Li Zhi rode on his horse, looked at the Qing army camp in the distance, and was silent. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The Qing army in front of him seemed to be hesitating to attack Li Zhi, and lined up outside the city for a day without action. If Li Zhi retreated into the city, the Tartars would definitely not be able to capture the city and would have to leave. But in that case, the pig farms and other peripheral facilities will be destroyed by the Tartars, not to mention the houses of the surrounding people, all of them will be destroyed.

This time, the Qing army went straight to Fanjiazhuang from the city of Jinan, and only wanted to take Li Zhi's lair as quickly as possible, and there was no time to destroy it along the way, and the villages and towns around Fanjiazhuang were still intact. Li Zhi confronted the Qing army outside the city, and he was able to keep the property of the surrounding people.

Li Zhi was immediately observing the Qing army with a telescope, but saw smoke and dust billowing from the southwest, and three messengers on fast horses galloping from a distance. Li Zhi looked through the binoculars and found that the three were the messengers sent by Li Zhi in Lu Xiangsheng's army.

The three of them and the scout verified their identities and galloped in front of Li Zhi. Seeing Li Zhi, the three messengers couldn't help it and shed tears on their faces. They jumped off their horses, prostrate on the ground, and shouted hoarsely:

"General, Doge... The Governor, he has died in the battle of Julu Jiazhuang! ”

Li Zhi was also stunned when he heard the news, and asked in a trembling voice, "How did he die?" ”

The three messengers raised their heads, their eyes red and said, "The governor was surrounded by Dongnu in Julu, and led the whole army out of the village for a decisive battle. In the end, the artillery was exhausted, and the slave cavalry attacked the Chinese army in Jiazhuang. Hu Dawei's general army led troops to resist the battle, but was defeated and retreated. The governor Mai Xiaofu rushed into the enemy formation with a sword, single-handedly killed dozens of Qing soldiers, and finally fell from his horse and died after being hit by four arrows and three swords..."

"Chen An, the general of the governor's department, was afraid that the Qing army would kill the body of the governor, so he lay down on it, and died with twenty-four arrows in his body..."

When he had said this, the messenger fell to the ground and wept aloud.

When Li Zhi heard these words, he sighed, and the two lines of tears couldn't help but flow down.

Lu Xiangsheng died, and Chen An also died.

Only a few days after he left, the Qing army surrounded Lu Xiangsheng, who was short of soldiers. These God-killed Tartars, these God-killed Dongnu, actually killed the mainstay of my Ming Dynasty.

Li Zhi was silent for a long time before raising his head, he raised his sword and shouted: "Soldiers, the sky is unfair!" The governor Lu Xiangsheng is dead. He died in Julu Jiazhuang, after killing dozens of Dongnu. ”

"Dongnu, killed our governor!"

The soldiers spread the word of mouth, and the news of the governor's death was spread. Hearing the news of the death of the governor, Li Zhi's 10,000 soldiers had blood-red eyes, and many of them shed tears. Lu Duchen has no selfishness, he is dedicated to governing the army for the country, and he will rush in front of the battle when he kills the enemy, but the rewards of the Son of Heaven are distributed to the whole army, but he is the backbone of my Ming Dynasty. But such a loyal minister was framed by traitors and killed by the Tartars in Julu Jiazhuang.

The heavens are unfair, the heavens are unfair!

The 10,000 soldiers threw all their hatred on the 30,000-strong Dongnu army in front.

Even the 2,000 soldiers who had never served under Lu Xiangsheng were also infected by the atmosphere of unity, and they were filled with righteous indignation.

Li Zhi angrily raised his sword and shouted loudly: "The way of heaven is insufficient, I will wait for the puppet to make up for it!" The whole army marches forward, kills Dongnu, and avenges the governor! ”

"Kill slaves!"

Hearing Li Zhi's slave-killing roar, 12,000 tiger masters shouted one after another, and their voices rose higher and higher.

"Kill slaves!"

"Kill slaves!"

"Kill slaves!!"

The roars of more than 10,000 people resounded throughout the four fields. Where did the soldiers and horses of the Qing army two miles away have seen such momentum? They didn't know why the Ming army was suddenly so angry, and they panicked one by one. Li Zhi's prestige has been far away, and at this time, he is so mournful that the soldiers will win, how can ordinary people stop it?

