"Dengzhou Camp, hahaha, you guys are finally here, finally here!"

When the officers and men of Linqing saw the big banner with the word "king" on the hillside in the distance, they couldn't help cheering and shaking each other excitedly, as if it was hell just now, and they had arrived at heaven in the blink of an eye.

The Linqing garrison looked at the Ge Liyan and the others who turned their heads and rushed towards the Dengzhou battalion horse team, and they didn't understand why they were still wolf-like thieves fighting with themselves, and when they arrived at the Dengzhou battalion, they all became toothless tigers in the blink of an eye.

Quan Zhuo rode a tall horse, whistling past the side of Ge Liyan, and quickly left a shallow wound on his body, followed by turning the horse's head dozens of paces away, and rushed over again.

This little injury is nothing, Ge Liyan stared at this Dengzhou battalion general, and thought that it was Wang Zheng himself, according to what he thought, a person who was so well dressed should be the main general.

Gerry raised his spirits, and when Quan Zhuo was about to rush to the front, he lowered his body sharply and shouted:

"Boy, let's see if your horse can eat grandpa's stick!"

It's not good, this thief can't reach himself to attack the horse, Quan Zhuo reacted immediately, and tightened the reins with one hand, the horse was in pain but couldn't stop immediately for a while, and he was about to hit the mace of the leather eye.

Quan Zhuo exerted his strength on his buttocks, followed the whole person into the air, changed his position in mid-air, turned around and rode on the horse's buttocks, lowered his body and sent the scimitar to the front, wanting to have a hard encounter.

"Qiang~!"

With a crisp sound, I didn't think that Quan Zhuo's scimitar was directly swallowed by Ge Li's eyes, and Ge Li laughed when he saw this, and said in his heart that you are out of action now, this time he directly slapped the mace on Quan Zhuo's head.

Although the Dengzhou battalion leader wore an iron helmet on his head, Ge Liyan still had no doubt that as long as his mace hit it, there would be the same scene of brain bursting as before.

As soon as he thought of this, Ge Li's eyes laughed even louder, and his whole person trembled with excitement.

Chongzhen Lao'er said that the king of the three armies of Yongguan died in his own hands, so he will be even more famous all over the world!

Horses have always been spiritual animals, as if sensing the danger of their master, Quan Zhuo's mount actually raised its hind hooves and kicked it in the chest of Ge Liyan.

Compared to Geri's stout figure, this force was not great, but he had no defense at all, and he was still kicked in the cold, and took a few steps back.

"Damn, dog mongrel, dare to spoil your grandfather's good deeds, kill you first!"

After reacting, Geri's hateful mace struck directly on the horse's leg, and Quan Zhuo heard a wail, and his beloved mount fell with a bang.

This white horse was given to him by Wang Zheng personally, and he followed Quan Zhuo to fight on the battlefield for several years, and was promoted from a horse pawn to a guerrilla general who now commands a team of nearly 1,000 horses, which is his best friend and brother, which is of great significance.

Quan Zhuo picked up the scimitar from the ground, his eyes were blood-red, and he shouted and swung at Ge Liyan one after another, slashing and roaring:

"Dog thief, I want you to pay for your life, pay for your life!!"

Geriyan was about to make up for the dying horse, but suddenly felt a strong wind coming from his side, and habitually raised his mace to parry, but unexpectedly ushered in an almost crazy revenge.

"Take the knife!"

At this moment, a whizzing horse pawn pulled out a shiny steel knife from behind his back and threw it into the air with a loud voice, and Quan Zhuo jumped up from the gap and held it firmly in his hand

At this time, he didn't care whether he was good at foot combat or not, and he didn't care who the other party was, he only wanted to kill this thief and avenge his beloved horse.

In the end, Ge Liyan had some fists and kicks, although he was barely parrying, but he was vigorous with the mace, and Quan Zhuo couldn't help him for a while.

On the other hand, Quan Zhuo, although he took the lead, the steel knife moves in his hand were a bit single, mostly rapid slashing and stabbing, of course, at this time, he didn't care about the moves and anything else.

On the battlefield at the same time, the guns were like a forest, and the military formation of the Dengzhou battalion was like a meat grinder.

In the face of this hedgehog-like military formation, the rogues are often killed on the spot after a few hits, and those who do not die either drag their crippled bodies and desperately crawl back, trying to escape from this Shura-like battlefield, or do that senseless charge again.

Either way, though, the end result is the same.

Although there are many bandits, few of them can break through the steel thorns in the first few rows of the Dengzhou camp, even if some of the old battalions have broken through with the cooperation of other rogues with a moment of bravery, but then they will find that there are more ironclad steel guns inside.

Without exception, in the end, these rogues will be killed by the guns of the tightly formed soldiers.

Coupled with the constant whistling of horses outside, and the sound of guns and cannons in the rear, the rogues quickly realized that their side was not on the same level as the other party at all, and they retreated to both sides.

"This, this, this, this..."

Linqing Zhizhou, who had long been frightened in the city, looked at the changing battlefield in front of him, and was already shocked and speechless.

The same is true of some of the big gentry in Linqing City, they can see it most clearly in the city, the Dengzhou camp suddenly emerged from all around without warning, and there is already a sea of red under their eyes, and the Dengzhou camp seems to be charging in a swarm, but it is not.

In the city, you can clearly see that the Dengzhou battalion is rushing towards the old camp where Geliyan is located like a sharp knife on the one hand, and on the other hand, it is orderly and planned to force most of the rogues to the Wei River.

The city was shining with light, and the shouts of killing were endless, in addition to these, what shocked Zhizhou even more was the firearms troops behind, these people have not stopped since they hit the battlefield.

But no matter how they fired, no one had ever found any of the firearms in the Dengzhou battalion to explode or any problems.

As a Zhizhou, he naturally knows the inferior quality of the firearms of officers and soldiers, why did the burning stick in his hand become a sharp weapon to kill the enemy when it came to the Dengzhou battalion?

Deng Heizi and Huang Yang led the soldiers to press forward, Wang Zheng was in charge of the Chinese army, and issued countermeasures at any time.

The leader Ge Liyan fell into a bitter battle with Quan Zhuo, and had no leisure time to command the Liukou, most of the Liukou at this time were like headless flies, scurrying around, and were gradually divided and annihilated by the soldiers of the Dengzhou battalion.

Before the Dengzhou battalion came, Wang Zheng issued a military order, the first choice was to kill the old camp of thieves, and if these people were not killed, the rogue would never be finished.

Compared with the soldiers of the Dengzhou battalion, the thieves thought about why these officers and soldiers were so brave, whether they could win the battle, whether they should stay or stay, why they should work so hard, etc., and the morale of the army fluctuated.

The soldiers of the Dengzhou battalion are different, they all fight for glory and their families, not to mention the gap in equipment and combat effectiveness, just in terms of morale, they have more than the thieves a belief that they will win in battle.

Each of them had the blood of thieves and Tatars on their hands, and with the strict military discipline and non-stop training in the Dengzhou Battalion Army, they were now qualified soldiers.

In such a comparison, although the thieves had the advantage in numbers, the Dengzhou battalion, which was the last to strike, was in strict formation, with distinct armor, and everyone was brave and good at fighting, and soon took the initiative.

The situation is gradually becoming clearer...