After eliminating the eastern captivity of Baturu, the soldiers of the Ming army went straight to the Chongwu Palace.

This is the Eastern Capture Golden Palace, that is, the place where the Minister of Civil and Military Affairs deliberates, which is equivalent to the current Jingshi Taihe Palace.

However, when they were still more than two hundred steps away from the Chongwu Palace, they saw about five hundred Eastern Tartars holding muskets waiting in battle.

Qi Jiguang waved his hand, and the soldiers of the Ming army immediately stopped.

"Flintlock pistols array, and kill these captives on the spot."

"Yes"

Qi Jiguang gave an order, and suddenly two thousand flintlock musketeers lined up and approached the Eastern Capture Musket Team in front of the Chongwu Hall step by step.

Among the two thousand Ming troops, there were 500 Qijia troops, 500 Longteng troops, and 500 Protector Army.

In addition, there are 500 brocade clothes and guards and the east factory and the west factory.

The battle is now coming to an end, and Qi Jiguang also has to balance the forces of the Qi family, and he can't use all the Qi family's army.

200 steps

190 steps

180 steps

……

120 steps

100 steps

The Ming army stopped a hundred paces from the Eastern Capture Firearms Soldiers.

They could shoot at a distance of 120 paces, and in order to improve accuracy, the Ming army, under the command of each team and Baihu, moved forward to a distance of 100 paces.

However, the maximum firing range of the firearms in the East is only about 60 steps, and the performance of the firearms of the two sides is very different.

However, when the firearms soldiers of the Eastern Captivity saw the front row of the Ming army raising their guns and aiming at them, these barbarians not only did not get nervous, but laughed.

"Hahaha, ridiculous Ming dog, they don't dare to take another step forward, is this distance going to scare the grandfathers to death......"

These firearms soldiers were death squads organized by Dolgon, all of them were diehards of the Eastern Exile, and they all held the heart of death here to stop the Ming army.

Seeing the Ming army standing so far away and aiming at them, the Eastern Capture Tartars thought that the Ming army was afraid of them.

"Shoot"

"Shoot"

"Shoot"

"Bang ......"

The commanders of the three Ming armies looked at the Tartar firearms with disdain and suddenly ordered to shoot.

The soldiers of the Ming army immediately pulled the trigger of the flintlock pistol, and the scene suddenly rang out with neat gunfire.

"A bunch of fools and incompetent......"

"Puff ......"

Seeing that the Ming army actually shot at such a distance, the commander of the Eastern Capture was still laughing at the Ming army's stupidity.

But before his laughter could end, he suddenly felt a chill in his chest, as if something had slammed into him.

Now when he looked down, he suddenly found that a large blood hole appeared in his chest X-ray, which was spurting blood out, and he smiled at that time.

"How is this possible......"

Looking back, his companions also fell to the ground, and the thing turned over and fell to his death.

"Shoot"

"Bang Bang ......"

The Ming army kept firing gunfire, and row after row fired at the Tartars.

The captive musketeers also began to return fire, but their muskets could not reach that far range.

I could only watch my companions fall one by one.

"Rush up and shoot!"

Niu Lu, the musketeer of the Eastern Captives, knew that he could not fight like this, and that he could only cause casualties if he was close to the Ming army.

Led by Niu Lu, the Eastern Tartars began to charge the Ming army, and they were ready to shoot back at sixty paces.

Huang Ming looked at the Eastern Tartar with disdain, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Shoot"

"Bang Bang ......"

"Bang Bang ......"

Gunshots rang out one after another, and the three teams of the Ming army cooperated very tacitly, and they took turns pulling the trigger.

None of the Eastern Kidnapping Death Squads stepped into the 80-step distance, and they all fell down unwillingly with their eyes wide open.

What made the Ming army a little admired was that none of them retreated.

Qi Jiguang waved his hand:

"Kill In"

"Yes"

The soldiers of the Ming army agreed, stepped on the corpses of the Tartars, and quickly rushed into the Chongwu Palace.

