"Bang!" With the sound of a gunshot, a puff of green smoke rose from the mouth of a bird's gun, and a lead came out of its chamber, flying over a distance of less than six or seven zhang, accurately hitting Tuge's chest, and the lead drilled into the armor, and the iron blade could not be stopped, penetrating through the armor, and then passed through the keyhole of the inner chain mail, punching a small hole in Tug's thick chest muscles, and then shot out from the back, just stuck in the keyhole of the chain mail on the back, and stopped.

A stream of blood rushed out of Tug's chest, and Tug fell on his back as if he had been hit by a hammer.

In the process of falling, three crossbow arrows fired by the mountain-destroying crossbow hit Tug's body almost at the same time, because the distance was very close, the crossbow arrows pierced the armor, and the arrows entered the flesh, carrying Tug's heavy body almost flying, and fell backwards for several steps before falling to the ground.

"Your Excellency!" The white-armored soldiers around them were shocked, screamed, and rushed up to try to protect Tug.

But they didn't even take a single step, and they were surrounded by a dense stream of lead bullets and arrows like locusts.

Countless Ming troops flashed out from the shadows, either holding bird guns or crossbows, rain of bullets, arrows like flying locusts, surrounding the Qing soldiers in the clearing, in a semicircular formation, pouring lead bullets and arrows as if they were not for money.

There are too many Qing soldiers in the open space, and it is very dense, hundreds of people because they have just squeezed out of the small alley, standing in a pile, people next to people, the Ming soldiers do not need to aim at all, they can shoot when they raise their guns, they can hit a person, not to mention the crossbow, the firing speed of machine guns is a slaughter on such an occasion, but the Qing soldiers are holding large, and the round shields they carry are hung on their mounts, and they are not brought with them, except for using their bodies, there is nothing that can block the lead bullets and crossbow arrows of the Ming army.

The first round of bird gun shooting, it knocked down a circle of Qing soldiers on the periphery, and then the crossbow arrows were fired, and the people were cut down like wheat, and the mountain crossbow was a box of ten arrows, and the shooting could be completed in less than a minute, and when the crossbow bolts stopped, the second round of bird guns sounded again.

"Bang bang bang!"

The smoke was filled, rising straight up, and in the smoke, almost half of the people in the open space were missing.

The Qing soldiers who could still stand were also wounded, and many of them had crossbow arrows stuck in their armor, and blood was soaked through their clothes.

"There is an ambush! There is an ambush in the Ming army! One of Bashku reacted, shouted hiss, drew his sword and rushed out of the panicked crowd, and rushed towards the Ming army who put the gun on the opposite side, he immediately became the target of the crowd, and the second round of bird salvo had at least three shots hit him, and under the penetration of huge kinetic energy, this Bashku flew up like a piece of paper, and fell heavily to the ground and did not move.

The rain of gunfire and arrows, like a violent storm, knocked the Qing army stupid, and the main general was killed for the first time, losing his command, no matter how elite the soldiers were, they would panic, and they would not be able to organize a counterattack in a short time.

The shooting of the bird gun and the mountain destroying crossbow fell silent after two rounds, the mountain destroying crossbow needed to replace the arrow box, the bird gun needed to be reloaded and reloaded, and the fire transmission inevitably had a breakpoint, taking advantage of this gap, the Qing army keenly seized the fighter.

"Nanban firearms need to be filled, take this opportunity to rush forward! Firearms are useless when you get close! Someone reminded loudly that the elite Bayala soldiers were the first to come back to their senses, and the white and red armor soldiers fought bravely from the crowded Qing soldiers, scattered in all directions, and rushed towards the Ming army around the clearing.

The open space is not big, and you can run to the end with more than 20 steps in the full sprint, and the Ming army who is loading and changing the arrow box cannot complete the action in a hurry, so you can only pick up the cold weapon to meet the battle.

The Ming army is dressed in white robes, very eye-catching, they drop the bird guns and crossbow arrows in their hands, pick up the weapons at hand, the weapons are different, the crossbow arrows pick up a pole ash pole spear, the body of the gun is very long, there are more than three feet, a horizontal fork on the shiny blade looks very sharp; And the Ming army holding the bird gun was very quick to throw the bird gun on their back, a belt hung diagonally, will not fall, and then they very vigorously grabbed a crescent axe from the ground that had just been used to set up the bird gun, held it horizontally with both hands, and rushed forward with a fierce light.

One of them, a small but stout red-faced man, rushed to the front with a ghost-headed knife wider than his face.

Zu Bian just released two shots, the first shot was aimed at Tuge, the second shot jumped the fastest Bashiku, no missing bullets, he recognized people as very poisonous, at a glance saw that Tuge's identity was different from other Qing soldiers, although he did not recognize the flag, but from the armor style and momentum, Zu Bian could also tell that this Qing army was a general, so capture the thief first capture the king, and beat him first.

The marksmanship is very accurate, and Zu Bian does not admit it in white-blade fighting, a ghost head knife is as sharp in his hand as the glaive knife in Guan Gong's hand, and he fights in groups, and the clever tricks are useless, and the emphasis is on simplicity and practicality, which is exactly what Zu Bian is good at.

