In the middle of the night, when Zhang Qiang was still asleep, he suddenly heard the noise outside, and hurriedly ran out, only to see that starting from the foot of the northwest mountain, a fire dragon rushed towards him, and the cavalry sentries outside stepped forward to block it.

Zhou Congee ran over, "My lord, it was He Jin's rogue who attacked our army." ”

"You go and lead your men to the entrance of the village to block the enemy, and let the archers go to the roof, and you must block it for me."

"Yes, my lord."

A cavalryman galloped up, "My lord, Lord Xuanyuan is already lined up at the entrance of the village, and he said that he needs your support." ”

"You go and tell him that reinforcements will arrive soon, so that he can stop the enemy's attack."

After a while, Hu Kui and Wei Wuji arrived one after another, and the musketeers and sword players in the village gathered their whole teams.

The reason why it was so fast was that most of these people were the result of soldiers trained by Zhang Qiang himself.

Maybe Zhang Qiang doesn't understand too much of the training methods of the People's Liberation Army in later generations, but the systematic coaching skills in his mind give a lot of training methods, so that the trained soldiers and the later generations after a month of training by the People's Liberation Army The effect is almost the same, at least discipline and obedience, general skills and tactics, they still master it well, and it must be good, otherwise, what do you want to do systematically?

After gathering the soldiers, Zhang Qiang did not move easily, but just waited and watched, he did not understand the situation outside the village, did not know the enemy's strength and deployment, so he could not easily mobilize the army and draw conclusions.

so as not to fall into the ambush of others.

In the firelight, many enemies rushed down from the northwest mountain, and the sentry cavalry could no longer stop it, and they were defeated and retreated, and the enemy crashed headlong into Xuanyuan Longfei's pikeman brigade.

A brigade of 400 pikemen blocked the enemy at the entrance of the village.

The archers led by Zhou Congee quickly climbed to the top of the house at the entrance of the village, and in the dark, a team of five or six people continuously suppressed the enemy's charge, and supported the pikemen of Xuanyuan Longfei, who were lining up not far away to resist the enemy.

He Jin hid not far away, and took his five hundred old battalion troops to spy on the battle ahead.

Lin Yangcheng's subordinate general was surprised to find that this army could withstand the impact of the 1,500 new annexed troops of the Qing army and the surrender of the Ming army.

"My lord, it's terrible." He said to He Jin.

"It's amazing, this Ming general has a set of training troops, and the pikemen of 400 people actually resisted the impact of the 1,500 Ming army."

"My lord, what kind of white-robed young general do you see, riding a war horse, blocking all the Ming troops attacking from both sides."

"Well, wait a while, kill the enemy army, leave this young general behind, if we can convince him to join us, our strength will be on the next level."

"My lord, what do you think of this white-robed young general compared to those Tartars in the back?"

He Jin shook his head, "Ma Zhan, he is not the enemy of the white-armored tartars, and the foot combat is only the same as the cotton-armored infantry, but if you add his four hundred spearmen, maybe the tartars will have to weigh it, and if you don't kill or injure fifty cotton armor, you can't take it down." Maybe you have to pay two or three red armor warriors, white armor, as long as there are ten white armor, this battle formation will definitely be broken.

I have fought a lot of battles with the Qing army Tartars, often hundreds of people can fight a white armor, more than 30 people can fight a red armor, a dozen people can besiege a cotton armor, five or six people can defeat an armor tartar, even our elite, it takes two against one to defeat a armor, the Tartars are too powerful. ”

He Jin stopped the discussion with Lin Yangcheng's general, pointed to a subordinate general and said: "You take two hundred old battalion soldiers to ambush behind the village, once you wait for the opportunity, we break through the entrance of the village, you will lead people to rush in." ”

He said to Lin Yangcheng's general: "Take your people, give you fifty infantry, fifty Ming troops to surrender, attack from the south of the village, contain the enemy, and attract the enemy's forces in the village." ”

Lin Yangsheng's general had a bitter face, and He Jin kicked him away, "Go quickly, if you can't complete the task, I will cut you tonight." ”

Lin Chengcheng got up with a bitter face, and ran back with his head.

