The dense cavalry of the Qing army rushed with shouts, they brandished their spears, the tips of the spears were bright, and they stood up like a dense forest.

They were all thickly armored and stout, and now they were galloping at a desperate horse, and they had an unstoppable momentum.

The sound of "bang bang ......" muskets rang out, and the neat row of guns fired the array of the Eight Banners Horse Army. A whole row of people fell in the sequence of the Qing soldiers' charge, but the number of people in this row was too small and too small compared to the number of Qing soldiers who charged. It's a small pebble thrown into the river, a splash of water, but the river still flows

Hong Xu commanded the soldiers to fire two volleys of guns, but they could not interrupt their charge.

In particular, the Qing army on the two wings has been entangled with the horse army of the Zheng army like hungry wolves.

The musketeers immediately retreated to the rear row to reload. With the convenience of fixed ammunition and Zheng Jun's own strict training, two rounds a minute is definitely not a problem, and three rounds a minute for individual elite soldiers is no longer a dream.

The third row of musketeers raised their muskets and aimed them at the rushing heavily armored horsemen.

"Put!"

The cacophony sounded again, another deafening wave of intensive musket fire.

A large area of gunpowder smoke rose up, and a large group of Qing army horse armor soldiers who rushed forward with spears and knives rolled to the ground.

The frantic war horses in front of the battle were on a rampage, and those Eight Banners soldiers who just fell off their horses were not finished dodging the bullets, but also dodging the crazy war horses. Otherwise, if they were hit, the huge impact force would be enough to knock them into broken bones and tendons, or even kill them.

"Put!"

After the third row of musketeers finished firing their own gunpowder, they immediately quickly retreated until they reached the third row, while the musketeers of the first row had already raised their musketeers and mercilessly pulled the plate machine at the Qing troops who were rushing close to thirty or fifty paces.

There was no Iron Man Army in front of them, and the Iron Man Army of the other battalion was still guarding Zheng Zhilong's side.

The sound of muskets was incessant, and streams of glittering fire erupted, and then turned into smoke and flames that erupted violently from the muzzles of the guns. In the end, it merged into a large white mist, which was about to cover everyone.

Clouds of blood mist appeared from the heavily armored horse soldiers or the war horses under their crotch, and at this distance, Zheng Jun's musket had nothing to break the armor. A large number of Qing soldiers who were shot fell to the ground one by one, covering their wounds and howling in pain.

Babutai's war horse was broken with a big hole in his chest, and the war horse whimpered for his life, and he was also thrown out of the air, and he was paralyzed on the ground without knowing who knew it. Several Goshkha rushed up like crazy when they saw it, and then jumped backwards without looking back, holding Babutai's head.

As for the rest of the Babuhai, although there was no damage at all, looking at the rows of salvos in front of him, and looking at the hundreds of fallen Eight Banner vests, his face was also like dust, and he shouted desperately to the people around him: "This battle can't be fought, withdraw quickly, withdraw quickly......"

The cavalry group charged the prepared musketeer line head-on, which was not absolutely immovable, but the casualties paid were too great, and the large Babu Sea could not hold it in the first place.

"Beep!" Another shrill whistle.

As the tiger squat cannons that moved from the front line exploded one after another, white smoke rose in the array, and countless broken iron nails shrouded the dense Qing soldiers and horses like fishing nets scattered with the sound of the cannons. Behind them, the grenadiers of the part-time musketeers stepped out of the array quickly, and small black dots flew out of their hands with the sound of their armor colliding.

Zheng Jun did not set up professional bombardiers, and if necessary, each of them was a bombardier.

Countless grenades exploded, the charging Qing soldiers and horses screamed, and the order to withdraw from Babu Hai had not been conveyed at this time, and I don't know how many real Tartars fell to the ground in pain at this moment.

Irregular broken iron corners, a rusty iron nail, these very inconspicuous things are sprayed by the explosive force of gunpowder, and as long as they hit the place, they can easily take the life of a person.

Of course, armor can effectively resist them, after all, the power of grenades is far inferior to artillery, but what about the war horse under the crotch of the Tartar? As long as it touches the flesh, whether it is a broken iron horn or an iron nail, it can easily tear the skin into the body, and turn upside down and deform in the flesh and bones, and a small fragment can "roll" out of a big wound.

The old man Sauron in front of Hada is a living example, the black healthy horse under his crotch, a broken iron nail directly penetrated the belly, Sauron was pushed to the ground, and Hada hurriedly reined in the horse to save it. The healthy horse, who had waited until he had rescued Sauron, had fallen to the ground and struggled to get up, but without success. The horse let out a miserable cry, and Sauron rushed to look, but the wound on his stomach could not be stopped, and the gurgling blood kept pouring out of it......

"Brothers, rush, ......" When Hong Xu found that the Qing army in front of him had been defeated, he picked up his waist knife and shouted to the soldiers, raising his bayonet and launching a white-edged charge against the Qing army.

It was originally a very thin array, but in an instant, it turned into a devouring tiger.

