Fear was contagious, and soon the cavalry in front rushed to both sides, and the rear grabbed the reins of their horses, and finally the attack was gone.

Hong Xu also scolded happily in the side car, "Damn, what kind of weird trick is this, he is only allowed to hit others, others can't beat him." That's a good thing. ”

The charge in front was blocked, but the five or six hundred cavalry that had already burst in the car formation rushed left and right in the car formation, and in a flash they had killed nearly a thousand Ming soldiers. Hong Xu was furious by the blood and water in the field. With his hand stretched out, he pulled out the long knife under the ribs. Jumping off the side van, the tiger roared and jumped into the crowd.

Coming at him was a Qing rider with a long sword, who had already lost his horse, but even in the underground battle, he was still very brave. Hong Xu was able to be Zheng Sen's personal guard back then, you can imagine that skill, in terms of kung fu alone, he is definitely not as good as those Jianghu characters, but in terms of the experience of fighting in this battle, those Jianghu high-rollers are far worse than him.

Don't rush to swing your first sword, this is the rule when fighting hand-to-hand on the battlefield. The war has driven people into madness, and everyone is desperately wielding their blades, looking for their opponents silently with red eyes. The entire battlefield struggled with a frenzied slash and a dying sigh.

The cavalryman clinged to the weapon in his hand, staring into the other man's eyes, just waiting for his eyes to disperse, this is when the knife is drawn, his eyes will only tell you one thing, that is, whether he will be timid. Taking advantage of the moment when his eyes were scattered, he swung the blade in his hand. But what he didn't expect was that this opponent also swung his blade when he had just made a move.

"Bang" is the sound of metal intersecting.

"How is he a hand ......," the cavalry was still thinking in a panic. Hong Xu's fist had changed in front of him in an instant, and the blow he swung with all his strength had shifted his center of gravity a little, and his face seemed to be facing Hong Xu's punch.

The cavalryman spurted a mouthful of blood from his mouth, and the punch shattered many of his teeth. But he didn't care about the pain, so he pounced and wanted to roll a few times on the ground, dodging the blade that Hong Xu was following.

After all, he was still a step slower, and the sharp blade pierced through the leather armor, piercing his internal organs directly from the side of his flank, and the heartfelt pain completely conquered him. He opened his mouth as he felt Hong Wook kick him in the ass with a blade. He shouted, "Damn, I'm going to die, and you're still kicking." In fact, he just opened his mouth, but did not make a sound, and his eyes were looking at the figures around him. None of this has anything to do with him, he looks up at the sky, you listen, you listen to the distant birch forest, the white mountains and black water they are calling, it's time to go home.

The blood that spurted from the wound of that cavalryman stained Hong Xu's robe.

There were three of the cavalry's companions on the side, roaring angrily, and each holding his blade rushed towards Hong Xu. Two long knives and a spear, holding the momentum of collapsing mountains and splitting the ground, greeted Hong Xu.

Raising the knife, Hong Xu spun around and knocked the spear away, and the knife in his hand slashed towards the top of the pikeman's head, and the two knife-wielding ones slashed down at the person.

"Ahh The pikeman screamed miserably, and one by one, his head was cut off and rolled on the ground twice before stopping, but the two long knives were about to beckon Hong Xu. Hong Xu saw three enemies coming over at that time, and he was holding a desperate fighting style, anyway, he had already cut down one of them, this one was earned, and the remaining two were probably not something he could handle.

With the sound of "rumbling" wide wooden wheels crushing the ground, ten chariots lined up in a squeezing formation, squeezing the remaining more than 200 Qing cavalry in the chariot formation towards the city gate.

Hong Xu lay on the ground, clenched his teeth, preparing for the two knives that were close to him, he made up his mind that even if he died, he would not cry out in pain, and Lao Tzu would be a good man again after eighteen years. Gritted his teeth and waited for a long time but didn't wait for the knife to come, of course he wouldn't be disappointed. He opened his eyes, but his eyes saw that the ten chariots of the old barracks were lined up, slowly advancing towards the city gate, and everyone they met who was still fighting with the Qing army was snatched back by the people who got out of their chariots and followed behind their chariots.

"Damn, it's good to have a car that you can move." Apparently he had also been rescued by them, and as soon as he rolled over and got up, he also ran after the advancing chariots. As soon as I passed, I saw that the surnamed Gan was holding a strange-looking crossbow in his hand, following behind the chariot, and no more than one person got out of each of them, and he saw that it was the platoon leader of the squad during the pre-war discussion.

"How is it, are you alright?" asked Gan, but his eyes did not take his eyes off the crossbow in his hand.

Hong Xu took a look, there were about five or six hundred people behind their car, that is, there were bird players, there were also sword players and archers, one by one they were organized by them, lined up in triangles, sword players held big shields on the periphery, and those archers and bird players were hiding inside, lined up in four rows, just pointing the bows and arrows and bird guns in their hands outward.

Gan Hui was still cautious, holding the crossbow in his hand, and ran forward with small steps, following the chariot. "Attention, here." Suddenly he screamed.

Obviously, a few cavalry rushed through the line formed by the chariots, and the Ming army that followed behind was in chaos, and Gan Hui shouted loudly.

Those Ming soldiers didn't know where these cars came from, they only knew that as long as they entered this circle on the battlefield, they could keep their reputations, especially those bird-strickmen. The bird guns in their hands are not loaded with gunpowder and lead shots, and they are not as good as a coal fire stick on the side. This will be according to the request of the people, the first bird player will be surrounded by the knife player, just put the bird gun in his hand and follow along.

About ten meters in front is the chariots that are pushed forward in a horizontal row, and the distance between the two chariots is about three meters, and at most two horses can be let go of the two horses to run over, although the chance of rushing over is relatively low, and it will have to brave the feather arrows like rain, but luck is such a thing, don't believe it, this is not a dozen cavalry broke through the obstacles of the chariot and ran over.

At the command of Gan, the first row of bird players and archers who followed closely behind the sword player fired their weapons in one hand, and as soon as they finished firing, they retreated back to the second line, and the remaining two rows inside were behind the knife player.

Of course, they used to launch in a line on a partial box car, although today's formation is a bit strange, after all, it is a trained regular army, or relatively easy to organize, as long as the outermost knife and card hand is chaotic, roughly can still maintain the formation.