The Tartars rushed up in groups, causing a momentum that was even greater than the ordinary nearly a thousand water thieves, and the soldiers couldn't help but hesitate.

At this time, Wang Zheng took a few steps forward, pulled out the steel knife on his waist, stood firmly in front of the formation, and shouted loudly:

"The rear team continues to throw thunder, Ren Hu! The tartar is at the bottom of the slope, and you can put the gun in less than one hundred and twenty steps! ”

Ren Hu nodded and took a deep breath.

This is also the first time he has seen so many Tartars, and it is false to say that he is not afraid, and people at this time generally hate and fear Tartars, but there is far more hatred than fear.

At this time, the king, who is the commander of the whole battalion, stands in front of everyone, which greatly boosts morale.

No one wants to retreat, these Tartars, let them pay off their debts with their blood!

Soon, the Tartars braved the thunder in the sky, threw down a dozen corpses, and finally rushed to a place one hundred and twenty steps away from the Wendeng camp military formation.

At this time, the Tartar archers in the rear had also reacted, and about thirty Tartars took off the power bows they were carrying, and skillfully opened their bows and arrows.

They threw their heads up, and more than 30 clusters of arrows flew towards the military formation with a "whoosh" sound of breaking through the air.

"Standing shield!!"

The sword and shield men in the first two rows immediately raised their shields forward, and their first goal was to protect the bird-swordsmen in front of them.

The Tartars also understood that there were too few archers, and it would only be a drop in the bucket to shoot the Ming army array, so they were not aiming at the rear army formation, but the bird gun team!

Suddenly, the sword and shield hand only felt the fluttering clusters of arrows fall on the shield, some of the arrows lost their strength and slipped to the ground, and some of them shot through the gaps in the shield.

However, the Bird Bearer was wearing a soaked jacket with leather armor inside, and the Tartar Archer was thrown from a downhill slope, and no Bird Gun was injured in one round.

After the Tartar finished shooting, the sword and shield hand quickly retreated a few steps, and Ren Hu ran out of the queue, pointed his knife at the Tartar who was struggling to go uphill, and shouted hoarsely:

"Put! Give Lao Tzu a hard shot! ”

"Bang bang bang-"

Not long after the rain of arrows from the Tartars fell, a deafening roar of the platoon was heard from the front of the military formation of the Wenden camp, and this was not over, when the Tartars' ears were still buzzing, the next round of platoon guns had been released closely.

The dark night sky was suddenly lit up like day.

"Poof!"

"Ahh

The Tartars who were charging were obviously missing a large number, and they rolled down the hill in batches, and many of them were tripped and rolled down with their own people, but they were not hurt, and most of them got up and continued to rush up tirelessly.

The shortcomings of the archers were evident at this time, and the bird team of the Wendeng battalion relied on the three-stage strike array to achieve a steady stream of long-range suppression, and the Tartars were bitter.

And at this time, even the Tartar archers were only beginning the second round of salvos.

The rain of arrows in the sky slanted down again, and a few bird-stalkers did not have time to hide behind their shields, and they were shot screaming, rolling down the slope, and in the blink of an eye, they were chopped into meat by the crazy tartars.

The impregnation of blood made the Tartars even more insane.

With the roar of the firecrackers, the Tartars had already rushed to within fifty paces, and at this time they were about to start hand-to-hand combat, and Ren Hu immediately commanded the Bird's Gunners to retreat to the high slope of the last line of pikemen.

This time, instead of three dans, the Birdie team lined up, apparently preparing to start a powerful salvo.

"Camp Wenden, forward!"

Wang Zheng, Dong Youyin, Huang Yang, Deng Heizi, and Gao Liang were scattered in front of the array, and after directing the sentinels to steadily advance to the place where the Fang Cai Bird Gun lined up, they stopped and waited for the formation.

"Throw!"

The pikemen in the last column threw the last thunderbolt in their hands down the slope, just as a salvo of the Bird's Gun followed.

The stumps flew in the sky, and many Tartars broke their legs and hands, desperately trying to climb down the slope, never wanting to rush up again, and wanted to escape from this Shura-like battlefield as soon as possible.

The sticks in the hands of those Ming soldiers, as long as they were hit, would almost immediately lose their ability to fight.

The opponent only has half of Niu Lu's troops, and he can actually maintain no collapse under the attack of the thunder and bird guns of the entire Wendeng battalion, which already shows the order and combat effectiveness of the Eight Banners.

Wang Zheng stared at the Qing army leader who was still charging to the death with a Tartar, and shouted:

"Forward press!"

Suddenly, more than 1,000 people in the front of the entire Wendeng camp moved at the same time, advancing neatly, and the front row of pikemen swung the vermilion spears in their hands forward, and the rumbling footsteps resounded throughout the empty island.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

This momentum has made many Tartars who are charging frantically pause, this, what kind of Ming army is this!?

In the blink of an eye, the two parties collided fiercely, and a fierce battle suddenly sounded on this small empty island.

In order to resist the enemy's infantry charge, the Wendeng battalion had already mastered a set of coping methods.

When the pikemen in the first row rushed a few steps closer, they stopped suddenly, crouched down, and sent their spears to the lower abdomen of the tartar; The pikemen in the second row followed their shoulders and stabbed their spears into the upper body of the Tartars, taking advantage of the advantage of the uphill position.

This one came out so suddenly, no matter how brave the Tartar was, it was impossible to resist the spear tips from both directions at the same time in an instant.

At the beginning of the formation, the first batch of Tartars who rushed up were almost all stabbed, although with the hardness of the iron armor on their bodies, the Tartars did not die much, but they were at the bottom of the slope, and the strength of the spear was enough to push them down even if they could not pierce the iron armor, and many Tartars fell headlong and rolled down the slope with a clatter.

The Tartars only had more than a hundred people, and the Wenden camp was ten times as large as them, and the array was slowly shrinking, intending to encircle the Tartars in the military formation.

Although the Qing army commander was crazy, he was not a fool, and soon he found that the array of this Ming army was shrinking.

He clearly knew that if they were completely surrounded inside, even if they were all extremely brave, they would not be able to get out alive.

The Qing army leader looked at Wang Zheng with extremely resentful eyes, never expecting that there would be such an elite garrison in the Southern Dynasty.

This time when you go back, you must immediately report to Rao Yu Baylor and send a large army to annihilate it.

In fact, although the Wendeng camp is shrinking, the speed is not very fast, this is also Wang Zheng deliberately slowing down, not wanting to fight with the Tartars on land, as long as the Tartars escape to the sea, they can't even jump off the wall in a hurry, they can only wait for death!

"Whoa!"

The Qing army staff leader shouted such a Jurchen sentence with unwilling eyes, and the rest of the Tartars were like being amnestied, and they immediately broke away from this fatal gun array like a tide, and even the Tartars below with bows and arrows ran backwards with their big bows at a very fast speed.

The Tartars suffered heavy casualties, and they retreated just after the battle, and there were dozens of corpses on the ground, and the remaining dozens of Tartars had no momentum, and it was difficult to set off any storms.

However, there were almost no casualties in the Wendeng battalion, only a few people were killed and a dozen were slightly wounded, which was negligible compared to the Qing army.

"General Qiyu, there is a Qing army in the cave that attacked the flank of our army, and was defeated by Dong Qian's team, beheaded more than 100 people, and the rest retreated to the beach!"

"General Qiyu, there are sporadic Qing troops attacking the flanks of our army, and they were defeated by Huang Qianzong, Deng Qianzong and Gao Qianzong respectively, and they were beheaded eighty-two, and now they have all retreated to the beach!"