"Lord Ezhen, I'll take someone to kill this group of untouchables!" Seeing that most of the arrows shot were blocked by wooden shields, the Ming people were retreating into the castle on the left one after another, and the white-armored soldier Amutu said to Abul.

According to the Manchu Qing Dynasty, there were 200 to 300 people in a cow, and usually a third of them would be left behind when they went on an expedition.

In order to rob more money, food, materials and population, Abule brought out 200 of his subordinates, and less than 100 people were left at home. Among the 200 bannermen, there were only 15 white-armored soldiers, and the rest were red-armored soldiers and ordinary black-armored soldiers.

These fifteen white-armored soldiers are the strongest combat power in Niu Lu, everyone is wearing three layers of armor, extremely fierce, but once out of the city to pursue, the white-armored soldier Hutabu was ambushed and killed by the Ming army, and the weapons and armor were captured by the Ming army, plus Hutabu is Abule's brother-in-law, so he must kill to Xishan Town to avenge Hutapu.

After hearing the suggestion of the white-armored soldier Amutu, Abul shook his head, "The Ming army has been prepared, you see this crooked ditch, it is too insidious, and there are deep pits between the ditches that are specially trapped in the horse's hooves, so it is impossible to chase and kill on horseback, and if you get off the horse, you need to go around a long distance, and the Ming people take a shortcut from the town to this manor, and if you kill them, I am afraid they have already run into the manor." ”

Looking at the zigzag ditch dug, Amutu was also very worried, the ditch does not seem to be wide, if you don't wear armor, you can naturally easily cross it, but wearing armor weighing dozens of catties, and then holding a knife and gun in your hand, it is impossible to cross it, but if you go around the ditch and go around too far, this Ming man is really insidious!

"Do you just let these Ming people go?" Amutu was unwilling.

"Hmph, how can it be so easy, they escaped into this Zhuangzi, it is equivalent to getting into the cage, let's catch turtles in the urn." Aboul sneered.

"Amutu, take fifty men and rush into the town to see if there are any people left, and then find a large number of planks and set them up in this ditch. The others continued to shoot with their bows and arrows, and continued to shoot these lowly Nikans. Abula ordered.

"Wow!" Amutu was ordered to take the men with him.

"What are they doing?" On an arrow tower in Sicheng, Chen Yue, Yang Zhengping and others were observing the enemy's situation. Seeing that Man Tartar did not directly attack the people who fled into Sicheng, but divided his troops into two divisions, Chen Ping, who was standing behind Chen Yue, couldn't help but ask.

"This Tartar leader is very experienced in using soldiers, he did not give the order to cross the ditch to kill people, but divided his troops to go to the town, this is to prepare to storm Sicheng." Yang Zhengping praised, although his heart was extremely hateful to Mantar, but the hatred did not blind his eyes, these days, Yang Zhengping followed Chen Yue to train and fight, and in his spare time, he also read a lot of military books, and he also had a little experience in marching and fighting.

"Why did you storm Sicheng and go to the town, don't they know that the people in the town have fled?" Chen Ping asked.

"If the people have fled, can they still take everything with them? The Tartars are looking for something to help with the siege. Yang Zhengping explained.

"Report, my lord, many folks have been shot by Tartar bows and arrows and have fallen between the ditches, shall we send someone to fetch them?" A soldier hurriedly climbed up the arrow tower and reported to Chen Yue.

"Ahh When Chen Yue heard this, he looked outside, and sure enough, he saw some people lying on the ground wailing.

The bow and arrows of the Mantar are too accurate, even if the people have a shield in their hands, it is difficult to prevent it, and many people do not know the skills of defense at all, so they do not cover the whole body with the shield, expose some parts of the body, and then are shot by the strong bow of the Mantar. There are also people who have a large number of people, and they only care about protecting their wives and children with their shields, but they themselves are shot by arrows.

Counting carefully, there are more than 20 people who were shot, and they are desperately asking for help here in Sicheng.

"Save, of course I have to save! The people outside are our fathers and villagers, so there is no reason not to save them! "Chen Yue is categorical.

"Your Excellency!" Shan Minglei, who had been silent, hurriedly shouted, but looked at Chen Yue's serious face and stopped talking.

"Your Excellency!" Listening to Chen Yue's words, the nearby soldiers all showed a touched look, because the injured outside were their relatives.

"The two general flags on the left and right went out of the city to save people, and the middle flag stayed behind to guard the wall." Chen Yue got down the arrow tower and ordered loudly.

With his order, more than 160 people from the two general banners quickly lined up in front of the walled gate, with the shield bearers in front, protecting the spearmen and musketeers behind them

Chen Yue personally led the team, rushed out of the gate with one hundred and sixty men, and lined up against the Mantar soldiers from a distance, and between the two sides were six or seven ditches that zigzagged and twisted.

"The number of the Ming army is a bit large, don't you say that there are only more than 100 people!" Looking at the Ming soldiers who rushed out, Acton muttered to himself.

"What if there are more, in front of my Eight Banners warriors, they are all local chickens and dogs!" I can't see Actun's cowardly appearance the most, if he wasn't too weak, how could his brother-in-law Hutab be killed by the Ming army!

"When attacking the city in a while, Acton, you will be the first to attack as the selector!" Abula said coldly to Actun.

Looking at Niu Lu Ezhen's gloomy eyes, Acton couldn't help but feel a sudden burst in his heart, and hurriedly agreed loudly.

Without waiting for Abule's order, the archers and musketeers in the Tartars shot at the Ming troops who were leaving the city. Arrows and projectiles flew one after another, but most of them were blocked by the shields. The distance between the two sides was about fifty paces, and even the fire guns could hardly penetrate the thick wooden shield.

Among the Mantars, there are firecrackers, most of which are three-eyed firearms, as well as single-shot firearms, most of which are captured from the Ming army, and some are made by captured Ming blacksmiths.

Since the defeat of the Ming army under the city of Ningyuan, and even the old slave was wounded by the red-coated cannon and died shortly after, since then the Manchu Qing Dynasty has attached great importance to firearms, and the Eight Banners are equipped with many firearms. Take the hundred people brought by Abula as an example, there are nearly twenty firecrackers equipped with them, which is not less than the firecrackers in Chen Yue's hands.

Fired by the Mantars, the soldiers of the Inspection Division naturally refused to show weakness, and the firecrackers in the queue fired at the Mantars one after another, but the distance of fifty paces had reached the limit of the range of the firearms, plus there were only more than ten, the density of the projectiles was too small, and the damage caused to the Mantars was really limited. On the contrary, the range of the strong bow of the full Tartar is farther than that of the fire gun, and the arrows thrown over caused a lot of trouble to the Ming army, although the soldiers wore mandarin duck battle jackets, but the defense of the strong bow was really limited, and from time to time there were arrows that crossed the gap of the shield and fell in the array of the Ming army, and several soldiers were shot by the arrows, and let out a cry of pain.

While the two sides were firing at each other, twenty or thirty soldiers, holding shields in their hands, quickly rushed over, picked up the people who were lying in pools of blood, and retreated to Sicheng with them on their backs.