The iron hooves clanged and the swords rang.
Zhang Rong rubbed his moist eyes and commanded the remaining 500 cavalrymen to charge the enemy again.
He looked back at Gao Wencai's body, feeling mixed emotions.
The East Depot has always looked down on the Embroidered Uniform Guard, and internally called the Embroidered Uniform Guard the Majesty's dogs, while they are the Majesty's slaves.
For some reason, he felt sad about Gao Wencai's death today.
Maybe it’s because of those baked buns!
Zhang Rong turned his sadness into anger, spurred the warhorse under his crotch, and rushed towards the enemy's main general.
Under his leadership, five hundred cavalrymen poured down like a torrent.
In a cavalry clash, victory lies in momentum.
General Zhang Neng was somewhat surprised when he saw the 500 cavalrymen rushing over. The other side clearly had only 500 people, but they had the momentum of 5,000 men.
There was no time to be shocked as the cavalry of both sides were entangled with each other.
Screams rang out one after another, and one life after another was lost.
Some were crushed under the horses, their bones broken and their internal organs shattered; some had their arms chopped off and lay on the horses' backs screaming; some were pierced with arrows but still rushed towards the enemy waving their weapons; some lost their helmets and had half of their heads cut off, with the remaining eye desperately searching for a destination.
This is a war of flesh and blood. Steel is the eternal melody. The victory or defeat is decided when the war horses neigh.
After the charge, General Zhang Neng turned around and observed, and found that there were only five or six hundred cavalrymen left behind him.
You know, the two support teams combined into one just now had at least 1,300 to 1,400 people.
No matter how strong the opponent's fighting power is, it is impossible to kill half of his people in one charge.
Looking from a distance, five or six hundred cavalrymen and their horses fell to the ground.
The war horses were panting heavily, and the white mist in front of their noses was particularly obvious in the moonlight.
A person can hold on on one breath, but a war horse cannot.
The horses had been running around for days without adequate rest, and the continuous charges before had drained the last bit of their strength.
A soldier walked up to the fallen horse and whipped it with the whip in his hand: "Get up, get up the fucking time!"
However, the warhorse was burning hot, its muscles twitching, and its limbs stiff, and it was already useless. Even if it didn't die, it couldn't be ridden after being rescued.
Zhang Neng saw all of this and knew that the situation was hopeless.
It's over, completely over!
Not only did they not gain any credit, but they also lost three thousand elite soldiers.
These elite troops were all brought out by him personally. It hurts, it really hurts!
"General, the Ming army is well-rested and tired, let's retreat!" suggested a personal soldier sitting on his horse.
"Retreat!" Zhang Neng hesitated for a second and made the decision.
"What about the brothers on the battlefield...?"
Looking at the soldiers still fighting on the battlefield, Zhang Rong's heart ached again. They did not surrender, but raised their weapons and fought bravely.
But the cavalry without horses was like a general without soldiers. They were not used to fighting on flat ground and were killed by the Ming army in an instant.
"May they be lucky! Without horses, they can't outrun the Ming army even if we rescue them."
Zhang Rong was now joined by 800 cavalrymen led by the Left Commander Liu Wenyao. He shouted, "Commander Liu, how is the prince?"
"Don't worry, everything is fine." Liu Wenyao's cold eyes searched back and forth on the battlefield.
To capture a thief, you must capture its leader. The other party wants to capture the prince, and he also wants to capture the other party's main general.
After a while, he found Zhang Neng. Although he didn't know his name, he stood proudly among a group of cavalrymen, and his momentum was extraordinary. He must be no ordinary person.
He pointed at Zhang Neng's position and shouted, "Wang Shide."
Wang Shide, a captain of the Imperial Guard, bowed and clasped his hands: "I am here!"
"Take five hundred Jinyiwei and Zhang Rong to capture this man. If he escapes, you don't have to chase him. Return to help immediately."
"Yes, sir."
"Wang Xuehai."
"Here." Wang Xuehai, the eunuch from the Eastern Depot, rode his horse out of the line.
"Take 200 factory guards and kill all the bandits who are fighting with the infantry."
"Yes, sir."
Zhang Rong led Wang Shide to launch another charge, Wang Xuehai led 200 people to support the infantry, and Liu Wenyao led 100 people to clean up the battlefield.
It is said to be cleaning the battlefield, but in fact it is just finishing off the enemy.
Treat the wounded and finish off the enemies.
When General Zhang Neng saw the Ming army chasing him, he ran away immediately.
Even if the Ming army did not chase him, they would have retreated. After days of running around, the men and horses were exhausted and their strength was already at the end of their rope.
If we continue fighting, our entire army will be wiped out.
Moreover, this place belongs to the sphere of influence of the Ming army. It is a big taboo for a lone army to penetrate deep into the territory, so we must not stay here.
The most important point is that the purpose of their trip is to capture Prince Mentai alive.
Since the Ming Crown Prince Zhu Cilang is not here, there is no need for them to continue fighting.
With Zhang Neng's departure, the bandits on the battlefield gradually gave up resistance and threw down their weapons in preparation for surrender.
Liu Wenyao came to a surrendered soldier and asked expressionlessly: "Who is leading you this time?"
"It's... it's General Guoyi Zhang Neng."
"Oh, chop them off!" After getting the answer, Liu Wenyao gave an order to behead all the bandit soldiers.
They are all die-hard bandits, and if they are released they will find a way to return to the bandit group.
Especially since these people have the blood of Ming troops on their hands, killing them would not be enough to appease the public anger.
After killing the prisoners, Liu Wenyao asked for a head count.
The casualties in this battle were heavy.
Among the 1,000 Jinyiwei, 284 were killed and 176 were injured.
Of the one thousand factory guards, three hundred and seventy-one died and eighty-nine were injured.
The Tianjin defenders suffered the heaviest casualties, with 752 of their 1,000 men killed and almost everyone else injured.
Looking at the heavy casualties among the defenders, Feng Yuanyang, the governor of Tianjin, burst into tears: "What a sin, what a sin!"
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