum. Zhang Le saw the cold iron masks on the faces of the Ming cavalrymen, their helmet tassels blown back by the wind, and felt the overwhelming pressure like a mountain. Even though he had experienced many battles, he was a little panicked.
The Jiannu soldiers around Zhang Le seemed even more at a loss. Even the war horses became confused and instinctively ran to the side to avoid the oncoming wall of cavalry.
The Jiannu cavalry formation became somewhat disorganized and scattered, but in such a short distance, facing the enemy cavalry that was pushing forward, no one could dodge.
The horizontal formation of the Ming cavalry also began to show arcs, but the short distance of dozens of meters and a few seconds would not affect the effect of the impact.
Arrows continued to fly, but the damage to the Ming cavalry was not great. This was due to the good protection of the armor, which was also the main feature that distinguished the Ming army from the Mongolian cavalry.
"Kill!!" The hoarse roars were almost uttered simultaneously by both the enemy and us.
The torrent of cavalry finally collided violently with each other, and the scene of people and horses falling to the ground was like a huge wave hitting rocks, splashing countless water.
The warhorse, unable to dodge, was hit and fell to the ground, wailing with broken bones and tendons; fragments of blades and weapons flew into the air, countless brilliant blood splashed, and screams and wails filled the air.
It can be clearly seen that the Ming cavalry, which pushed forward, had a considerable advantage over the relatively loose Jiannu, but there were also many gaps due to casualties and falls from their horses.
The spear flag was still there, pointing forward, the tip of the spear dripping with blood, worthy of being the elite selected from the team. With guidance, the cavalry moved closer to the spear flag, filling some of the gaps.
The horses slowed down, but continued to gallop. Blades flashed, blood and flesh flew everywhere. The high-carbon steel sabers of the Ming cavalry also played a huge role in the clash.
Zhang Le was swaying on his horse, his right hand still holding the severed scimitar. In the previous confrontation, he had used his speed to chop down the enemy, but another saber came slashing diagonally, and he could only raise his sword to block.
The knife broke, and a stream of heat flowed down from the top of his head, instantly blurring his vision. Zhang Le knew he was injured. In his eyes, the scenery turned red, including another dense group of cavalry rushing towards him.
He turned his horse's head and tried to escape, but it would take time to speed up. The rumbling of hooves behind him made Zhang Le realize that leaving his back to his opponent was extremely foolish.
Before he could turn his horse's head, a gust of wind hit him from behind. He instinctively turned his body to avoid the vital part, but the saber slashed across his back, heavy and painful.
Then, another blow came, hitting him on the shoulder. Despite the protection of armor, he was still knocked off his horse.
Covered in blood and in so much pain that he couldn't even scream, the last thing Zhang Le saw was the red sky and a large black shadow passing over his head.
The black shadow passed by, but Zhang Le also fell into darkness and would never see the light again in this life.
The Ming army lost one-third of its cavalry in the first cavalry charge, but only lost one-fifth in the second charge, killing and wounding several times more enemies.
The speed of cavalry is the key factor to victory. Even if the Jiannu army survived the attack of the first cavalry wall, they would still face the embarrassment of losing speed and the attack of the second cavalry wall.
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