"Guogong, the Tartars have sent troops."

Zheng Zhilong slept in the night, and his head was still confused for a while after being woken up. The Tartars sent troops? When the Tartars send troops, they send troops, what kind of big deal can it be?

As far as the current situation in Qingzhou City is concerned, if it were him, he would also send troops.

Gan Hui glanced at Zheng Zhilong, who was still a little confused, and couldn't laugh or cry. Maybe he didn't make it clear, "Guogong, the Tartars are attacking from the south, south and west, and the plan must be not small." The last general thinks they're going to escape—"

"It doesn't matter how big or small he wants, just send someone to block them back."

This is Zheng Zhilong's philosophy, in a sense, his sensitivity to war is really limited. That is, Zheng Zhilong's capital is too strong, and the strategic advantage is too huge.

The Zheng army outside has begun to assemble, and torches are lit, illuminating the entire Zheng army camp in the east of the city as bright as day.

"Father, why don't you send someone to storm the east gate. If the Tartar does not intend to break through, there will be a large army at the east gate to resist. And if you really want to break through and leave, then the east gate should be vulnerable! ”

When Zheng Zhilong got up and walked out of the big tent, Zheng Sen had already arrived in full clothes. A handsome Mingguang armor looks very dazzling.

Although this thing is not as protective as the European knight's plate armor, it is more flexible. And it's enough to guard against cold arrows and cold arrows. As for the guns and cannons, the knight's plate armor can't be guarded against either, so why bother to be different?

"That's a good idea." Zheng Zhilong clapped his hand and immediately shouted, "Li Wu." You take your troops and give me a return to the east gate. ”

Zheng Sen's proposal was a good idea, and Zheng Zhilong immediately accepted it.

It's just that before the men and horses of the bald army rushed to Qingzhou City with a long ladder, there were dense gunfire and shouting and killing at the three gates of the north, south and west.

"Dashuai, the Tartar is going to run ......" and rode straight into the camp.

……

In the current situation, Liu Zeqing has to sell his dead power.

He first selected a group of elite soldiers and strong generals, asked them to wait from the city wall, and when the attention of Zheng Jun outside was attracted by the open city gate, he quietly walked out of the city. Then it was divided into two ways, one was to attack the fort from the side, and the other was to quietly approach the front sentry village.

Their task was to distract the soldiers in front of the gate and prevent the rapid reinforcement of the soldiers and horses to the city gates.

The north of the city is the place where Liu Zeqing personally sits, because this is the main direction of the Qing army's breakthrough, and it is the breakthrough direction selected by Haoge for the Eight Banners.

The soldiers who quietly went out of the city were either the Bayala soldiers in the Eight Banners Soldiers, or the elite under Liu Zeqing, under the guidance of Ai Xing'a, more than 200 people wore black and gray covers, and went straight to the outpost village and the fort.

Ai Xing Ah is the son of Ta Zhan, and his identity is not said. Even those Baya soldiers can be shaken, not to mention Liu Zeqing's family.

At this time, the sound of guns and cannons outside the north gate rang out again and again, and the Zheng army in several forts were shooting outwards with guns, and the Zheng army in the outpost village behind them had also lit torches, rushing towards the north gate like a long dragon.

The two teams were bumping into each other, and a shrill horn sounded in front of Zheng Jun's formation. The entire queue came to a halt.

Ai Xing Ah pulled out his waist knife and yelled at Liu Xin, who was led by Liu Jun: "You, immediately lead the troops forward, rush, rush forward......"

Using the Han people as their own meat shield, this trick is easy to master.

What can Liu Xin say? He couldn't say anything. He could only receive the military order in a muffled voice, and the people rushed back to the ranks, shouting, "Brothers, follow me." A Zheng Jun's head is fifty taels of silver, and the silver of white flowers is waiting for us. ”

These Liu soldiers also clearly knew their role, but before they went out of the battle, they had already received the twenty taels of snowflake silver reward issued by Liu Zeqing, and the promise of another twenty taels of snowflake silver after the war, and now they heard the words of a first-class fifty taels of silver, and they were all cowardly in their hearts, and they were all fascinated by the silver.

Although he knew that Zheng Jun was known for his sharp guns, he thought that it was dark now, and Zheng Jun who was not far in front was still reorganizing the formation, and the courage in their hearts was even stronger, and with a shout, they rushed towards the opposite side together.

Although it was dark night, Yuan Dahong could see clearly, there were about two or three hundred Qing soldiers coming from the opposite side, and all the people who rushed to the front were Han Chinese, who could be clearly distinguished from the accent and their shouts. As for whether they are still following the real Tartar behind them, he doesn't know. Just looking at the people in front of them, all of them are burly, and the iron armor on their bodies is still shining from time to time in the dark night, then they are all elite soldiers.

At the front were Liu Zeqing's family members, all of whom were wearing double armor coats, holding heavy shields in their hands, shouting loudly.

Behind them, or to their right and left, were dozens of lightly armoured archers. Then there was a group of black-pressed soldiers with swords, and finally the Bayala soldiers. But the latter no longer needs to go up against the lightning rod, and it doesn't look so dazzling.

Yuan Dahong is also the one who has fought through the battle, and at a glance, he can already judge that the intention of this wave of Qing soldiers is not to defeat himself, but to entangle himself and delay his reinforcements to the fort. Because he had already seen the figures of people in the roar of guns and artillery on the front line, it was clear that there was a large group of Qing soldiers slipping out along the city wall.

