Ta Zhan didn't know that his beloved son was dead at this time. But he knew what Ai Xing Ah was doing. Seeing the sound of guns and shouts of killing between Zheng Jun's outpost village and the fort, he immediately knew that his son was there.

The first batch of five or six hundred Tartar horse armor soldiers who escaped from Qingzhou City rushed towards the battlefield.

On the whole, the Qing army's attack this time was a surprise to the Zheng army.

Zheng Zhilong felt that his arrangement was foolproof.

He arranged soldiers and horses for each gate, and it was a large battalion - a sentinel village - a first-line fort, and a three-layer deep defense line. The Tartars want to sneak attack, that's impossible. Even if you want to escape from Qingzhou, it is very difficult.

The first is the fort on the front line.

There was artillery there, and the muzzles of the guns blocked the gates, so how easy was it for the Tartars to get out of the city?

In fact, in tonight's battle, the guns of these forts were of great use.

The Tartars also cared about these forts before they started, but the forts were all fifty zhang away from the city wall, and they were covered by fence sand castles, so even if the marksman stood at the head of the city, it was in vain. Therefore, it is necessary to use the shield cart first, and use the shield cart to open the road, so as to resist the bombardment of the shells as much as possible.

But at the same time, the speed of this shield car must not be slow, let alone block the road. So these shield cars are all normalized shield cars, even lightweight shield cars, and of course they don't fight against them.

They are used entirely because no matter how much they don't beat the shield cart, they can carry things better than people.

That's why these need meat shields and cannon fodder to be substitutes for the dead.

Tonight's battle is together, everything is as expected, the meat shields push the shield cart to be shot, push the shield cart to block the gun, and let the Eight Banners run along the frozen city wall root or moat.

The five-pound iron bullet of the "boom ......" directly pierced the shield car, and the solid baffle was like a piece of tissue paper, which passed through with one touch, and the broken wood was scattered.

The cannonball then fell to the ground through the crowd behind the shield cart, leaving behind it with a number of terrible screams, and then quickly bounced off the ground like a hammer, crashing into one of the shield carts behind it.

The baffle was smashed to pieces, and the flying pieces of wood were like crossbows that broke through the air, splashing in all directions, and it was another dead and wounded.

Such a scene is not uncommon at the three city gates in the north, south and west, that is, a cannonball accidentally falls in the crowd, and then the tragedy of going straight out of the crowd has also happened many times.

Otherwise, Liu Zeqing would have tears flowing down his eyes like this? It's miserable. With the combat strength of other troops, they simply can't afford such a tragic battle.

"Lord, if you go on like this, ......"

How long has it been going on? Liu Zeqing felt that something was wrong. As far as the virtue of his subordinates is concerned, just such a way to die, so don't turn the sky upside down?

Haoge frowned, Liu Zeqing's concerns were also his worries. After all, he knows the virtue of the Green Flag soldiers, this Liu Zeqing is a veteran former Ming commander-in-chief, and his subordinates have some family backgrounds, but such a tragic war, let alone Liu Zeqing, even the Eight Banners may not be able to stand it.

"Zheng Zhi Longte is vicious!"

After withdrawing from Qingzhou this time, we must learn this lesson. In the future, when fighting with the Zheng army, you must not be beaten in the city.

Whether or not there is no fire in the city, it cannot be controlled by men.

Zheng Zhilong's method of blocking the door with a cannon is too disgusting.

However, these words are all later, and the most important thing at the moment is Liu Zeqingjun's appeasement.

Hauge couldn't think of a specific good way, so when he was worried, he saw a horse galloping to the city, and then a man desperately rushed up to the city.

"Lord Wang, it's not a good thing. Nikan rebels in the south of the city! ”

"What?" Hauge was shocked, and hurriedly turned his head to look south, he hadn't paid attention before, but now he looked at it, and it seemed that the shouts and guns in the south of the city had weakened. Even Liu Zeqing on the side exclaimed. The leader of the troops in the south of the city was his henchman Zheng Longfang.

Bahana withdrew his gaze from the south of the city and immediately spoke to Hauge, "Lord, we must speed up. ”

As soon as Liu Jun in the south of the city surrendered, the direction of the Eight Banners would inevitably be exposed, and if Zheng Jun swarmed towards the city, it would be a big trouble. Moreover, the Liu army in the south of the city has surrendered, how long can the Liu army in the west of the city hold on?

"Tell Tunqi, be quick!"

Hauge shook his body violently.

Even Liu Jun at the South Gate and West Gate is all dead, and he is not distressed. But if the Eight Banners under his command are too damaged, then it will be really troublesome.

Unfortunately, Hauge's heart was not understood by Ta Zhan.

When he learned about his son's fate from the few defeated soldiers he encountered, Ta Zhan went violent.

This is his most beloved son, his future heir.

"Rush me, rush me—"

Without the slightest hesitation, Ta Zhan's choice was to charge.

There was a calm one in this tartar, and Turai could watch Aobai die without raising troops in anger, but Tazhan could not accept the death of his own son.

The dead soldiers in the front vests, one wearing two layers of heavy armor, was divided into a shku (Xiao Cavalry School), holding a heavy shield and an iron bone in his right hand, and shouted: "Warriors, charge with me!" ”

The two Niu Lu Zhangjing, both of whom shouted in unison, commanded the sergeants of their subordinates, and rushed together with the one in front of them.

At the same time, dozens of lightly armored Mongolian army banner vest soldiers also flashed out from both sides of the vests of those dead soldiers, and they were ready in the blink of an eye with bows and arrows in their hands!

