On February 27, the 61st year of Kangxi, the Fu Han army and the Qing army fought a fierce battle, and heavy rain fell from the sky. Both sides have exhausted their hole cards, just waiting to use flesh and blood to win this battle.

"Get on the bayonet! Rush with me! ”

Li Shihu held a long flintlock pistol in his hand, and a military thorn was fixed on it, and let out an angry roar.

"Kill!"

Thousands of soldiers of the Fu Han Army fixed the military thorn hanging from their waists to the head of the spear, and rushed up against the rain and strangled with the Qing army.

Although the red military uniforms were already soaked, the soldiers of the Fu Han Army did not have the slightest scruples, their footsteps became more and more dense, but the sound of the rain was almost overshadowed, and the military thorns were covered with a dark red like rust, which was the appearance of the blood stains that had been immersed all year round, and the appearance of the rain washed.

The Fu Han army was not afraid of white-knuckle combat, because even in the previous day's battle, it still ended in hand-to-hand combat, and it was still a great victory for the Fu Han army. Everyone knows that the Qing army is not good at firearms, and even less hand-to-hand combat.

The bayonet and the long knife made a loud noise when they collided, and people on both sides fell to the ground one after another, and the red blood flowed in the rain, but in the end the entire battlefield was stained with blood.

Everyone can't tell the scene in front of them anymore, only the opponent's blade and chest, either kill the enemy or be killed by the enemy, the cruel battlefield scene also makes it impossible to tell the blood on the soldier's face, whether it is his own or the enemy's.

Hundreds of people were gathered together, the corpses had almost piled up into a mountain, and the most terrifying thing was that there might still be people roaring vigorously in the front, but there was silence in the back, only the sound of blades colliding and tearing flesh.

The forward battalion is inlaid with a yellow flag and blue feather long Zuo Gui, who has studied and practiced martial arts since he was a child, and his father taught him a postponement of his master, and he was proficient in martial arts in Kangxi 51 years ago, and he was proficient in swords, guns, swords, and bows.

Now the opportunity has finally arrived....

Zuo Gui had no expression on his face, but in his heart he was turning over the river and the sea, and now as long as he cut off a few heads of the Fu Han army, it would be a matter of course to be promoted to the leader, and there were hundreds of taels of silver, which was really exciting. When the time comes, not to mention being promoted and getting rich, maybe there will be a chance to go back and marry the daughter of the old Zhao family next door, which is called a beauty.

Wu Tanhua, who thought about good things, couldn't bear it anymore, he rushed into the enemy formation with a big knife in his hand, the big knife was twenty catties, and he swayed freely in Zuo Gui's hands, only listening to the wind whistling, only seeing a piece of knife light, but nothing was cut.

The three soldiers of the Fu Han Army outflanked left and right, but they easily stabbed the bayonet into Zuo Gui's chest. He slowly collapsed to the ground, red blood flowing from his chest, but there was still some confusion in his desperate eyes.

If you can't win with a firearm, why is it that you can't even fight hand-to-hand with a white knee?

Not only Zuo Gui discovered this, but also the Qing court bigwigs who watched the battle, their faces were gloomy like water, they were originally quite happy, but now they have scolded in their hearts, a group of waste.

In fact, only Nersu, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, understood in his heart that the reason why the Qing army could hold out for a long time in hand-to-hand combat yesterday was entirely because there were hand-to-hand soldiers in tiger clothes and rattan soldiers and hand-to-hand soldiers in the forward battalion guard battalion, but these hand-to-hand soldiers originally accounted for a very small proportion of the Qing army.

Kangxi didn't say anything, he only felt a huge stone, which seemed to be pressing on his chest, making him more or less breathless.

There is no greater pain in the world than giving you hope when you are most desperate. But when you really open hope, you find that this actually leads you into greater despair.

"The soldiers of the Qing Dynasty are really unusable....."

Kangxi sighed softly, he already understood, this rain only helped him see clearly, even if there were no muskets and artillery, the Qing army was still not the opponent of the Fu Han army, from beginning to end, it was still a problem.

The Qing army on the position has gradually become difficult to hold on, they began to retreat, and the Fu Han army rushed up with bayonets, they cooperated with each other tacitly, the assassination technique was strong, just such a period of effort, the Qing army fell in front of many soldiers.

Pingjun Wang Nersu sighed, he was wearing armor, and he knelt on one knee and clenched his fists.

"Your Majesty, let the minions take the soldiers of the cavalry battalion to rush!"

Kangxi looked at his favorite general, and finally showed a smile, if there is anything to be trusted at this time, I am afraid it is the soldiers of the Xiaocai Battalion.

In the current combat system of the Qing army, the horse army is mainly divided into two layers when fighting, one is the cavalry of the Eight Banners Xiao Cavalry Battalion who is good at riding and shooting, with bows and arrows as the main weapon, and the other is the most elite Eight Banners Guardian Cavalry, these people are equipped with spears and have a very powerful impact power.

Of course, in the current rainy weather, bows and arrows have no effect, so Nersu did the opposite, placing the most elite cavalry in front, and the horse army of the cavalry battalion in the back, most of them only equipped with long knives, intending to harvest after breaking the formation of the Fu Han army.

Tens of thousands of cavalry gathered together, of course, the most elite cavalry of the guard battalion was only 2,000 people, and the rest were all armed with long knives.

At this time, on the battlefield, the Fu Han army was like a red wave, beginning to sweep through the ranks of the Qing army, and the soldiers of the Fu Han army with bayonets in their hands used great courage to move forward step by step in the direction where Kangxi and others were, and they only had the bright yellow canopy in their eyes.

"Narsu, you see, I can only give you an hour at most...... I'm waiting for you to return victorious. ”

The subtext of this sentence is naturally that if the Fu Han army cannot be defeated within an hour, the Fu Han army will be pressed all the way up, and Kangxi will not be able to run away if he wants to.

Narsu took a deep breath, he put on his helmet, and his face was already full of determination.

"The slave would rather die, but also step through the enemy formation, otherwise, he will have no shame to face the emperor again."

Tens of thousands of cavalry formed a continuous horizontal formation, ready to detour back to the flank of the Fu Han army, and the continuous cavalry was like flowing water, starting from the creek to converge into the river, and then from the river to the sea.

The dense footsteps of the cavalry will not be covered by the rain, almost everyone looks at the shocking scene in front of them, tens of thousands of horses began to detour and run around the large array, and the frontmost cavalry, holding spears in their hands, began to gradually accelerate, and the muddy water splashed by the horses' hooves flew and circled in the air....

A piercing whistle sounded from the Fu Han army, which represented the most urgent warning of the Fu Han army and the impending danger.

Ning Yu looked at the cavalry all over the mountains, without the slightest fear on his face, and just waved his arm. I saw thousands of grenadier battalion soldiers, wearing a full suit of iron armor and carrying a heavy horse chopping knife, began to walk out from behind the formation.