A white-armored soldier who rushed to the front was three points shorter than Zubian, but he was also three points stronger, holding a long knife of fine iron, holding it with both hands, exerting force from his waist, viciously stabbing into Zubian's heart, the knife was like lightning, without concealing his false moves, and he went directly to Zubian's life.

Zu Bian's eyes narrowed slightly, and the ghost head knife slashed hard into the sky, intersecting with the long knife gold and iron stabbed by the Qing soldiers, and the sparks splashed everywhere with a "dang" sound, and the two knives swung each other in the air, instantly separated.

The knife in the Qing soldier's hand almost flew out of his hand, the tiger's mouth was numb, and he was shocked in his heart, this Nanban's strength is so great!

Before he could grasp the knife steadily, the blade on the side of the ancestor turned, stepped forward with his left foot, kicked the ground with his right foot, and exerted his waist and eyes, turning into a slash, and chopped back with a strong wind.

Zubian is strong, with a heavy drink when chopping, the ghost head knife is heavy and thick, cut on the long knife of the Qing soldiers, and suddenly cut the long knife into two sections, the castration of the knife is unabated, when the head is cut into the neck of the Qing soldiers, it is not half of the neck, almost cut off half of the neck of the Qing soldiers, and a column of blood soars directly into the air, and the Qing soldiers' bodies are soft and they kneel.

Zubian's face was full of blood splashed, he kicked the corpse with his foot viciously, pulled out the knife, and slammed it into the sky again, stabbing a spear to himself, striding forward, and crashing into the arms of the Qing soldier with the gun, the shoulder was wrong, the strength of the whole body was concentrated on the left shoulder, and he suddenly crashed into the chest of the Qing soldier, only to hear the "click" of the bone crisp sound, the Qing soldier spit blood, and the mouth of the "hehe" sound fell to the ground softly, and when he was dying, his eyes were wide open, full of disbelief.

Zu Bian killed two people in a row, extremely fierce, with blood on his face and a crazy look, like a demon, and suddenly the momentum of the Qing soldiers rushing forward was slightly stagnant.

He smirked and raised the blood-stained ghost head knife to the sky, and shouted, "Kill the Tartars!" ”

"Nanban! Ming dog! The Qing soldiers roared angrily, and after a short pause, they rushed towards the Ming army even more frantically, but Zubian's arrogant movements attracted the attention of many Qing soldiers in front, and all the soldiers who rushed towards him were Bayala soldiers.

Zu Bian smiled even more hideously, with a horizontal knife in his chest, and stepped forward.

The whole open space is full of fighting figures, the Ming army with a crescent axe and a white-pole spear, and the Qing soldiers are fighting together, the Ming army's tactics are very organized, eleven people are a team, three players in front, four pikemen in the back, four people with a crescent axe are responsible for both sides, a captain in the middle of the command, when facing the enemy, the card hand comes forward to resist, the spearman plays the length advantage of the thorn far away, there is a spear from the shadow of the gun, the axe is responsible for solving, the captain holds a crossbow to pick up the leakage of cold arrows, the division of labor is clear, orderly, in addition to the ancestral side of the anomaly, The entire battlefield was divided into many separated small battlefields by Ming army squads, and one by one, the Qing soldiers, whether they were Bayala soldiers or vests, fell into the encirclement.

The battle in the Zhuangzi was fierce, and there was also a fierce battle at the Zhuangmen.

The battle was first initiated by more than a dozen Qing soldiers who were responsible for guarding the horses, they rode on horses, vigilantly watching the movements around them, and then they found a large group of Ming troops who had turned out of the woods not far away.

At this time, Tuge had already led people towards the center of Zhuangzi, and these dozen Qing soldiers were also extremely brave, and after sending one person into Fangjiaji to report the news, the rest of the people beat their horses to meet them, and rushed over in the face of the large Ming army that had been gathered.

A platoon of bird-gun soldiers stood up in the Ming army, fired a volley at a distance of fifty paces, and almost killed more than a dozen of them almost when the Qing soldiers were about to pounce in front of them, this is the gunfire outside the village gate that Tuge heard.

Wang Huan stood behind the bird soldiers, holding the long sword in his hand, looked at Fang Jiaji coldly, and waved his hand.

Ma Long, Zhang Jianchun, Ma Zuoheng and others took the Kuizhou army, poured out from behind Wang Huan, rushed to the gate of Fangjiaji, blocked the suspension bridge first, and used a volley of bird guns to put down the Qing soldiers who rushed out of the gate first, and drove back the Qing soldiers who intended to break through, and then the bird guns opened the way and killed them.

The battle has reached this point, there is no suspense, the ancestors who are ambushed in Zhuangzi have 500 people, all of them are veterans, and the generals surrounding Zhuangzi have 1,000 people, and they don't bring more people because the Fang family set is too small, and there are too many people to pour in and perform.

Wang Huan took the remaining 4,500 people, quietly guarding outside the Fangjia set, watching the dozens of Qing soldiers outside the village gate on the other side riding back from afar, and after seeing the formation of the Ming army in the brigade, he didn't even stop, and ran directly in the direction of Hanzhong.

"Run, bring more Tartars." Wang Huan looked at the Qing soldiers who were going away with anticipation, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said to himself leisurely: "I'm waiting for you here." ”