Yin Xiong was a member of the forward troops. His eyes were fixed on one end of the battlefield, holding weapons in his hand, and beside him were his comrades like him.

Amid the constant sound of cannons and gunshots coming from my ears, the arrogant Indian cavalry had become cattle and sheep to be slaughtered, completely becoming a pile of loose sand.

Seeing the same Indian warriors being massacred under this situation, Yin Xiong did not feel any anger or sadness in his heart. On the contrary, he had extremely longing and pride.

In his opinion, these people were no longer their own tribe, but their enemies and targets that needed to be eliminated. They abandoned their ancestors and were willing to become the garbage of the lowly natives. As a warrior, what he needs now is to send the weapons in his hands into the bodies of these people, win this war for his ancestors and the Ming Dynasty, and thus prove that he has a new name.

As an infantryman, it does not play a big role in the battlefield facing cavalry. Even with the cooperation of a chariot array and firearms, it is extremely difficult to destroy this huge cavalry.

Therefore, Ma Changbao's real killer weapon was the Ming cavalry unit he arranged. This unit was responsible for cutting off the opponent's retreat from the direction of the forest, and then continuously compressing the opponent's space with infantry formations and firearms, and then annihilated it in one fell swoop.

But it is very difficult to do this. After all, the enemy is a huge cavalry unit. Although the enemy has basically lost the ability to attack in chaos, once the war horses start to run, they cannot be stopped by thousands of infantry and chariot formations.

So when the Ming army's cavalry began to appear on the battlefield, rushing past the two wings, drawing two arcs to start cutting off the opponent's retreat, and the infantry kept forcing forward, Yin Xiong's eyes turned to the left of the array, quickly searching for the target.

Unlike his comrades-in-arms in the Ming army, Yin Xiong was a naturalized Indian warrior, so he could easily identify the identity and status of those Indian enemies. Especially after he saw the figure of a mad dog appearing in his eyes, Yin Xiong could no longer move. He stared at the figure who looked a little embarrassed, riding on the horse and trying hard to control and shouting loudly, because he knew that this person was the most important figure among the enemies on the battlefield.

Although the ordinary Ming army knew some Indian customs, they would not accurately distinguish the other party's identity and status like Yin Xiong. Most people could only guess based on the other party's dress and clothing, but Yin Xiong was different because he saw that the mad dog was wearing something that represented status and identity, and at this time he couldn't help but shout.

"This man must be the leader of the cavalry! Catch him!" Yin Xiong shouted.

"Chief? Are you sure?" The chief of the whistleblower was stunned, and looked in the direction pointed by Yin Xiong, and saw the location of the mad dog.

"It looks nothing different, it's all fancy."

"No! Different!" Yin Xiong shouted anxiously: "Look at the blue feather on his head! And the decorative ring inlaid with bison horns on his chest, which can only be found by the heirs of the large tribe and the bravest warriors! And you see, he is summoning the warriors of the tribe, and I am sure he is the leader of the cavalry!"

The whistleman looked closely. Although the distance was not clear, he did see what Yin Xiong said. He only hesitated for a moment and chose to believe Yin Xiong's words. At this time, Ma Changbao's order to attack the entire line happened to come down. The whistleman immediately commanded the post to advance towards the mad dog.

The cavalry that lost its impact was equivalent to losing its greatest advantage, and the chaos of the cavalry also caused the Indians to be unable to assemble in a short period of time. In addition, the artillery fire of the Ming army continued to extend, accurately hitting the assembly area of ​​the Indian cavalry. Moreover, the cavalry of the Ming army also reached the rear at this moment and began to launch an assault behind the Indians.

The continuous strikes made the Indian cavalry almost unable to hold on. When the Ming army's infantry came up, these cavalry could not resist too much. The war horses ran around in vain in the constantly compressed circle, but were easily killed by the infantry.

"Assemble! Aggregate!" The mad dog finally controlled the seated war horse and shouted desperately around, but at this time there were not many soldiers around him, and the huge cavalry had been scattered everywhere, and was divided and surrounded by the Ming army, with wailings and screams everywhere.

Seeing the warriors in his clan fall down one by one, the Crazy Horse's eyes almost burst into anger. If this anger can condense into substance, it can even ignite everything where it looks.

"What should I do if mad dog?" asked an Indian warrior near mad dog with great anxiety, his eyes full of fear and anxiety.

"Roar over! Let everyone follow me!" Mad Dog is worthy of being a mad Dog. In this case, he still wants to face the enemy. Not only does he have no idea of ​​escaping, because he has never had the word "escaping" in the dictionary.

Although there are huge losses now, there are still many Indian cavalry on the battlefield, and the soldiers of the Ming alien race have already gone to fight. The mad dog, who is keen on the battlefield, thinks this is the only good opportunity to turn defeat into victory. As long as we gather our strength to continue charging, the victory is still on the side of the Indian coalition.

"Kill!" As the mad dog shouted, dozens of warriors around gathered. Under their superb riding skills, the cavalry formed a force and began to charge towards the left side of the Ming army.

At the same time, the mad dog's actions also brought the last courage to the extremely panicked Indian soldiers. Some Indian cavalry who had barely stabilized their positions saw the mad dog reviving their charges, and they also screamed and kept gathering towards the mad dog to follow the mad dog to defeat the Ming army.

But the Indians did not expect that the Ming army had been on high alert. The moment the mad dog began to assemble cavalry, the Ming army's firearms troops were ready. As the mad dog led the team to charge, the Ming army that surrounded the troops were not surprised but were overjoyed. The infantry used a chariot array to cover the situation in the shortest time, and the artillery fire in the rear continued to roar.

The Indian cavalry barely rushed to the front of the Ming army formation at a great price. Although the chariot formation was hit by the cavalry's charge, the cavalry also completely lost its mobility under this situation. Coupled with the tenacious counterattack of the Ming army's infantry, cavalry fell one after another into the Ming army formation.

The mad dog was lucky. He followed the cavalry in front of him who broke through the chariot formation and rushed directly into the Ming army formation. He waved the machete in his hand and flew over the Ming army infantry behind at extremely fast speed, while avoiding the spear and sharp blade that stabbed him.

With a few screams, four or five Ming soldiers fell into a pool of blood. When the machete swung the neck of the Ming soldiers, blood gushed out, feeling the wet face of the splashed blood and the corners of the mouth, the mad dog became extremely excited and crazy.

Charge, swing the knife, dodge... mechanically moves. When the mad dog turns his horse's head and leads the team to run away from the other side, dozens of Ming army corpses have fallen behind him, and more than a dozen Indian soldiers are following him. They are all covered in blood and look ferocious, as if they have just come out of hell.
Chapter completed!