About a quarter of an hour, Zhang Qiang, who was watching the battle in the village, heard the shouts from the south of the village, and he said to Wei Wuji beside him: "Take your people and go to the south of the village to block the enemy's attack." ”

He Jin continued to watch the battle, and at the northwest entrance, the Ming army was no longer able to break through Xuanyuan Longfei's spear formation.

As soon as He Jin was about to stand up, he heard his subordinates running over in a panic, crying with a sad face, "King, those Tartars are draped up, saying that we haven't defeated the enemy for so long, it's just a bunch of waste, and they want to go down and defeat the enemy in person." ”

He Jin was uncomfortable for a while, and said helplessly, "You lead a hundred old battalions to follow them, don't let them make a mistake, or you won't have to come back." ”

Looking at the village, the flames were soaring to the sky, and the battle was in full swing, He Jin's eyes rolled and shouted, "Brothers, follow me." ”

He led people around to the east entrance of the village, and Zhang Qiang got someone to kill him from the east of the village, and said to Hu Kui beside him: "Give you two hundred firefighters, take your cavalry, and block the enemy." ”

In half an hour, at the northwest entrance of the village, Xuanyuan Longfei's spear array was attacked by ordinary Tartars.

The Tartars' bows and arrows were shot very tricky, and the pikemen without shield protection fell one by one and were hacked to death by the Ming soldiers who rushed in.

Xuanyuan Longfei rushed to kill, while leading the team to retreat, retreating to the bottom of the Zhou Congee archers' houses, before reforming the formation, but the terrain restrictions, the formation was deformed, and it was even more impossible to resist the Ming army with a superior number of people, as well as the brave charge, the Qing army white armor infantry wearing triple heavy armor.

Zhang Qiang saw the danger at the entrance of the village, and hurriedly arrived with the remaining more than 200 musketeers, and the entrance of the village fell into a scuffle.

Zhang Qiang rode on horseback and stood under the eaves of a house, surrounded by cavalry, and continued to direct the battle.

"Kill," a Qing army red armor rushed over with his teeth and slashed a firecracker to death, Zhang Qiang saw the opportunity and shot him in the head and killed him.

Throw the short firearm in his hand to the cavalry next to him to load, take the firearm in the hand of another cavalryman, aim at another Ming army archer, and knock the archer to the ground with a "bang" shot.

Throw it to that cavalryman, take the musket from the other cavalryman, and continue looking for the next target.

A Ming cavalryman jumped over a volunteer pikeman, and the pikeman raised his gun and shot his horse, and Zhang Qiang smashed his head with a single shot.

"Again."

Zhang Qiang took the short fire in the hands of the first cavalryman and fired a shot, but this shot did not hit any enemy.

"Again."

A cavalryman handed him the fire gun he had just loaded, Zhang Qiang took another shot, and a white armor covered his shoulder, turned his head to look at him in the light of the fire reflected by the torch, grinning teeth, fierce eyes, waving the axe in his hand, like a Warcraft warrior, striding towards Zhang Qiang.

Zhang Qiang regretfully threw back the firearm in his hand, took another firecracker, and raised his gun to aim.

Bai Jia shook his teeth, raised the axe in his hand, blocked the door, and pointed at Zhang Qiang step by step After all, Zhang Qiang snorted coldly, pulled the trigger, and "bang" Bai Jia shook his teeth and fell to the ground with his chest.

At a distance of about ten paces, even if you have triple armor, you can still kill it.

Hu Kui ran back from the east entrance of the village with an embarrassed face, "My lord, the enemy is too fierce, the firecrackers can't resist the enemy's attack, and the cavalry can't stop the enemy." ”

Zhang Qiang frowned, "You bring my personal guard cavalry here to help, and I will go to block the enemy at the east entrance of the village." ”