The night was like water, the horses' hooves were fierce, and a squadron of cavalry in blue-blue uniforms, with shields on their backs, half-body armor, and iron helmets in the style of the Ming army, and red cloaks galloped into the distance.

This team is Zhang Qiang's chasseur guard, and he is going to settle the problem of François's loyalty tonight.

This problem cannot be delayed, because through Sebastian's report, François has the possibility of colluding with the Portuguese to escape, and according to Zhu Dayou's information, it is possible that an elite team of Portuguese and Dutch sneaked into his territory to deal with François first, and then deal with that team, which is the safest thing for Zhang Qiang at present.

Those people can't afford to make big waves, Zhang Qiang thinks.

Of the 70,000 troops, there are nearly 35,000 troops around Jinhua Mansion, and 12,000 musketeers directly under the Jindong Town battalion are stationed.

If so many troops were still captured, Zhang Qiang felt that there was no need to fight this war for hegemony, and he would wipe his neck and admit defeat.

A short distance ahead, he entered the mountains, he had already seen the surrounding patrol militia units, and after a friendly greeting, he continued to move forward, and the closer he got to the arquebus factory, the more the patrol appeared, and the barracks on the valley and the top of the hill appeared one by one, checking the checkpoints of pedestrians.

When they arrived at the mountain pass, a camp camp of the guard troops appeared in front of them, and the officers of the barracks who had been notified came with a team of men and horses to ask Zhang Qiang for peace, and hurried to deal with François's affairs, Zhang Qiang did not pay much attention to them, just gave a few words, and left with people.

Through several small valleys, the horses galloped across a mountainous plain, and came across a garrison camp with a number of arquebus factories, built in a patch of land divided by streams on the plains, and small bridges and stone bridges for the army to pass were left behind.

Passing through a dense forest and over a hillside, a winding road leads to the arquebus factory deep in the mountains in the distance, where the road forks off, to the arquebus factory on one side and to the artillery factory on the other.

The beacon towers on the top of the mountain are one after another, ensuring that when these important factories are attacked, they can promptly notify the guards outside to reinforce them, and the guards turn onto the road leading to the arquebus factory, which is another gourd-shaped terrain, and Zhang Qiang rushes into it without thinking about it.

There is a guard unit of the general flag at the mouth of the gourd, and when entering the middle of the gourd terrain, there is a guard unit of 100 households, when passing through the bottom of the gourd, the remaining guard troops of 100 households stationed on the top of the mountain wave at this guard, but in the dark night, only shouts are heard, and no specific movements can be seen, but they vaguely feel that someone is waving to them.

The sound of the water in the reservoir came from the gurgling of the water, which meant that they arrived at the arquebus factory, which was only five miles away, and they were reluctant to move away except for a few natural villages with more than 100 people nearby, but it did not prevent the Jinhua Righteous Army from building a factory here, and it was up to them, there was a militia unit of 100 households patrolling here, and this militia force was all the combat strength of their villages, defending the village, and at the same time becoming the auxiliary security force in the innermost part of the arquebus factory.

The terrain became more and more open, and arquebus factories were built in a valley plain.

Except for the occasional few hilly peaks that are no more than 100 meters high, the rest of the place is plains and small streams, which can already be called small rivers because of the water level raised by the reservoir.

As he walked through the two hills, Zhang Qiang suddenly felt that it was so peaceful.

Just as he was about to stop the guards and ask him to gather his thoughts, he saw a sparkling fire burning in the grass at the top of the hill and on both sides of the hill.

As soon as he shouted, he saw the five chaser horses in front of him stumble and fall to the ground together, and the horses let out an amazing scream.

"It's not good, tripping horses," Zhang Qiang instinctively shouted.

The captain of the guard who led the team had already shouted, "Disperse, half dismount and line up, and the rest spread out to the wings." ”

However, he shouted a little late, after these people were well-trained, the reaction was not unpleasant, but when the enemy was premeditated and prepared, he still recruited the enemy.

A row of black light flashed, and dozens of bows and arrows shot out of the grass, covering the chasseur guards that were about to unfold, and although many soldiers had already taken their shields in their hands, more than a dozen people fell from their horses, either dead or wounded.

Zhang Qiang quickly flipped off the horse, hid under the war horse, and took off a short firearm from the war horse hook with one hand, as a modern person in later generations, his trust in firearms is a hundred times higher than the trust in other cold weapons, no matter how good the martial arts are, one shot down.

Just when he was half-crouching and checking the enemy's situation through the gap between the war horses, a string of sparks flashed on the high ground on both sides, and the sound of firecrackers like fried beans resounded through the high ground on both sides.

Before Zhang Qiang could react, some of the cavalry who dismounted slowly were hit by this fierce fire, covered in blood, screaming and falling off their horses, and many of the war horses on the periphery also let out a miserable scream and fell to the ground.

"Retreat,"

"Retreat,"

Zhang Qiang's captain of the guard rode alone on his war horse, drew his saber, turned his horse's head, shouted loudly to the guards, and commanded the guards to move.

"Kill—"

More than a dozen black figures rushed out of the grass on both sides, and twenty or thirty guys with yellow skin and gray and gray rushed forward, screaming and wielding broadswords and spears in their hands, and even some short bows.

"Hold on to help,"

"Hold on to help,"

Zhang Qiang shouted continuously, the captain of the guard was lucky not to be hit by the first round of arquebuses, but he asked the soldiers to move backwards, which would cause confusion among the soldiers, and once they were entangled by the enemy, then the enemies in the distance would kill them one by one with arquebuses.

This is Zhang Qiang's idea.

Someone commanded, and it was Zhang Qiang's voice, those soldiers who were in confusion, found the backbone at once, and the effect of the training was reflected, many people used the corpse of the war horse, began to lie down, and used a short fire gun to shoot back, blocking the enemy's attack from a close distance.

"Smack, smack, smack,"

The short guns in close range can be said to be extremely powerful, and the armored cavalry is more powerful than the unprotected and brown and gray enemies who don't know where they come from.

At the beginning of the counterattack, twenty of the nearly fifty enemies were killed, and the others rushed to the front, and the cavalrymen who had fallen off their horses drew their sabers and rushed forward, three in groups, five in groups, and cooperated in the battle.

There were about twenty cavalrymen who attacked, and the rest either rescued their comrades or hid behind their horses, took off the arquebuses from their horses, and fired back at the enemies who were shooting Zhang Qiang with arquebuses on the flaming heights.

The corpses of the enemies rolled down from the top of the slope, and the enemies could be seen blond, blue-eyed, and dressed in Portuguese or Dutch uniforms.

You don't have to guess who the enemy is.

Zhang Qiang was a little annoyed, he had known that he had listened to Zhu Dayou, and brought more people, depending on the situation, there were at least two or three hundred enemies.

And because of the ambush, in the first round, his guard lost sixty-seven people.