Chapter 137: Who dares to fight me to the death

Zilharang looked back and forth on the map, and finally stopped at the town of Yanling.

Yes, Yanling Town is the weakest link of the Qing army, Zhu Mala and Mulima have been trapped for a long time, and their combat effectiveness has declined, and if the Chu army launches a thunderous blow at this time, it is very likely to break through Yanling Town. The only way at the moment is to compete with the Chu army for time and speed, and urge He Luohui to strengthen the offensive, break the deadlock at Bazhangdong Mountain first, and then turn back to rescue Yanling Town......

He just thought of this, but he heard a commotion outside, and then an officer ran in in a panic and reported to him that the big thing was not good, and the Chu army called!

Zilharang suddenly changed color, stood up suddenly, and shouted almost angrily: "Have you ever found out, is it indeed the Chu army that is attacking?" If you talk nonsense to disturb the hearts of our army, don't blame this king for being ruthless in military law! ”

The big guys are usually calm and calm, that's because they have a thick foundation and can afford to lose, and when they really can't afford to lose, they will also panic, I heard that the Chu army has at least seven or eight thousand armored soldiers, and they have broken through the outlying stronghold of Putang Village.

"It turns out that the Gongyi battalion has come to Putang, and it turns out that Wang Kefan has been staring at my Chinese army camp......"

At this time, another group of civil officials and military generals rushed into the house, led by Suke Saha, who shouted anxiously as soon as he entered the door: "Lord Wang, let's go, the southern thieves have been killed in front of the village, and they are attacking the east gate and north gate of the camp with all their might, and I also ask the prince to withdraw from the west gate as much as possible, and take refuge in other villages......"

With a snap, Zilharang drew his saber, raised it high and swung it down with all his might. cut off a corner of the table, and said resolutely: "All the grain and grass of our army are stored in Putang. If Putang is lost, tens of thousands of troops will inevitably collapse without a fight. At present, there is only a fight to the death, and whoever dares to run away will not be forgiven! ”

As he spoke, he got up and put on his armor, strode out, and issued various orders as he went, mobilizing the Eight Banners in the stockade to block the Ming army, and the rest retreated to the baggage warehouse in the northwest corner of Putang Village, and ordered someone to inform the other battalions of the five-point plum blossom camp. and Tong Tulai's headquarters on the Maoshan front, together to return to Putang Village.

The main force of the Qing army is in the area of Bazhangdong Mountain, there is still a large lump on the front line of Maoshan Mountain, in addition to the wounded and sick in the five-point plum blossom camp of Jierharang, there are also a large number of auxiliaries and long men who are responsible for logistics and transportation, and the real combatable soldiers are less than 10,000, and these 10,000 people are distributed among the battalions, and there are only more than 2,000 armor soldiers in the Chinese army camp in Putang Village.

There were more than 2,000 armor soldiers, and you had to know the periphery of the five-point plum blossom camp. There are thousands of elite Eight Banners in the two large camps facing the direction of the Chu army, and more than 2,000 armor soldiers left in the Chinese army camp have already been rich, but the Chu army killed them from the direction of the steep mountain gate, so that the Qing army was defenseless. I was caught off guard.

Zilharang walked out of the Central Military Hall, and the shouts and guns outside could be heard clearly, but the Qing army was still in the chaos of a sudden attack. Many auxiliaries and wounded soldiers scurried around like headless flies, hindering the assembly and mobilization of soldiers...... The shape shì is precarious. Only by killing the Chu army for a while can we stabilize the position. Zilharang immediately turned on his horse, raised his handsome banner and gathered the stragglers, and rushed towards the shouts of killing at the north gate.

The middle military hall is only more than 200 steps away from the north gate of the barracks, not far away, the north gate is already in sight, seeing that the gate is still intact and closed, there are some Qing troops in front of the door on defense, Zilharang's heart is a little wider, urging the horse to rush forward faster...... Suddenly, the Qing army in front of the north gate shouted in unison and turned around and fled, Zilharang was in a hurry, rushed up and cut down two defeated soldiers one after another, and led his men and horses to block the north gate.

Among the rout, those who recognized Zilharang shouted to him: "Lord Wang, come back quickly, the southern thief will blow up the door......"

Zilharang was slightly stunned, only to see a few sparks flickering outside the camp gate, as if an ominous omen, his eyes suddenly widened, and he suddenly grabbed the reins with both arms, and the war horse man under his crotch stood up and let out a neigh.

"Let's ......!"

Before Jilharang's words fell, a huge explosion sounded immediately, and the solid wooden camp gate instantly shattered into countless wooden arrow giant thorns, swishing straight away, Zilharang's war horse was hit by more than a dozen pieces of broken wood, and fell to the ground like a hedgehog, pressing him under him, and most of the Qing generals who followed Jilharang were also overturned by the explosion wave, and their bodies were filled with huge wooden thorns, either dead or injured.

The other Qing soldiers hurriedly came to the rescue, lifted the dead horse and dragged Zilharang out, trying to help him turn around and escape, but found that one of his legs had been broken, and at this time, the figures of one after another Chu soldiers flashed in the smoke at the camp gate, holding flintlock pistols and firing at the Eight Banners Soldiers.

"Ahh

Su Ke Saha let out a strange scream, raised his tiger tooth knife and rushed forward, more than a hundred Eight Banner soldiers followed behind him, but he was overwhelmed by the Chu army pouring in from the camp gate in a blink of an eye, and with the sound of gunfire in rows and rows, the Eight Banner soldiers fell to the ground one by one.

Su Ke Saha was shot twice in the left leg, and his leg was weak and he fell to the ground on one knee, but he stood up again, raised his eyebrows at the Chu soldiers opposite, and shouted: "I am the Qing Dynasty Asihani Hafan, the third-class Lazhangjing, the son of the founding general Suna, who dares to fight to the death with me......"

With a crisp gunshot, a bullet hole appeared in Su Ke Saha's eyebrows, his eyes immediately became dull, and his body fell to the ground softly, and the old soldier Wu contemptuously blew away the gunsmoke from the muzzle, and said contemptuously while reloading: "Dead Tartar, there are so many words to die when he is dying, and I don't know what he is calling." ”

Zierharang fell again just now, and sat on the ground with a broken leg, one of his broken legs was crushed by the corpse, and the personal guards would easily snatch him out, but he was surrounded by the soldiers of the Chu army. Although I don't know what Ji'er Harang looks like, but seeing the two-zhang high Chinese army flag, seeing his gorgeous armor, and the subordinates around him are also clearly armored, the Chu soldiers have already guessed his identity, and only knocked down most of the guards around him, but they didn't shoot at Zierharang.

There were also a few guards who were closely guarding him, and the Chu army was afraid of accidentally injuring the big man Jilharang, so they didn't shoot, and only surrounded them, and for a while, all the Chu officers and soldiers forgot that they were on the tragic battlefield and forgot about other tasks, and everyone pointed at Jilharang with flintlock pistols, knowing that he had no way to escape, but they were still afraid that he would run away. (To be continued......)