Unfortunately, they could not get close at all, and when they were a hundred paces away, the musketeers in the trenches on both sides of the road began to fire a volley.

That kind of shooting is like harvesting lives.

Because this is almost a dead target, in the face of a straight target, their trajectory is relatively immobile, but the distance is shortening.

Thousands of projectiles, whistling from the muzzle of the gun, rushed towards the hundreds of Qing horses.

Of course, the target of the musketeers is not the rider, but the war horse, which is so large that if you don't shoot it, I'm afraid the soldier will have to slap himself.

Once the cavalry dismounted, it was not cavalry, it was not cavalry, the enemy could not run fast, and the remaining distance of nearly 100 paces was enough for them to run for more than ten seconds.

But the fact is that these thousands of projectiles, what really killed was the front part of the Qing horse, and the projectiles could not penetrate the horse's body.

When a hundred horses neighed and fell, and the riders fell off their horses, they still could not escape death.

Is it the musketeers who reload quickly? No, not so fast, in fact, the musketeers, after firing, did not reload at all, but put the muskets aside.

The Qing soldiers who fell off their horses were crushed into powder by their own cavalry behind them.

No one could dodge the horses galloping from behind them from such a close distance, and after a brief burst of creepy fractures and wails, everything was muffled by the sound of the horses' hooves.

At this time, there were still no less than 300 clear horsemen who were already about forty paces close to the trench.

The musketeers did not intend to get into bayonet hand-to-hand combat, because they had already put aside their guns.

In their hands, they held grenades.

Nearly forty steps, just right.

When it's dark, something that doesn't know what is flying towards it.

The heart of the three hundred Qingqi is fearful.

After the baptism of mines and artillery fire, Qingqi already had an instinctive premonition, which was not intended to be a life talisman.

Yes, they guessed it right and got a perfect score!

When the time of the grenade flying in the air coincided with the time when the Qing horse was galloping forward, the "boom, boom, ......boom, boom" exploded in a row, like spring thunder.

By this time, the musketeers had already picked up their guns and loaded their bayonets, and they began to leap out of the trench with a shout of "rush".

It's time to clean up the battlefield.

This is the purpose of Wu Zheng - total annihilation!

Cut off the cavalry queue, block the retreat of the rear of the cavalry with artillery fire, and then destroy the front of the cavalry charge with several times the firepower of the local area. Don't let go, any ride!

But no matter how sinister the environment is, there are always people who can survive as tenaciously as cockroaches.

There is a truth in that.

Of these hundreds of Qing riders, many of them really survived.

No less than fifty people, they flew in the direction of their travel, and instinctively chose to jump off their horses, dripping to the ground, holding their heads in their hands, arching on the ground like an ostrich, as if only in this way they could escape the punishment of heaven and save their lives.

They did save their lives, but they were no longer the invincible Eight Banners cavalry, and at this time they had only one choice - to be prisoners!

When Chen Qicai's artillery battalion finished firing the twelfth round of artillery and had to stop the shelling to cool down, the 3,000 musketeers charged to the top of the slope amid shouts of killing.

They crossed the stumps and broken arms on the ground and some of the Qing soldiers who had not yet lost their breath, and even ignored the dozens of Qing soldiers hiding behind the boulders, and rushed directly to the top of the slope.

Victory! Countless people converged into a thunderous cheer.

There were tears of excitement and excitement in the eyes of countless people, yes, victory, this is their first battle, complete victory!

They are no longer recruits, recruits who have had victories cannot be recruits, and those who have tasted victory can taste the bitterness of any kind of defeat.

Li Guo opened his mouth wide, and it was almost ahhh

From the top of the slope to the bottom of the slope, to victory, just a pillar of incense, three thousand cavalry, that's it...... Finished?

Even if it's 3,000 pigs, it's not so fast, is it?

But the facts are in front of him, Li Guo has to admit that Wu Zheng is right, if his 30,000 troops are all equipped with such equipment, a month is enough to level Huguang.

Thinking of this, Li Guo couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat behind his back, fortunately he agreed to return, otherwise, the three thousand Qingqi in front of him would be the best example.

He turned around and asked Wu Zheng: "Dare to ask the county king, after our loyal battalion is transferred to Songjiang Mansion, can it be equipped with equipment like the one in front of you?" ”

Wu Zheng smiled and said, "It's exactly the same, General Li doesn't have to worry." ”

Li Guo knelt down on one knee and arched his hand: "Li Guo swears here, after today, Li Guo swears to be loyal to the king of the county, if there are two ambitions, God will hate it!" ”

Wu Zheng was stunned for a moment, then understood, and stretched out his hand to help: "General Li can be loyal to this king, this king is very relieved, to have a battlefield general like General Li, this king is like a tiger with wings, fortunately!" ”

Raising his hand and pointing to the cheering soldiers at the top of the slope, Wu Zheng smiled and said: "If you don't go, it's too late. ”

Li Guo hurriedly got up and gave in sideways, "The king of the county, please first!" ”

Wu Zhengwan smiled, "Let's go." ”

……。

When passing by the boulder that saved dozens of people under artillery fire.

At this time, these Qing soldiers had already been surrendered by the Northern Ming Expeditionary Army, and let them squat on the ground and take care of them.

Wu Zheng just glanced at it, didn't even hum, and walked up.

"Your Excellency...... The general ......, dare to ask the general's name? ”

There was a sound from behind him, Wu Zheng stopped, and he looked back.

I saw one of the squatting Qing soldiers, but as soon as he stood up, he was smashed down by the butt of a musketeer, "Be honest, squat!" ”

Wu Zheng smiled and waved his hand, stopping the soldier from continuing to "abuse".

Turning around and stepping forward, he looked at the dirty military uniform on his body, Wu Zheng guessed that this should be a general, no, at least a general.

Presumably the main commander of this Qing cavalry.

Wu Zheng smiled and said, "My name is Wu Zheng." ”

"It turned out to be General Wu in person...... Uh, you said your name is Wu Zheng? ”

Wu Zheng smiled but did not answer.

"The king of Yixing Dynasty and the general...... Wu Zheng? ”

"You're right, it's the king."

"Ah......h

Yixing Dynasty Huiji County King, General Wu Zheng?

How did he end up here?

Could this ...... Is it a conspiracy?

It's definitely a conspiracy, a big conspiracy!

But the problem is, I saw Wu Zheng, oh my God...... Wu Weihua immediately thought of only four words - kill people and kill people!

Wu Weihua was so frightened that his feet were weak, and he knelt down, his mind was racing, and then he sobbed: "The sinner Wu Weihua, who was hereditary Gongshun Uncle of the Ming Dynasty before, entered Beijing four years ago, and the sinner had no choice but to surrender the Tartar...... The prince spared his life, and the sinner didn't know that it was the prince in front of him, thinking that it was the gang of thieves in the Wuchang Loyal Camp...... If you know that it is the prince in person, borrow a few small guts, and the little ones will not dare to fight with the prince....... ”