Chapter 1072: The Rabble

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Crisp gunfire rang out across the Grassland.

Bullets rushed toward the Northern Di cavalry like a swarm of locusts.

The Northern Di cavalry charging head-on into the Gun Cavalry fell to the ground like scattered autumn leaves.

"Click." After firing a bullet, the Gun Cavalry pulled the Breech Bolt, and the orange-yellow Dankou ejected from the chamber; they reloaded the Metal Bullet and raised their guns to fire again.

Round after round of Northern Di cavalry fell before their muzzles.

At this moment, Chen Hu sat on his horse atop a hill protruding from the grass, overlooking the entire battlefield.

One hundred personal guards held their Horse rifles, standing guard by his side.

"A rabble!" After some observation, Chen Hu reached a conclusion, a look of disdain appearing at the corner of his mouth.

In his view, the Northern Di were truly at the end of their rope this time.

In the Ningjindusizhizhan, the Northern Di suffered heavy losses; to replenish their troops, they forcibly conscripted many Northern Di people into the army.

But in the Battle of Yongzhou, the massive army he had painstakingly built up was wiped out by them.

Last time, Mule Hongzhen had already drained the blood of the Northern Di to scrape together so many people; this time, Wulanba wanted to continue sucking, but there was clearly nothing left to suck.

Once, how fierce a Northern Di Royal Tent had been.

Just the Black Iron Royal Tent to the north of Yan Wang had kept Yanzhou from a single day of peace, with the Great Song army cowering within the passes, not daring to cross Yanshan.

But now, the force that had come to engage them consisted of a mere ten thousand or so men.

Even so, half of them were children under fourteen years old.

There was another point.

The equipment of these Silver Moon Royal Tent cavalry was extremely crude.

The styles of their bows, leather armor, and Curved Blade were chaotic; there were even Northern Di soldiers brandishing wood-chopping knives.

The Warhorse they sat upon were not as sturdy as they had been during the Battle of Yongzhou.

At a glance, they were a mix of fat and thin, old and young.

Rather than calling them cavalry,

it would be more accurate to call them a group of bandits.

Furthermore, they seemed unable to field any Infantry.

Apart from the cavalry, there were no Infantry guarding the perimeter of the camp.

Clearly, their firearms and Artillery had all been lost on the battlefield of Yongzhou, and they no longer had the strength to scrape together an Infantry force.

Although Wulanba was currently loyal to the Ross nation.

But this place was very far from the Ross nation; even if the Ross nation had the heart to support them with firearms and Artillery, they could not do so in the short term.

Thinking of this, he continued to observe the battlefield.

Amidst the continuous gunfire, the Northern Di cavalry kept falling.

The Large Horizontal Formation of the Gun Cavalry advanced to within about 150 meters of the Northern Di cavalry, then suddenly changed formation, splitting into two to outflank the Northern Di cavalry's wings.

Yet at this moment, the Northern Di cavalry had not even recovered from the chaos caused by the previous volley.

Many cavalrymen were either bunched together or standing there in a daze, not knowing how to attack.

Seeing this, Chen Hu chuckled.

Without a doubt, this was another sign of the decline of the Northern Di cavalry.

In the Battle of Yongzhou, countless Northern Di soldiers died, and naturally, countless commanders died or were wounded as well.

Those who didn't die were now mining and paving roads in Great Song.

The organization and command of this Northern Di army were naturally far inferior to before due to the disappearance of these seasoned commanders.

If it were in the past, the Northern Di cavalry would have quickly countered his flanking maneuver with countermeasures.

But now, these Northern Di cavalry could only watch helplessly as they were surrounded.

Originally, he thought that eliminating the Silver Moon Royal Tent would take some effort, but he hadn't expected the reality to be much easier than he had imagined.

Pursing his lips, he picked up the Telescope and looked toward the location of the Silver Moon Royal Tent's camp.

Seeing the Northern Di of the Silver Moon Royal Tent leading horses and pulling carts, dragging luggage in preparation to flee north, he immediately ordered the Flag Language operator at his side to issue a command.

Before long, a unit composed of five thousand Gun Cavalry separated from the battlefield, bypassed the ongoing engagement, and charged straight toward the direction of the camp.

"Bang, bang, bang..." On the battlefield, the slaughter continued.

After the Gun Cavalry surrounded the Northern Di cavalry, their field of fire became even wider.

They utilized the flexibility and range of the Horse rifles to kill the Northern Di cavalry one by one, like flying a kite.

The Northern Di cavalry were like a school of crucian carp trying to break through a fishing net, but no matter how they rammed, they could not break through this net, and could only leave behind corpse after corpse on the Grassland.

"Kill, kill..." Bazha'er roared, waving his arms forward, ordering the cavalry around him to charge toward the camp.

After the Great Song cavalry surrounded their flanks and quickly circled to their rear, if the encirclement were completed, they would never be able to escape.

"Kill!"

Under his command, a group of slightly immature voices rang out.

A group of ten-year-old Northern Di cavalry brandished their Weapon and charged toward the north.

In the previous charge, the veterans who had survived the return from Yongzhou served as the vanguard; after some fighting, these veterans were wiped out.

Now, the majority of his unit consisted of these child soldiers.

Although these child soldiers were young, they were extremely easy to incite and were at an age where they feared nothing.

And the deaths of their loved ones filled them with deep hatred for the Great Song people.

Therefore, even though the situation on the battlefield had instantly become extremely unfavorable for them.

These child soldiers still obeyed his orders, charging toward the Great Song cavalry time and time again.

However, all they had were hot-headed minds.

On the battlefield, they were merely lambs more fragile than the veteran Northern Di soldiers.

Facing these special Northern Di Cavalry, the Gun Cavalry showed not the slightest mercy.

When the Northern Di people cruelly slaughtered infants in the arms of the Song People, had they ever shown any pity for the Song People?

They knew deeply that if these people grew up, they would become yet another group of ferocious Northern Di Cavalry.

And this time, they would completely shatter the backbone of the Northern Di.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..." A burst of dense gunfire rang out.

These young and bloodthirsty Northern Di Cavalry were struck by bullets one after another and fell from their horses.

Those who died lay directly on the ground without moving, while the wounded clutched their wounds and let out bursts of miserable wails.

Driven by hatred, they had stepped onto the battlefield, swearing to tear the Dasong people into ten thousand pieces.

But they had never experienced cruel warfare, so like newborn calves, they did not fear tigers.

Now, struck by bullets, the intense pain made them instantly forget their hatred, leaving only fear in their hearts.

But it was all too late; the Dasong Gun Cavalry would not give them a chance to leave, having gathered under the banner of Wulanba.

Amidst the sounds of gunfire, they were being wantonly slaughtered by the Gun Cavalry, just as the Dasong soldiers they had encountered were slaughtered back then.

Chen Hu watched this scene, the corners of his mouth curling upward.

Immediately, he spurred his horse toward the direction of the Northern Di encampment.

These Northern Di Cavalry were merely turtles in a jar, it would just take some time to clear them out one by one.

Since that was the case, he would just let the Gun Cavalry remain to annihilate the enemy.

Bypassing the battlefield, Chen Hu continuously approached the encampment.

The closer he got, the clearer the gunfire near the encampment became.

Clearly, the Gun Cavalry under his command were engaging the Northern Di Cavalry guarding the encampment.

However, as they got closer and closer, the gunfire became increasingly sparse.

Chen Hu's heart sank slightly; obviously, this meant that either the Gun Cavalry had wiped out the Northern Di Cavalry in the encampment, or the Gun Cavalry had been wiped out.

And of the two, he firmly believed in the former.

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