Wu Yi gritted his teeth, although he received an order to find the Tartar and evacuate after lighting the wolf smoke, he didn't have a horse in his pier, and his two legs couldn't run on four legs.

"Don't be afraid." Wu Yi raised the flintlock pistol in his hand, "Check the ammunition and prepare to shoot." ”

Wu Yi said this, and he was secretly afraid in his heart, even if the seven people on his side could repel these more than 30 Tartars, what would happen to the tens of thousands of Tartars in the back, this fire road pier would not be able to hold it at all.

More than thirty war horses approached the fire pier, and a gunshot rang out, and a sergeant couldn't help but shoot first.

Wu Yi kicked the sergeant who fired the gun to the ground: "Whoever tells you to fight, those who don't listen to orders will be killed." ”

The sergeant knelt on the ground and kept shaking, and Wu Yi didn't say more: "Reload." ”

More than thirty war horses were getting closer and closer to the fire pier, and heavy arrows were constantly being thrown from the sky, Wu Yi hid behind the battlement, and his fingers on the trigger were trembling slightly.

"Fire!" The order was finally given.

Seven flintlock muskets fired, and one of the red-armored soldiers who rushed to the first one threw himself from his horse to the ground, and the rest of the Tartars grabbed their horses one after another, and no one expected that there would be such a far fire gun in this small fire road pier.

"My lord, we hit, we hit." A sergeant stood up excitedly and shouted, Wu Yi was just about to shout, a heavy arrow flew over, and it hit the sergeant's chest without bias or obliqueness.

The sergeant clutched his chest and fell to the ground, still saying, "My lord, we really hit." ”

Wu Yi didn't care about the sergeant who was hit by the arrow, and ordered: "Reload." ”

The Tartars outside the bunker gathered together, bows and arrows aloft in hand, and rode their horses towards the pier of the fire road.

With the experience just now, Wu Yi put the tartar closer this time: "Fire!" ”

The six flintlock muskets did not hit even a single Tartar this time, and more than thirty Tartars galloped back and forth in front of the bunker, their bows and arrows constantly being hurled at the low walls.

The six Ming soldiers were suppressed behind the battlements and did not dare to show their heads, and Wu Yi hurriedly loaded the ammunition: "Hurry up and load, hurry up and load." ”

The other five Ming soldiers loaded their guns and looked at Wu Yi nervously. Wu Yi steadied himself: "You all know that the mountain beam three miles away from here has a forest over it. Listen to my orders to shoot in a moment, and when the fight is over, we will run to the woods. ”

"My lord, don't we have a horse to run out?" A sergeant asked.

"Life and death are all in peace." Wu Yi said, "But they all bring firecrackers, and no one is allowed to throw them away." ”

"My lord, what about our fire road pier?" A sergeant pointed to the pile of firewood that had been erected below.

"Burn it, don't leave anything for the tartars."

The tartars under the pier gathered together again and rushed towards Wu Yi and them. Six Ming soldiers lit torches, and the muzzles of their guns extended out of the city walls.

"Fire!"

The two Tartars were knocked off their horses, and while the Tartars were retreating, Wu Yi gave an order: "Light the fire and run." ”

Six torches were thrown at the firewood, and the six Ming soldiers grabbed flintlock pistols and rushed down the city wall, running towards the dead Sa Yazi on the mountain beam three miles away.

Thirty Tartars retreated some distance and grabbed the horses, and the leader Niu Lu really put his hands on the pergola and looked at it, and there was a huge fire in the fire pier, and six figures were running into the distance.

"Damn Nikan." Niu Lu really urged the war horse under his crotch, "Pursuit." ”

Wu Yi had just run out of a mile when the sound of horses' hooves sounded behind him. Several heavy arrows flew over, and a Ming soldier fell to the ground with a scream. The rest of the Ming army slowed down and looked back in horror.

"Run, run, run." Wu Yi shouted loudly, "Don't stop anyone, run out one by one." ”

The sound of horses' hooves behind him was getting closer and closer, and a Ming soldier beside Wu Yi was killed by an arrow. Wu Yi secretly glanced back, the Tartar was less than ten zhang away from him, and he was still more than a mile away from the woods.

"I can't run away." Wu Yi's heart was cold for a while, and his mouth was still shouting, "Run, run hard." ”

The other three Ming soldiers ran desperately without looking back, and Wu Yi stopped, turned around and raised the flintlock pistol.

Wu Yi knew that his gun was not loaded with bullets, and it was too late to load it now, but Wu Yi still made a shooting posture, hoping to buy a little time for the Ming army who were still alive.

The thirty Tartars also stopped, and although they knew that only one bullet could be fired from the fire bolts on the other side, none of them wanted to be the one who rushed first.

The two sides were deadlocked for a few seconds, and Niu Lu really waved his hand: "Release the arrow!" ”

More than a dozen arrows were nailed to Wu Yi's body at the same time, and Wu Yi fell to the ground softly.

The sun in the sky was so bright, and the people who were shining warmly were a little sleepy, and Wu Yi suddenly felt very tired and tired. Just go to sleep, when you fall asleep, everything is over, and tomorrow you wake up and it will be a new beginning. Wu Yi closed his eyes, the sun was so good.

The remaining three Ming troops ran out of a dozen steps before they were caught up by the Tartars, and thirty war horses surrounded the three Ming legions, and bows and arrows and tiger spears pointed at the three Ming troops.

"Don't let go of the arrows, the prince wants to live."

The three Ming soldiers held flintlock pistols with bayonets on them, and their legs were shaking.

A "bang" sounded with a bowstring, and a heavy arrow shot from the head of the Ming army into the sky. A Ming soldier collapsed to the ground with his legs limp, and the surrounding Tartars let out a burst of unbridled mockery.

"Stand up." A Ming soldier next to him dragged his comrades on the ground up and yelled at the Tartar, "Come on, grandpa and you guys are fighting." ”

Niu Lu really glanced at this Ming army with contempt, and pulled out a heavy arrow and put it on the bowstring.

"Kill the thief!" The Ming army raised its flintlock pistol and rushed towards Niu Lu Ezhen, but before he could rush to him, two heavy arrows shot at him at the same time.

"Bring these two back." Niu Lu really didn't care about the remaining two Ming troops, and after giving the order, he turned his horse's head and galloped away in the direction of the army.

Jiang Beiming and Wu Sangui stood at the head of Ningyuan's city, and there were no less than 20,000 or 30,000 Qing troops under the city.

"General Chiang, who are those Tartars over there?" Wu Sangui had never seen the Korean New Army, so he pointed to Jiang Beiming and asked.

"It's the army recruited by the Tatars in North Korea." Jiang Beiming estimated in his heart that there were only about 5,000 of the real Eight Banners under the city, and the remaining 20,000 were Tao Min's new Korean army.

Jiang Beiming knew that Tao Min had trained a total of about 60,000 or 70,000 troops in North Korea. Tao Gong's army attacking Tianjin this time should be at least 30,000, and there are more than 20,000 here, so the maximum number of troops who followed Huang Taiji to fight Beijing was 10,000, and it seems that the main force attacking Beijing should be the elite of the Eight Banners.