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Seeing that the Ming army was quickly finishing the whole team, and no one retreated when they opened the formation, the silver-armored Baya soldiers led by him grinned cruelly.

That's right, this is decent, what kind of war is running away when you meet!

The Jurchen pigtailed soldiers have always been fierce and brave, and even the border army, which is known as the main elite of the imperial court, is often defeated, and the impression of invincibility has long been deeply rooted in everyone's impression.

"Camp Wenden, forward!"

Wang Zheng's voice suddenly increased several times, and after this shout, up to Huang Yang, Dong Youyin and other thousands of presidents, down to each chief is to inspire forward.

The soldiers of the Wenden battalion held the tips of their guns and walked forward slowly.

"Shoot! Shoot hard at this whistle! ”

Ren Hu saw Wang Zheng nodding his head, and the raised knife was immediately swung down, and the nerves of every bird hand were highly tense, as they did in their usual training, and they subconsciously pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

After a short but powerful loud bang, a puff of white smoke rose from the rear of the Wenden camp, and the five Tartar soldiers who rushed ahead felt the open space in front of them tremble when they heard this loud noise.

However, they have nothing to fear, the Ming army's firecrackers have always been burning sticks, and they have no damage to their heavily armored Jurchen warriors, but they are not as good as our ancestral cavalry and archery!

But soon they couldn't laugh anymore, and under a volley, more than sixty buckshot bullets shot towards dozens of Qing troops with a strong wind, and those who rushed behind were not wearing armor, and they were directly knocked down a few.

Some were shot to death, but most of them fell to the ground and wailed, which greatly shocked the hearts of the rest.

The white-armored Baya soldiers were rushing forward with their swords, when they suddenly heard a loud noise, and the flag men around them were fine, but the weak Koreans behind them fell one by one.

This Baya soldier sneered, it seems that the power of this group of Ming army's firearms is stronger than the so-called Liaodong army.

As soon as I thought of this, another volley followed.

Baya Soldier's eyes widened, how could this be possible, how could the firearms of the Ming army be fired so quickly!?

The skull of a banner man beside him burst open like a smashed watermelon, and he fell straight to the ground, without any breath left, and even the iron helmet on his head did not protect him.

This is the orthodox Eight Banners disciples, not those North Korean cannon fodder, and it would be a great loss to die one!!

Ba Ya La's eyes were full of blood, and he was about to go up to take revenge, but he had just rushed a few steps, and the next volley actually arrived.

"Bang!!"

Another Tartar beside him was struck in the neck, and the Tartar threw down the ring-headed broadsword and scratched at the air with his hand, trying to cover the bloody hole in his neck, which was dripping with bright red blood.

The tartar looked at the soldier with puzzled eyes, and fell headlong in a pool of blood, and did not understand until he died: why... Why are the firearms of the Ming army so sharp.

"Whoa!!"

The two banner people, if there were such casualties, the Ming army would have to pay the price of dozens or even hundreds of people, but now, they didn't even touch the skin of the Ming army.

The proud Jurchen glory made this Baya soldier angry and gradually lost his mind, this is a great shame, how to explain to Tusinger when he goes back!!

The Koreans were not brave and fearless Jurchens, and it was only expedient for them to submit to the Qing army, as can be seen from the fact that the Korean Injo besieged the city for several months before opening the city to surrender to the Manchu Beyler Amin, they actually did not want to be an enemy of the former suzerain, the Ming Dynasty.

In their hearts, they yearn for the birthplace of civilization in the Central Plains, yearn for Chinese culture, and are willing to submit to the Central Plains Dynasty, and the Jurchen tribe that rises to the White Mountains and Black Waters, no matter how powerful.

In the eyes of most North Koreans, they are still barbarians.

The Ming army in front of him marched step by step, the bird gun offensive was sharp and continuous, obviously the elite soldiers and horses from other places, and the scout team actually wanted to find death, and it was really worthy of the Jurchens with pig brains.

They were not willing to follow the Jurchens to their deaths, a North Korean general suddenly raised his hands flat, looked at the few soldiers around him who wanted to rush up, and shook his head.

