Chapter 50: The Cunning He Jin

The third row in front of the firecracker has not yet been reloaded.

Zhang Qiang looked at it and shook his head,

The third platoon of musketeers took ten steps back and continued to reload.

The second-row firecrackers took five steps back and continued to reload.

"The first platoon of musketeers took ten steps forward, ready to shoot."

The herald shouted as he ran out.

When the first row of firecrackers went up, they had already finished loading, and the squad leader immediately raised the firecrackers in his hand and shouted, "First row." ”

This time again the effect of the third row of fire appeared, and the enemy fell fifty or sixty at once, and the point was not that they fell, but the miserable cries they made when they fell.

At this distance, even if they were wearing armor, it was useless, and the finger-thick buckshot directly pierced the armor, penetrated their bodies, and even injured the enemy behind them.

Such is the power of the musket.

The first platoon quickly retreated, the second quickly got up and continued to fire.

This time the enemy suffered heavy losses, and after the third platoon opened fire, the enemy still stubbornly rushed forward, but at a distance of thirty meters, they were greeted by the musketeers of the fourth platoon.

After the fourth row is played, the fifth row comes forward, the fifth row is finished, and the sixth row is forward.

Before the sixth platoon was finished, the first platoon of musketeers had already taken aim, and then the second platoon and the third platoon fired in rounds at a distance of 30 to 55 meters, continuously.

This distance is a hellish Shura field.

A thousand Qing soldiers, Han army banner soldiers, due to inertia, kept rushing forward, and then hit the fire net, and when they understood that the people behind wanted to turn around, they were already at a distance of more than fifty meters, and the first three rows could cause them a lot of damage.

By the time Chen Jia saw that the situation was wrong, when Ming Jin withdrew his troops, more than 500 people had been killed or wounded in the team of 1,000 people, and those who ran back were also frightened and frightened.

His body was trembling slightly, and all the generals around him were stunned.

"Your Excellency, your Excellency." The pro-soldier shook his shoulder.

Chen Jia glanced at his own soldiers, and the soldiers whispered: "My lord, did you order a retreat, the enemy is too powerful." ”

Chen Jia nodded, "Send someone to call He Jin back." ”

Seeing the enemy for a long time did not react.

Zhang Qiang waved his arm and pressed forward.

The whole force, maintaining formation, slowly approached the enemy.

The Qing army slowly retreated.

The air is filled with a factor called repression.

The Qing army was retreating, and Zhang Qiang's troops were pressing.

In just half an hour, Zhang Qiang's troops had reached a distance of 70 meters from the Qing army, and Zhang Qiang's troops were still in front of the musketeers, spearmen in the rear, archers and sword players on the left and right wings, and cavalry scattered around.

Zhang Qiang waved his hand, "Order, the three columns of firecrackers in the back row move to the left flank, and form a horizontal formation with the firecrackers in the front row, ready to fire." ”

The first row of musketeers suddenly increased to more than a hundred, approaching two hundred, which made the enemy even more frightened, but before they could figure out a way, the first platoon of musketeers opened fire.

The enemy's indiscriminate return of bows and arrows could not suppress the attack of the musketeers, and this time, a hundred of his own soldiers fell at once, and thirty-four were wounded.

The Qing army began to be in chaos and rushed to the village.

The number of casualties of the Qing army rose steadily, and the formation became more chaotic, and when the Qing army ran into the village, they immediately "coaxed" and fled in all directions.

"The whole army is in pursuit." Zhang Qiang gave the order, and then began to pursue with the thirty cavalry around him.

The enemy spread all over the mountains, and Zhang Qiang also took the opportunity to kill several Qing soldiers.

The rise of killing, with cavalry, drew out the waist knife of the Ming army, and galloped in the mountains, plains, and in front of and behind the village.

As night fell, the battle ended, Chen Jia fled with his own personal guards, and the Qing army suffered more than 1,100 casualties, more than 700 escaped, and more than 1,200 were captured.

Zhang Qiang set up camp on the spot, counted the prisoners, and cleaned up the battlefield.

Not far away, on the hillside, several pairs of eyes watched Zhang Qiangjun's movements.

General Lin Chengcheng whispered: "Brother He Jin, why don't you want to kill?" ”

He Jin glanced at him, "Kill it, and wait for their firecracker troops to wipe out my men and horses?" I'm not that stupid. ”

He turned back to his own soldiers and said: "Go and let the troops hide their whereabouts, they can't be exposed, milk, I know that this guy is not so easy to deal with, sure enough, the firecracker troops in his hand are too powerful, fortunately he didn't rush down early." Otherwise, even if it can cause him trouble, it will suffer heavy losses, and it may not be able to wipe him out. Once I let him run and come back after a while, I will have to run. ”

General Lin Yangcheng said: "My lord, be careful of them, this is not all their troops, there must be troops left behind in the mountain, in case they stab them in the back, it will hurt very much." ”

He Jin slapped him on the back of the head, "Pocai, don't I know?" How can the bandit dread not have a lair, but don't worry, generally the lair is left behind by some old and weak, I see that all his elite troops are here, as long as we eliminate these people tonight, the first credit to go back must be ours. ”

Lin Yangcheng's subordinate general touched the back of his head and said with a smile: "The king is wise." ”

He Jin kicked over, "Lao Tzu is now a general of the Qing Dynasty, and he is no longer a rogue." ”

Lin Yangcheng said: "Wang, uh, no, General He, Brother He Jin, Brother Lin doesn't really want to betray you, he just thinks that the Qing Dynasty is powerful, you see ......." ”

He Jin said angrily: "Don't mention that bastard, die early and be born early, I know you still want me to save him, don't think about it, even if you rescue him, next, I will kill him with my own hands, my old camp has two thousand elites, it is because of his heavy losses, now there are only five hundred people left, the rest are some old and weak Ming army surrenders, every time they go out, they have to top a Tartar prison army on their heads, dozens of people are like Lao Tzu's grandparents, Lao Tzu's grandparents have not served them so much." ”

"My lord, they are all ambushed, and we will definitely be able to serve these Ming troops in one pot tonight." A subordinate ran over.

He Jin asked in a low voice, "What about those tartars?" ”

The subordinate general said: "They are still in the tent on the mountain, and the girls that the villain found for them are carefully serving them. ”

He Jin looked back, "Well, be careful, don't make them a little dissatisfied, otherwise, they will cut off my head, Lao Tzu will cut off your head first." ”

"Yes, yes, the little one understands."

He Jin touched his chin, "When you sneak attack in the middle of the night, let those Ming troops go up first, and remember to let the brothers in the old camp rush down later." Do you understand? ”

"Yes, the little one understands, and must tell every brother."

He Jin turned his gaze back to the bottom of the mountain, he looked at the young man who was riding a jujube Mongolian war horse, among the thirty cavalry guards, and muttered: "Where did this guy come from, he can actually train such an evil firecracker, this is still a few, if he is allowed to take time, then who can stop him, but you are so lucky, when you meet me, you can only consider yourself unlucky." Go down, don't say that my Lao He doesn't take care of you, I just hope that we will each be our masters. ”