The power of gunpowder is not great, especially these cut corners, but they can't stand the amount of gunpowder, a full ten catties of gunpowder, according to the conversion of one catty and sixteen taels in the Ming Dynasty, it is actually equivalent to sixteen catties in later generations.

The sixteen-pound gunpowder bag exploded, and the power can be imagined, and the Tartars within a radius of ten meters, even the people and horses were directly blown into flesh and blood, and half of the surrounding Tartar soldiers were affected by broken porcelain pieces and rotten iron nails.

Even Li Rui, who had already run out of a distance with the child in his arms, was buzzed by the shock and was scared into a cold sweat.

Nima, fortunately run fast!

"Ouroboros storm the fort gate and kill all these dogs."

A white-armored Tartar soldier in fine iron armor controlled the neighing war horse, roared and drew his scimitar, and rushed towards the fleeing soldiers.

The Tartar soldiers with ringing ears could not hear his roar, but without exception, all the horses drove up to follow, and their bravery was not reduced by half a point!

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The gates of the fort opened again, and the fleeing soldiers swarmed into the fort.

But in the midst of the crowd, a man rushed out of the fort gate with a gunpowder bag and a torch in his hand, and rushed to the Tartar cavalry who had already chased behind the soldiers.

"Fourth uncle!"

Li Rui found out that it was Zhao Laosi, and hurriedly grabbed him.

"Don't worry about Li Rui, close the castle door quickly...... Dog Tartar, grandpa is here, boom~!! ”

Zhao Laosi resolutely broke away and pulled, took one last look at the child in Li Rui's arms, and then howled and rushed towards the Tartar cavalry group.

Loud noises, black smoke, and firelight soared into the sky again!

"Don't worry about Li Rui, close the castle door quickly...... Dog Tartar, let's die with grandpa, boom~!! ”

Zhao Laosi resolutely broke away and pulled, took one last look at the child in Li Rui's arms, and then howled and rushed towards the Tartar cavalry group, loud noises, black smoke, and firelight, rising into the sky again, mixed with broken porcelain pieces, rotten iron nails, and stumps and broken arms flying all over the sky.

"Dad~!!"

The child in his arms screamed bitterly, with tears in his voice.

He is Zhao Laosi's youngest son Chunsheng.

The fleeing soldiers heard the explosion behind them and the cry of Chunsheng, and immediately understood what was happening, and Qi Shushu stopped and turned to look outside the messy fort gate.

This time, because the Tartars were going to storm the fort gate, the formation was relatively tight, and Zhao Laosi's sacrifice of his life was explosive, almost most of the Tartar soldiers were enveloped, and the rest of the lucky ones who were not dead were also swept off their horses by the shock wave, struggling and wailing on the ground!

"Take care of this child."

Li Rui handed the crying Chunsheng to a soldier who was injured by an arrow, glanced at the other soldiers, and said hatefully: "Do you dare to kill the enemy with Li Rui?!" ”

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill~!!"

The soldiers looked at Li Rui, who was full of feather arrows on his back, and raised their weapons and shouted without hesitation, their expressions were crazy and hideous.

Zhao Laosi's death completely inspired the ferocity of these poor military households!

There was no need for Li Rui to command, the soldiers spontaneously surrounded him, squeezed into a pile of hedgehog-like guns again, and quickly approached the Tartar soldiers who were struggling to get up.

"Han dog!"

The Tartar white-armored soldiers, who were lucky not to die, saw that the soldiers dared to come back, and immediately raised their scimitars and burst into shouts, and rushed towards the soldiers.

Before the Manchu Qing Dynasty really entered the Central Plains, the armor was actually not much different from the Ming army, because Liaodong was bitter and cold, and it was not good at forging, so a large number of imitations of the cotton armor of the Ming army, the defense was worrying, so the tartars who could wear the iron armor were all Bayala warriors, the ordinary iron armor was easy to rust and was dark red, and the Ming army was commensurate with the red armor soldiers, and the fine iron armor was bright silver, which was the white armor soldiers.

The fierce reputation of the white-armored soldiers can stop children crying at night in Liaodong, because the first condition for wearing fine iron armor is to kill more than 100 enemies in battle, which can be called brave!

After all, the military households have not practiced for a long time, and they have never even practiced, although they learned what they had just seen and spontaneously formed an array, but in the face of the white-armored soldiers who rushed to kill, they just stabbed out their spears with a bloody qiqi.

"Ha~!"

The white-armored soldier was wearing heavy armor but moved flexibly, screaming loudly, avoiding the spear that stabbed him, jumped up and slashed Huashan with a blow, and slashed at the military households on the side.

His eyes flashed with excitement and ferocity, because he was sure that he could split this Ming army from the beginning with a single sword!

If you can kill the enemy with ferocious means, you can greatly deter the other party, and at that time, it is not uncommon for one person to chase a group of people and slash and kill!

"Bang~!"

A familiar and strange sound of fire sounded, and the excitement and ferocity on the face of the white-armored soldier instantly froze, and the sturdy body that jumped in mid-air shook, and then the scimitar let go, and fell to the ground softly.

"Puff~!"

A few spears stabbed into all parts of his body in the unwilling eyes of the white-armored soldier.

No matter how good the fine iron armor is, it can't stop the angry stabbing of the soldiers!

The soldiers stepped on the corpses of the white-armored soldiers, and in silence continued to approach the other Tartars at a brisk pace.

The rest are all Tartars wearing leather armor or shoulder-shaped cotton armor, these Tartars are generally called vest soldiers, and their courage is much worse than that of the Baya soldiers, and they rushed up to fight the soldiers, and under the stabbing of crazy spears and the assistance of Li Rui's shooting, all of them became flesh and blood gourds.

The wounded and wailing Tartar soldiers, and the red-eyed soldiers who were also killed, mercilessly mended their knives with ferocity!

"Kill~!!"

The soldiers crossed the explosion site where Zhao Laosi was martyred, and rushed to the wounded Tartar soldiers at the explosion site of Crazy Horse amid shouts and shouts of killing.

After all, a tartar is also a human being, and if he is a human being, he has seven emotions and six desires, and he will be afraid and afraid!

The wounded Tartar soldiers saw that the soldiers were all hideous and crazy, but they could no longer muster up the courage to fight, and like lost dogs, they climbed on their horses and fled in panic, even ignoring those seriously wounded companions.

"There's no way to run!"

"Don't chase."

There are military households who can ride horses, and the war horse that caught the Tartar is about to chase after it, but Li Rui hurriedly stopped.

The Tatars can conquer the Mongolian tribes, and they are also familiar with the cavalry and archery tactics such as the Mangu Gang, and I am afraid that catching up with them will be sent to death!

"Uncle Fu, since you can ride horses, then go out and control the wind, and if you find other Tartars, don't entangle, return immediately."

"No!"

Li Rui is now the backbone of the military households, as soon as he spoke, several military households who were carried away by hatred immediately calmed down, and immediately turned from chasing to sentry, scattering in all directions.

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When the Tartars came, one person and two horses, or even many horses, when they stormed the Great Reef Fort, the remaining war horses were concentrated in a small forest, and at this time, it was cheap for the soldiers of the Great Reef Fort, plus the undead war horses around the two explosion points, there were seventy-three horses.

Moreover, those surplus war horses were loaded with Tartar military rations, as well as the gold and silver treasures left over after plundering and surrendering, and there was always a great harvest!