The five thousand white pole soldiers had just crossed the Yangtze River, and before they had set up a large camp, Qin Yongcheng received a message from the Liukou: Four thousand Liukou, dressed in the armor of the Ming army, pressed towards the white pole soldiers!

Qin Yongcheng was about to report the message to Ma Xianglin, so he had to take the vanguard soldiers to meet the enemy.

"Which one is this? Under what banner? Ma Xianglin felt that something was wrong, four thousand sets of armor of the Ming army, the Ming army lost at least four thousand people, and the strength of this rogue was far beyond his estimate.

It is common for the white pole soldiers to go out to fight more with less, but this time they went out, the situation of the opponent is unknown, how long has it been, and it has been rushed from Chengdu to Chongqing, and is there a Ming army trailing behind? He didn't know how many soldiers the Ming army had lost, because he had just crossed the Yangtze River, and he didn't have time to get in touch with the Ming army.

"Lord Hui, the banner played by the Liukou is the flag of the Kyushu Army, which is said to be the ...... of the Mandate of Heaven."

"Manifest Destiny?" Ma Xianglin went through it in his mind, but he had never heard of it, "Who is their leader?" Where did you wander around? ”

"This ...... The villain only knows what their leader's name is Li Zicheng, who is the capital governor of the Heavenly Mandate Army......"

"Li Zicheng? The Grand Governor? Ma Xianglin muttered softly, still hadn't heard of it, "The army of the imperial court is trying its best to suppress thieves in Huguang, could it be that a certain leader's subordinates escaped a part of it and fled to Sichuan?" ”

"This, subordinates don't know ......"

Ma Xianglin couldn't blame Qin Yongcheng, he had just crossed the Yangtze River, and he didn't know anything about what happened in Chengdu.

At this time, Zhang Ling's soldiers had already shouted and forced over, and Qin Yongcheng was anxious, "My lord, the rogue is here......

"What's the panic? Line up the formation first," Ma Xianglin looked from afar, and saw that Liukou was not only wearing the armor of the Ming army, but also the formation was rigorous, he didn't dare to be careless, so he asked Qin Yongcheng to be careful.

Qin Yongcheng was overjoyed, immediately picked up his sword and got on his horse, and went to meet the enemy with a thousand soldiers, while Ma Xianglin watched the battlefield from afar.

What surprised him was that the Liukou not only had armor and weapons, but also had no weak combat effectiveness, Qin Yongcheng's soldiers were small, and they were gradually surrounded at the core, and even Qin Yongcheng himself was surrounded by the Liukou.

Is this still a rogue? How to penetrate the formation of the Ming army? Ma Xianglin was secretly surprised, but Qin Yongnian was surrounded, he couldn't see death without help, and besides, it was too late to set up a big camp, except for repelling the rogues, there was no big camp to rely on.

He raised the bright silver spear with one hand, and shouted at the sky, "Rush, follow me on the expedition, and scatter the wanderers!" With his left hand, he pulled the reins of the horse, and he was already flying forward.

Seeing that the Lord had gone into battle in person, the white pole soldiers hurriedly spread their legs and followed closely.

Zhang Lingzheng on the opposite side was killing up, relying on the absolute superiority in numbers, it was entirely possible to annihilate these white pole soldiers, in the open flat land, the "white pole" did not have any obvious advantage except that it was longer than the waist knife.

Suddenly, he saw a white-robed general in silver armor in his sight, knowing that it was Ma Xianglin, Zhang Ling had the intention to try Ma Xianglin's martial arts, but remembered Li Zicheng's advice, and hurriedly made a move and led the army to withdraw in the direction of Bishan.

Qin Yongcheng was fighting hard, suddenly the surroundings were loosened, and the Liukou withdrew from the siege, and when he hesitated, he saw that the Lord was galloping with a spear and a prancing horse, and suddenly his heart increased his confidence, and he couldn't help but say, so he led the vanguard army to chase after the Liukou.

Ma Xianglin didn't want to chase after him, but Qin Yongcheng had already chased after him, and he was worried that others would suffer less, so he also chased after him, and just when he came to the battlefield, he didn't kill a rogue or a rogue, and he was a little unwilling in his heart.

After chasing for seven or eight miles, Bishan was already seen in the distance, and the soldiers of Zhang Lingbu suddenly divided left and right, and went to the north and south respectively.

Ma Xianglin was shocked, the rogue can still maintain the formation after being defeated, how can it be like the rogue who has always been fighting and has no time to train? In front of Bishan is Bishan, if there is an ambush of rogues, will you not be attacked by the enemy?

He hurriedly reined in the reins of the horse, the Ming soldiers stopped pursuing, and suddenly there was a violent sound of horses' hooves behind him......

Thousands of cavalry, coming from the north and south, cut off the road for the retreat of the white pole soldiers along the river, and the transport ships were all on the riverside, and they were cut off by the cavalry, and they could no longer return to the river.

If you force a retreat, go to the river and seize the ships...... Ma Xianglin couldn't help but fight a cold war, in front of thousands of cavalry, no matter how strong the infantry was, it was impossible to penetrate the past.

At this time, the rogues who were still fleeing just now also stood still, but they only watched from a distance and did not approach.

But in this way, the roads on both sides were also blocked, and Ma Xianglin believed that if the white pole soldiers broke through to the two sides, they would definitely block it, and as long as they held on to a pillar of incense, the cavalry of the rogue would rush over......

What to do?

Although Ma Xianglin has rich combat experience, at this moment, he seems to feel that he has fallen into the trap of the rogue, and the back and sides are ...... His heart suddenly moved, didn't there be a front? In front of Bishan Mountain, as long as you go up the mountain, you can not only use the cover of trees, but also give full play to the advantages of the white pole soldiers, and give full play to the combat effectiveness to the extreme.

