Behind, Liu Liangzuo frowned and said in a low voice: "Wuyi County garrison? ”

The Qing general next to him said: "The righteous army of Jinhua Ming repelled the attack of Boluo's army, Grandpa Baylor vomited blood for three days, and is still recuperating in Hangzhou.

I heard that Zhu Dadian is strong in Jinhua, there are 8,000 elite rebels who have experienced the bloody battle of defending the city, and 5,000 newly recruited rebels. ”

"Oh, it seems that the Jinhua Ming Army should not be underestimated," After speaking, he slapped his horse forward and shouted loudly: "I, the deputy general of the Great Qing Dynasty, Liu Liangzuo, can I ask your family to talk in front of the garrison?" ”

Hu Kui glanced back at Zhang Qiang, and Zhang Qiang stepped forward, "Liu Liangzuo, I know you, what do you want to do this time?" ”

Liu Liangzuo smiled and arched his hand to the north, "I obey the mandate of heaven in the Qing Dynasty, enter the Central Plains, and exterminate the unTaoist Ming Court that harms the people. ”

Zhang Qiang snorted coldly, "Hmph, Liu Liangzuo, I'm not like you, surrender to the barbarians, recognize the thief as my father, I finally know that I am a Ming person, and I also know that etiquette, righteousness and shame, if you work hard for the pseudo-Qing again."

"Hmph, since you don't know what to do, then don't blame me for being ruthless, come on, who can take down this traitor, the official will be promoted to one level, and the reward will be one hundred taels of silver."

After finishing speaking, he was about to retreat to his array, Zhang Qiang shouted: "You are a rabble, I can break it with one blow!" ”

Liu Liangzuo was so angry that he shouted, "Arrogant boy, Hugh is strong, when I take you down, I will let you survive and not die, and use your head as a night pot." ”

The two sides talked about it, and in an instant, three thousand Han army banner soldiers besieged it from three sides like a tide.

In the face of the neatly arrayed Qing army and Han army flags, Zhang Qiang was still very serious, and immediately adjusted the formation, spearmen, sword players, and archers lined up in a horizontal line to resist the opponent's attack.

He personally led the musket team to press thirty paces behind, the musket team staggered each other, and there were twenty-five cavalrymen on both sides, Wei Wuji also retreated to the top of the hillside, ready to resist the attack from behind, the whole team became densely formed, and the defense was impenetrable.

The Han army flags surrounded them at once, and although their formation became fragmented due to the obstruction of the terrain, the numerical superiority still offset the disadvantages brought to them by the terrain.

Zhang Qiang thought for a while, and ordered the team to move forward twenty steps further, the entire musketeer horizontal line was arranged in the center behind the three teams of cold weapon troops, the gap was only ten steps, due to the terrain, they were half a body taller than the three teams of cold weapons, which made their musket firing not blocked by the three cold weapon teams in front.

"Put."

The Qing army of 3,000 people was actually only 800 people who could directly face the three frontal troops, which was only a few dozen meters wider than the battlefield width of Zhang Qiang's cold weapon team, and the rest of the place was blocked by hills and woods.

A hundred musketeers began to fire a salvo as soon as the enemy entered sixty paces.

Continuous firelight erupted from Zhang Qiang's queue.

"Ah, ah" The Qing soldiers in the queue of the Han army flag covered their wounds and fell to the ground screaming.

In this salvo, at least dozens of people were beaten and lost their combat effectiveness.

During the tense loading of the musketeers, Zhou Congee Zhou's bow and arrow fired first, and dozens of Qing soldiers fell to the ground.

Under the shouting of the officers in the Qing army, the Qing army accelerated its pace, approached a distance of twenty paces, and their bows and arrows also began to shoot, just as Zhou Congee's bow team fired another round, and many soldiers fell together in both teams, after all, the Qing army was crowded, and these injuries could not make them stop the pace of attacking, and even only affected their morale slightly, and then under the reprimand of the officer, they stabilized their position and continued to move forward.

After ten more steps, the spear team and the knife players threw the throwing weapons in their hands, the Qing army fell a large piece, the team was a little flustered, some people wanted to escape, and some threw the weapons in their hands, spears, javelins, Zhang Qiang's front three teams fell a lot of soldiers, Zhang Qiang's heart hurt, but there was no way, the musketeers were loading, the elite soldiers of the cold weapons protected by him could not move, and he could not start hand-to-hand combat with the enemy, his number was too small, and he could not move.

In less than a few seconds, the musketeers were reloaded, and Zhang Qiang ordered another salvo.

At this moment, the banner of the Qing army and the Han army, which was just approaching more than 20 paces, fell in front of the entire three or four hundred infantry that had already broken through, and some musketeers' bullets even hit two people.

By this time, the formation had been disorganized, the number of people was stacked on top of each other, and the musketeers could shoot with their eyes closed.

There are also musketeers in the Han army flag, they have already shot bullets at a distance of seventy or eighty paces, three times in a row, they have retreated and reloaded, or threw away the musket and began to pull out the cold weapon to follow the troops, everyone knows that the musket can only be fought once, this kind of melee hand-to-hand combat, but also has to rely on the cold weapon to solve, some of the musketeers even took the bullets as a weapon and rushed up.

