"Withdraw!"

Wang Yuele of Anjun, who arrived at the mouth of Dagu in two days, finally witnessed the loyalty and courage of the defenders of the North Fort, and looked at the red that was about to flood the fort in the distance, and he gave the order to retreat gloomily.

There were 3,000 defenders annihilated.

The athletes of the 3,000 Eight Banners Divine Army showed their love for the Qing Dynasty with their actions......

There's no other option anyway.

The Ming army defeated Yanjing, and their result could only be exhausted to death as coolies, not to mention them, even the few of their brothers in the south, most of whom had mysteriously disappeared in various ways at this time. Even the entire family and the entire village mysteriously disappeared overnight, and folk rumors were all captured by Jinyiwei and thrown on the island to dig cow dung.

I really don't know if it's true or not.

But it is true that neither Nanbian nor Li Zicheng has a place for them.

Only our Daqing Dynasty is their last harbor.

"Lord Wang, the enemy army has neither cavalry nor chariots, and there is no danger to be feared, why don't we wait for three thousand cavalry to fight in one go, even if we can't save the fort, we can also kill it and frustrate its spirit, if we retreat without a fight, wouldn't it make the enemy laugh!"

Jia Lama beside him said.

The cavalry behind was clamoring.

In the case of Duoduo taking away the elites of each banner, only the upper three banners of Baya Lala were left in Beijing, and the infantry under the command of the Admiral of the Nine Gates was actually a divine army. It can be said that the most capable of fighting in Beijing is the three guard battalions, this time Bo Luo is the commander of the whole army, and his younger brother Yue Le is the commander of the two Yellow Flag guards as the main force. The only guards left in the city of Beijing were the Zhengbai Banner Baya La, and the rest were all the women who maintained order and some of the old and weak who were armed by the assault, down to the fifteenth to the sixtieth, and the men who could take up arms in the Eight Banners were ready for battle for the Qing Dynasty.

As the best general of our younger generation in the Qing Dynasty, Yue Le led the Zhenghuang Banner with one thousand Baya Laqi and two horses to arrive at full speed, but he still saw the fort being overcome.

They can indeed retreat.

There is no one to rescue.

But for these arrogant Baya Laqi soldiers, they don't want to retreat in shame like this, this is the time for them to show their strength, the opposite side is nothing more than a group of musketeers, a thousand elite Manchurian iron cavalry is still afraid of a group of pure light infantry? It is said that at this time, eight years have passed since Ao Bai was chopped alive, and the younger generation has long forgotten their first Baturu in Manchuria.

Offensive?

Yue Le was also a little hesitant.

The Ming army that was attacking the fort from the rear was indeed light infantry, only cuirass and helmets, neither cavalry cover nor chariots, not even spears, for cavalry, this is undoubtedly a food delivery, even if he only has a thousand cavalry, but this is the most elite Baya Lama......

"Kill!"

He drew his sword and shouted.

After all, he is still too young, Yue Le, who is only twenty-six years old, still does not have a deep understanding of the sinister nature of this world.

A thousand Baya Lama soldiers immediately rushed forward.

They were also spotted by the Ming army in the distance, and by this time some of the Ming troops had already rushed to the fort and were engaged with the remnants of the defenders, but most of them were still under the fort, and they quickly lined up to meet the surging cavalry. However, these musketeers did not form the line that the Ming army had already spread, but a small phalanx, like red chess pieces printed on the ground. All the soldiers were divided into three columns, the front half crouched and raised the musket with the bayonet, and the last two columns stood and raised the musket with the bayonet to aim, and everyone protected the four directions as closely as possible. Because the phalanx is not large, the whole thing looks like a hedgehog, but unlike the spear array of the past, this hedgehog's spines are much shorter and the number of people is smaller.

"Switch spears and go straight ahead, don't use muskets!"

Yue Le deserves to be the patron saint of Brother Ma, and he can see the key at a glance.

Musket fire is useless.

The Ming army was a flintlock pistol with an absolute advantage in rate of fire and quantity, on the contrary, cavalry charging straight was the best way.

The Baya Lama soldiers on either side of him, who had drawn their short guns and were about to charge close to him, looked at him with some bewilderment, and by this time the most elite cavalry was about to abandon their bows and arrows. Their standard tactics were the same as those of the European musketeers, who rushed to the front of the line and turned to shoot, then moved away and then changed their guns or reloaded, and so on until the enemy faltered.

It's pretty much the same as bow and arrow tactics.

But the cavalry bows, even their hard bows, could not penetrate the plate armor of the Ming army or the Shun army.

Muskets can.

Again, try to avoid this kind of thing.

After all, you have to face the spear forest when you charge into battle, even the Baya Lama soldiers know that the cavalry is suicide when it hits that thing, although the musket bayonet of the Ming army is much shorter than the spear, but it is also a sharp thorn in the bright and sparkling, not to mention that they are afraid to look at, even the war horses are afraid!

"Chong, take out the courage of Taizu to open the country!"

Yue Le picked up his spear and shouted.

The Baya Lama soldiers replaced their spears one after another, and their cavalry spears were still not very long, they could only be said to be of the level of large spears.