However, they did not see Dolgon and the others, but they saw more than 1,000 armored cavalrymen of the Yellow Banner of the Eastern Captivity.

They all turned into infantry at this time, holding scimitars and staring viciously at the Ming soldiers who rushed in.

The leader is tall and has a machete in his hand, but he is also majestic.

"Hahaha...... You want to arrest me as the emperor of the Qing Dynasty, come on, come on, I'll teach you how to do it. ”

Liu Wenxiu raised his hand and was about to kill Jilharang, but his arm was held down:

"Don't shoot, convince this group of satisfied people today."

Liu Wenxiu looked up and saw that the person who spoke was Yue Fei, the governor of the Longteng Army.

He nodded hurriedly:

"Yes, please governor!"

Yue Fei held the Liquan Divine Spear in his hand and walked in front of Zierharang.

"A group of barbarians without humanity, today the governor of Pontus convinces you to die, come on!"

Zierharang looked at Yue Fei and saw that he was about thirty years old, wearing silver armor, white face and black hair, and his appearance was very handsome and mighty.

"Who are you? Grandpa's undead nameless ghost under the knife? ”

Hearing Ji'er Harang ask his name, Yue Fei snorted coldly:

"If you want to fight, you can fight, there is too much nonsense, the governor of Pontus doesn't want you barbarians to stain your grandfather's surname!"

Yue Fei's meaning was obvious, the Eastern Capture Tartar did not deserve to know his name at all.

Ji'er Harang is a dignified prince of captivity, how can he stand Yue Fei's humiliation.

"Minggou is looking for death, grandpa will fulfill you!"

He burst into a shout, and the big knife in his hand slashed towards Yue Fei with a strong wind.

Yue Fei shook the Liquan Divine Spear with both hands, easily set up Zilharang's machete, and the big spear smashed directly into the Yellow Dragon, and the tip of the spear stabbed into Jierharang's chest.

This move was fast and ruthless, and it reached Zilharang's chest in an instant.

Ji'er Harang is also very experienced in combat, and when he doesn't see it well, he slams the knife in his hand on the ground, and his body retreats sharply, narrowly avoiding Yue Fei's shot.

But before he could stand firm, Yue Fei took a step forward, shook the Liquan Divine Spear with both hands, and nodded with a golden rooster.

Countless spear tips suddenly appeared in front of Zilharang's eyes, and Zilharang was taken aback, he couldn't tell which was true and which was fake.

Unable to distinguish between the real and the fake, Zilharang couldn't wait for death, and he slammed his machete, ready to sweep over.

But as soon as the big knife came sideways, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and when he looked down, he saw that Yue Fei Liquan's divine spear had already penetrated his chest.

"Ah......h

Jierharang screamed, and with all his last strength, he slashed the big knife in his hand at Yue Fei, wanting to die with Yue Fei.

But Yue Fei moved at his feet, flashed behind Ji'erharang, reached out and grabbed the tip of the spear exposed at Ji'erharang's vest, and pulled out the Liquan Divine Spear from Ji'erharang's back.

"Ah......h

Zilharang screamed again, two blood arrows spewed out at the same time from the two blood holes in his chest and back, and his body shook violently and turned over twice and fell to the ground.

Clean and neat, two shots killed the prince of the Eastern Captivity, Jilharang, which raised the morale of the Ming army and made the Tartars tremble.

Qi Jiguang couldn't help but give Yue Fei a thumbs up, and then ordered:

"Fire"

There is no need for a fair duel with the Yellow Banner now, and it is necessary to find the Dolgon men quickly.

"Bang ......"

Whether you have a yellow flag or a yellow flag, you are dead in front of the flintlock pistol.

A burst of gunfire rang out, and the Yellow Flag Tartars, who were ready to fight desperately with the Ming army, were splashed with blood flowers.

They couldn't understand until they died, why the Ming army, which used to resemble sheep.

Now it will become so fierce that they don't even have the strength to fight back when they capture the Eight Banners.