The neighing of the horses, and from time to time the neighing of the horses and the shouts of the riders could be heard. The sound of gunfire in the small Zheng army camp crossed the distance of several miles, affecting the Ma army under his command.

Turg held up the monoculars but did not waver at all, his eyes were always fixed on the front line.

Looking at how the meat shield in front of him fell, and watching a large number of Qing army shield soldiers being knocked down by bullets, those shields that he had specially reinforced seemed to have no effect at all. Looking at a large number of Qing soldiers, they lined up in sparse formations and frantically rushed ahead. Then he fell down in the neat row of guns of Zheng Jun and the sound of cannons.

Silently calculating the density of the cannon sound in his heart, hateful, the sound of the row of gunfire that reached his ears was still not a trace of messiness, and Turg's confinement teeth were about to bite blood.

"Steady!" Seeing the panic fluctuations of the soldiers beside him, Hurib yelled.

The hateful Nikan, with his sharp guns, killed how many warriors of the Great Qing Kingdom? If he had fought with a knife and gun, he believed that he had already been torn apart by Nikan on the other side.

Rows of warriors were knocked down by Nikan with guns, and Hurib was not unaware of the sight. At the beginning of the Songjin battlefield, when the morale of the Ming army was strong, it was also like this.

But they are not as fast as the Nikan they are shooting now, and they are not as stable as the Nikan they are now.

Those musketeers of the Ming army, as long as the arrows fell on the top of their heads, they did not wait for the Qing soldiers to sacrifice their lives to rush forward, and they themselves would be in chaos first.

But the Nikan gunners in front of them could withstand their arrows, and fired volleys in rows and rows. They have a small cannon, but the lethality is very powerful, and they also have grenades, so that the Eight Banners warriors can't rush forward at all.

Those tiger squat cannons are particularly hateful, once they are fired, hundreds of lead bullets are sprayed out in unison, and countless blood mist erupts from the corpses on the ground that can be hit immediately, and the Qing army array will also spew out bursts of blood mist, I don't know how many Eight Banner warriors will fall to the ground in various postures at the same time, so that he is filled with irrepressible howls......

As a last resort, Hulib threw down the shield in his hand and lifted a corpse of the Qing army to cover his body. But even so, Hulib did not dare to retreat, because Turg had not yet withdrawn his troops.

The banner of Baiyintu did not dare to be removed, and the banner was the most important thing in the ancient army battle. If the banner falls, it will mean the collapse of the command system, and the impact on the morale of the military is indescribable.

And now this upright banner has also become the best target for the defenders' Hongyi cannons, although the number of Zheng Jun's cannons is small, but it can't stop one shell after another from bombarding this side.

Another iron ball whistled and slammed in. Crackling and fractured, several Baya soldiers in front of Bai Yintu were smashed into blood mist, and the severed arms and stumps flew up.

The people of Baiyintu dare not stand under the banner anymore.

Hong Peng exhaled slowly, tried to calm down, and put the big thumb in front of him into the crosshairs. This is a big fish, just look at the surrounding crowds of so many people, like the stars holding the moon, then you can know.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out.

In the distance, the target turned over and fell from his horse, and chaos ensued all around. Baiyintu was shot in the shoulder, and when he fell to the ground, he touched the wound even more, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.

The wound could not be seen clearly through the armor, but it did not seem to be fatal.

"Master, this battle can't be fought, let's withdraw quickly......" A slave said to Bai Yintu.

"Yes, get out of here. This battle can't be fought......"

The latter clenched his teeth and broke out in a cold sweat. But the word "withdraw" is really difficult to export.

Elden's face was full of astonishment, he was also a fierce general of the Tartars. In the battle of Songjin, the prancing horse broke through the formation, galloped vertically and horizontally, and the body was wounded by several wounds and did not retreat, and the three easy war horses. Of the dozen or so sons of Niu Hulu Eyidu (one of the five ministers of the old slave), the only one who is now mixed up is the Turg. But now seeing the war in front of him also makes him feel powerless in his heart.

You can't fight back just by being beaten, and this battle really can't be fought. "Starling!" Elden shouted, if this battle continues, it will be a waste of the lives of the warriors of the Eight Banners.

Zhou Yi came out of the main camp with less than 100 horsemen, they had already changed into iron armor, and across the new village in front, he didn't see the battle intimately, but just listening to the neat volley of guns, he was very at ease.

The platoon guns can still be fired, which proves that Xinzhai is safe and stable.

On the watchtower, Zheng Zhilong's people had already gone down, only Shen Nanguang was still there, holding a telescope to look at the battlefield in front of Xinzhai, and laughed: "Okay, hit hard, hit hard, kill this group of beasts." ”

"The soldiers lost too much, too quickly." Turg also saw the situation of the Qing army besieging the city, and the battle reports kept coming, and from time to time, a certain Niu Lu Zhangjing was injured, and a certain person was killed, and Turg who listened to it was also like a knife.

