Led a group of people into this Jiazhuang, the tragic battlefield inside was shocking again, especially the corpse that was shattered by the shrapnel at the gap, the minced meat and internal organs in that place and the endless taste of blood, Yang Yufan He has been fighting for many years, how many battlefields have not vomited, but this time he has a desire to vomit, the corpse that has been beaten into a piece of minced meat, which makes people look like the stomach is turning over the river and the sea, he resists the urge to vomit.

"What kind of weapons are these?" Yang Yufan asked, with great doubts in his eyes, and Wu Sangui and the others behind him were all strange.

Ogawa pointed to a row of guns in the distance, the row of scrapped Franc machines, the barrels of which had changed shape, and one that had exploded, next to which were the bodies of several noble gunners.

"It's the Franc machine of my Shenji Battalion!" Xu Wenjue said, his tone was full of pride, and several nobles behind him also had pride on their faces.

This shocked several people even more, Xungui! Do these nobles still have this kind of courage? They were all shocked and puzzled, and when they looked at the wrinkles on the side, they found that they had indeed become different, that is, different, and their faces had lost the insolence they had at the beginning, and now they all had a cold expression, all with a military taste.

Wu Sangui's face immediately became unsightly, these wastes have really grown up at this moment, these people have rights He is not afraid, and the Chinese officials are not afraid, he is afraid that they are not waste, they have really become soldiers, this is the biggest challenge to civilian officials to control military power, that is, when this group of people in front of them really has the strength to control the army, it is time to really challenge civilian rights.

Yang Yufan went inside, and inside was a group of soldiers, they indifferently harvested the heads of the Qing army, the blood had stained their armor red, as if they had run out of blood and water, and their bodies were full of an extremely indifferent aura, which made people believe that their combat ability was even more convincing.

Yang Yufan said, "By the way, we have won this battle, but there is one more thing, at this moment, some of the people captured by the Qing army in Hebei before were imprisoned in Luyi in the south and have been rescued by General Qin, but there is still a part of the population they are imprisoned in a place near Tianjin Mansion in the north."

After hearing this, a group of people thought about it, they were all overjoyed, they didn't want to save the people, but they all took credit for it, there are definitely not many troops left behind in this place, and if they can lay down here, it will definitely be a strong credit.

"It is my duty to rescue the people besieged by the Qing army!" Wu Sangui laughed and said, Wang Pu also said that he was going to rescue the people, Xiaochuan nodded, and in his heart he was thinking about how many people could be installed in his own place, at this moment he was the general army of Shandong, and he controlled the entire Shandong Guard, so it was okay to place more people. Laying down here to control more land and more people is his own priority.

A group of people went back to prepare, they couldn't take away the Tartar credit here, and they took a fancy to the troops left behind by the Qing army to guard the big camp, which was already like meat on the board for them.

And Xiaochuan did not prepare, but took Wang Heng and a few people to the outside of the city, a clearing in front of him, on both sides of the dense jungle began to summon his harvest, Wang Heng on the side, he has been protected, and now he is coming out again, holding a piece of paper in his hand, and said: "Lord, this time we are losing 1,123 people in the barracks, 4,500 Huns, 1,562 Beifu soldiers, and 1,113 Tuntian troops."

Because it has always been a confrontation between elites before, the Tuntian army has suffered relatively little losses, and said: "Such a loss, I really have never had it, alas"

"In this battle, the Qing army is indeed stronger than our army in close combat, and the fire gun of the Han Eight Banners, although it is far worse than us, but this is the weapon that causes us the most damage," Wang Heng said.

No matter how weak the fire gun is, he is still a fire gun, if he hits you, you will die, Han Baqi? Xiao Chuan can imagine that after this battle, the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty will inevitably undergo expansion, how many cattle will be recorded in the expansion, and how many firearms can be made by the countless craftsmen of the Qing army who have been captured from the Ming Dynasty under that kind of high-pressure system, Xiao Chuan can't imagine.

Sighed and said, "Summon" Suddenly, a burst of salsa sounds suddenly sounded in the jungle on both sides, and the empty valley in front of him suddenly walked out of the jungle on both sides, and a group of soldiers came out.

They are in the form of a squad of squads, a squad of more than ten people, wearing iron-inlaid cotton armor, wearing an eight-petal iron hat helmet, in the middle of the squad is a soldier with a sword and shield in his hand, to see a javelin bag, wearing a fish scale armor, the armor leaves are flashing cold, shouting, behind is the sword and shield hand, the boring rake hand, the boring rake hand has a bag with rockets pinned to his waist, and a small swarm of bees on his back. On either side were pikemen, followed by two musketeers.

The fire gun hand holds a fine bird gun in his hand, the bird gun has a kind of reflection, the gun tube is extremely smooth, and they are also carved with patterns at the gun, with a small bamboo pipe pinned to the waist, gunpowder is placed in it, and on the right is a cloth bag, which is filled with lead bullets, and the neat queue saw Xiao Chuan kneeling on the ground at the same time and said: "Meet the general"

Is he a general again this time? Xiao Chuan was stunned and smiled, and said Please get up, the army in front of him stood up at the same time, and a light curtain appeared in front of him at the same time.

Qi Jiajun, recruited soldiers from Yiwu, Zhejiang, was originally a miner of Babao Mountain, the two sides fought many times in order to compete for the resources in the mountain, they practiced martial arts since childhood, after more than ten years of training, they are the elite of a hundred battles, skilled in the use of mandarin duck array, three-talent array, equipment: inlaid iron cotton armor, eight-petal iron hat helmet, fine bird gun, rattan card, long knife, spear, boring rake, a swarm of bees, rockets.

In front of him, a general was half-kneeling on the ground, he was wearing a fish-scale armor, he was tall, half-kneeling on the ground, and said, "The last general, Qi Mu, meet the general." His expression was indifferent, and his face was full of seriousness.

"General, please get up" Xiao Chuan helped him up, and the five thousand people in front of him looked at him at the same time, Xiao Chuan said: "You are all soldiers of my Shandong Army who came to support me, remember your identity!" In the future, if someone asks, you will say that it is Shandong Xiangyong."

"Lord, in this case, are there too many of our soldiers" Wang Heng on the side said, yes, the strength he has shown is too much, how many soldiers have been there before and after, I'm afraid there are no more than 10,000, and then there are 15,000 more people, and said, "It's okay, their identities are the villagers who came in a hurry as the chief soldier of Shandong."

Xiao Chuan led these soldiers to his station, a neat queue, thousands of people as neat, with a sound of Tata's footsteps, and behind the queue there were a lot of tiger squat guns, this kind of mortar-like firearms.

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Did you guess it, haha. Not really.