Engetu, the owner of the Eight Banners Mongolian Red Banner, was very panicked when he saw the Tiger Benji coming over. He rode the Yue Tuo in the formation and fled to his own soldiers and horses on horseback. When he arrived at his own red flag, Engetu shouted, "Run away with me."

In a cloud of smoke and dust, Engetu fled with his 2,000 Mongol warriors.

The 500 swingers of the Qing army rushed out to chase the deserter, but they couldn't stop the deserter's hooves, and after chasing for a while, they reluctantly turned back.

Li Zhi's 12,000 Tiger Ben division lined up the phalanx, lined up 140 cannons in front, and unstoppably slaughtered more than 20,000 Tartars.

Engetu's flight apparently caused chaos among the Qing army, and Yue Tuo began to suspect the other Mongol generals around him, and took back the swing of the tooth to surround the Chinese army, making a gesture to prevent the Mongol nobles from escaping. This distrust of the Mongols made those Mongol nobles turn blue with anger.

After Li Zhi's soldiers and horses were escorted a mile away, Yue Tuo stabilized his position and ordered the whole army to advance towards Li Zhi's Tiger Division.

The military flag waved and the horn sounded, and the more than 20,000 Manchu and Mongolian troops stretched for several miles, howling loudly, and rushed towards Li Zhi's phalanx.

Yue Tuobu used some scheming when he was in formation, letting the 15,000 soldiers of the Mongols rush to the front, and let the soldiers of the Eight Banners of Manchuria follow behind.

"Kill slaves!"

At a distance of two hundred and fifty meters, Li Zhi's one hundred and forty six-pounder cannons were ignited by the gun commander. More than 10,000 shotguns were fired at the Tartar soldiers with blood on their hands, like 10,000 deaths. The blood flowers were like the inquisitor's ceremonial flowers, blooming one after another on the bodies of the Tartars in the front row, connecting them together. The projectiles that burst out of the explosion of black powder were able to penetrate the body of two layers of Tartars, causing tragic damage to the Tartars in the front row.

In just one shot, one hundred and forty artillery pieces killed more than a thousand Mongol Tatars.

The front of the battle was filled with blood and stumps in an instant, and mutilated corpses were everywhere. The Tartars were struck hard and panicked. His feet trembled, and the soles of his feet went limp, and he slowed down the pace of the charge.

Yue Tuo of the Chinese army had long known that he would be hit hard by the artillery of the Ming army, but seeing the tragic situation after being hit by the artillery with his own eyes still shocked him: the soldiers in the front row two miles wide on the battlefield were almost completely wiped out, and the front of the formation of nearly 30,000 people charging was beaten alive. The scene of blood flying is like a massacre.

Yue Tuo gritted his teeth, reached into his skirt armor with his right hand, and subconsciously pinched his thighs, pinching his thighs without paying attention.

The Tartars, who were lucky not to be hit by the shotgun, managed to walk fifty meters and rushed to within the range of the Tiger Division's rifles. The front of the phalanx was in a three-stage strike formation at this time, and there were 1,000 people in each row on the front. When the trembling Qing army entered the 200-meter range, the roars of the soldiers of the Tiger Division rang out one after another.

"Kill slaves!"

"Kill slaves!!"

A thousand soldiers of the Tiger Division shouted to kill slaves, aimed at the Qing army and pressed the trigger. In the crackling sound of gunfire, Mini's rifle spat out tongues of fire, and patches of thick fog emerged in front of the Tiger Division. The Mongol Tartars in the front row of the Qing army fell one by one like straw cut by a sickle.

After the soldiers in the front row finished shooting, they withdrew from the right, and the soldiers in the back row were already ready to go, stepped up and stood in the front row, and began the second shot.

"Kill slaves!"

"Kill slaves!!"

There was another crackling gunshot, and one by one the Mongolian Tartars fell in a pool of blood like cannon fodder used to fill the forbidden area of death in front of the battle. The two hundred meters in front of the battle turned into a morgue, filled with dead bodies in various postures. Some of the dead Tartars screamed and groaned loudly, twitching, and pressed hard against their wounds in an attempt to stop the bleeding. Some of the severed Tartars even hobbled in search of their severed limbs, turning the front of the battle into a miserable Shura hell.

But the soldiers of the Tiger Division were still shooting angrily.

"Kill slaves!"

"Kill slaves!!" (To be continued.) )