The screams of both sides rang out at the same time, and in the volley of muskets, more than two dozen dead soldiers in vests and Mongolian armours were knocked to the ground.

But not all of them died. Those who shouted and rushed up the dead soldier vest or the Mongolian army flag horse armor soldiers, all of them were very athletic, not to mention that people were knocked down from the horse, and the war horse was injured and fell, unless it was unlucky, and the rest were rolled off the horse with a turn over.

Fifty paces away, the power of the spear is naturally not as good as that of thirty paces, but it can still penetrate the heavy armor they wear, penetrate the flesh and bones of the horses, and knock them to the ground one by one.

The one with a heavy shield and an iron bone in his hand was hit by several muskets, and was knocked off his horse on the spot, with several bloody holes in his body, and his eyes were wide open on the ground, and he could not die again.

He was joined by several horse-armored soldiers, and several Mongolian banner horsemen were also knocked to the ground, but most of the Qing archers had already fired their first wave of arrows.

Yuan Dahong raised his arm to block an arrow that pierced in front of him, but the sharp arrow did not penetrate the armor. The Mongols' bow and arrow strength was also very strong, but in armor piercing, the riding bow was inherently backward to the foot bow. This is the same reason that the gun barrels on battleships are not as thick as those on coastal batteries.

"Put!"

I didn't have time to think about it at all, after the first row of musketeers retreated, the second row stepped forward, and hundreds of firearms were aimed at the rushing Qing soldiers and horses, and there was no need to aim at all, as long as the trigger machine was pulled.

"Bang bang!"

The second row of firecrackers retreated, the third row stepped forward, and a large stream of gunpowder smoke erupted, and the Qing horsemen who rushed up one by one screamed and were knocked to the ground, the projectiles broke through their armor, and rolled rapidly in their bodies, mercilessly harvesting their lives.

Fourth row, fifth row,......

As long as they don't get hit in the head, it is difficult for the Qing soldiers with the bullets in the head to die instantly, but it is better to die immediately. The great pain made them roll on the ground and howl, whether it was a dead soldier or an officer, the distinction of rank could not suppress the physical pain.

A lucky vest soldier staggered along with his arm clutched. He fell from his horse and was not injured, and the gun only wounded his arm. But the strong impact still made him a little dazed. The only thing the vest soldier remembers is to stand up immediately, tell others that he is not dead, and then leave the battlefield as soon as possible, otherwise he would have saved his life now, and he would not have been able to escape all the hooves.

But his stumbling footsteps hurt himself, and his brain, which was not completely sober, hurt himself.

A war horse sprinted, just like the tragic car accident in the later generations, and the war horse knocked the whole person away.

The man screamed as he fell to the ground, rolled over, and then stopped moving.

"Fire—"

The first platoon of musketeers had already been reloaded, and they could have continued to fire, forming a continuous volley of guns. But Yuan Dahong felt that it was necessary to let the tiger squat cannon come and exert its might again.

After a burst of cannonade, a large white smoke rose in front of the battle, and the night wind could not immediately blow the smoke away. The pungent smell of gunpowder smoke made Yuan Dahong look extremely excited.

He longed to see the tiger squat again, and the Tartar who was killed fell to the ground.

And that's exactly what happened.

Through the smoke, he could sporadically see the ugliness of the Tartars over there. The rest of the men seemed to be blinded, some of them turned their horses and ran diagonally, while others continued to rush with screaming and shouting horses.

"Bang bang ......" platoon shots rang out.

A dozen crazy Tartar vests were swept away.

"Withdraw, withdraw...... more than one voice shouted, Ta Zhan wanted to avenge his son, but the situation simply did not allow it.

Niu Lu Zhangjing, who had been assigned to the Shikus, turned around and ran away one by one, and they no longer listened to his orders.

When all the smoke was swept away by the night wind, what fell in Yuan Dahong's eyes was the backs of the Tartars fleeing in a hurry.

It seems that the Tartar soldiers also have these two brushes, Yuan Dahong looked at the corpses of the people and horses who fell in front of the front, and laughed out loud: "Happy, happy, really happy!" ”

This feeling of bullying the Tartars made Yuan Dahong burst with refreshment. It's completely different from playing Green Flags.

"Forward, forward. Leave a group to mend the sword, and the rest immediately move forward—" He hadn't forgotten what was ahead.

At this time, at the west gate of Qingzhou City, Liu Jun's defeated soldiers rushed back to the city in a swarm. Whoever likes to carry such a sharp cannon outside is not a human job at all. And the dozens of real Tartars who stayed there as the prison army had already been dismembered by Sergeant Liu.

Yao Wenchang looked at a group of subordinates who were about to hold knives to his neck, and said bitterly: "Can I still have another way to go now?" After speaking, he stepped forward with a knife, one by one, as if killing a chicken, and chopped off the heads of all the five captured Tartars.

There was no turning back.

It's not that his hands are stained with Tartar blood, so isn't Wu Sangui stained more? And the king of Sanshun, that is the same. Compared with them, what is Yao Wenchang killing these people?

But tonight is a big deal, and if they are impotent, the pressure at the north gate will be greater. That is a major event related to the life and death of nearly 10,000 Eight Banners. Coupled with Liu Zeqing, who can't turn back, how can Yao Wenchang go back to Daqing again? Now I can only hope that my family will not be poisoned by the Tartars.

The Liu army at the west gate and the south gate surrendered one after another, and one of the three remained, so I don't know where this real tartar is.

Zheng Zhilong had already asked Zhou Yi to lead the horsemen to rush to the north gate, hoping to leave as many True Tartars in Qingzhou as possible.