The horsemen with their spears on their horses galloping wildly across the thawing wasteland, approaching their target in an instant, but less than thirty feet away. The latter still did not fire, and the muskets with bayonets were densely arranged, and the silver spears formed a terrifying chill......

"Rush, don't stop!"

Yue Le, who had already automatically slowed down and retreated to the back, roared.

The cavalry ahead of him marched forward bravely.

The distance was rapidly approached in the galloping of ten thousand horses, and in the blink of an eye, the cavalry advance was less than ten zhang.

Suddenly, there was a burst of flames in front of him.

All the muskets spewed bullets at the same time, and in the smoke of gunpowder, the lead bullets swept through the front of the Qing army like a storm, and the elite Baya Laqi soldiers fell in pieces, together with their horses, in front of the Ming army. In the confusion caused by the overturning of the horses, a small number of cavalry broke through the bullet interception, but the first column of Ming troops quickly raised their guns, and the bayonets of the second row stabbed forward. Even as the horses instinctively dodged and sporadically collided with the bayonets, the last platoon was still reloading as fast as they could.

However, a small number of Qing troops managed to rush into the bayonets of the Ming army, and then fell in the countless bayonets around them.

There are also those who stop in front of the formation.

They raised their spears and stabbed at the Ming army.

The follow-up Qing cavalry was in chaos.

Because these phalanxes were small, the cavalry could face a small attack surface, and the vast majority of the cavalry actually circled their flanks, but then the bullets of the Ming army on the same flank also fired, and the hit rate of the dense salvo at close range was amazing, and those cavalry who didn't even have time to turn fell one after another.

The Ming army on the front completes the loadout.

Then the muzzle of the gun was aimed at a small number of Qing cavalry who were stabbing the Ming army with their spears, and then the guns rang out, and these people also fell.

This is true in front of all phalanxes.

Because the front was too small, there were not many cavalry directly attacking the front, and even those who attacked needed to face more than ten times their own musket fire, and almost in the first volley, most of the cavalry attacking the front had already fallen. The few that managed to break through were forced to crash into the jungle of bayonets and let them be slaughtered because of the number of problems, while the cavalry, which could only go around the flanks due to the limitation of the attack surface, fell into the crossfire of musket flanks, and were still hit as targets. Even breaking through the crossfire was useless, because the Ming army was a square hollow phalanx, and there was a defensive line with the same combination of muskets and bayonets waiting for them behind them.

"Retreat!"

Looking at the corpses of the Eight Banners Manchurian warriors all over the ground, Yue Le did not hesitate to give the order to retreat and be the first to turn the horse's head.

But then he froze.

Because I don't know when, on the wasteland behind me, there is a silver monster carrying a giant axe, he is covered in silver plate armor, his face is buckled with iron masks, except for his eyes, there is no place on his body that is not covered by steel, standing there like a silver iron tower, but like an old farmer harvesting crops, quietly looking at himself......

Or your own team.

"Change the musket!"

Yue Le took a deep breath and pulled out his revolver.

Of course he knew who it was.

But he also knew that it was said that Yuan Zongdi had killed this monster with a musket, but he was resurrected after death, but Yue Le, who was resurrected or something, was still full of doubts, but it should be true that the musket could kill this guy, otherwise he wouldn't have to wear so much.

The Baya Laja soldiers beside him also pulled out their short guns with solemn faces, and there were wheels for ignition and arquebuses, the former could also be made by the Qing army, but the cost was too high, and only some officers used it, but almost all of the Baya Laqi officers in the upper three banners had them. And the steel monster in front of them still didn't move, quietly watching them prepare for the attack, still like facing a crop waiting to be harvested......

"Kill, for the Qing Dynasty!"

Yue Le roared and urged the war horse.

"Kill, for the Qing Dynasty!"

The roar of the Zhenghuang Banner Baya Lama soldiers also urged the war horses, and hundreds of horsemen quickly formed an elongated triangular formation on the wasteland, and the cavalry with Yue Le as the vanguard galloped towards the same enemy.

The latter remained unmoved.

At that moment, the drum beat on the rowing boat.

There's even a singer.

Singing Yue Fei's Man Jianghong.

Yue Le's mind obviously couldn't understand this weird painting style, but he didn't care about a certain guy's habitual pretense.

His goal was only to kill the monster.

Kill this monster that almost destroyed Daqing and pressed on the top of Daqing's head like a nightmare.

The distance narrowed to less than ten zhang in the blink of an eye, Yue Le raised his gun and aimed, and then the distance was reduced to less than five zhang, he pulled the trigger without the slightest hesitation, and at the same time turned around as fast as he could. The next moment the bullet hit the spark of the plate armor and burst out, but the steel monster suddenly roared, and the giant axe in his hand swept out to the right. Yue Le pulled the distance too close in order to ensure penetration, and he didn't think that the bullet didn't penetrate at such a close distance, even if he turned around with all his strength, he only swept less than two steps away from the right side of this guy, and then the moment he swept by, Yue Le felt that he was flying.

And his vision still appeared his own war horse, and the familiar half of the body on the horse's back......