Gan Hui turned around and looked in the direction where Zheng Xi was, but his vision was blocked by layers of people.

"Carry me up," Gan Hui asked his soldiers to carry him up, looking into the distance.

However, the smoke and dust, Jingqi still covered his eyes tightly.

"That's fine."

Sighing, he found the southwest direction, bowed deeply a few times, and then put on his armor neatly with the help of his own soldiers, intending to "If you don't succeed, you will become benevolent." ”

When Gan Hui looked sad, the musketeers with burning sticks felt the same way, but they couldn't stop trembling in front of the battle. The spears and flintlock guns are both dense formations, and they will always collide with each other in a short period of time, but which one dares to take a step back and retract? Everyone scrambled to be the first, but few people were not saved, and the backs of the musketeers became the target of the spears of the Qing army. After a popping sound, the generals on the front line were horrified to find that they only seemed to have cannon fodder spearmen in their hands. Although before the advent of the bayonet, the status of spearmen in war was not low, but it was based on the complete availability of all arms! I can't even get together a decent cavalryman, and when the army is defeated like a mountain, no one wants to surrender--- now it's not when the Manchurian soldiers just entered the customs, and maybe they can still be rewarded for meritorious service if they are retained in their original positions, but now? I heard that less than half a year after Sun Kewang's classmates surrendered to the Manchus, they were squeezed by the Manchus for various reasons! After all, it's not that you don't have any soldiers in hand? Yin Jian is not far away!

After two waves of brazen attacks, Ao Bai ordered his men to issue an order for a general attack. The Qing army almost completed the encirclement of Gan Hui's troops from three directions, while the other side used cavalry to constantly attack the two wings, forming a battle situation similar to a soda bottle.

"Circumference three que one." Gan Hui wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Let's go!"

Gan Hui made up his mind and slapped his thigh, and the armor on his leg made his hand hurt. Beside the military tent that was defended by tens of thousands of soldiers with flesh and blood, Gan Hui met with the surviving cavalry or scouts one by one, and called out their names one by one--- which is also the maximum that Gan Hui can buy people's hearts.

Everyone had a bowl of cloudy rice wine in front of them, which was one of the few stocks in the city, and it could be regarded as "handy" at this time.

After a few words of encouragement, they drank rice wine and threw the pottery bowl together, and Gan Hui sent the last hundred or so cavalry out. Compared to the Qing army, these people's riding skills may only be a half-grown child, and the time they can delay is only a handful.

"Alas... Dead horses should be live horse doctors. Suppressing the mixed tastes in his heart, Gan Hui forced himself to calm down, trying to delay even half a pillar of incense.

The handsome flag was deeply planted in the soil and left in place, and Gan Hui personally led his own soldiers to plug a gap. In the face of a new force surging up, more than a dozen white-armored soldiers were swept off their horses at once.

But then came a wall of spears that appeared as if it had been reproduced.

"Wait a minute, and you guys will roll over and chop these Tartars' legs!"

For the first time.

The tight wall of spears slowly pushed and stabbed over, and in the moment of the confrontation, the legs of several Qing soldiers were cut in two by heavy blades. After leaving behind several corpses, the Qing army disengaged.

Second.

The Qing army that survived this time became smarter, and the height of the spear began to change, some pointed at the human head, and some pointed at the lower limbs; But after paying a little casualties, the sword and shield man, who is good at jumping gang combat, still drilled over like a loach and started the big kill!

The third time.

They were no longer greeted by spearmen who could be recruited with simple training, but cavalrymen who were used as weapons for decisive battles like treasures. Oh no, dragoons. The rain of arrows crackled and hit the iron armor, and the soldiers were naturally not all iron men equipped with iron masks, as long as they shot at the parts without iron armor, it would add a battle damage to the Zheng army. Before the arm draws the bow and pulls it off, the next wave of cavalry will set off a huge wave that will break down itself!

