Zhao Bin's roar did not stop the rout of the two Tartars, they had already retreated step by step under the attack of Xiao Yuan's camp, and now they were ruthlessly attacked by the forward team, but they couldn't collapse anymore.

"Can't be returned, can't be returned—"

Zhao Bin's cry was full of a futile sense of powerlessness, full of sadness that wanted to cry without tears.

The defeat was like a mountain, and he knew that he was powerless to save the defeat. He's not a god!

However, this defeat ruined all his great future.

He joined the Qing Dynasty, and was fortunate to be favored by Lord Belle and was awarded the post of Jialazhangjing, and a great future was blown away with this defeat.

Zhao Bin's eyes turned black.

"It's over, it's over, it's all over......"

From the Ming Dynasty to the Qing Dynasty, but the Qing Dynasty encountered such a thing again, he is not a fool, how can he not know that as soon as the Zheng army crosses the river like this, the Eight Banners army that is still fighting in the south will be attacked by the enemy, and it will be difficult to escape.

Bolo is the son of Abatai, if he is finished, will he still be able to curry favor with the Tartars if he is involved in this matter?

He is not a man inside and outside, and he is not a man inside and out.

"How did I get to where I am today?" Zhao Bin asked blankly. Where is there a place for him in this world?

The strength of his whole body seems to have been drained, and the fault is not that there are personal soldiers supporting him, and everyone can fall to the ground.

"Kill the twitter, kill the twitter......"

The five hundred marching teams raised the muskets in their hands, the muzzle bayonets were bright, and they rushed straight at Zhao Bin's defeated soldiers. It is one thing to chase the two Tartars directly to the Qing army camp and rescue the captive men and women, and it is also another thing to control money and food, but more importantly, to control Qingshui Shiqiao.

Hulib immediately realized the danger of Zhao Bin's defeat. At that moment, he abandoned the soldiers and horses of the Xiao Yuan battalion who were beaten on the opposite side and was about to collapse, and led the Eight Banners Infantry Army in his hand to rush straight to the camp.

The big hundreds of Tartars ran back frantically, and Hong Xu, who had already led the troops across the canal, looked at it and said, "This is here to send you to death." ”

A group of infantry armor, who didn't even have a few shields in their hands, came to attack the musket queue, which was really heroic!

When Kenji Ono saw the movements of the Qing army, his smiling eyes narrowed into a slit. Good guy, great guy.

As the number of soldiers coming out of the army increased day by day, he was worried about the decline in the status of his team in Zheng Zhilong's eyes, and the stupid fool on the other side took the initiative to send the head to the door, which was really a good person.

The hot enthusiasm in Ono's heart gushed out, and he raised the big sword and shouted loudly: "Three-stage strike, prepare-"

"Shoot—"

When the Qing soldiers ran to a distance of about fifty paces, they saw that someone had stopped and bent their bows and arrows. Kenji Ono didn't hesitate anymore.

The sound of "crackling" sounded like firecrackers, white gunpowder smoke rose, and the gunshots rang out one after another.

The sergeant Zheng Jun on the embankment cheered, and Shen Nanguang, who had already crossed the river with the former army, looked hideous, clapped his hands vigorously, and shouted: "Good fight, good fight." These brutes should all be killed. ”

Hong Xu laughed: "Our army has landed on the shore, and none of the Tartars in the south of the bridge have to run!" ”

They are all at the top of the army, and they are familiar with the entire battle plan. The army has already crossed the canal, and the Tartars can still be good?

At this time, the charging Qing soldiers were only more than 30 steps away from the nearest march, but many of them hesitated and slowed down the pace of the charge, preferring to shoot with bows and arrows at the forward team rather than charge to die.

Hu Libu was furious, he didn't have time to waste it here, otherwise when a large number of Zheng Jun lined up, everything would be over. At that moment, he personally held the flag and shouted: "Warriors of the Eight Banners, rush with me!" ”

"Kill!"

