This time, approaching a hundred paces, the musketeers still did not shoot, they leaned on each other, raising the muzzle of their guns slightly at the faces of the cavalrymen.

Fifty steps.

Forty steps.

Thirty, twenty .......

"......Boom" more than a dozen muskets exploded at the same time in an instant, the muzzles of the guns spewed out fiery flames, and more than a dozen projectiles were fired intensively at the two heavy horses, and almost at the same time as the guns rang out, the two heavy horses turned on their sides in response.

This was supposed to be a battle of a dozen for two cavalry, but because of the concentration of musketeers, the heavy cavalry had to compress the distance to a minimum in order to completely annihilate the musketeers at once.

However, the two heavy riders flipped over after being shot by a dense projectile, which caused the two riders on the side to also be affected by the pond fish.

As mentioned above, in the process of charging, once the heavy horse falls, it is a miracle not to die.

At this moment, the four horsemen flipped on their sides one after another, and at least two of the remaining horsemen, only one breath away, crashed straight into the gathered musketeers, and after a flash, only three of them stood in place.

Dole's aching heart was also dripping blood, and he really regretted it.

For the loss of the nine heavy horsemen, God knows the value of this heavy horseman, almost every cavalry, every war horse poured Dolgon's countless financial resources and energy.

Almost out of control, Dole pointed in the direction of the three surviving musketeers, and howled, "Crush them for the king!! ”

The heavy cavalry turned again.

After two losses, they all learned to be obedient, they tried to shrink their bodies as much as possible, but this was not much, and above the chest, it was still exposed. They lowered their heads vigorously, trying to reduce the target of their faces, but they still couldn't fully obscure them.

But the order had been given, and the heavy cavalry again began to accelerate their charge.

The rumbling sound of hooves beats on everyone's heart.

Everyone was so attracted to what they thought was a one-sided foot duel that they couldn't even hold their breath.

The only three remaining musketeers in the field faced the huge bodies of the heavy cavalry, like a flat boat in a huge wave.

The three stood side by side, standing straight.

But they are no longer reloaded.

Everyone can understand that it is already a miracle that they did not die at this time.

What more can you ask of them?

The officials of the Yixing Dynasty covered their eyes with their hands, and they could not bear to watch the last three warriors being crushed by the iron horses.

At this time, even if you are ruthless, you can't help but have tears in your eyes!

Wu Zheng blamed himself for being ruthless.

But he doesn't regret it!

The Ming people in Jiangbei had been enslaved by the Qing court for four years and had a servile nature.

This kind of servility will make them gradually forget their own nation and ancestors.

This servility needs blood to awaken.

The backbone of the Han people needs to be watered by blood before they can stand up again.

Wu Zheng knew that he was not a god, and he could not save this battle of the fallen country that had become a fact on his own.

The only one who can save the Ming people is themselves.

Wu Zheng can only use means to wake up, wake up, motivate, and unite.

The tenacity of these thirty musketeers exceeded Wu Zheng's expectations.

Wu Zheng even wanted to stop the continuation of the decisive battle, even if there were three seeds left.

But at this distance, as soon as the heavy cavalry accelerated, needless to say Wu Zheng, I am afraid that even Dolgon could not stop it, and it was impossible for Dolgon to stop it, because he had already roared "Crush them for this king".

The distance of two miles is within a snap of a finger.

As the heavy cavalry rushed within a hundred paces, the three musketeers moved.

One stepped back, and the other bent over.

There was a commotion from the Qing court officials who were watching, and they didn't know what kind of trick it was.

The noise startled the officials of the Yixing Dynasty, who, thinking that a miracle had happened, happily put down their hands covering their eyes and looked at the battlefield.

When the heavy cavalry approached within thirty paces.

The retreating musketeer began to charge forward, stepping on the backs of two of his comrades and leaping to his feet!

Facing an oncoming heavy cavalryman, he stabbed out his short sword that had been removed from the barrel.

The speed of the heavy cavalry was so fast that it was too late to turn, and it was impossible to even change the angle of travel slightly.

In an instant, the leaping musketeers were slammed into a wall and flew backwards, and then fell heavily several feet away, stirring up several feet of dust.

Two prostantiated musketeers, trampled by the heavy cavalry in front.

And the rider on the heavy ride had a trembling short sword stuck in his neck, and the rider had already let go of the halberd in his hand, and waved his hand helplessly, but he could not reach the short sword, and then planted himself on the horse's back, and said no more.

There was silence on the high platform.

In addition to Mingchen's fire-breathing angry eyes and Qingchen's stunned and frightened eyes, there was only a rapid gasp left.

Dolgon's iron face was as if it was about to devour people.

And Wu Zheng slowly turned to the direction in which the thirty musketeers were killed, straightened his waist, and shouted in a deep voice, "Those who offend me as a strong man will be punished even if they are far away!" ”

Behind Wu Zheng, there were seventy soldiers, who shouted in unison: "Those who offend me as a strong man will be punished even if they are far away!" ”

The momentum is earth-shattering, but it is tragic!

Qian Sule walked to the side of the high platform step by step, he knelt down in front of everyone, and then stretched out his hands, took a long breath, and shouted hoarsely: "Strong! …… Great! I'm a Ming warrior! ”

Behind him, Chen Zilong, Wang Yi and the officials of the Yixing Dynasty followed Taifu and knelt on the ground to salute the thirty warriors.

At this moment, regardless of all political differences or personal grievances, they have long been thrown out of the clouds, and the only thing left in everyone's hearts is hatred for Tartars.

At this moment, no one cared about the doctor making this great salute to the civilians.

The indomitable spirit has dissolved the class barrier.

Hong Chengchou and Fan Wencheng knew that today's strategy of Dol Pain had completely failed, not only was it a complete defeat, but it also gave the Han people a hero.

Heroes are important, role models are important.

This is Wu Zheng knowing that the end must be lost, and he has to fight this unfair duel.

Naturally, Dorgon knew that he was self-defeating.

With a blushing face, he turned around and walked towards Wu Zheng step by step, stopping five steps in front of Wu Zheng.

Their eyes were fixed on each other.

The officials on both sides subconsciously distanced themselves, and the atmosphere was as if it was filled with gunpowder, which ignited at a moment's notice.

The heavy cavalry of the 20 Qing troops under the high platform slowly began to approach the high platform, and the 100 followers who followed Dolgon drew their waist swords.

The seventy musketeers behind Wu Zheng raised their guns.

Beads of sweat slowly appeared on the foreheads of the officials.

Dolgon twitched the muscles of his face slightly, and spoke almost at the same time as Wu Zheng.

"You didn't lose."

"I lost."

When everyone is stunned for the words of the two.

The two spoke almost simultaneously.

"You didn't win either."

"You didn't win either."

Twice in unison, the meaning is almost the same - it is a "draw".

This made the atmosphere in the venue suddenly relaxed, and the tense scene began to change, and some people showed a smile.