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    Li Dingguo directed his men to clean up the remaining soldiers in the city and put out the fire.  .  After calming down for a while, he climbed to the top of the city. He was still a little worried about Ma Wannian.  Looking up into the distance, in a neat bush of torches, soldiers with white poles formed a neat square formation.  Infantry is already at a disadvantage against cavalry, and it is even more disadvantageous at night.  But Li Dingguo looked carefully and couldn't help but applaud.  The position of the formation chosen by Ma Wannian was very tricky. It happened to be northeast of Cheqi Pass, blocking the path of the Tatar attack.  At the same time, there is a river on the left, which is not very wide. There has been abundant rain recently, and the water in the river is as deep as one person, which is enough to prevent the other party from sneak attacks.  On the right are several continuous hills with rugged rocks and pits, which can block the movement of cavalry.  From a high position, Ma Wannian arranged a group of grenadiers and gunmen on top to snipe incoming enemies at any time.  With this formation set up, the Tatars have no choice but to fight head-on.  Li Dingguo smiled slightly: "The white-pole soldiers are famous all over the world. I want to see if I can hold on today!" Just when Li Dingguo was observing with great interest, Ma Degong had led his men and horses to the Cheqi Pass, far away  Ma Degong was delighted when he saw the infantry phalanx.  What he was most worried about was that the other party would hold on to the city, and even if they could take it back, they would have to make a lot of sacrifices.  Now that the other party has chosen to fight in the wild, they are seeking death.  The horse sneered triumphantly and said: "Brothers, I will not hesitate to reward you for recapturing the Chariot and Cavalry Pass. Come on, everyone!" With the order, these cavalrymen urged their horses one after another.  They were not fast at first, but trotted and gathered into an attack formation, with dozens of heavy armored cavalry serving as attack arrows.  The soldiers behind him followed closely.  The war horse ran faster and faster, and its momentum became stronger and stronger. Looking at this situation, it was like a small snowball rolling down a snowy mountain, quickly growing in size, and finally causing an avalanche!  Ma Wannian squinted his eyes and looked through the light of the torch.  Looking at each other, the distance got closer and closer, reaching about five hundred steps.  The Tatar cavalry sped up significantly, and Ma Wannian quickly gave orders.  "Pingzhao, get ready!" Although they were merged into An**, the white pole soldiers were reluctant to give up the old tradition of many years.  Their main weapon was a six-foot-long pewter pole.  The sharp tip of the gun was pointed at the surging Tatars.  Of course, the white-pole soldiers will never be passively beaten, and their tricks have increased a lot.  "As the Tatars entered about a hundred steps, dozens of tall and long-armed soldiers suddenly ran out from the back row. They took a running approach while waving the grenade ropes in their hands.  "Let it go!" More than twenty grenades flew across the sky and landed among the Tatars. The sound of explosions was deafening, and the Tatars fell under their horses one after another.  Those who followed closely may be afraid.  Some backed away because they didn¡¯t want to step on their companions.  Some of them dodged, and as a result, the entire team became chaotic.  The powerful impact of the cavalry was stunned, and Ma Wannian showed a cruel smile on his lips.  He held the spear in both hands and stared at the Tartars with snake-like eyes.  "Stab!" "Stab!" "Stab!" Along with the roar, a row of spears stabbed out neatly, and only the sound of popping was heard. The tip of the spear penetrated the horse and the human body, and blood rushed out.  The Tatar let out his last scream of pain and fell off his horse.  There were also several soldiers with white poles who were bounced away by the huge impact, but the soldiers behind did not hesitate and immediately added more, and stabbed the Tatars more decisively with their spears.  In a confrontation, the Tatars were like a violent wave, hitting the stubborn rock all of a sudden, and their heads were bruised and bloody!  These Tatars obviously did not admit their defeat and were still charging madly, but they were like beasts falling into a mud pond. The more they moved and struggled, the more mud surrounded them.  In the past, white-pole soldiers relied more on their proficient combat skills and their fierceness without fear of death.  But after being trained by An**, they became more cunning and their moves became more insidious.  Two or three people blocked a cavalry from the front, and then arranged two soldiers on the left and right to attack secretly. They used long spears to attack the Tatar's ribs. As long as they were poked, there would be a hole the size of a fist.  Ma Wannian used his arms hard and stirred the spear tip, which immediately smashed the Tatar's internal organs, and the red internal organs flowed out from the holes. The Tatar screamed in pain and fell to the ground.  The white soldiers have been sharpened into an efficient killing machine. Almost all the more than 200 Tatars who rushed up were killed in less than a quarter of an hour.  