Knowing that there might be ambushes in Bishan, Ma Xianglin had no way out, so he had to wield a silver gun and let the soldiers approach Bishan as soon as possible.

It is also strange to say that the cavalry in the back, as well as the rogues on both sides, watched from a distance, but did not come to besiege, especially the cavalry behind, after the left and right flanks were completely encircled, they slowed down their horses and walked at the tail.

Ma Xianglin knew that it was not good, but he couldn't, so he had to quickly approach Bishan, as long as he went to Bishan, he could take advantage of the terrain and get rid of the rogues, as for the next step, he was already immeasurable, take one step at a time.

When he was only two or three miles away from Bishan, Ma Xianglin's heart finally sank into the valley, and there was a faint presence in the trees, obviously an ambush for the rogues.

There is only this one way, desperately losing some soldiers, but also to seize Bishan, Ma Xianglin is out of the way, it is better than the whole army being wiped out!

"Boom...... Long ......"

Several cannon shots, puffs of green smoke rose from the trees, and the artillery was obviously hidden in the jungle, Ma Xianglin was stunned for a moment, and was soon interrupted by the screams and cries of the soldiers.

The flowering bomb exploded in the crowd, and near the drop point, the stumps and blood flew together, and the sky was like a Lantern Festival rain with soup and water......

The wounded soldiers of the White Pole Soldiers, after the initial numbness, then screamed miserably, although they were skilled in mountain warfare, they were also flesh and blood, and they would be hurt and die the same......

Ma Xianglin wanted to cut off the head of the rogue and use it as his own night pot, but their artillery was too sharp, and it would explode when it landed, which was stronger than that of the Ming army.

He had the heart to ride through the pass alone, and cut off the heads of the Liukou's artillery one by one, but the generals Qin Yongcheng, Qin Yanzuo, and Dusi Hu Mingchen grabbed him to death, "My lord, it's dangerous, the Liukou's artillery uses flowering bullets......"

"What are you afraid of, doesn't Lao Tzu often ride alone and scold?" Ma Xianglin was so angry that he burst into foul language, he always liked to ride alone to rush into battle, take the head of the enemy, and even ignore the arrows, so he was shot blind in one eye, but he also won the reputation of "Zhao Zilong" and "Little Pony Chao".

"Adult ......"

"Why, do you want to let the rogue artillery ravage the brothers?" Although Ma Xianglin stopped, he was not convinced.

"My lord, as long as we get close to Bishan......"

"Yes, speed up, climb Bishan as soon as possible, kill all these rogues, and avenge the casualties!" Ma Xianglin waved his silver spear, and the soldiers suddenly quickened their pace and trotted towards Bishan.

Seeing that there were only four hundred paces, the figures of the rogues in the bushes could be seen clearly, even their faces and the clothes they were wearing...... Hey? Ma Xianglin was taken aback, why is the button-down costume so weird? It's very similar to the color of the trees, and if it weren't for the black hair and the deliberate walking around the trees, I'm afraid it would be difficult to spot......

"Bang, bang, bang......"

Just when Ma Xianglin hesitated, the Xining rifle rang out, and the white pole soldier who was running in the front suddenly fell a large piece, and two soldiers fell in front of Ma Xianglin, and their bodies smashed on the horse's feet......

Ma Xianglin's soul suddenly scattered, and as soon as the gunshots rang out, at least dozens of soldiers fell here, a distance of four hundred steps...... How can this battle be fought, the white pole soldiers are simply sent to death......

What's worse is that he is within the range of the Liukou Fire # gun, if it wasn't for luck just now......

In this case, it is better to fight, as long as you kill the rogues on Bishan...... Ma Xianglin didn't say a word, he took the reins of the horse, clamped the horse's belly between his legs, and slapped the horse's buttocks with the barrel of a gun, and the whole person was like an arrow off the string, flying towards Bishan.

Qin Yongcheng and Qin Yanzuo were just about to stop it, but it was too late, Ma Xianglin had already gone far, so he had to take the reins of the horse, followed closely behind Ma Xianglin, and shouted: "Attack, kill the ...... of Bishan"

Song Wen saw a white shadow protruding from the front of the formation, and knew that Ma Xianglin's personal heroism had committed again, so he smiled coldly and said: "The Metropolitan Governor said, you want to capture Ma Xianglin alive, you little banner, aim first, after entering a hundred steps, shoot the horse, and the rest of the people, shoot down the people who follow him first, lest they rob people when they get it!" ”

"Yes, General!" The small flag closest to Song Wen's side, the soldiers all aimed at Ma Xianglin's war horse with rifles, and behind Ma Xianglin, Qin Yongcheng, Qin Yanzuo and others all fell from their horses, I don't know if someone was shot, or a war horse was shot!

Looking at Ma Xianglin, who was riding in the dust, Song Wen stroked the short beard under his chin, and secretly said in his heart: After this battle, maybe his identity as a guerrilla general should be mentioned again, I don't know if he is a general......

Ma Xianglin sprinted with all his might, completely ignoring the situation behind him, the bullet fired by the rifle in front of him, he wanted to use the silver gun to pull away, but the bullet was too small, and the speed was far beyond his imagination, and the silver gun couldn't touch the edge of the bullet at all.

He was out of the way, he didn't care about the bullets in front of him, he raced against time, he held his gun in both hands, crouched on horseback, as long as he entered the attack range, he would not hesitate to send the silver spear out, stabbing the rogue through the heart......