Bolo chose to fight.

Fighting is not a desperate battle to the death, let alone looking for death. This is that Bolo has not yet given up hope of winning.

He handed over most of his troops to Zhun Ta to lead, "Fu Cha, Hu Meng, Shu Ning'a, and Bahai, you bring your troops with me." Quickly lit up a Jiala Zhangjing and two Niu Lu Zhangjing, plus a Mongolian army Niu Lu, and together with his own direct soldiers, thousands of cavalry were like thunder in the summer, rolling towards the Zheng army that was pressing from the north.

(In a battle like entering the fortress, it is impossible for the Eight Banners to be mobilized, and a 300-person Niu Lu can have more than 100 high)

"Master Bei, Nikan's military formation is very sparse, and the minions don't need to leave soldiers and horses as a defense, they all rushed up and leveled them in one fell swoop." Fu Cha looked at Zheng Jun who looked like small tofu blocks in front of him and said.

Bolo's face was also full of sinister smiles, and he looked deeper, "Zheng Zhilong has laid a big net." ”

If the Zheng army, which looks like small tofu blocks, can stand under the impact of the Eight Banners Horse Army, then they will indeed become a solid stumbling block in front of the horse's hooves. Once the force is exerted, it will become a large net composed of "iron chains", making it difficult for the Eight Banners warriors who fall into it to break free.

"You don't have to stay, rush it all."

If it can't be broken, it's just a net. But what if you can break through? The so-called big net is a rag that can be broken without poking.

Bolo looked coldly at Zheng Jun in front of him, he had always had super confidence in the field ability of the Eight Banners. Even this kind of strange trick that he has never seen before wants to block his Eight Banners Iron Horse? Zheng Zhilong really doesn't know what to say.

Of course, Zheng Zhilong put on such a battle, it's refreshing. Whether the two sides can break the enemy or trap the battle can get a result in a very short time.

"If the order goes down, everyone will advance and retreat." Bolo raised his bloodstained saber and roared, "Hu, you lead the troops to take the lead." Don't care about the rest, just stare at the Zheng character and charge! As long as you can grab the flag, it's a great achievement! ”

At the end of Zheng Jun's small tofu block, there is a big tofu block, which is Zheng Zhilong's headquarters, and there seem to be some cavalry galloping on the left and right.

Bolo didn't care at all, as long as the army could disperse the small tofu blocks in front of them and drive away the defeated soldiers, they could directly roll Zheng Zhilong's department, and no matter how big the tofu blocks were, they would be vulnerable tofu dregs.

"Scum!"

Hu responded with great joy. In his opinion, this is the credit of picking it up for nothing. When Zheng Zhilong's army had a city wall for protection, it was indeed difficult to fight. But when it comes to the flat field, relying on their firearms and the thin array of guns and shields, isn't it still broken in one rush? Not to mention that there is such a big gap between the teams of Ming troops, this is looking for death.

He looked at Zheng Jun five or six hundred steps away, and he couldn't wait to charge.

Zheng Zhilong was also watching the Qing soldiers on the opposite side with a monocular, and there were not many troops. Is there a thousand rides? Do you want to break the formation just like that?

Oh, the Tartars are moving again, they are already charging. This is not sparing, everyone is sent up, and they are in a posture to charge with all their might.

What a bunch of fools.

I don't want to think about it, if I'm not sure, why dare I do this?

The ten small horizontal formations that hit the main force, each of which has four hundred and fifty or sixty people, two hundred and fifty musketeers + two hundred spear shields and ironclad soldiers, this is a must, and the vast majority of them still have armor. Especially in the first four horizontal columns, there are five tiger squat cannons in each place, even if it is a one-time firepower, it is so powerful that it is crazy.

The ten main battle horizontal teams are arranged in a 4+4+2 arrangement, and each horizontal team has opened a distance of fifty paces from the front and back, left and right.

And the last Zheng Zhilong headquarters is composed of three hundred black soldiers + the Qingzhou battalion led by Li Shiyuan, as well as a hundred and ten centaurs led by Zhou Yi, Zheng Zhilong feels that he has no reason to lose this battle, and the army will undoubtedly win.

And the duel will go on very quickly.