Zheng Jun is really sharp, this gunfire and cannon sound, the speed is really fast.

"Starling." Ilden said anxiously on the side: "Our army's temptation has already come to fruition, the Zheng army has sharp guns, and we have fought hard with them, and our army's losses are too great." It's better to wait until the evening. Taking advantage of the low barracks, a rush to the ...... at night was carried out."

The blue color on Turge's face eased slightly, although he knew that Ilden's words were just to comfort himself, but the night battle at night was indeed stronger than now: "Collect the troops, let Baiyintu and them come back." ”

At this moment, he truly understood the pain of Turai and Duoduo at the beginning, and the sharpness of Zheng Jun's guns was too unexpected. The training of the soldiers is also very powerful, the arrows fall overhead, and they can still maintain rows of volleys.

Are those soldiers all fools trained?

This kind of guns and artillery are still guarding the fortified city, how can they be restrained unless they bring in countless Hongyi cannons?

Seeing that the soldiers dispersed like a tide, there was cheers from top to bottom in Xinzhai, Zhou Yi's eyes lit up, "Brothers, it's time for us to make a contribution, kill me with me......" There are not many opportunities to beat the water dogs, and he squeezed the horse's belly fiercely, and when he sat down, the war horse rushed forward like an arrow. The people behind them followed one after another.

Tartar didn't expect Zheng Zhilong to dare to use the little cavalry in his hand to fight back. The Eight Banners who only cared about the retreating Eight Banners heard the sound of horses' hooves behind them, and thought it was their own.

Let Zhou Yi and them take advantage of it.

The latter is not greedy, bites off a piece of meat to turn around and leave, naturally does not cause great harm to the Qing army, but everyone in the saddle of the victorious cavalry hangs a series of heads, from Xinzhai to Nanying, and then back to the main camp, all eyes are on. Along the way, shouting and cheering, but not too well. The officers and men of the whole army were all thundering with joy when they saw them, and their fighting spirit was great!

"On the orders of the commander, the guards of Xinzhai fought bravely to kill the enemy and made outstanding achievements. The guards were rewarded with 1,000 taels of silver for the Hong Xu pattern, and the officers and soldiers guarding the village were rewarded with 25,000 taels of silver according to the first rank of 500. Except for the sheep and horse wall guards, the rest are divided into one level, and the rest will be distributed immediately! ”

"On the orders of the commander, the guards of Xinzhai fought bravely to kill the enemy and made outstanding achievements. The guards were rewarded with 1,000 taels of silver for the Hong Xu pattern, and the officers and soldiers guarding the village were rewarded with 25,000 taels of silver according to the first rank of 500. Except for the sheep and horse wall guards, the rest are divided into one level, and the rest will be distributed immediately! ”

……

After Zhou Yi and the others swaggered around the city, the new task immediately came. Each of these people carried twenty-five taels of silver in their arms, and Zheng Zhilong counted half of each of them as heads, and galloped between Nanying, Xinzhai and the main camp, loudly preaching the rewards of the Xinzhai guards.

Reward 25,000 taels of silver!

It was like seven cannonballs exploding in the hearts of all the soldiers and soldiers. Everyone seemed to see boxes of silver dollars in front of their eyes.

When the five boxes full of silver dollars were pulled by two horses and rumbled past from the front of Nanying, Li Shixuan's red eyes were completely shrouded in envy, jealousy and hatred.

"The surname Hong is really fucking shit luck. That kind of battle, put it in our Nanying ......"

He had grown to the age of thirty in his life, and it was the first time he had seen so much silver. Thinking of the 1,000 taels of silver that Hong Xu obtained, and thinking of the boxes of silver dollars, he wished that he was the one who fought before.

"Big brother. The Tartars are coming to fight the southern camp, and my brother and I will go down to the sheep and horse wall to supervise the battle. Never let Zheng Dashuai underestimate our Qingzhou children. ”

Li Shiyuan tightened his mouth and didn't say a word. Because he was afraid that every mouth he would have countless jealousies erupt from his throat and eyes.

"I can do it too!" The mood has completely dominated him.

There is also a watchtower in the southern camp, and Li Shiyuan stood on the top of the tower and witnessed the whole process of the battle of Xinzhai with his own eyes, with his mother's hairy difficulty!

Envy, jealousy, and hatred are like twenty-five mice in his arms, scratching his heart with a hundred claws.

Because he was extremely clearly aware of a problem, if the 25,000 taels of silver were distributed in the Qingzhou camp, his prestige in the Qingzhou camp would be ......