The weather was still very cold, a light snow fell at night, and the north wind froze the remnants of the snow into solid ice one after another, and the ground was snow-white. Although the sun slowly crept out, it still did not feel half warm.

On the watchtower, Zheng Zhilong held a clairvoyant mirror and looked at the Tartar camp, and the Qing army was about to attack. Shields had been pushed out of the barracks, and a large number of civilians had been driven between the two armies by the Tartars.

A group of Mongolian cavalry lined up in the open space outside the camp, or galloped back and forth, and pretended to shout.

When the crowds of Qing army infantry soldiers also poured out of the camp, on a thick flag, the word "Qing" fluttered in the wind.

Under the flag, Turg rode a pitch-black war horse, and at the moment he was also looking at the opposite side with a telescope.

He did not focus on the southern camp of the battle, and Xinzhai was the focus of his attack. Although the Zheng military camp in front of him looked very weird.

A square camp, this is very ordinary, but there are four more prominent arrows at the four corners, and there is a Hongyi cannon on each of them, which makes it look very weird.

Turge subconsciously felt that Xinzhai was not simple, but only on paper, Nanying was more difficult to deal with. "Eshuo, you go and lead the troops and drive Nikan to fill the trenches." Let's take a look at Zheng Jun's quality first.

"The last will be ordered." Eshuo knew that this was a preferential treatment given to him by Turg, so that he could atone for his sins.

He didn't have to take the Zheng army camp opposite, but first tried the quality of Xinzhai, so that he could know himself and the enemy.

Zheng Jun had sharp guns, and his name had long spread throughout the Qing army. However, what kind of sharp method it is, but we still have to take a look.

E Shuo returned to the team, and he didn't need to go to the front line to drive the old and weak Ding Zhuang at all, only staring at the opposite side fiercely with a pair of eyes.

If it was possible, he must have torn the opposite Zheng Jun to shreds.

"These damned Tartars, they don't dare to rush to kill, and they drive some people to die, they are really a bunch of eggless beasts." At the head of the city of Xinzhai, seeing a large number of people, women and children being driven by the Tartars like a tide, the Zheng army soldiers who had been preached before still couldn't help but scold.

They are not veterans of the Zheng clan who were born in Haikou, and many of the soldiers in this battalion stationed in Xinzhai are reserve soldiers of the volunteer battalion on Zhifu Island. They are all Qilu refugees, and although they have seen a lot of life and death in the escape, no one has seen this scene now.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, a Hongyi cannon was the first to fire. There is a protruding fort at each of the four corners of the new village, on which are the only four artillery pieces that Zheng Zhilong has in his hand now.

One cannon fired, and then the other Hongyi cannon also spewed out thick smoke, and with the cannonball in front of it, another large iron ball flew viciously towards the Tartar array in the distance.

Of the four Hongyi cannons, only these two can be used.

The gunner raised the muzzle and reloaded the ammunition to maximize the range of the cannon. Otherwise, if the shell hits the women and children in front of the tartars, it will be too much to owe.

The first shell missed, but the second shell smashed diagonally into a Qing formation, a small group of Qing soldiers watching over women and children. The shells almost pierced the small array from the front to the back, taking away the arms and legs of many people and smashing their heads along the way, and a bloody alley went straight out of the crowd, leaving behind a terrible scream.

In the whistling sound, the blood mist of the stumps that human power cannot resist, this is the sharpest point of the Hongyi cannon.

When the Ming army gave up the offensive against the Manchus, the cumbersome but powerful Hongyi cannon began to become an unavoidable point in the history of Ming and Qing wars.

"We are the people of the Ming Dynasty......"

"Save me, save us......"

"Brother, run, run......"

"Mother, mother......"

More and more people were driven out, not 3,000 but 2,000, and they were forced to move forward slowly by the Qing generals with swords, guns, bows and arrows, and they were getting closer and closer to the front of the Zheng army.

Zheng Zhilong stood on the watchtower of the main camp, and the telescope had unconsciously hung down. But he still seemed to clearly see faces that were numb, painful, or full of despair.

They are all Han Chinese people. Among them were the dying, the elderly, the immature, the men, the women......

"The general has an order, the enemy drives the people to a hundred paces and shoots!"

