In the musket array, the Qing army broke through the camp from the front, and the Tianxiong army led by Lu Xiangsheng also broke through the camp from the flank and began its own performance.

The Tianxiong Army is fully equipped, it is a fierce team equipped with firearms, strong crossbows, and cavalry, and the combination of long-range and close-range attacks is also very good.

In this joint operation with the Beijing camp, the Tianxiong soldiers were ruthless, and they slammed up vigorously, wanting to give themselves a long face.

There is a musket array of the Ming army on the front, and there is a Tianxiong army on the side to beat the sticks, and the Qing army under the Abatai department can be described as very hard, and everyone is panicked.

"Lord Belle! The Ming army sent cavalry to the pass! A Niu Lu Zhangjing shouted, looking very flustered.

Abatai's brows furrowed: "How many more people haven't come out of the customs?" ”

On the side, the Zhenglan Banner Gushan Ezhen Ashan cried and said with a sad face: "Lord Beile, there are only a few thousand people in our Zhenglan Banner, there are too many things, and now there is no time to transport them out of the customs!" ”

Abatai said: "What about the king of Wuyingjun? Doesn't he still have tens of thousands of horses? Didn't send someone to guard the pass? ”

Ah Shan said hatefully: "The king of Wuying County has already led the army out of the customs first, leaving only some brothers with red flags to drive away the people of the Ming Kingdom, and now the pass has been blocked by a large number of people, and it is too late for us to withdraw!" ”

Abatai's face instantly turned to ashes, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Azig! You bastard! ”

All the generals of the Zhenglan Banner are anxious, but they are helpless, the Ming army has surrounded them, and the only thing they can do is to obey the arrangement of the main general Abatai.

After being quiet for a while, Abatai's face changed constantly, and various endings flashed in his mind, and finally, he said sadly: "Order, fight to the death!" ”

The hearts of several Tartar generals suddenly cooled half, and they thought that Rao Yu Baylor would order a breakthrough, but they didn't expect to let them fight to the death.

The Qing soldiers, established under strict military discipline, seemed to be brave and invincible...... But who is not afraid of death? What's more, he still died on the land of the enemy, and after his death, he had to be beheaded by the enemy to receive a reward.

Although several Tartar generals were reluctant, they still ordered their subordinates to start a counterattack against the Ming army.

Thousands of elites of the blue flag also took the plunge, and started a crazy counterattack with their own Tianling cover against the Ming army's firearms, and a battle to prove who was harder between the Tianling cover and the bullet began.

Zhao Jinglin, the commander of the Yongwei Battalion, held a heavy rifled gun in his hand and pulled the trigger on a Qing army Niu Lu Zhangjing in the distance.

"Smack!" After a crisp sound, Niu Lu Zhangjing, who was eighty paces away, fell down in response.

After Zhao Jinglin pulled the trigger, he immediately flashed sideways to the back of the wall, and sure enough, after a few breaths, several sharp arrows came over.

"This shot is really good! It's much stronger than the Rumi Gun! Zhao Jinglin still couldn't help sighing.

Since Zhao Jinglin killed Yanguli a hundred steps away in the Battle of Xincheng, Zhu Cihong personally summoned him, and through understanding, Zhu Cihong found that Zhao Jinglin's marksmanship was first-class, and he had been ranked first in the previous musketeer shooting assessments for a long time.

From the fact that Zhao Jinglin killed Yanguli a hundred steps away, Zhu Cihong thought of forming a sniper brigade to snipe enemy generals.

Zhu Cihong has always thought of it and did it, he asked Zhao Jinglin to be the captain of the sniper team, and selected ten musketeers with the best marksmanship to act as snipers according to the results of the previous shooting assessment.

Zhu Cihong also asked people to go back to the research institute of the Beijing Division and War Bureau to get ten rifled guns and provide them to the sniper brigade for use, although these rifled guns are only experimental products that Sun Heding is still in the testing stage, the range and accuracy are far higher than the self-generated Lumi guns used by the musketeers of the Yongwei Battalion.

After killing several Qing soldiers, Zhao Jinglin shifted the location of the black spear, and he looked at a watchtower not far away, which was improvised by the Qing army next to the wall.

Zhao Jinglin climbed the watchtower with his waist bent, and as soon as he reached it, he bent down and took out his binoculars to observe the surrounding battlefield.

At this time, the Ming army had completely poured into the Qing army camp and fought with the Qing army at close range, and Zhao Jinglin could see the position of the Qing army generals at a glance from a high place.

In the Qing army, there was a clear difference between the helmet and the back guard flag in the armor styles of Gushan, Jiala, and Niulu at all levels, and even the commanders, white-armored soldiers, and horsemen, which provided great convenience for the snipers of the Yongwei battalion.

Zhao Jinglin locked on a Qing army's Jia Lazhangjing, then skillfully took out a leather sub-medicine from his satchel, took out a small piece of cloth soaked in lubricating oil to wrap the bullet, and finally knocked it into the barrel with a wooden mallet to build it.

The whole process was very troublesome, it took a minute to load the bullets, and after being busy, Zhao Jinglin put the musket on the wooden frame of the watchtower, aimed the muzzle of the gun at the previously selected Jiala Zhangjing, and gently pulled the trigger.

"Smack!"

The bullet flew in an instant, and a bloody arrow appeared from the left chest of the armor Lazhangjing, although he was wearing three layers of armor separated by a hundred steps, he was also pierced, and fell straight down, and he didn't know what happened when he was dying.

Zhao Jinglin secretly cheered, and hurriedly bent down to avoid the Qing army archers below, and then unhurriedly loaded the bullets, his operation was comparable to Voldemort and the old yin in a game in the later generations.

Zhao Jinglin occasionally stretched out his head to observe the situation below, and found that several other snipers had just finished shooting and were taken care of by the Qing army archers, he couldn't help but shake his head, it seems that the black gun still has to find a good position!

After reloading, Zhao Jinglin observed the battlefield situation below again, and he saw that about one hundred and fifty steps away was the location of the Tartar General Banner.

Zhao Jinglin took out the binoculars from his backpack and looked at them carefully, and found that there was an elderly Tartar general under his banner, who was dressed very well, and a group of Tartar generals and personal soldiers were surrounded by him.

"Could this blue armor be some kind of bullshit Baylor Abatai of the Tartars?" Zhao Jinglin guessed.

"It doesn't matter if he's or not, let's kill him first!" Zhao Jinglin muttered to himself, and then began his decapitation operation.

He meditated, closed his left eye, and looked at the rear door of the firebolt with his right eye, and aimed at the star in front of him, aiming at the tartar general in blue armor.

The distance of one hundred and fifty steps is very far, his record is only one hundred and thirty steps, and he has never tried it any farther, but as a sharpshooter appointed by the crown prince, Zhao Jinglin has an inexplicable confidence in his heart.

With a "snap", Zhao Jinglin pulled the trigger, but found that the blue-armored Tartar general didn't move and was still standing there.

There were too many gunshots around, muffling the sound of Zhao Jinglin's shot, and the bullets didn't know where they were going, so the Tartars didn't notice that someone was preparing to kill their eldest brother.

Zhao Jinglin exhaled lightly, readjusted his position, and after looking carefully for a while, he decisively pulled the board machine again.

"Smack!" With a crisp sound, the blue-armored general shook his head, took several steps back, and finally fell straight down.

"Hit!" Zhao Jinglin waved his fist excitedly, and blew the muzzle of the billowing green smoke.