Ming Dynasty entry: I am Chongzhen, the greatest emperor of all time!

Chapter 23 The Ming army... The Ming army is too powerful!

Because the Three Thousand Battalion came around Andingmen.

Most of the main forces of the Children's Camp are still on their way to attack Wengcheng.

Liu Tiren was guarded by less than three hundred heavily armored personal soldiers.

No matter how strong the personal army was, it was impossible to stop the charging heavy armored cavalry.

Although Liu Tiren had been through hundreds of battles, he had always fought in favorable battles. In the few tough battles he had fought, his opponents were only as strong as Zhou Yuji's.

Not to mention charging into the face with heavy armored cavalry, he hadn't even personally attacked someone for a long time.

Seeing that the blades of the iron cavalry were less than two hundred steps away from him, Liu Tiren stood there stupidly, waiting to die.

Fortunately, the deputy general He Wanshou was quick-witted and quick-handed. He leaned over on his horse and used all his strength to pull Liu Tiren up.

At the same time, he shouted to the surrounding troops, "Form a battle formation to meet the enemy! Liu Laoer, take your men and protect the general and leave quickly!"

The leaderless imperial army finally received the order and hurriedly formed a battle formation along the route of the 3,000-man battalion's charge.

Liu Tiren's personal army was the elite of the old camp of the rebel army. They wore chain mail under their cotton armor and used the best weapons.

Faced with the cavalry charge, the royal army subconsciously formed a dense gun formation.

Unfortunately, He Wanshou's order came too late.

Even if the 3,000-strong battalion is composed of heavy cavalry, its speed is no faster than that of light cavalry.

But the distance of two hundred steps was too close. In just a moment of breathing, Wu Wei's extended saber was already in front of the soldiers.

At this time, the three hundred personal soldiers were barely able to form a four-layer spear formation.

The seven-foot-long saber had a blood groove on the saddle ring. This was the weapon he had specially asked a craftsman to make in Shanhaiguan.

Specially used to break the Jurchen heavy armor.

Unfortunately, after Song Jin, this sword never saw the battlefield again.

When the fear-filled, almost insane eyes of the imperial guards were reflected in the grooves on the blade, the warhorses carrying three hundred kilograms of weight had already reached their maximum speed.

"Break the formation!" Wu Wei raised his saber high.

The roar exploded with the smell of iron.

The thirty riders in the front row instantly lowered their four-meter-long lances.

The imperial guards' spears, which were less than three meters long, were simply unable to stop it.

The tip of the spear made of cold iron accurately pierced the gap in the shield of the personal army.

Amid the sound of cotton armor tearing, the shield bearer in the front row was lifted into the air with his shield.

He Wanshou, who was about to escape with Liu Tiren, had a hellish scene reflected in his pupils.

Before the soldiers who were thrown into the air landed on the ground, the second wave of cavalry rushed over in the blood mist.

The warhorse's breastplate smashed the wooden handle of the spear, and its iron-clad hooves stepped directly into the gap in the shield formation.

He saw with his own eyes that a personal soldier was pierced through the throat by a horse spear, and his body was hung on the spear pole, knocking away three personal soldiers in the back row.

However, the cavalry's sharpness remained undiminished, and there was not even a trace of disorder in their formation.

After following King Chuang for so many years, he had never seen any Ming Dynasty cavalry be able to do this.

No, it was because he had never seen heavy cavalry!
"General, hurry up! I'm going to hold back the Ming dog cavalry!"

Liu Tiren's adopted son Liu Laoer, who was still in the personal army, roared with tears in his voice.

This eight-foot-tall, muscular man raised his lance and, with the only fifty cavalrymen in his personal army, wanted to confront the three thousand-man battalion.

The warhorse had just turned around and hadn't even started running when it was knocked away by the charging cavalry.

The warhorse fell to the ground on the spot.

Liu Laoer was bleeding from his mouth and nose and couldn't even stand steadily when he saw the 3,000-strong cavalry wearing iron masks and rushing towards Liu Tiren like evil spirits.

The man with broken ribs still used up his last bit of strength and rushed towards a cavalryman with blood foaming.

He held the horse's neck tightly with his arms, allowing the horse's hooves to trample two bloody holes in his waist and abdomen.

I will never let go until I die.

At this time, Liu Tiren's brocade robe was soaked with cold sweat.

He stumbled onto the warhorse brought by He Wanshou, and when he turned around he saw the flash of Wu Wei's sword.

