Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1152 Boss, you've traveled extensively!

On the right flank was Qiao Jushan, a tall and burly man who seemed unlike any other. He swung a thick, long iron rod, creating a howling wind as he suddenly charged into the pirate cavalry.

Like a tiger among sheep, it swept through the flock, scattering the sheep in all directions.

The soldiers of Zhenfeng Battalion fought bravely and fearlessly against enemy cavalry that outnumbered them many times over.

Tokugawa Uichi had already realized that he had fallen into the enemy's trap; there was a snare ahead.

He brandished his straight sword with all his might, shouting as he ordered his troops to split into left and right, each to defend against the enemy cavalry.

However, it was too late to react now. The hordes of warhorses were already in chaos, each swinging their swords to defend against the spear thrusts.

Although straight swords are agile and sharp, they cannot compete with the impact of spears in mounted combat. As the saying goes, "an inch longer, an inch stronger," and when it is impossible to engage enemy cavalry in close combat, straight swords lose their due advantage.

Large numbers of pirate cavalry were stabbed off their horses and fell to the ground, unable to escape.

Tokugawa Yuichi panicked, brandishing his sword and leading his two hundred guards, he charged forward with shouts.

In such a chaotic situation, it was impossible to effectively carry out the leader's orders; everyone was fighting their own battles and no one could care about others.

The four hundred war cavalry of Zhenfeng Battalion split into two teams, charging into the enemy ranks from the left and right flanks, following closely behind the arrows, and relentlessly charging forward.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Lin Feng's team had already fought their way through the enemy ranks and broken out of the battlefield.

After charging for about thirty paces, he pulled on the reins, turned the horse around, and began the second round of attack.

Among the cavalry charging alongside the caravan, Pei Qiyin was the most carefree. She spurred her horse and followed behind Lin Feng, holding a shield in her left hand to protect herself, and Lin Feng's revolver in her right. When she saw the pirate cavalrymen wielding their swords, she raised her hand and fired a shot.

The characteristic of shotgun shells is that at such a distance, there is no need to aim. The scattered iron pellets hit the pirates' heads and faces, instantly turning them into bloody gourds, causing them to fall off their horses.

When a pirate swung his sword at him, Pei Qiyin blocked it with his shield, then fired a shot through the gap, knocking the pirate off his horse.

A smooth and successful battle allowed her to discover the best tactics for mounted warfare.

Lin Feng didn't bother to watch her movements. With a swift swing of his spear and sword, countless pirate cavalrymen were stabbed, cut, and fell in front of him. There was no pirate who could withstand his attack.

Even Tokugawa Uichi was no match for him; he was stabbed in the shoulder by Lin Feng's spear. It was only because he dodged quickly and his bodyguard risked his life to take a blow for him.

In fact, Lin Feng could no longer distinguish the identities of his opponents. He just kept slashing and stabbing, leading the troops behind him to charge at the chaotic pirate cavalry in front of him.

Another quarter of an hour passed, and Lin Feng's team once again breached the pirate squad.

Still thirty zhang away, they turned back and attacked again.

At this point, the pirate squad had been defeated and began to scatter and flee.

Including their leader, Tokugawa Uichi, who was frantically fleeing into the fields, flanked by his guards.

Immediately, the Zhenfeng Battalion also began to disperse, with each soldier chasing their own target and starting a pursuit with the wind at their backs.

This was also the happiest moment for Ye Liangcai. He immediately settled down, sat steadily on his horse, held a musket in his hand, and aimed at the fleeing targets.

As the gunshots rang out, none of his targets escaped; all were struck in the back of the head and thrown from their horses.

The golden hunting time had passed, and Ye Liang touched the pocket at his waist. He didn't have many bullets left, so he stopped shooting.

Lin Feng did not pursue them, but instead used his bow and arrow to shoot at the pirates who had fled fifty or sixty paces away.

However, his shooting distance was a bit too short, and in a very short time, all the pirates escaped his shooting range.

Lin Feng's plan stipulated that the pursuit should not exceed half an hour. He waited in place, silently calculating the time, waiting for the Zhenfeng Battalion soldiers to return to their ranks.

The rules were strict, and soon, the soldiers of Zhenfeng Battalion who had chased after them all returned to their ranks.

Lin Feng ordered a headcount and then the battlefield to be cleared.

In this battle, 438 pirate cavalrymen were killed in battle, and 272 were finished off, for a total of 710 cavalrymen killed in battle.

The Zhenfeng Battalion suffered 81 casualties, 33 of whom were seriously wounded, not counting those who were lightly wounded.

The casualty ratio was 1 to 7. This was a case of setting traps first and then charging in. The result wasn't great, but it was still within Lin Feng's acceptable range.

Lin Feng looked at the soldiers, each with a serious expression and an aura of iron will, his eyes filled with determination and murderous intent.

The Zhenfeng Battalion suffered another loss, with fewer than three hundred riders remaining.

These soldiers, having been eliminated in numerous battles, were the true elite of the army in Lin Feng's mind.

All soldiers who died in battle were recorded by name and buried on the spot, with their families to receive generous compensation after the war.

The seriously wounded were carried away from the battlefield on warhorses.

A soldier found a straight sword and presented it to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng held the sword horizontally in front of him and examined it carefully. The two characters "Tokugawa" were engraved on the hilt. Judging from its style, it was slightly different from the straight swords used by other pirates. The curve of the blade looked more rounded.

Flicking the blade with your finger produces a crisp, metallic clang.

"Not bad. I didn't expect these pirates to have such good training techniques, and their weapons are no less advanced than those of the Zhenxi Army."

Lin Feng spoke softly to Pei Qiyin.

Pei Qiyin took the straight sword and examined it carefully.

"Indeed a fine knife; it's not a weapon that an ordinary soldier could possess."

"Hmm, Tokugawa, that family sounds familiar."

Pei Qiyin looked at Lin Feng in surprise.

"Boss, you've traveled extensively."

Lin Feng shook his head and smiled bitterly. He had recalled his memories from his previous life. In this era, the place he was most familiar with was the vast and barren land of Zhenxi.

Zhenfeng Battalion has left Chengping County and continues south.

According to the map, if you go south from here for about 1,500 li, you will reach Fu Ning Prefecture.

They had traveled over 300 li (approximately 150 kilometers) to reach this point, during which more than 30 seriously wounded soldiers died one after another.

Lin Feng was also helpless about this outcome. Without anti-infective drugs, these people could only rely on their own physical constitution to fight off bacterial infections. Those who couldn't withstand it lost their lives during the bumpy journey.

Tokugawa Uichi fled for his life and finally shook off his pursuers.

He ordered his guards to gather the remaining troops, and at noon the next day, he led more than 250 cavalrymen into Chengping County.

A thousand riders.

He looked at the tired and fearful faces before him; only these men remained.

I have no face to go back to Fu'an Prefecture to see my uncle.

His wounds had been treated, but they were still throbbing. However, his heart was hurting even more.

Tokugawa Yuichi hid in a house, nestled in a corner, and silently pondered, recalling the details of the battle.

With a score of 1,000 against 400, where exactly did they lose?

He tried his best to figure out where the defeat was due to unforeseen circumstances, so that he could exonerate himself from the blame when he returned.

go back?

He thought about this problem.

Can I go back?

After such a crushing defeat, will my uncle force me to commit seppuku?

My uncle entrusted me with the army's most valuable cavalry battalion, a thousand war cavalrymen, and that was all that was left.

Tokugawa Yuichi hesitated, wondering what he should do.