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The heralds immediately galloped out, and in a short time, all 2,500 marksmen were arranged in front of the Circle.

This time, Li Zhi set up a large paper formation on the field and laid down 40,000 soldiers. Li Zhi's Tiger Ben Army soldiers stood very closely, each occupying only half a meter of width. Coupled with the width of 300 cannons, the length of each side of the Circular Array is about 1,800 meters, and the width of the battlefield is nearly four miles.

Two thousand five hundred sharpshooters replaced some of the ordinary soldiers and stood in the front of the three rows of rounds, ready to meet the challenge of the Tartar Iron Cavalry.

Boss Wei, as a member of the sharpshooters, also stood at the front of the team.

Another sharpshooter next to him saw that Boss Wei was busy checking his rifle and didn't look at the battlefield in front of him, so he couldn't help but ask: "Boss Wei, the Tartars in front are about to rush over, are you standing in the first row and not afraid?" ”

Boss Wei looked at the robe that was speaking, and said, "What are you afraid of?" When the Tartars saw us, they fled, and they all fled to such a far north. But they are afraid of our doctrine, and what are we afraid of what they will do? Even if I stand in the first row, my Boss Wei will not be in danger. ”

The sharpshooter said, "What if the Tartars rush up." ”

Boss Wei said without thinking: "Even if you rush up, you are not afraid, my Boss Wei is a squad leader, if he dies in battle, my parents can get one hundred and fifty taels of casualty compensation, and in the future, they will have a pension of three taels and seven dollars per month, which is enough for them to live in peace." ”

Seeing that Boss Wei's heart was so big, the sharpshooter snorted and didn't speak again.

Boss Wei no longer paid attention to this sharpshooter, and went to count the "war exploits" engraved on the butt of his gun. There are eight marks engraved on the butt of Boss Wei's gun, representing Boss Wei's eight kills, which is Boss Wei's biggest concern.

It is said that if you kill twenty enemies, you will definitely be able to become a platoon leader. Boss Wei always thought that if he could become a platoon commander, he would be able to go back to the village and recruit his hair Xiaoquan into the Tiger Army.

The so-called rich and noble, don't forget.

In the Central Military Department, Li Laosi pointed forward and said loudly: "Dongjia, the Tartars have moved!" ”

Li Zhi raised his binoculars and looked at Li Laosi's gestures, and sure enough, he saw that on the mighty front of the Tartars, the infantry on the left and right flanks were outflanking the Tiger Army. About 60,000 people were dispatched from the left and right flanks of the Tartars, including cavalry and infantry, and they attacked Li Zhi's side little by little.

The 120,000 Tartars lined up for more than ten miles, and the 60,000 people on the left and right flanks outflanked them, so they would naturally encounter the left and right sides of the Tiger Benshi Formation Formation.

The 60,000 men and horses of the Tartars walked very slowly, and did not seem to be in a hurry to rush into the range of the Tiger Army. Li Zhi felt that these 60,000 soldiers and horses could not threaten his left and right sides. Although these 60,000 soldiers and horses have some cavalry, they are more improvised bannermen, except for a steel knife in their hands, they don't even have armor, and they are cannon fodder under the repeated fire of rifles. The 20,000 riflemen on the left and right were ready to cripple the 60,000 soldiers and horses.

Dolgon's killer weapon must be directly ahead.

Sure enough, when the 60,000 soldiers and horses on both wings had walked half the way, the Dolgon Chinese army in front of them sounded the horn. Sixty thousand Tartar cavalry moved.

Dorgon stood behind 60,000 cavalry, his face tragic.

These 60,000 cavalry are all the sons and nephews of the bannermen who followed their father Khan Nurhachi in Sarhu, and they are the backbone of Aixinjue Luo's rule. It has been twenty-five years since the Battle of Sarhu, and the original 60,000 people should have multiplied into more people, but the Manchu Qing Dynasty was defeated twice in Fanjiazhuang in recent years, defeated at Qingshankou, and lost the decisive battle in Jinzhou, and the losses of these hardcore bannermen were also very large, and now there are only 60,000 people left.

