In the smoke and dust in the sky, this cavalry of nearly 1,000 people rushed to the front of the battle one after another. However, to the disappointment of that Jialazhangjing, after the Zheng army barely resisted a wave of charging formation, almost all the war horses subconsciously bypassed the battle line intertwined with corpses and weapons, and the cavalry that lost its speed had to take the bird gun or ride the bow and shoot over. However, the distance that can be shot by the bow can be thrown, such as throwing axes and bones, etc., does not have a particularly big advantage.

On the noisy battlefield, Zheng Xian, who was surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside, broke out in a cold sweat all over his body, and his body trembled slightly; Through a crowd of people, he couldn't see how the fateful flintlock array was fighting, and there, and only there, was the only way to change the tide of battle, from arranging the flintlock pistols in the middle to wrapping them in the middle, to personally taunting the cavalry, everything revolved around the poor flintlock musketeers.

After Zheng Zheng's attack, several improved Franc machines were pushed out by the gunners under Zheng Zheng's strong orders, revealing the muzzles of the guns in front of the Qing army. As long as the Qing army can turn the horse's head, it will be able to rush to the cannon in an instant.

"Quick, quick!" The gunners who have operated the Franc machine on the Daifuku ship countless times skillfully and quickly filled the sub-gun. The gun slid into the chamber of the cannon, and the gunpowder ignited through the fire door and pushed the cannonball straight forward.

Looking at Zheng Xian's gambling operations like the red-eyed gamblers, whether it is Zhuo Butai or a few Zhang Jingjing, there is no such thing as going beyond shooting: then, we can only expect the cavalry to quickly drown those old cannons that have to be wiped and drenched after a few shots!

The iron ball did not cause many casualties in the loose cavalry array, and after a few bounces, it came to a halt on the ground. Under the command of an officer on the front line, who seemed to be a first-class officer of Niu Lu, the Qing army divided into a group and pounced on the Franc machine that fired the two-wheeled gun.

Zheng Xi was silent and picked up a musket carved with patterns and engraved names given to him by Zhu Chenggong when he was in Nanjing. The prototype of this musket was the turtledove, and it was already extremely powerful at this time.

Then, he pushed away the soldiers who were surrounding him, stepped forward, and aimed at a soldier of the Eight Banners who was moving at high speed with Wangshan.

"Bang!"

After the lead came out, and after the three-layer armor was pierced, the unlucky ghost was smashed by the horse and his own gravity, and broke his tendons and suffered intracranial hemorrhage, and no matter whether anyone made up the knife or not, he could not survive.

Anyone who has ever played chess knows that the king in chess can move straight and diagonally in one square, and is more effective than a small soldier. And Zheng Xi is the king of the wolf on the chessboard!

Seeing the coach make a move in person, there was a burst of cheers all around. Zheng Xi didn't want to listen to them at this time, "Daming, ah no, Yangzhou's success or failure is in one fell swoop!" If this battle is won, we will be able to wait until the Jiangnan army arrives, and if we are defeated, I will die with everyone. Bump into it! ”

Raise soldiers for a thousand days, and use soldiers for a while; This sentence is appropriate for the pro-soldiers, seeing that Zheng Xi began to personally load the firearms, the small phalanx composed of pro-soldiers sped up and collided with the Qing cavalry that rushed like a wave.

Spears made of fine ash rods and iron spearheads stabbed again and again, and long knives made of steel swung down in the gaps between the bodies, striking flesh, weapons or armor... Zheng Xi's own soldiers around him held short firearms, stared closely at where there were enemy troops breaking through the line--- and then raised their hands to shoot.

After leaving behind hundreds of corpses of people and horses, Jia Lazhangjing reluctantly ordered a retreat with a dark face--- he would at least have to eat a hang-up if he went back like this, but he was afraid of his life, what could he do?

"Cannon out!" Zhuo Butai saw that the children of the Eight Banners he was proud of were beaten like this, and he trembled with anger--- although there was a chain of contempt between the flags, but this did not prevent them from cocking their noses to look at the Green Camp.