It's a ruthless and cruel order, isn't it? But what Hong Xu made was also the most correct choice. Ci is not in charge of the soldiers, Hong Xu, Gan Hui, who came from the pirates, which one does not have a heart of stone?

"Musketeers prepare!" The officers' shouts rang out one after another.

Muskets were placed on the battlements of the sheep and horse walls. At the same time, there was a large number of grenades, and everything was ready to go.

"Put!"

With a cold military order without the slightest emotion, dense guns like raindrops flew out of Xinzhai, whether it was the sheep and horse wall in front of the village, or the wall of the wall five feet high later, a stream of green smoke rose.

Within a hundred paces, all the people, men, women, and children without wheels, were shot indiscriminately! These people were not armoured, they were hit at a distance of 100 paces, and the guns were also extremely lethal. The lodging corpse suddenly covered the front of the Xinzhai Ice Land, and streams of blood flowed out of the dying body, quickly staining a large area of the land.

Witnessing Zheng Jun's resoluteness, the people who had not yet approached Zheng Jun's army immediately cried hoarsely.

They don't want to die, and some of them muster up the courage to fight the Tartars who drive them before they die, but how can these unarmed people fight the beasts in heavy armor and armed with sharp blades?

In front of the white ice in front of Xinzhai, it suddenly became a slaughterhouse! The great crowd of people was once again overwhelmed by fear, and they were driven by the Tartars to flock to Xinzhai again. Then he was shot down by a flurry of arrows, and let out a dying cry!

A banner was hung on the new village, telling the people to bypass the battlefield and run east along Surabaya. But I don't even want to know how hard it is, it's just a matter of doing my best.

The ice ground that Zheng Jun wasted a lot of effort to 'cast' was mostly covered by the corpses of the people in a short time.

On the one hand, the ice field arranged by the Zheng army was abolished, and on the other hand, the corpses of a large number of people also became a huge obstacle to the march of the Qing army's shield vehicles.

But fortunately, Eshuo discovered the problem at the first time, and then immediately caused people to lose the heavy shield cart.

led four or five hundred people, directly following the crowd, and there were a few sharpshooters among them, who blended directly into the crowd.

The sound of gunfire was as dense as fried beans, and at a distance of 100 paces, the guns could easily penetrate the bodies of the people. But the surging people still easily broke through the safety line of fifty paces, and some even rushed to a distance of thirty paces.

"Stretch Stretch Stretch ......"

The sound of the bowstring ejection sounded sporadically, and the bow and arrow of the Tartar could not be underestimated. At a distance of thirty or fifty paces, even iron armor is difficult to prevent.

A few musketeers were hit by heavy arrows and could not live on the spot.

But the musket was even more powerful.

"Aim, put-"

There was a roar of rage above and below the city.

The sound of the volley of guns was completely different from the sporadic musket fire, row after row, like rolling thunder in summer, without stopping.

E Shuo opened his round eyes and observed Zheng Jun opposite.

The white smoke that rose from the salvo was blown away by the cold wind, and another row of guns with bayonets was aimed at them.

It came again so soon, and Eshuo was surprised. Sure enough, after a piercing suona sound, there was a ringing in his ears, and then he felt a strong wind blowing across his face, as if a projectile grazed his cheek and flew over. He didn't react at first, but when he reacted, his legs went weak and he collapsed directly on the ground.

Turning his head to look at Yi Goshha beside him, the blue tendons on his face were bursting out, and he was holding the lower part of his neck and making a hoarse lotus sound. I was scared for a while.

The Qing troops around him all looked at him with panic on their faces, their eyes were full of pleading, but there was no order from behind, how could he dare to retreat?

"The more cowardly you are, the faster you will die, and if you want to live, you will rush forward with your master." He hissed and roared as hard as he could.

"Kill the dog, kill the dog......"

……

Turg looked at the rows of people in front of him who crawled down like wheat blown to the ground, as if he had seen the scene when the Eight Banners attacked Daijiaji not long after.

It is very impactful, and the difficulty is visible to the naked eye, but it is also what he must overcome now.

Huge casualties, this is the reason why Jian Lu is unwilling to fight a tough battle from the bottom of his heart. But now he has no other choice.

"Sure enough, it's a hard bone. Mingjin retreats! ”