The fourth volume of the sharp blade out of the sheath Shenzhou moves

"Mingjin retreats!"

Dolgon knew that the Ming army in front of him was not simple, and it was once planted in Qin Haoming's hands, and he knew his cunning and insidiousness.

With such a sharp weapon, he hid it in all the previous battles and would rather risk the casualties of his soldiers and soldiers and turn the battle into a bitter battle.

But if Qin Haoming is sick, Dolgon doesn't believe it anyway.

Looking at the entire Ming Dynasty military generals, how could there be one person who tortured the Qing Dynasty so badly?

Abatai, Yue Tuo, and Ao Bai are all fierce generals in the Qing Dynasty, and they are all folded in his hands one by one. So far, the remains are missing, and they are missing.

Of course, these are all diehards of Huang Taiji's lackeys, and if they die, they will die, and they have nothing to do with him.

But Doduo was different, not only his brother, but also his right-hand man.

In desperation, Dolgon ignored Huang Taiji, who was under the command of the Chinese army, resolutely sounded the gong to withdraw his troops, and asked his loyal servants to send troops to rescue him.

Hearing the drums and marching, singing gold and retreating, this is the law of the battlefield.

Dolgon's move immediately confused Duoduo in front and Huang Taiji in the rear.

The lethality of the Daming firearm suddenly showed that Huang Taiji was naturally unclear in the rear, but Duoduo, who was on the front line, was confused.

What kind of weapon is this?

It can actually kill people from seventy or eighty paces away, and the lethality is so great that even the armor of the white armor can be easily torn, not to mention the thin defense of the infantry armor.

The team of thousands of people on the city wall has a unified system, and it is no longer the raged things such as bird guns, three-eyed guns, and arquebuses that were all kinds at the beginning.

Five or six hundred people fell in one launch, but the Ming army was unscathed, how can this battle be fought?

This is no longer a battle, but a death sentence.

In the rear, the sound of the gong of Dolgon's withdrawal was heard, and the generals stared at their heroic Prince Yu with hopeful eyes in their eyes.

How could Duoduo not know the thoughts of his minions, and how could he not know that there was no way to fight this battle.

Is it that simple to retreat?

Not to mention whether the Ming army in front of him has any rear moves, the environment of the battlefield alone does not allow it.

Five or six thousand people were crowded under the city gates, how to retreat in a hurry?

They broke through several lines of defense along the way and rushed here, and the way back was not a flat grassland or a smooth road.

It's a battlefield full of potholes, where is there any road?

Everywhere there were burning siege equipment, mounds of earth of various sizes rising and falling, and on the trenches were the corpses of both the enemy and the enemy, and there were stones of all sizes all over the ground.

Dodor could be assured that as long as he gave the order to retreat, there would be no one who would die by stampede.

Coupled with this long distance back, the counterattack of the Qin family's army, how many warriors with a white flag will be lost?

"Warriors of the Qing Dynasty, rush forward with this king!

Withstanding their three rounds of attacks, as long as they get close to them, the cowardly Ming army is the soul of the Qing warriors. ”

Caring for the clear Duoduo, the long knife was raised high, and he roared loudly.

Rushing over like this, maybe there is still a slight chance to crush the Ming army that is not good at fighting?

Moreover, Duoduo saw them fighting with firearms, and there were no long weapons around them, so they must be vulnerable to the Qing Dynasty warriors in close quarters!

"Prince Yu is mighty!"

Darshan was the vanguard force and a servant of Duoduo's account, and he took the lead in responding and leading the remaining 800 or so Jiannu under his command, holding dead bodies or shields in his hands and rushing up.

"Second row shooting! The third paragraph is prepared. Seeing the effect of Huaxia for the first time in actual combat, Yan Yingyuan's heart was not to mention how happy, and even his voice was full of joy.

"Crackling ......"

After a burst of gunfire, a cloud of white smoke rose from the walls, and hundreds of bullets were fired at a rapid pace, knocking down Darshan's men.

Mini bullets are not comparable to the bullets of later generations, and have a strong penetrating force and can penetrate the human body.

But it must be said that the intimidating power of this bullet is stronger than that of posterity.

When the bullet hit the stomach, it immediately became a bloody hole. Hit in the chest, shoot into the heart, and you will lose your life immediately.

If you hit it in the face, half of your head will be knocked off, and you will be lifeless. On the hands and feet, the bones were also immediately discounted, and even the hands and feet were broken on the spot.

More than 400 Jiannu were killed or injured and fell in a pool of blood, and the area of 100 meters outside the city wall seemed to have become a forbidden area of death, and those who entered were either killed or injured.

The half-dead wounded fell to the ground and groaned, and the heart-wrenching moans of those who heard them hit Jiannu's morale hard.

The Qing army's vest that was shot was okay, the two layers of armor kept them alive, and the wound could heal as long as the bullet was removed, and it was not considered a serious injury.

However, although there were no serious injuries, the bullet also passed through the armor and into the flesh, and it was obviously impossible to charge on foot with such a wound.

They stopped moving forward, stood still with their wounds covered, or simply fell to the ground.

And the infantry armor that was shot was not so lucky, and the body pierced by the bullet spurted blood, flowing out like a spring.

The strength disappeared rapidly along with the gushing blood, except for the dozens of people who were hit in the hands and feet and were not killed, and the other more than 300 infantry armor who were shot quickly died on the road in the middle of the tunnel.

The two hundred remnants of Jiannu, who were running slower, stared at these in amazement, and their hearts were terrified.

But they have no way back, only to rush up!

Because, the second batch of 1,000 Qing warriors organized by Nalehe has already begun to charge!

And they are the first batch of cannon fodder.

However, they still had the last glimmer of hope, and after this round, the Ming army on the city wall was about to load the ammunition and fire rope, and there was no time to play the second round.

Just rush up and win.

"Shoot!" Yan Yingyuan watched the tragic scene of Jiannu and the running Jiannu on the city wall, but the screams in his mouth were even higher-pitched.

A weapon of the nation! A weapon of the nation!

In the future, if the Dingnan Army is all equipped with this kind of firearms, why should it be enough to build slaves?

It's this world, where can't I go?

The crackling sound was accompanied by smoke, and the more than 800 people in front of Jiannu were finally beaten down.

The 1,000 Jiannu elite led by Nalehe in the back, although they saw the corpses and wounded soldiers all over the ground, their running speed was even faster.

It was the sacrifice of the flag man that gave them a chance for half a minute.

They are all people who have fought old battles, and even if the Ming army in front of them is elite, no matter how fast they can reload gunpowder, it will take at least half a minute.

If it were other Ming troops, they would probably have lasted more than a minute or even longer.

With such a horrific shooting, it is impossible to continue!

Otherwise, this battle really can't be fought!

Bows and arrows can't reach them, they are so powerful and fast that no matter how brave a warrior is, there is nothing they can do!

Unfortunately, reality shattered their speculation.

It was only about ten breaths, and they only ran for more than twenty feet, and the terrifying gunfire rang out again.