A few of the guards beside him, as well as a dozen Baya soldiers with bright armor and red tassels, all brandished their blades and attacked with the flag. Seeing the leader so brave, the fighting spirit of the Qing soldiers was greatly boosted, and they all shouted and charged.

At the same time, the armor soldiers who were good at shooting also opened their bows and arrows, and for a while, the bows and arrows were fired in unison! It is also called the loss of the standing team.

Kenji Ono turned a blind eye to the casualties of his compatriots, and they, the ronin, had long been out of their minds about life and death. And they are convinced that even if they die in battle, their afterlife, their pensions, and their relatives will definitely be taken care of by Zheng Zhilong.

That's trust built over many years.

If so, the standing team stood upright in the arrow, not moving at all, and only shot out rows of projectiles.

It was an extraordinary courage.

Courage that belongs to the era of volley-gun salvos.

Screams rang out at the same time.

The volleys of muskets were lined up one after another, knocking over thirty or fifty or more Qing soldiers at a time, with the heavy armor following Hurib's charge leading the way. At a distance of thirty or fifty paces, no matter how many layers of heavy armor they were wearing, the projectiles of muskets could hit them as if they were hit hard.

Those white-armored soldiers wearing three-layer armor were hit by guns one after another, and the armor may still be able to support it, but people can't bear it. That gun is like a hammer, the hammer hits again and again, how can people continue to persevere?

That's the same as hitting a heavily armored soldier with a blunt weapon, without breaking the armor, only 'shocking' can 'shock' people to death.

Hurib had several huge bloody holes on his body, his eyes were wide on the ground, and he muttered: "Charge, charge......" The Tartar soldiers suffered great losses, but the death of the standing team was not small. The arrows of the Eight Banners were accurate and ruthless, and each wave could cause casualties to the standing team. Even if everyone in the standing team wears armor, they can clear the bow and arrows, and they can penetrate the heavy bar. The marching team was killed and wounded, and a hundred and ten fell.

Without artillery assistance and no shields, even if the musketeers could wear armor, in the face of the Qing army's longbows and heavy arrows, the casualties would not be small.

"Beep ......"

A piercing suona sound resounded across the battlefield. A large group of Zheng troops had already crossed the river, and the array had been lined up under the embankment, and with the guidance of the banner, they were outflanking the Qing soldiers in great strides.

When Bo Luo raised his head from the red fire of the Ming army, what he saw was Zheng Jun who was directly pressed by a line behind him.

Zheng Zhilong very decisively divided the troops in his hands into two parts, one part was led by Yuan Shizhong and Zhou Lianggong, captured the Qing army camp in Qiaonan, and gave the standing team to Zhou Gongliang. Then Zhou Gongliang relied on the camp to hold the bridgehead, and Yuan Shizhong led his troops to rush to Zhang Qiuzhen at the north end of the bridge to rescue the captive men and women, money, grain, and baggage.

The other is the elite of the two armies, and he divided the five hundred Iron Man Army. Together with the long-card soldiers and pikemen carefully selected from the camp of Xiao Yuan, the army strength of 2,000 people was divided into ten teams, and a great wall was built in front of each musket team.

The musketeers who followed behind each team of hand-to-hand combatants were arranged in a 50*5 horizontal formation.

There was a gap between the horizontal teams that was enough for the Qing cavalry to "flow into", if they wanted to. Together, all the soldiers formed a tight net.

"What about Hurib? He is going to cut him. The master gave him so many people, and he gave him such an explanation? Bolo was furious. Stretched out his hand and grabbed a Niu Lu Zhangjing, and he couldn't wait to break his neck.

"Lord Bei, Huribu is dead." This Niu Lu Zhangjing really admires Hurib a little bit, and he died heroically.

"Then what are you doing when you come back, a dead minion? Even the main general can't protect it. Bolo kicked the man to the ground, and the man got up again, his head clubbing.

Bolo knew that he had reached a very dangerous moment, and despite his angry appearance, in fact, he was very calm at heart.

He now had to make a choice between north and south, between fighting and fleeing......