These 60,000 people were relatively rich, and everyone had horses. Some have armor, others only have steel blade horn bows. They were Dolgon's last trump card.

Dolgon hoped to create a miracle and use these 60,000 men to break through Li Zhi's Formation and rush to Li Zhi's Chinese army to kill Li Zhi.

The children and grandchildren of Aisin Jueluo have already been released. The sinners Azig, Prince Zheng Zierharang, Anping County King Dudu, and even Prince Li Daishan were all dressed in iron-armored uniforms and bowed to Dolgon in the Chinese Army.

"Your Majesty, we're going!"

Dorgon looked at his brothers, uncles, and nephews, and nodded with difficulty.

The princes, princes, and bailes got on their horses and rode into the ranks of 60,000 men. Li Zhi did not accept surrender, and Nurhachi's sons and nephews could only fight to the end. These nobles who love Xinjue Luo will challenge Li Zhi's musket array with their lives, and they will lead the last dead soldiers of the Manchu Qing Dynasty to launch a decisive charge.

The long trumpet sounded violently.

Time's up.

Looking at the 60,000 cavalry galloping away, Dolgon suddenly shed two lines of tears.

This is the last battle of the Qing Dynasty.

Under the leadership of a group of princes, county kings, and Baylor, 60,000 Qing warriors put on a huge sharp arrow formation, rising faster and faster, and rushed towards Li Zhi's circular formation five miles away.

Zu Dashou looked at the cavalry of Tatar Qing with a telescope, and was suddenly attracted by a figure in the cavalry, and looked at it for a long time.

"Azig!"

Zu Dashou once faked Houjin when he was desperate, and later escaped back. At that time, Huang Taiji in order to show favor to the Liaoxi generals, ceremoniously welcomed the birthday of the ancestors. Therefore, Zu Dashou saw the kings of the Tatar Qing and Baylor, and at this time he recognized at a glance the British Prince Azig who rushed to the front.

Of course, Zu Dashou didn't know that Azig had now been reduced to a sinner. He had no gilded armor on him, and he didn't have a strong guard by his side. He rushed to the front line of the cavalry, constantly roaring and shouting to encourage the bannermen around him. There was only one layer of cavalry in front of him. What made Zu Dashou recognize him was his decisive appearance when he roared to boost morale.

Because of Azig's example, the hundreds of Tartars around him were much braver, and they lined up in a strict charging array.

Zu Dashou turned to Li Zhi and said, "Grandpa Guo, Tartar is desperate this time, and he actually let Prince Ying Azig rush to the front. ”

Rushing to the front when attacking the Tiger Ben Army is no different from committing suicide.

Azig made a big mistake and caused the failure of his plan to harass the grain road, causing the Aixinjue Luo clan to fall into a predicament where the entire clan might perish, and there was no reason to continue to live. Perhaps rushing to the front for the sake of other clansmen can make the clansmen forgive him for his recklessness and mistakes.

When Li Zhi heard Zu Dashou's words, he glanced in the direction of Azig and sneered.

"Brave and brave."

Iron hooves rolled, and the warriors of the Nurhachi clan rushed over at the last moment in a fight for survival. Hundreds of thousands of horses' hooves kicked up billowing smoke and dust in the wasteland of the Northeast Plains, making the earth tremble slightly. At a distance of one mile, seven hundred meters, five hundred meters, Azig rushed to the front line, and it seemed that he was about to enter the range of the Tiger Army's marksman.

Boss Wei happened to be standing in the center of the Roundabout, and he aimed at Azig, who was obviously a big officer. If you kill this big officer, you can obviously engrave two military merits on the butt of the gun at once.

At a distance of four hundred and fifty meters, before the horn of shooting sounded, Boss Wei preemptively pressed the trigger.

On the battlefield, "Smack!" sounded "Smack!" There was a soft sound.

Azig was shot in the left chest, blood splattered several feet high, and he fell off his horse screaming, and was trampled to death by the iron horse behind him.