At this moment, the enemy was suppressed, and the whole assault force of more than a hundred people in front of them all fell to the ground, seeing such heavy losses, such a powerful salvo, once they did not think so, there were many people, twice, so close, they were still afraid.

Stopped, Zhang Qiang's three troops, hurrying up, archery, throwing long-range weapons, and striking another round, the enemy's more than 300 soldiers were gone, and there was a commotion behind, and they were about to run backwards, at this time, the officers in the rear team rushed up and slashed, and the team returned to normal again, gathered again, and prepared to charge, they were about fifty steps away from Zhang Qiang's three cold weapon troops at this time.

Zhang Qiang's musket team was sixty paces away from them.

"Shoot in the front row,"

At this time, Zhang Qiang's musketeer troops stood in two rows, the first row stood, and the second row crouched in the gap between the teammates in the first row, nervously aiming at the enemy.

Following Zhang Qiang's order, fifty musketeers in the first row fired the bullets in their guns in turn.

The salvo is strong, that is, facing a dense enemy, at the moment the enemy is retreating, the formation is a little scattered, but the rotation can allow these bullets to take care of every enemy in the front of the battlefield.

The bullets flew out one by one, hitting the enemy one by one, and the enemy saw his comrades around him fall one by one, which was more tormenting to the enemy's psychology than falling a large piece at once, and one by one while advancing, he couldn't help but shrink his neck and tilt his head, as if he could dodge the enemy's bullets.

The soldier immediately took a step back and nervously reloaded.

At this time gap, the enemy was forced to advance to a distance of thirty paces, during which people were constantly being knocked down.

At this time, with the bows and arrows of Zhou Congee's archers, they had lost more than half of their troops, and they still stubbornly attacked forward, and the archers and musketeers also shot and shot indiscriminately, and at this time, when they were about to assault again, the bullets of the fifty musketeers in the second row grazed the heads of the three cold-weapon rebel infantry, and they were also fired in turn.

The enemy's troops were instantly left with dozens of people, and the angry Liu Liangzuo continued to curse on the top of the hill behind.

Eight hundred people couldn't get close to Zhang Qiang's team.

The infantry in the rear climbed the hills on both sides and fired arrows downward, ready to rush up.

The Han army banner infantry and archers that had been copied from behind were intercepted by the Liukou troops and Wei Wuji's troops, and attacked in two parts, which was also a failure to make a contribution.

Zhang Qiang sat firmly on his horse and stood ten paces behind the musketeer.

Hu Kui held a musket and aimed at the enemy in front of him, firing a shot from time to time, sometimes hitting an enemy.

And Zhang Qiang's short fire gun will not work, only if the enemy enters him at a distance of twenty paces, he can have a hit, otherwise, it is just to listen to the sound.

The guns crackled.

After the round shooting, it was free shooting, and Zhang Qiang no longer commanded them.

Because even with harsh training, the reloading speed of the musketeers, plus their respective mental qualities on the battlefield, will not be neat enough to be able to reload in such a scene, and the fast people have to wait for the slow people, which has to slow down the salvo speed of the whole team, and the salvo may not all hit the enemy, or waste some good bullets, so at this moment two rounds of salvo, after two rounds of rounds, Zhang Qiang directly let them shoot freely, and they maintained this formation.

Free shooting, the results of this period of training are even more reflected.

Every time after hearing a crackling burst of musketeers, the enemy always had one or twenty people fall to the ground, and after repeating it several times, the enemy was under the pressure of the officers, and under the hard drive, he still approached Zhang Qiang's three cold weapons team, at this time, the commanders of the three teams ordered to throw a round of throwing weapons at the same time, and then attacked together, blocking the enemy's impact alive.

Zhou Congee's 100 archers retreated to the same place as the musketeers and threw at the enemy behind.

The battle lasted for half an hour, the enemy and the enemy were strangled together, and some brave soldiers of the Han and Qing banners rushed from the middle of the three teams, and the archers discarded their bows and arrows, drew their swords and rushed forward to block the enemy.

Zhang Qiang ordered the musketeers to take ten steps back, continue to line up, and fire freely.

He pulled out his horse and took ten steps back, continuing to command his team from a high position.

The cavalrymen bent their bows and arrows one after another, shooting the leaking enemies and preventing them from approaching Zhang Qiang's side.

Behind the hillside, the Liukou squad and the Han army were inseparable, Wei Wuji's musketeers pressed forward ten paces away, the swordmen, pikemen, and archers around him all rushed down to fight the enemy, and the gunners shot arrows in rows.

But in the face of the enemy's numerical superiority, it was still difficult to resist, and he had to ask Zhang Qiang for help.

Zhang Qiang had to send fifty cold-weapon pro-soldiers around him to support, and these fifty cold-weapon pro-soldiers kept the enemy's impact out and gave the firecrackers time to reload.

It seems that the enemy is menacing and strong, but the enemy just did not break through Zhang Qiang's position, as time went by, the number of people killed by the musketeers in the front of the enemy increased, which affected their fight with the three cold weapon troops, many Qing soldiers were fighting, while peeking at the musketeer troops, and at the same time secretly calculated the distance between themselves and the musketeer troops, and never stepped into the distance of thirty paces, but fought with the Ming infantry between forty and fifty paces.

Zhang Qiang had a cold face, calm, pressed the horse's head, quietly watched the battle, and issued some orders from time to time.