Zhang Tongchang was connected to a hundred pro-soldiers, and everyone looked solemn. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 From the thunderous sound of horses' hooves, they quickly judged that the Qing army had at least three thousand elite horsemen!

And there are only more than 100 of them, and after a night of running, they are very tired, but at this moment, they have no choice but to face it with courage and courage!

When the Qing army got closer, Zhang Tongchang pulled out a horizontal knife from his waist violently, and shouted in a deep voice at the same time: "Prepare to meet the enemy!" ”

A hundred cavalrymen shouted in unison: "Ah Weiwei! ”

After the thunderous shout, everyone was in good spirits, and then, they drew their waist knives with a brush, just waiting for the chasing soldiers to approach, and then stepped on the horse, this is a tragic and brave army, knowing that the strength of the enemy and me is very different, and still has no turning back!

When the Qing army reached the foot of the narrow hillside and had an unstable foothold, Zhang Tongchang immediately waved his sword and spear with a hundred personal soldiers, and rushed down with an indomitable momentum.

"Gentlemen, kill with me!"

"Kill!"

The two teams soon collided with each other, catching each other and fighting, the war horses neighed, the long knives flashed, and the shouts of killing were endless.

Zhang Tongchang took the lead, no one could stop him, rushed into the Qing army, even chopped and chopped, and in a blink of an eye, he killed three or four Qing soldiers, the Qing soldiers were bold, and then rushed down the hillside of the Ming army, everyone was brave, almost in an instant, the Qing army's vanguard was defeated!

Li Chengdong, who was in the middle of the Chinese army, was stunned by that scene, and couldn't help but shout: "How is it possible! "There was a moment of disbelief at the sudden bravery of this remnant of the defeated army.

Fortunately, he was also a battle-hardened veteran, and after a moment of consternation, he regained his composure, waved his flag, and the drums sounded again, and after a while, another more elite cavalry rushed up the hillside.

After Zhang Tongchang took the rest of the hundred horsemen to take a breath, he watched the hundreds of iron horsemen of the Qing soldiers form a battle formation, lined up in a dense formation, and when he rushed up again, he was covered with scars and deep exhaustion, and shouted again: "I am dead!" Gentlemen, kill with me! After speaking, he raised the bloody horizontal knife in his hand and rushed forward first.

A hundred heroic knights of the Ming army shouted in unison, cheered up and fought again, and the two iron streams collided again without hesitation.

The waist knife flickered, and the blood flew up!

I couldn't tell if it was friend or foe, and in an instant, dozens of people had already flown out of their horses screaming, and the horses were moving and trampling, and in the blink of an eye, they had turned into meat puree.

Both armies were red-eyed, and many cavalry were huddled together, slashing at each other with all their might!

In this small battlefield, there was the sound of horses' hooves, the muffled sound of people falling, and the uncontrollable screams of being slashed or poked by knives and guns.

Although the number of Qing troops is large, fortunately, the hillside is relatively narrow, three thousand cavalry can not be used, can only be sent up in waves, the Ming army is fighting to the death, slashing and stabbing spears, defending to the death and not retreating, for a while the sound of killing in the shadow of swords and spears shook the sky.

A Qing cavalry thousand general hand holding a big iron lance, even chopping and slashing to kill several Ming troops, fierce and abnormal, Zhang Tongchang in the battlefield saw this, immediately threw the horizontal knife that rolled up, snatched a long knife from the hand of a Qing soldier, shouted loudly, all the way to the Qing general. The Qing army's face changed abruptly, but he was not flustered, holding the big iron lance, and stabbed fiercely in the direction where Zhang Tongchang was rushing.

Zhang Tongchang quickly turned sideways, dodged the stab of the long lance, and then raised the knife in his hand, and cut down the Qing army Qianzong off the horse with a knife, and then killed his guards, and rushed back to the army's formation. When the Qing army saw him so brave, they were all shocked. The Ming army, who fought hard, shouted with joy and was in high spirits.

It's just that although the Ming army is not afraid of death, and regards death as home, after all, the number is too small, and after fighting for a while, they finally can't resist the tide of the Qing army's iron cavalry, and gradually show defeat, and one by one the bloody warriors were cut down to the ground.

In front of the hillside, the Qing army of the brigade was looking for a field path, slowly bypassing from both sides, forming a siege on all sides. The remaining dozens of Ming troops were unmoved when they saw this, and still fought hard, and none of them retreated and broke through.

After a while, the remaining dozens of Ming warriors were also lost one after another, and only a dozen lonely horsemen were left in the encirclement of the Qing army. A few of the arrows on the body had not yet been removed, and the blood dripped down the body, rattling, staining the yellow earth on the ground.

Zhang Tongchang took advantage of the gap in the fierce battle to raise his eyes to look at the sky, and saw that the sunset had set, the earth gradually turned into darkness, and his blood-spattered face couldn't help but show a trace of joy.

"It's getting dark now, and the Tartars shouldn't be able to catch up, right?" He couldn't help but think in his heart, suddenly, he froze, frowned, wanted to say something, he really felt a little powerless, he couldn't help but look at his chest, the bloody breastplate was stuck in a spear at this time, on the other side of the spear, was a hideous-looking Qing soldier.

Enraged, he mustered up his strength and pulled out the spear from his chest with all the strength of his life, and then sent it into the chest of the enemy. After the blow, the strength was like a reservoir that opened the floodgates, and it disappeared almost instantly. The long knife fell to the ground, and his body went limp, and he fell off his horse.

Lying on the ground, he heard the rest of the soldiers shouting desperately, the sound from far to near, from near to far, faint and continuous. The sound of shouting and killing, the sound of horses' hooves, the clashing of weapons, gradually, all the sounds quietly faded away.

He turned over with difficulty, looking up at the darkening sky, and at the moment when his consciousness was about to disappear, he was relieved and a little regretful at the same time: "It's a pity that I can't see the day when Emperor Ming Zhongxing will be revived." ”

After a while, the remaining Ming troops in the encirclement also felt exhausted, and they could no longer lift the nearly ten-pound horizontal sword. Knowing that the last moment had come, for a while, the remaining Ming soldiers all reined in their horses, stopped fighting, glanced at each other, and calmly wiped their necks with a horizontal knife.........

Li Chengdong stood on the battlefield in disarray, his face was blue for a while, he didn't expect that a scribe leading a hundred remnants of soldiers could burst out with such a powerful combat power, let alone that there were so many bloody men among the Han'er under the tide of changing the dynasty.

"Is this the real mourner?" Looking at his own troops who had suffered heavy losses, he muttered to himself, and unconsciously felt a trace of fear.