The musket was paired with a bayonet, and that was a short spear. The Europeans in history, it was precisely after the spread of the bayonet that the pikemen were quickly eliminated. And the current European armies, whether it is the old Spain, France, Shinra, or the emerging Dutch, British, or even Sweden, the lion of the north, all have a certain number of pikemen in their infantry troops, that is to maintain a certain hand-to-hand combat ability.

"Kill......"

One by one, the soldiers of the Zheng army listened to the bayonet rushing to kill, and the snow-bright blades shone directly in the sun. As soon as the Qing army vests turned their horses' heads, and before they could raise their speed, they saw a large number of Zheng soldiers rushing towards them with bayonets, and their faces were like ghosts. What makes them even more anxious is that their speed has not yet been raised......

"Poof......

The distance was as short as ten paces, and the long one was only twenty steps, all of which were within the distance between Zheng Jun's white-bladed charges. Zheng Zhilong has strict regulations on the spacing of the white-bladed charge after the musketeers shoot, it is absolutely feasible within ten or twenty steps, and more than thirty steps is too far, which is the best result after many drills.

At a distance of more than ten or twenty paces, if there were only a few riders in front of the battle, there was such a long distance, and when the infantry rushed forward with swords and guns, they would definitely be able to shoot their horses and run away. But the problem is that there are as many as three or two thousand Qing soldiers in front of the battle, and it is not that if you turn the horse's head, you can immediately beat the horse and gallop.

The bayonet sank into the horse's hips, and the horse jumped up like a frenzy.

No matter how good the Tartar riding skills are, it is inevitable to be thrown off the horse in a panic. Then one bayonet after another stabbed at the man, no matter how lucky the latter was not knocked out, or no matter how high his martial arts were, as long as he was invulnerable, it would be difficult to parry so many bayonets.

In general, the Qing army suffered a rather miserable defeat. I didn't expect the Zheng army to dare to stab their Qing soldiers with infantry, and those who fell behind were quite miserable. Some of the vest soldiers jumped off their horses to fight when they saw that the situation was not good, and they were all lost in the bayonet forest.

Lucked couldn't believe his eyes. Azig asked Babuhai and Babutai to lead troops to stop the Zheng army's reinforcements, which in itself didn't expect them to defeat the Zheng army, but even if they couldn't win the Nanban, they wouldn't let themselves be defeated so simply, right?

When he saw that the three or four thousand horse armors led by the two of them were directly destroyed by Zheng Jun's volley of guns, he almost fell off his horse in shock.

And seeing that the Zheng soldiers later actually launched a white-edged charge against the retreating Qing army vest with bayonets, Luck Dehun was even better suspended and choked to death by saliva!

This Zheng Jun is really getting better and bolder. actually launched a white-knives battle against the Eight Banners Warriors, I really don't know how the dead word is written.

He quickly issued a military order and led his two thousand vests to charge.

This Nanban is looking for death by himself.

It is easy for Zheng Jun's army to mess up, but once the front is messed up, it will be much more difficult to come back to rectification. How can such a long front recover in a short period of time?

In addition, it is very troublesome to reload the musket, those Zheng soldiers charge after a shot, but they don't have time to reload again, this is his best chance!

As long as you can lead the men and horses to rush into the Zheng soldiers' queue, let alone 2,000 vest soldiers, even if there are only 200 horse armor soldiers, you can easily sweep all the Zheng soldiers.

Seeing the opportunity, Luck Dehun immediately launched a charge!

It's another 2000 Eight Banners Iron Horse, roaring!

On the other side, Hong Xu had long been guarding against the Tartar move. He didn't think he could really deal with the Tartars with the musketeers' bayonets.

The white-bladed charge was just a flash in the pan, and after chasing and stabbing the one or two hundred backward horsemen, the horn sounded in the column of the Zheng army.

Zheng Jun, whose formation had really been scattered, did not pursue the long array earlier, but instead centered on the flags of each team and reunited into a small hollow array.

Before Luck Dehun led the troops to rush, Zheng Jun's change of formation had been easily completed. After all, this is one of their daily training projects.

"Knock knock knock......" The drums behind it have already sounded.

Hong Xu looked back and saw that Zheng Zhilong's handsome flag was already moving. He saw it, and many Zheng soldiers also saw it, and a shout of 'Wan Sheng' immediately sounded in the array.

From ancient times to the present, the commander's presence on the front line in this war, or the king's personal expedition, has always greatly boosted the morale of the soldiers.

The musketeers on the periphery were armed with bayonets on the outside, while the musketeers on the inside were reloading their ammunition at full speed.

By the time Luckedhun and his men rushed closer, most of the musketeers inside had already reloaded. Waiting for the Tartars to come back to die.

It was the first time that Luck Dehun had seen such a hollow array, and he had only heard others say that he had been on the battlefield in Shanshan, and the last time he fought with Zheng Jun was outside the pass.

"Such a thin array is not a rush to collapse!"

The Tartars' deepest understanding of the Hollow Array was the people of Bolo, but they had all died in Zhang Qiu Town. Luckdhun who faced the hollow array for the first time gave birth to the same thoughts as Bolo, the Nanban array was extremely thin and vulnerable!