"Everyone, prepare!" He stared at the Qing soldiers on the opposite side, secretly estimated the distance, and after the Qing soldiers entered the distance of fifty paces, he immediately ordered the musketeers who had lined up in a line around him to shoot.

Liu Jun's soldiers were not blind, and of course they knew that they had been pointed at the muzzle of the black hole. The torches on the opposite side were bright, and the muskets were all set up.

If it were other Ming troops, these people would not hesitate at all. Keep moving forward!

At the end of the Ming Dynasty, the quality of firearms in the hands of the Ming army was poor. Needless to say, the three-eyed gun, let's just talk about the bird gun, although the firearm has a long range, but the power is small, and at a distance of fifty steps, it can't break the two layers of heavy armor on their bodies.

If it weren't for the poor quality of all kinds of firearms, in the Ming and Qing wars, the Tartars would have died long ago.

However, the enemy on the opposite side was Zheng Jun, who was known for its sharp guns. Even if they were blinded by the silver, they couldn't help but be a little timid now.

Zheng Jun's spear could easily penetrate the double layers of heavy armor they wore and the shields they held at a distance of forty or fifty paces.

The rear immediately sounded the shouting and scolding of Ai Xing'a, Liu Xin looked through the crowd, and looked at the muzzle on the opposite side, although his scalp was numb, but he still raised his arms and shouted: "I have been supported by the marshal for many years, and the time has come to serve the marshal today." Come with me, brothers......"

Finally pushed the somewhat shaky morale back to the top.

Although Liu Jun unconsciously dispersed the team during the assault to reduce the intensity of Zheng's muskets.

In the blink of an eye, the Qing soldiers rushed through forty paces, but Yuan Dahong still did not give the order to fire, he had already experimented, and the strong bows and heavy arrows of the Qing army were difficult to form a threatening damage to the armored musketeers in the front at a distance of forty paces, because they were also wearing double armor.

The cotton armor on the outside, the iron armor on the inside.

The Qing army's strong bows and arrows had to stay at least thirty paces before they posed a mortal threat to them.

And most of them run straight to the head, neck, and face where the protection is weak.

In the same way, if their musketeers want to maintain the maximum lethality of their guns, they must also put them close to fight, which is a great test of the psychological endurance of the sergeants, that is, because they are veterans of the Xiao Yuan battalion and have undergone strict training to do this.

Yuan Dahong saw the soldiers rolling in, he stiffened his face, but he didn't give the order to open fire for a long time, all the soldiers around him were hanging with a heart, and the musketeers in the front row were going to bite their lips to bleed.

Yuan Dahong did this, and the increased danger was borne by them.

But they could only keep their heads down tightly and let the arrows from the opposite side fall on them.

This is also the most important factor for the leading musketeers to add one rank to each battle merit.

Finally, when the Qing soldiers rushed through thirty steps, Yuan Dahong waved his hand, and the piercing sound of the horn resounded through the sky and reached everyone's ears.

The officer standing on the right side of the first row pointed his long knife forward, and with all his strength to feed, shouted hoarsely: "Shoot!" ”

A deafening volley of muskets rang out.

A line of scorching firelight flashed in front of the line, and thick smoke rose at the same time.

With the loud sound of muskets, the Qing soldiers who rushed in front immediately fell to pieces, even if they deliberately dispersed, but when they rushed too close, the crowd unconsciously densed, and thirty or forty people were knocked to the ground.

Not to mention the lightly armored archers, even those who were dressed in two layers of armor, a puff of blood mist also appeared from their bodies, and they rolled to the ground with a terrible scream.

If the projectile does not encounter resistance and passes straight through the body, the damage is the smallest and lightest. But if it is blocked by something, the destructive power will rise more than one step suddenly.

The spherical lead bullets all change shape as they penetrate the armor, which naturally changes their trajectory.

There is a finger-sized blood hole at the entrance, but a bowl-sized blood hole can be slammed out of the vest. When the lead bullet enters the body, the internal organs inside have been completely destroyed by the deformed lead bullet, and such an injury is that the gods are not saved.

Some people are lucky, the lead bullet penetrated the shield and hit the strongest part of the iron armor, and the double armor was impenetrable, but the powerful impact of the projectile would also damage all the bones and internal organs in them.

This is just like the heavy armor infantry can't withstand the heavy blow of a blunt weapon, a blunt weapon naturally can't break through the heavy armor, but it can shock the people inside through the armor to death and injury.

They either fell to the ground and could not move, or they vomited blood from their mouths, and one by one they waited for death.

Yuan Dahong saw a person who led the charge, the broadsword in his right hand had fallen, and the heavy shield he was holding in his left hand had also been lost, and his hands were covering his chest, where blood was constantly bubbling up. The whole person walked forward unconsciously, stumbling to the ground, his face was full of dazedness, as if he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.

"Bomb drop—"

There was another shout in the army, and dozens of grenades had already been thrown.

The flames of the explosion completely annihilated the group of Qing soldiers at the front.

Liu Xin's body was thrown backwards, and a grenade exploded under his feet, and the whole person was like a fluttering leaf, and before the person fell to the ground, he completely swallowed his last breath.