The brave Ming army general's saber actually slashed from bottom to top!
The blade sliced ​​through the cotton armor and then the chain mail, cleaving the centurion standing in front of him in two from hip to shoulder. Blood splattered all over the ground.

"Stop him! Stop him for me!" Liu Tiren's scream changed tone.

More than a dozen personal soldiers rushed towards Wu Wei's horse like crazy. Some bit the bridle with their teeth, and some hugged the horse's legs and squeezed themselves under the iron hooves.

The moment the warhorse staggered, three hook-and-sickle spears stabbed at the horse's belly from different angles.

Wu Wei was not at all panicked. He even laughed wildly and squeezed the horse's belly. The heavily armored warhorse stood up, and the iron hooves as big as a bowl directly crushed the sickle man's crown.

Amidst the splattering brain matter, his saber drew a crescent arc, and two heads wearing iron helmets flew into the air while spinning.

This scene made Liu Tiren's heart pounding.

"General, run! If you die here, will you be worthy of them?" He Wanshou pointed to the east and shouted anxiously.

Twenty steps away, the remaining thirty or so cavalrymen actually used iron chains to wrap around the hind legs of their horses, using their bodies as stakes to hold back the charging cavalry.

Several cavalrymen from the Three Thousand Battalion were unable to slow down and charged straight ahead.

The momentum of the charge from behind also paused for a moment.

The tripped warhorses rolled over and crushed the soldiers' ribs, but the imperial guards were still holding on to the fallen 3,000 cavalrymen and refused to let go.

This behavior cost him his life.

But it gave Liu Tiren a chance to survive.

The veteran general of the rebel army finally came to his senses.

He suddenly tore off the jade belt and threw it on the ground, his eyes red as he roared, "It is I, Liu Tiren, who have let all the brothers down. Take this jade belt and buy some wine on the way! I will avenge you one day!!"

After saying that, he didn't hesitate any more, and didn't even care about the children's camp who were still alive, and ran straight back the way he came.

Seeing Liu Tiren's horse galloping.

The remaining eighty imperial troops suddenly changed their formation.

They no longer formed a defensive formation, but instead rushed towards the cavalry's horses' legs in groups of three or five.

Some people had their jaws broken by horse hooves but still clung to the saddle tightly, while others stabbed the horse's eyes with broken spears and died together with them.

When Wu Wei split the seventh obstacle, Liu Tiren had already disappeared in the yellow dust in the distance.

He was so angry that he almost chased after him, but a captain from the Three Thousand Battalion stopped him.

The captain, whose face was masked and expressionless, said in a tone devoid of emotion, "General, our troops and horses are all armored, and the horses are too heavily loaded. They have already charged ten miles, making it difficult to pursue a single rider."

Wu Wei also understood this logic in his heart, and he was not a direct general of the Three Thousand Battalion, so he had no control at all.

These centurions were just like the honest censors. No matter how he tried to get close to them, they would only reply with one sentence, "Your Majesty has no such order."

He even suspected that these people were the loyal followers that His Majesty had cultivated over more than ten years.

There was no way out, Wu Wei could only watch Da Gong run away.

Looking at the Three Thousand Battalion that still had some strength left behind him, he was just about to vent his anger on the Children's Battalion that was still resisting, and get some kills at the same time.

Suddenly, the gates of Deshengmen Wengcheng opened wide.

The people from the Yongwei Camp rushed out from the gate and surrounded the Children's Camp in a semicircle.

I don't know when the top of the city was filled with defenders wearing mandarin duck battle jackets.

They shouted at the same time towards the city.

"Liu Tiren is dead! Your Majesty, by divine grace! Grant amnesty to those who surrender, and provide them with meat!"

They were surrounded by the Yongwei Camp in front and the Iron Cavalry were watching them closely from behind.

The more than 4,000 teenagers in the children's camp have not even developed the ability to think independently, let alone know what a desperate fight means.

Two people who were afraid of death took the lead and threw down their weapons, kneeling down and begging for mercy, and the rest of the people immediately knelt down.

Wu Wei knew that his military achievements were now completely wasted.

……

Less than half an hour later.

The embarrassed Liu Tiren and He Wanshou finally returned to Liu Zongmin's tent.

"General Quan! It's not that I'm incompetent, it's... it's the Ming army... the Ming army is too powerful, General Quan!" Liu Tiren knelt on the ground, crying madly.

(End of this chapter)