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In the chaos and panic of the Qing army, the armored vehicles and tanks crashed headlong into the crowd of the Qing army, and according to Wang Yue's instructions in advance, they gave up firing and ran back and forth.

The armored vehicles weighing ten tons and the Type 99 tanks weighing fifty tons made the Qing army unable to solve it, and countless Qing troops were crushed into pulp, fertilizing the fields of the Ming Dynasty.

Dozens of big guys collided back and forth, but as a result, they were very happy and sad, and the two armored vehicles collided together.

The soldiers inside who hit directly were dizzy and star-starring.

"Grass Nyima, how did you drive?" The squad leader scolded.

"Squad leader, it's not my problem, it's the armored car that crashed into it, and I can't dodge!" The driver said aggrievedly.

"Really?" The squad leader said, pushed open the top cover, climbed to the roof of the car and saw that it was the armored car of the second squad of the battalion, and then scolded him with the walkie-talkie: "Second squad leader, I fuck your grandma, Lao Tzu was not killed by the Tartar, he was almost killed by your boy!" ”

The second squad leader was hit with a lot of anger, and when he heard the first squad leader scolding him, he was not to be outdone, and scolded with the walkie-talkie: "The first squad leader, are you still justified in blocking our car?" ”

As soon as he finished scolding, the platoon commander's voice came from the walkie-talkie: "The bear who is arguing with your milk nai, continue to fight, go back and clean you up." ”

The two squad leaders immediately died down.

Fortunately, the armored car is solid, and although it has been hit by a crater, it can still drive.

But there are also armored vehicles that are unlucky to be hit by tanks, although they are not driving at high speeds, and they are all hit with meat and vegetables, and the tracks are all off.

"Order, armored vehicles and tanks don't collide everywhere, give me to rush behind enemy lines and block the Tartars." Wang Yue saw their bumper car show with a telescope from a high place, and immediately stopped, these people's driving skills still have to be practiced!

Zhang Ying led the soldiers of his platoon to rush forward all the way, and successively knocked down the Qing soldiers who were blocking the path of the charge.

Chen Zaiming shouted while running: "It's enjoyable, it's really fucking enjoyable!" ”

As he spoke, he saw a few panicked Qing soldiers not far away, and immediately half-crouched and aimed and shot, "Da Da Da!" "Click!".

He pulled out the empty magazine and threw it away, took out a new magazine from his waist and reinserted it, switching to the manual, "Smack!" "One shot, take out the last one, and run forward again while switching the rifle back to the automatic position.

The regiment commander explained, bullets can be saved.

"Your boy's marksmanship has improved!" Zhang Ying held the gun and said while vigilantly looking around.

"Of course, I have grown a lot in one day today, and I don't know how many Tartars have died at my hands!" Chen Zaiming said with a smile.

On the way forward, a Qing soldier staggered up from the ground, raised his knife with difficulty, and staggered.

This may have been stunned by the shell, Zhang Ying thought as he rushed over, and a bayonet pierced the chest of the Qing soldier, almost piercing his heart.

The Qing soldier was bleeding from his mouth and nose, and he threw his knife and screamed!

Zhang Ying kicked over and pulled out his bayonet, and the Qing soldier fell on his back, and blood splashed on Zhang Ying's body.

The regimental training soldiers in the back ran over and said, "Platoon commander, just give him a shot, why bother with blood?" ”

Zhang Ying glared at him and said, "The saved bullets can allow us to kill farther, which is the guarantee of our combat effectiveness." The words of the head of the regiment must always be remembered! Do you understand? ”

"Hey, I remembered the platoon commander!"

The fighters who attacked carried nine magazines, two hundred and seventy rounds of ammunition, and two grenades. Zhang Ying, as a platoon commander, also has a pistol and 40 rounds of ammunition.

The ammunition was sufficient, but Wang Yue hoped that they could cultivate such an awareness.

Abatai was about to run away with more than 3,000 people with two intact Jiala, but it rained mortar shells on the back road, directly cutting off the hundreds of people in the rear.

"Rush, rush out, it's not the Qing warriors who are afraid of death!" Abatai stared at the mortar barrage and ordered through gritted teeth.

If he didn't run again, the enemy's chariot would come, and the power of the rampage, he could see it clearly, and it was beyond the power of man! The huge war horses were directly killed and crushed into pulp.

Behind those battlecars, a large number of enemies also continued to press over.

The situation was urgent, and the Qing soldiers, under the supervision of officials at all levels, rushed to the death zone.

The frequency with which a mortar shell falls every six seconds is so brief and desperate.

"Rush, rush out!" The soldiers shouted that they wanted to pass as quickly as possible at the speed of their horses.

The fleeing Qing troops rushed to the barrage one after another, some lucky ones rushed over, and some were blown up and flesh and blood flew sideways.

Abatai put two layers of heavy armor on his body, calculated the interval between the cannonballs landing, patted his horse to speed up, and rushed over with his own soldiers.

Seeing that Abatai ran away with the two Jiala, the other Qing soldiers were not to be outdone, and ran away. Ran to the front to see the terrifying barrage, the layers of corpses near the barrage, and even the corpses were constantly blown up and flew everywhere.

Many of the Qing soldiers flinched, and only a few were determined to rush to the barrage.

Abatai was lucky, many of his own soldiers were unlucky, and he didn't have time to rejoice that he had escaped with the remnants of his army.

Turg tragically led a Jiala, facing armored vehicles and tanks, hoping to work hard to escape more Qing troops.

His efforts were in vain, and the armored vehicles and tanks ignored their presence, pressed several bloody alleys out of this armored cavalry, and rushed towards the rear of the Qing army.

Turg only saw that his heart was shattered, his face was pale, and he felt that his eyes were dark, and he fainted and fell off his horse.

"Gushan-sama, Gushan-sama!"

The Qing soldiers around him couldn't take care of the enemy anymore, so they came over to help Turg up, pinched the middle, and patted his back, but he still didn't wake up. Maybe it was in a hurry, maybe it was a fall, Turg's eyes were closed, and he just didn't wake up.

"Let's surrender, this battle can't be fought!" One of them cried.

"That's right, let's come down, if you continue to fight, you will die in vain!"

"Dangchang!" "Dangchang!" The weapons in their hands were thrown to the ground one after another.

These Qing soldiers, who were broken in the backbone, completely admitted defeat. They can't face such a war, being slaughtered like chickens, and they have no power to fight back, is there any need for this war to continue?

"It's down, we're down!" The Qing soldiers, who had dropped their weapons, knelt down and shouted.

The surrounding Qing soldiers were also driven, and they dropped their weapons one after another, shouting surrender.

"You cowards, cowards, you are disgraced to me!" A cow roared.

Seeing that no one listened to him, he raised his knife and cut off the head of a Qing soldier who was shouting for surrender, "I told you to surrender, give me ......!" ”

"Poof, poof, poof!" Several knives and guns pierced his body, he turned his head with difficulty to look, and saw that it was his own people who killed him, and he wanted to scold again, but those knives and guns pierced his body hard, and some of them were pierced!

"Don't move, lay down your weapons, kneel and don't kill!"

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