The big wave recedes, how many Zheng Jun in the encirclement can survive?

In the face of the rapid attrition of the pro-soldiers he has raised for several years in the "meaningless" simple battle (usually the pro-soldiers are used to make a final decision, not to be used as cannon fodder, Gan Hui's behavior is actually not much different from burning books in the library for warmth), Gan Hui's heart is as painful as dripping blood and losing flesh.

"This one was a bandit I received when I was in Fujian, and at that time, I saw that he was tall and young, so he was easier to discipline." Gan Hui thought as he looked at a soldier whose neck had been pierced.

"This one is my fellow villager when I was in Fujian, and the above generations are still considered to be my own family..."

"That one, it's a personal soldier collected in Nanjing, nothing else, it's good to let go of the bird, and he saved me a few times in Huguang..."

Seeing a few familiar pro-soldiers die in front of him, the national hatred and family hatred were mixed together, which made Gan Hui's mood more and more pathetic, and resisted the urge to drink, Gan Hui said to the pro-soldiers: "Go, bring the handcuff." ”

The soldier walked up to the corpse, broke his fingers hard, and handed it to Gan Hui when the handle of the gun was still warm from the human body.

Gan Hui no longer made a sound, and he didn't want his own soldiers to help, but just filled with one handful of firecrackers he could find with a blank face.

looked at the direction where the cavalry had just been released, and saw a cavalryman wearing a Ming army uniform. In a few breaths, those precious cavalrymen disappeared into this world, even with men and horses.

"Bang!" As soon as the shot passed, a lean horse fell, and the soldiers on both sides immediately plugged the gap.

"Bang!" "Bang!" Two shots went down, and the Qing army on the horse was planted, but the horses in the vests were still trampling the ground. The guards around him stabbed several times in a row, so that this ownerless horse became a "cover" to prevent the Qing cavalry from attacking.

"Boom......!" After the battle, the men and horses on both sides of the two loud earthquakes trembled together--- Gan Hui's Franc machine and tiger squat cannon exploded because of too much charge. While killing the gunner, it also emptied a small piece of the enemy.

“？？？”

Hearing the explosion in the rear, Zheng Jun, who was holding his weapon to save his life, was stunned. Some veteran oils, forced to face the pressure of life and death, began to spread rumors with the wind: "The Tartars have penetrated from behind!" ”

A noise that was originally noisy was quickly amplified into a signal in the blood, and gradually, the Qing army in front was embedded in the formation.

"The one who retreats is slashed!" A man with a small follower waved his knife at a soldier who was spreading rumors, and his hand fell with his hand.

A sentry grabbed a short spear and poked it hard at the back of a blind BB's head: "If you talk nonsense to me again, this is the end!" ”

"See for yourselves ...... behind"

Before the words fell, the sentry's words had a miraculous effect: in the field of vision of the soldiers, the Qing army rode Mongolian donkeys and rushed through the battle.

Flag, it really came true!

The sound of horses' hooves and wails enveloped the noise of the aftermath of the explosion, and countless people pushed and shoved in this dead place, trying to escape. Seeing that the situation was not good, this sentry took the lead and escaped!

However, he cleverly grasped the short spear in his hand: if the Warlord wants to cut off your head, you can still stab him in the intestine with a spear, instead of obediently leading the neck to be killed.

The generals and thousands of generals subconsciously began to organize a supervision team, but they were soon overwhelmed by the flow of people, and under the yang conspiracy of the Qing army to surround the three queyi, one formation after another became a small group of less than 100 people, and the last plate of loose sand became the prey.

The Manchurian soldiers excitedly brandished their sabers and harvested their lives like wheat.

The routers, who had chosen the most advantageous plan for their own escape, showed their soft backs and wailed continuously.

Two legs, after all, can't run six legs.

(Liu Zhi: What do you say, my Great National Revolutionary Army can even run on two legs and even the wheels of a car!) Hum! ）

(End of chapter)