Soon, Liu Liangzuo found that his soldiers had suffered heavy injuries and were no longer enough to besiege the Ming troops led by Zhang Qiang on all sides.

The soldiers of the Han Army Banner who had fled back looked at the narrow place in front of the hillside in horror, and no matter how they drove them, they did not go up.

Liu Liangzuo had to send his family and dozens of elite cavalry around him to replace the scattered infantry of the Han army.

However, apart from causing a large number of casualties to Zhang Qiang's three cold weapon teams, these people could not get close to Zhang Qiang's troops at all.

As the siege collapsed, Zhang Qiang moved Wei Wuji's musketeers to the front, leaving only fifty pro-army infantry to guard behind.

The firepower was increased, and the enemy infantry and cavalry, killed by two hundred firearms, ran away from afar, not daring to advance.

Liu Liangzuo was also a little blindsided, this army was like a hedgehog with a tongue of fire, piercing his hands when he touched it, and he couldn't help his opponent for a while.

He could only order the Han army to besiege on all sides, and the cavalry watched from afar, and sent troops to order Liu Guangbi and the Mongols to come back and make peace with him.

At this time, the general reported the loss, which made him so angry that he vomited blood, killed and injured more than 1,200 people, and fled more than 300 people, which made him even have Zhang Qiang's heart peeled alive.

Seeing that the enemy did not dare to attack, Zhang Qiang thought about it, and it was not a way to wait like this.

You must either break through or defeat your current enemy.

After thinking for a while, he shouted, "Hu Kui, order your cavalry to follow my left and right,"

"Order, Wei Wuji took fifty of my personal infantry, as well as the Liukou squad behind to guard my rear team, and his team of musketeers was handed over to me for command, and the swordmen, pikemen, and archers in the musketeers team were scattered and supplemented to the remaining three troops."

"The pikemen are on the left, the sword player is on the right, the musketeers are behind, the archers are behind me, Wei Wuji's team is behind the left, and the personal cavalry is in the center, attacking."

Hu Kui asked, "My lord, where to attack?" ”

Zhang Qiang glanced at Liu Liangzuo on the hill in the distance, "Where the enemy will be, the troops will attack wherever they are." ”

Hu Kui was stunned for a moment, "My lord, we have also lost a lot, at least more than 200 people have fallen, it is better to retreat slowly, retreat to Wuyi County, and hold on to it with Jiancheng." ”

Zhang Qiang shook his head, "I want to defeat the enemy in the field, the enemy is now divided, and when the enemy's cavalry comes back, we will be blocked in the middle of the road, and the infantry will definitely not be able to outrun the enemy's cavalry, so we have to defeat the enemy's infantry here, and wait for a while to meet the enemy's cavalry, at that time, the enemy's morale is low, and the cavalry is very tired after the battle, at that time, we will have a chance to escape, otherwise, we will be caught up by the enemy halfway, except for defeat, we have no way out." ”

Liu Liangzuo watched as the enemy's military formation moved towards where he was.

I couldn't help frowning, and I didn't know how to panic in my heart.

But he immediately laughed himself, although his troops suffered heavy losses, there were still more than 5,000 people, and the enemy was only a few hundred people, how could he be afraid of the enemy, the enemy left that hillside, it should be the enemy who killed himself, and there was no geographical advantage, to see how the enemy beat his own Han army flag.

Although these people are not disciplined, they are also veterans of a hundred battles, and they are ruthless, even if they can't suppress themselves.

He said to himself, "The Ming army is stupid, since you want to die, I will fulfill you, come, press on all sides, and the whole army will assault." ”

The teams of the two sides were separated by four or five hundred meters, and they rushed up.

Zhang Qiang's troops were on all sides, each facing the pressure of more than a thousand enemies.

And Zhang Qiang was unmoved, so he rushed over according to Liu Liangzuo's flag.

Amid the shouts of the officers, the troops marched towards Liu Liangzuo in a neat line.

"First row salvo, shooting"

This time it wasn't Zhang Qiang shouting, he was just the supreme commander, and the people who shouted were all low-level officers among the musketeers.

Zhang Qiang rode on a horse, observing the battlefield situation around him and adjusting his troops.

The first to face the frontal more than 1,200 of the enemy's most elite troops, the Han army banner troops composed of Liu Liangzuo's Jiading troops and cavalry troops.

But the salvo of a hundred musketeers made the enemy have no temper, just approaching seventy paces, the musketeers fired, seventy steps, with the lethality of the arquebus, it is not very large, many of them only injured the enemy, some were still slightly injured, but it also made the enemy tremble, they did not dare to face such a battle, even if they were Liu Liangzuo's elite soldiers, but who was not flesh and blood.

Liu Liangzuo's gunners also fired, but their gunners lacked training and only hit the shields of a dozen sword-bearers at the forefront of Xuanyuan Longfei's troops, causing the death of several sword-bearers, shattering the shields in the hands of seven or eight sword-bearers, and injuring sword-bearers.

The troops continued to advance, and the second row of musketeers did not shoot, because Zhang Qiang told them that the effective distance of the Ming army's musketeers was only thirty-four steps, and what was the difference between shooting and the enemy's musketeers at this time, they were the musketeers trained by Zhang Qiang, and their discipline and knowledge were much higher than those of the enemy's musketeers who were randomly put together, and this common sense was still there.

At this time, Zhou Congee's archers had already fought with the enemy archers who pressed up from the flank, and the two sides were half a catty and eight taels, with almost the same casualties, all blocked by shields, all of them had the same range, these righteous archers were not as good as those Han army flag archers, and it was already good to be able to achieve such results.

Approaching, approaching, fifty paces, the musketeers stepped forward, raised their guns to aim, the enemy musketeers were still loading, the archers fired a rain of arrows, most of which were blocked, some of them knocked some of the musketeers to the ground, and the ranks continued to move forward, leaving the wounded to wail.

"Stomp, stomp." A neat pace to keep the enemy in a panic.

"Shoot." The musketeer officer shouted loudly, pulling the arquebus trigger in his hand hard, and after a second's delay, the musket in his hand let out a roar.

There was a bang, and a large number of enemy troops fell in front of them.

But this is not the end, many of the musketeers are imitation arquebuses of the Ming army, but there are also some Ming army three-eyed muskets, they turned the muzzle of their guns, and pulled the trigger, fired continuously, and two more volleys, the enemy fell a large piece again, and the distance between the two sides at this moment was forty steps.

"Stop." Zhang Qiang shouted.

The team stopped, and did not go away, the enemy was still advancing, and the distance was still about forty paces, but the time that flowed ten steps away allowed the firecrackers to reload.

And just when the enemy was close to thirty paces, he was about to shoot an arrow and throw it, but the musketeers were already reloaded.

Raise your gun and shoot again.

Many soldiers of the Qing army and Han military banners who had just thrown the throwing weapons in their hands were unwilling to fall down holding their chests, and many soldiers had to fall down as soon as they were halfway through their movements, and their throwing weapons slipped and fell on them, and many of them were slightly injured.

To add insult to injury, Zhang Qiang's pikemen and sword players also threw throwing weapons.

In one fell swoop, one hundred and fifty enemies were killed, and at least the enemy was incapacitated.

The remaining Han soldiers were flustered again.

Stopped where I was, not daring to step forward.

"Beat them." Zhang Qiang hatefully waved the Ming army waist knife in his hand.