The cannon with a slight difference in size was pushed out by a donkey or a man, and the Qing gunners calmly loaded in front of the formation, and after roughly aiming, they poked the iron rod into the fire door.

The iron ball smashed down with potential energy in mid-air, and the formation behind Zheng Zheng was full of grief. The pro-soldiers who had taken the initiative to loosen up because of the battle shrunk into turtle shells tightly, and they would rather break their hands and feet to protect Zheng Zheng.

"If I can survive until after the war, I must vigorously develop a battalion of cavalry!" Zheng Xi thought to himself in the pile of people full of blood. I blame myself for arriving in Gentle Township, and I can't grasp the gun firmly!

But at this time, where can I take regret medicine?

Just when Zheng Xi was depressed and forced himself to calm down. The flag in the distance caught his attention: the flag of the flintlock corps was marching high!

Then, the Qing army in front of him collapsed, and retreated again, and even the spearmen broke through.

Watching the battle line slowly advance towards him, Zhuo Butai angrily smashed the chair with his scabbard. Seeing that the master was angry, the minions retreated to the side with interest.

"What are you hiding? Meat grows in the middle of the thigh, and you can't get on the horse? You can't wait, I'll be able to do it. Follow me and smash the brains of those pirates! After saying that, Zhuo Butai personally turned over his horse, and was about to rush out with a riding spear under his arm. This frightened the minions a lot, and when the master died, the minions had to be buried with him. As a result, the coated servants of the family endured the danger of being kicked by horses and the pain of being whipped with scabbards, and persuaded Zhuo Butai to come down.

In the other direction, Comrade Ao Bai carefully and patiently observed the situation of Gan Hui's headquarters, and from time to time sent heralds to learn about the "latest battle situation."

At this time, with the shooting again and again, the flintlock pistol that could shoot had been lost to the point that only one-third could shoot at this time, even if the rotation of the bird gun could barely ensure the density of firepower, but there was still a large oolong in the array with the soldier's whole body burning with the arquebus.

"Put!"

After a burst of white smoke, a puff of white smoke also came out from the opposite side.

"All in all, no one fills the birds." One soldier stared blankly behind him, there was no loader behind him--- they were all gone.

"This one blew up, and I can't use it." The other blew up and found that he had no weapons on his body to replace.

……

Gradually, Gan Hui's superiority in firearms became smaller and smaller, and unlike Zhuo Butai, Ao Bai did not concentrate the cavalry in one place, but put them on both sides to form a pincer offensive, forcing Gan Hui to constantly transfer battalions to leave space for the frontal infantry to penetrate.

Several military flags were waved at the same time, and the crippled bird gunners were ordered to be withdrawn by Gan Hui. The spearmen came up and cut through the choking fog of war.

On the west and east sides, Gan Hui watched as two wide spear forests collided with his thin left and right wings, and quickly advanced to encircle them. The cavalry tried piecemeal to "kill seven in and seven out".

If Zheng Xi is a gambler who bets on underwear, then Gan Hui is the gambling table without underwear at all--- he sent a reserve team to beat the swollen face and fat man, and now he can really top it, and there are hundreds of pro-soldiers around him. But what can these hundreds of people do?

Faced with an enemy several times his size, spear tips, arrows and lead from all directions, Gan Hui's troops, who were gradually encircled, faced an increasingly unfavorable situation.

Kick the flag, "break through"?

Changing one's own clothes into his own soldiers is a common skill of some small warlords, but after being captured by the Qing army in history, how did Gan Hui, who would rather die than give in, do such a thing?

If you don't break through, these phalanxes that are about to be divided will quickly collapse in an instant, right?

The defeat of the army is like a mountain falling. In an era when 10 percent of casualties are about to collapse, and the number of casualties caused by pursuit after the collapse is far greater than that of the fighting, it is not an exaggeration.

However, Gan Hui believes that after the collapse, as long as his banner does not fall, there will always be people who will gather over, even if it is delayed for a while, it is good to kill and injure one more Tartar and a traitor green battalion.

Zi said: "Do it knowing that you can't do it!" ”

(End of chapter)