In charge of defending this 30 zhang wide position was Zhao Xiaosi's 1,000-man team, and his 1,000-man team killed 142 people in successive battles, and nearly 200 people were wounded and sent back to Changsheng Island.

In order to make up for his lack of combat strength, the hundred-man team of the two death brigades was transferred here under his command.

Seeing that the Jurchens actually used such an old-fashioned method as a shield car, Zhao Xiaosi pursed his lips disdainfully.

The Changxing Army already has experience in dealing with shield cars, and as long as they enter the 100 steps and use scattered bullets, they will definitely teach a profound lesson to the people behind the shield cars.

"Scatter Ready!" The gunner hurriedly put the loaded bullet into the mother, and the 3-pound Franc machine was very quick to load. The nine guns are used in turn, which is enough to hit a stormy barrage.

"Fire!" Zhao Xiaosi's order was issued, and the door 3-pound franc roared. Hundreds of lead bullets fanned forward, and the gunners did not look at the effect of the shots, but immediately took off the empty guns, reloaded the guns with new ones, and pushed the guns back into place.

The two guns took turns firing, and the Han army flag on the cart was heavily wounded.

Wu Dehui of the cart was walking forward, and the shield cart he pushed suddenly had several more holes, and the flying sawdust was very painful on the cotton armor on his body.

He was about to scream when a sticky liquid sprayed onto his face. There were also many sprays into his gaping mouth, and the smell of blood made him vomit on his knees.

With a casual tilt of his head, he saw that Brother Chen beside him had fallen in a pool of blood. Half of Brother Chen's head was hit by lead bullets, and his gray brains flowed all over the ground.

As soon as he thought of the taste in his mouth just now, Wu Dehui vomited even more. When he stopped vomiting, he found that most of the shield carts around him had been beaten into a sieve.

The Han military flag of the cart fell to the ground, and even the Jurchen master who followed them lay on the ground and did not dare to move.

Wu Dehui didn't dare to move, he lay next to Brother Chen and pretended to be dead. No matter how good the Jurchen master is to him, his life is not important.

Turg roared angrily when he saw the heavy losses of the shield cart. He could not tolerate another defeat and "Rush forward!" Get on board and push the cart! Lying on the ground again, the master chopped him! The shield cart moved again, and continued to push towards the trench.

Huang Taiji, who was watching the formation in the rear, frowned when he saw the fierce artillery fire of the Changxing army, and the Changxing army did not have this kind of Buddha machine in the crossing of the sea in Beixinkou, so it seemed that it was time to show his hole cards.

"Let Uzhenha camp! Flatten me there! Huang Taiji pointed with his hand.

"Huh!" The people around him promised to give the order immediately.

Under the supervision of Turge, the Han army finally pushed the shield cart to the edge of the trench. When Turg saw that he was finally approaching the trench, he screamed excitedly and led the Jurchen armor soldiers to rush up.

The death brigade that had been waiting in the trench jumped out of the trench to kill the enemy. The Changxing army also showed no weakness, they fought with the enemy with steel swords in one hand and short guns in the other. The Shortbolt is extremely powerful in melee combat, and basically does not run as long as it is aimed at the enemy.

"Bang bang!" After the sound of the gun, the enemy in front of him fell. The short guns of the Changxing Army only surprised Turg, and he continued to kill.

Turg swung his steel knife and cut down a Changxing soldier in front of him, and suddenly a man pointed a fire gun at him.

He hurriedly pulled a person beside him to block in front of him, and after the bang, the armored soldier in front of him fell to the ground softly.

Seeing that the short guns of the man on the other side had already been hit, Turg screamed and killed.

Zhao Xiaosi jumped out of the trench and appeared as Turg, who was dressed differently from other armor soldiers. The steel knife in his hand was extremely heavy, and he had already cut down two Changxing soldiers in a row.

He rushed up to Turg, raised the short gun in his hand and aimed it at Turg, but Turg actually pulled his companion next to him to block it.

Zhao Xiaosi, who had not killed Turg, was extremely annoyed, so he inserted the short gun back into the leather bag around his waist, and took off the fire gun with the bayonet from behind his back to meet Turg.

Turg held a steel knife and stared at the enemy on the opposite side, and the fire gun of the Changxing Army in front of him was loaded with spikes and turned into a short spear.

Zhao Xiaosi stared at the Jurchens opposite, his hands clenched into the firearms. Suddenly shouted: "Kill!" "Take a quick step forward, and the bayonet in your hand pierces Turg.

Turg has been paying attention to Zhao Xiaosi's movements, and when he saw the other party stabbing him, he used a steel knife to block Zhao Xiaosi's bayonet, and he bullied himself.

The steel knife slashed at Zhao Xiaosi's hands, Zhao Xiaosi was close to the opponent, and the opponent's steel knife slashed again, so he could only throw the gun, and the person also retreated.

Turg forced Zhao Xiaosi back with a knife, and it was his turn to slash at Zhao Xiaosi's waist. Zhao Xiaosi had no choice but to retreat again, but he tripped over a corpse under his feet, and the person also fell on his back.

Zhao Xiaosi's fall gave Turg a chance, and he shouted: "Die!" The steel knife was like Zhao Xiaosi's body. Zhao Xiaosi, who was lying on the ground, had nowhere to hide, so he could only close his eyes and wait for death.

But Turge's steel knife did not fall on Zhao Xiaosi's body, and was caught up by the well with a Japanese knife.

"Zhao Jun hurry up, I'll resist for a while!" Wielding a sword at the well, he fought with Turg.

Turg was furious when he saw that his good deeds were destroyed by the dwarf in front of him, and he swung his big knife and slashed desperately towards the well.

Ibbe raised his sword to meet him, but his hard-working skills were no match for Turg. Turg was tall and strong, and the steel knife was even heavier.

Every time the two of them fight, their hands are numb, and the two of them just fight a few times and start to lose and retreat.

Zhao Xiaosi saw that Jingbian was not the opponent of the Jurchens in front of him, so he took out a short gun and began to load. His hands were busy, but his eyes were fixed on Turg.

Turge also noticed the short gun in Zhao Xiaosi's hand, he was anxious, and the strength in his hand also increased a little.

When he collided with the sword at the well again, the well was finally defeated, and he knocked the knife in his hand away.

The well did not retreat when he lost the sword in his hand, and he knew that even if he retreated, he would not be able to escape the heavy broadsword of the enemy.

He lunged forward and grabbed Turg's waist. Turning his head and shouting, "Zhao Jun! Open the gun! ”

Zhao Xiaosi had just loaded the gun, raised the gun and aimed it at Turge. Turg saw Zhao Xiaosi who raised the gun and wanted to dodge, but was hugged by the well.

Enraged, he raised his knife and pierced the well, but the well was pierced by Turg and did not let go of his hand.

"Wellside!" Zhao Xiaosi, who shouted, clasped the short gun in his hand, and the lead bullet hit Turge's shoulder with a whistling sound.

Turg screamed and threw his knife and sat on the ground. Zhao Xiaosi dropped the picker, picked up the bayonet and rushed forward.

Facing Turg, who was covering his wounds on the ground, Zhao Xiaosi stared at the scarlet eyes and stabbed the bayonet in his hand.

Turg didn't want to die yet, he stretched out his uninjured hand and grabbed Zhao Xiaosi's bayonet.