Bang bang ———— sound of artillery roar, the sky is a black line, the sound of whistling shells, the earth trembles, as if being beaten by drums, the Maozi artillery in a row is sprayed with flames of orange flames, one by one Maozi gunners quickly load the shells, and then wipe the barrel with a wet wooden stick after loading, a burst of water vapor, put in the gunpowder, projectiles, ignite the artillery, touch ———— field artillery took a few steps back, and the shells crossed a black line in the air.

A cannonball left a bloody alley in the dense queue of the Qing army———— bursts of screams rang out, countless stumps and broken arms flew, collapsed, the Eight Banners began to collapse, ran out of ammunition and food, and were chased and killed by the Ming army.

"The sky is going to die!" Dolgon's eyes were red, with a kind of unwillingness, he had just sat on the throne of the emperor, so soon, Manchuria was about to die in his own hands! He had a kind of unwillingness, the sudden appearance of the hair was too sudden, and he couldn't accept it suddenly.

Only Duoduo and Azig were left on the side, and the others had already run away, running, and Amin and the others had long since lost their sights. Fan Wencheng also disappeared, leaving only Duoduo hugging his fists and saying, "Brother Fourteen, let me lead the troops to rush again"

Looking at his two younger brothers, Dolgon had a kind of regret on his face, touched their heads, and said, "It's meaningless, defeated, the Qing army has been defeated, and the destiny is like this" He sighed, and there was an unspeakable anger in his heart, but how was that, the Maozi Mountain in front of him was attacking like a tsunami, and he could only hear the voice of Ulla in his ears, "Rush!" Counterattack! He waved his hand. Even so, you have to give this group of red-haired ghosts a little bit of power.

Duoduo immediately roared angrily, and the elite with his white flag pounced, and Azig on the side changed his face and said, "Fourteenth brother, where did this red-haired ghost come from!" He carried a kind of anger, if it weren't for them, his three brothers would be the king of the Qing Dynasty, and at this moment?

"Fate is so, you and my brother, there is no life of the emperor," said Dolgon, his voice bitter.

The cavalry and infantry began to charge, Mao Zi's musketeers lined up in several rows, and rushed towards the Qing army in a neat queue, and the artillery broke up the neat queue of two white flags, and they simply divided into 551 teams to form a separate battle formation, evading the artillery fire of the Qing army, and shooting with bows and arrows.

The ———— arrow cluster hit the neck of the commander of Mao Zi in front, and the blood immediately spurted out like a blood arrow, he covered the neck of the spurting blood, and fell unwillingly, the accurate shooting of the Qing army made the formation of Mao Zi's fire guns scattered, and the separate queue made it difficult for Mao Zi's artillery to shoot these Mao Zi.

The white bear hairy commander's face turned bitter and said, "This group of oriental barbarians is too strong, right?" How can a bow and arrow still have this kind of power? He didn't know that a group of Eastern barbarians had no artillery, muskets, no light cavalry, and that the infantry and heavy cavalry alone had beaten their own Slavic elite and were about to fall apart, but fortunately the Slavs had an absolute numerical advantage, "Steady, steady!" This is the strongest force in the East, and if you defeat them, the Far East will be ours," he said in a cold voice. "Think about the wealth here, the beauties here, it's all yours, only the Slavs deserve the wealth of the Far East!"

A burst of Maozi shouted that Ula began to charge, accurate arrow cluster shooting, under the row of firecrackers and the cover of the bunker was more advantageous, bows and arrows began to aim at Maozi to shoot at a point, at this time, a team of heavily armored, armed with tiger guns, the sturdy Baya soldiers rushed into the ranks of the Qing army and began to assault.

In a burst of shouts, the fierce Qing army began to charge, led by the tooth-pulling cheerleaders iron helmet has long fallen off, revealing the rattail tail behind the head, brandishing a thick-backed machete, in this hairy queue like a tiger, the machete is the stump and broken arm flying all over the sky, cutting over more than 20 hairs in a row, only to be attacked with a musket.

"Is that a bunch of beasts?" The white bear Maozi, who is known for his ferocity, was terrified at the moment, this group of fierce enemies, "what kind of soldiers are they?" he pointed to the Baya soldier who was pointing at the white flag and said!

"Sir, I think what we should think about is not why this group of people are so strong, but why they are so strong and why they will be defeated" Mao Zi, who was weak on the side, said, "You see their strong combat effectiveness, why they will fail, they have obviously just been defeated, I think it is obvious that the south has stronger strength than them"

The white bear Maozi shook his head and said, "I think, the one who is stronger than them is probably the white bear in the Arctic, hehe" he laughed and said, "You see that they are stronger than me, and they will still lose, because I have several times more people than them, and they will lose, because they have encountered forces that are more than ten times more numerous than them!" Bai Xiong Maozi thought like this, "I don't believe that there will be a stronger crowd in the East than them" He thought like this, he couldn't imagine that there would be a stronger force than these people in front of him.

He commanded his subordinates, surrounded the two white flags, the cavalry pursued the rest of the fleeing Qing army, the Slavs continued to charge Ulla, they had good grassroots officers, and organized the infantry charge again and again, continuous general, slowly they were about to break through the Qing army's big array, fighting, the tragic battle was about to end, the Slavs came back with huge casualties, and finally had to defeat the two white flags of the most elite Qing army.

The two white flags were slowly eroded, and when there were still a thousand people left, Azig surrendered with the remaining soldiers, and looked at the rest of the soldiers behind him, his two elder brothers had committed suicide, and the personal soldiers left by Huang Ama to the three brothers had basically been killed, Duoduo died in battle with his brothers on the way to charge, Dolgon drew his sword and killed himself, perhaps this way was worthy of his sudden additional status as the emperor of the Qing Dynasty. There was still a kind of unwillingness on his face, and his strong ambition was not realized.

Seeing the rest of the white flags surrender, Bai Xiong Maozi stepped forward quickly, with a lot of anger on his face, "Kill so many of us and surrender, kill them all!" He waved his hand, a look of anger on his face.

"No, we need to find out their information, we can't kill them directly," said the weak lieutenant general on the side, "And their combat effectiveness is so strong, wouldn't it be better to join us?" However, the red-eyed Slavs were not willing to accept surrender at all.

The white bear snorted, "Hmph, surrender? does not exist, no one can kill so many Slavs and still survive! Kill them" and his men began to kill. The Slavs on the side began to kill on a frenzy.

Azig's face was bitter, with an unspeakable bitterness in his heart, he silently came to Dolgon's corpse, looking at his brother's corpse, he silently took out his long sword, his heart was bitter, he didn't understand why the Qing Dynasty was so far, everything was good, good, suddenly there was one more Tsarist Russia in the north, and there was one more Qingzhou in the south, everything became no longer the same, the long sword wiped his neck, and the blood was like a spring, and suddenly, he found that his brother was waving to him.