It's not like putting out a big phalanx and moving slowly.

The Tartars couldn't move, and then turned to the south, and they could hold a meeting to discuss whether to go out here and fight to the death with the Ming army, or break through to the east.

"Woo ......"

The horn of the offensive has been sounded. Thousands of Qing troops let their horses go straight over.

I saw that Bahai, who had a big round cake face and was a little short and fat, grabbed the reins with one hand and danced the saber with the other, shouting and leading more than 100 Mongolian light horsemen to rush out first, faster than Hu Xuan's department: "Warriors, follow me!" ”

As light cavalry, their only task is to lure the Ming army to shoot with guns, and use their own lives to open the way for the Manchu masters behind them.

There is no coating here, and there is no Han army flag, so the substitute for the dead ghost can only be made by the Mongolian army flag.

Bahai is very obedient.

Then he stepped forward, and the more than 100 Meng soldiers behind him slowly raised the speed of their horses and rushed towards the Ming army five hundred paces ahead. Even many people have a heavy face.

Zheng Jun's musket was not the same as the Ming army's musket they had encountered before, the latter either blew up or fired indiscriminately, and the guy in his hand was not much stronger than the burning stick. But the former is powerful, there are Niuzhuang and Songshan in the front, and Dai Jiaji in the back, everyone knows it.

But they still tried their best to urge their horses and rushed towards the enemy formation, and their ears were full of rumbling hooves and the strange cries of the Mongolian soldiers.

The two sides are getting closer.

Zheng Jun is really powerful, seeing that there are only more than 100 steps left, and he didn't hear a single gunshot, let alone chaos, the team is still moving forward.

"It's really different from other Ming troops." Bahai, who had never personally experienced Zheng Jun's power, said in his heart.

But as a result, he had thought before that it was even more impossible to slow down the war horse at this time. Only raised his saber and shouted: "Rush, rush!" ”

Gan Hui stood at the front of the horizontal formation, looking at the galloping Tartars, his face full of sinister smiles.

When the two armies approached to a distance of seventy or eighty paces, a suona sounded, and the whole army stopped. Vertical shield guns, muskets staggered from each other, pointing straight ahead. Everyone is like a sinking torrent, accumulating the last strength.

Watching the large force of cavalry in front of him advance, feeling the rumbling vibration of the ground, most of the soldiers and horses behind Gan Hui looked as usual!

The Iron Man Army is a veteran who has crossed the pass, and the musketeers also have the foundation of the battle of Dai Jiaji, and in their opinion, the Tartars are not terrible. At least they were convinced that the musket in their hand would be able to deliver a hard blow to the Tartars.

That is, those who were selected from Xiao Yuan's camp. Many of these people have experienced the battle of Zou County, and they have tasted the power of Tartar. At this time, how can you not panic when you see the Tartar horse army rolling and killing?

But they also understand that the Iron Man Army behind them is the Overseer, and if they dare to panic or flee from the battle, the big sword in the Iron Man Army's hand will immediately cut off their heads.

Therefore, they can only trust the shields and spears in their hands, hoping that these will stop the Qing soldiers. And they had a reason to be bold—there was a big gap on either side of them, fifty paces away, enough for the Tartars to turn their horses' heads and pour in.

The Tartars also have a head and a life, and they don't want to hit their horses and run into the guns and shields, and they themselves have to hang too. Why can't you live with your own life? As long as the reins of the horse are pulled and the horse's head is deviated, the lives of each other will not be saved, right?

As for what the Tartar cavalry can do after entering, that's not their business.

"Ready—"

Gan Hui, who was holding a big knife in his hand, shouted, and immediately a drummer beat the war drums.

Looking at the bright bayonet that suddenly rose behind the gun shield in front of him, Bahai swallowed and spat. Zheng Jun's musketeers were strange, and there was a long guy on the muzzle, and he had known the news for a long time. But this is the first time I've seen it.

Good fellow, behind the rows of gun shields are a series of shiny bayonets, and in the blink of an eye there are rows of shiny knives. It's really a little hairy to look at!

"Whoosh......" arrows flew into the sky. didn't need Bahai's urging, and the Mongolian soldiers showed their housekeeping skills.