The blood on the ground and the mournful horses all tell the fierceness of the battle.  Ma Degong watched the battle from the side, frowning. He really didn't expect that a group of cavalry would be defeated by the infantry. It was so embarrassing.  Ma Degong looked back at the others, his handsThe other soldiers were also puzzled.  "Brothers, these Ming soldiers have some skills, but I have known a truth since I was a child. Two-legged ones can't defeat four-legged ones. Come on, big guys!" These cavalrymen all mustered up their energy and followed the horse's success.  Pointing at the sword, he rushed forward crazily.  Ma Wannian looked at these moths throwing lamps and didn't care at all. He said loudly: "Brothers, let them see our true capabilities!" As he spoke, three hundred gunmen rushed out from behind the spear phalanx.  Hands, they lined up in three rows, with the soldiers in the first row kneeling on one leg.  The Hindu moonlight in the sky could only allow the soldiers to see the figure clearly, so they simply changed their target to the war horse under their crotch. Obviously, this bigger guy was easy to hit.  Bang Bang Bang Gunshots rang out, and the horses rushing in front felt like they were being shocked by electricity. Although the vitality of these animals is stronger than humans, there are limits after all.  After several improvements, the lethality of An**'s fire blunderbuss is close to the limit of a muzzle-loading gun.  Half of the huge horse's head was shot off with one shot.  The bullet penetrated the neck, and the blood dried up in an instant.  Hit the chest and explode with blood and flesh flying everywhere.  The war horses fell in pieces, and the knights on them were thrown heavily to the ground.  Without the horses, the cavalry was not as threatening as the infantry, and they quickly became the target of the gunmen behind them.  Waves of firecrackers swept through, and the Tatar casualties became more and more serious. In just a few dozen steps, hundreds of corpses were left behind.  Ma Degong was protected by layers of protection and was not injured. However, his limbs were numb with shock. He just opened the bow without turning back. Ma Degong could only grit his teeth.  "Come on, charge me hard!" The cavalry continued to move forward, the gunmen had already retreated behind, and the pikemen held out their weapons and faced the enemy again.  The soldiers met hand to hand and soon entered the most brutal fight.  Soldiers faced soldiers, generals faced each other, and both sides suffered casualties. The cavalry had some advantages in the early stage, but after a stalemate, the ferocity of the white-armed soldiers was revealed. On average, one white-armed soldier could exchange for two or three Tatars.  Ma Wannian also fought for his life, and two of the spears in his hand had been broken. Before he could take another spear, the Tatars rushed up, and he had to draw the sword from his side to meet the enemy.  Qin Liangyu has placed high hopes on Ma Wannian since he was a child, and his martial arts training is almost harsh.  Ma Wannian's scalp went numb when he thought of grandma's bamboo cane being whipped down hard.  It was this severity that gave Ma Wannian enough confidence.  The sword was swung, one by one, and he chopped down three Tatars one after another, all of them cleanly.  At this time, Ma Degong also noticed Ma Wannian. He did not even notice such a junior.  He hurriedly rushed up on his horse.  "Boy, come and accept your fate!" With one strike, Ma Wannian hurriedly blocked it with the waist knife in his hand, but Ma Degong relied on the advantage of his horse and was so powerful that he knocked Ma Wannian's knife away.  Ma Wannian only felt numbness in half of his arms, and blood was flowing out of the tiger's mouth. He knew that he couldn't fight hard, so he rolled on the ground to relieve his strength.  However, he didn't roll away casually. He suddenly reached the side of Ma Degong's war horse. With a wave of his knife, he actually cut off one of the horse's legs.  The three-legged war horse fell down, and Ma Degong also fell to the ground.  The white-armed soldiers on the side were eager to save their lives and all rushed forward. Ma Degong only felt a bunch of spears stabbing at him.  As expected of an old soldier, he hurriedly grabbed a servant and stood in front of him. The servant was skewered with candied haws, and Ma Degong rolled up from the ground, turned around and ran away.  The men protected the horse and retreated in a hurry.  Ma Wannian got up from the ground and sneered: "Chase, follow me and fight to Handan!" The white-pole soldiers were full of morale and rushed up frantically. Ma succeeded, grabbed a war horse, and fled.  ????????????????????????????????????????????????Out of the way, he blamed himself. He was still an old man after all, so why bother working so hard? It was better to guard the fortified city and wait for the army to arrive, so that he would not take risks!  He kept telling himself that the war horse was about to reach Handan. He suddenly looked up and saw bright lights in the city of Handan, and endless shouts of killing.  Ma Degong suddenly felt cold all over and almost fell down.  "It's over!" (To be continued)
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