After saying a few words of bird language that I didn't know what to mean, I turned around and ran.

In their eyes, the last remaining three Jurchens are already dying people, why bother to die for the dying people, it is better to cross the sea and return to China as soon as possible!

Even if you run back to the empty island to spread the word, you can win the appreciation of Allah.

Wang Zheng noticed that the Tartar in the rear had actually begun to run, and he was also a little puzzled at the moment, when did the Tartar become like this, and the bird gun only shot three rounds before collapsing.

Could it be a suspicious tactic to lure yourself into chasing after you and messing up your own position?

However, no matter how you look at those who escaped, it doesn't look like a planned run, but more like a rout of the.

The soldiers of the Wendeng battalion did not know that the real Jurchens were only the five who rushed to the front, and the rest of the dozens were all marching troops from North Korea, and the combat effectiveness of the North Korean army was not as good as that of the guards, so it was not unusual for them to run so fast.

"The Tartar ran away, the Tartar actually ran away!!"

"Well done, Sentry Officer!"

Ren Hu laughed, he didn't expect this tartar to be so can't help fighting, and was about to give the order to shoot again, but saw Wang Zheng suddenly raise his hand.

Regardless of whether the people behind them are real Tartars or not, they must not be allowed to run back to ventilate and report the news, Wang Zheng doesn't believe that there are only so many people in Tartars!

It's mostly a scout team, so you can't let one go.

The reason why Wang Zheng didn't use the bird gun team was naturally to let the soldiers go up to practice their hands, half of them were new soldiers, even the veterans had never fought with the Tartars, and they were still a little jealous in their hearts, these real Tartars just let them practice their hands as sandbags!

Let them know that the Tartars can also be poked to death by the spear in their hands, and if this confidence comes up, even if they encounter more Tartars in the future, they will not be afraid!

Wang Zheng groaned for a long time, and immediately shouted:

"Dong Youyin, take two sentinels to outflank from the right side as fast as possible!"

"Huang Yang, take two sentinels to outflank from the left! Let one go, take you is asking! ”

"Heizi, Gao Liang, the two of you and the general will stay in the Chinese army, command the rest of the people to form a formation and move forward, let's wrap these Tartars in dumplings, and none of them can run!"

After a series of orders, the military formation of the Wendeng camp quickly changed, and half of the soldiers moved separately, chasing after the fleeing Koreans with a rumbling foot.

The remaining half of the people changed their attack formation, the sword and shield hands were back, and rows of spears appeared in front of the Tartars, and Wang Zheng shouted:

"Camp Wendeng, kill the Tartars!!"

This time, the panic of the soldiers of the Wendeng battalion was significantly reduced, and they raised their spears to meet the Tartars, three real Tartars, seven or eight Korean soldiers, and in a blink of an eye, they were surrounded by the Wendeng Corps with a full four outposts.

The Tartars originally wanted to fight face to face with the Ming army, but they didn't expect Wang Zheng to rush at them with the tip of his gun, and he didn't come up to fight them at all.

At this time, the seven or eight North Korean soldiers who didn't run were too late to regret it, why didn't they run with them, the dense spears in front of them were sure to die no matter how you looked at them.

The combat strength of the North Korean soldiers was low, and they were soon poked with blood holes, and they fell under the boots of Wendeng soldiers with a miserable howl.

The other two True Tartars were really strong enough in combat, and in this case, they actually cut off the arm of a spearman with a single sword.

Several of the pikemen around him hurriedly pulled the howling man out of the front row, and the healer who accompanied the army stepped forward to stop the bleeding and bandage the pikeman, but at this time there was no modern efficient blood clotting agent, and the pikeman soon died of blood loss.

Unbeknownst to the Tartars, the more they did this, the more they provoked the anger of the rest of the Wenden soldiers, and the less they feared the Tartars.

Those two gradually ran out of Tartar strength, and there were more and more wounds on their bodies, and there were the tips of the guns of the Wenden camp on all sides, which were simply impossible to prevent.

One by one, they followed in the footsteps of the Koreans, and in the end, only the fierce Baya soldier remained.

At this time, he was still rushing left and right, trying in vain to break through the encirclement.