"Enemy attack!" He Zhen reacted immediately, quickly took off the round shield hanging there from the horse P-share, protected his body, and shouted at the same time: "Protect the grain cart, protect the grain cart!" ”

Almost at the same time as his roar, there was a muffled sound of bowstring shocks, and the unique sound of the mountain-destroying crossbow rose and fell, pouring a rain of arrows on the Qing army team lined up in a long serpentine shape on the official road at the bottom of the valley, the cumbersome grain carts were connected end to end, occupying all the width of the official road, the Qing soldiers stood on both sides, there were crossbow arrows on both sides of the mountain, and there was nowhere to hide, and in the panic, they could only desperately shrink down and drill under the grain cart and behind the mules and horses. [No pop-ups. 】

How much space is there under the grain truck? Many Qing soldiers had nowhere to hide, and they were instantly turned into a sieve by the crossbow arrows, and fell down screaming loudly, although they did not respond to the shouts of the Kuizhou army and surrendered on their knees, but this sudden rain of arrows took the lives of many Qing soldiers.

The white-robed soldiers quickly emptied the crossbow arrow and arrow box in their hands, hung the mountain-destroying crossbow on their waists, picked up the spears at their feet, and "Kill the Tartars!" In the shouting, the tigers rushed down the mountains on both sides.

He Zhen is very lucky, the round shield he holds is a riding shield, not wide, can only protect the head and neck, but miraculously in the arrow rain is not damaged, when he felt the arrow rain stop, he immediately stood up, with an axe to cut off a few arrow shafts C on the shield, and looked up.

At a glance, I found that there were only a dozen people who could still stand beside them, and the ravine was full of scattered Qing soldiers, crowded by the grain cart and under the stones, and the corpses were everywhere, some people who were not killed by S fell to the ground and groaned in pain, and a layer of arrows on the ground almost covered the ground like a rain.

"Rely on, come here!" Ren Zhen roared, trying his best to gather the soldiers around him, he knew that in this kind of terrain, I don't know how many enemy troops came, the stragglers had only a dead end, and only by gathering together in a group could they resist the siege and have hope of turning the tables.

His voice could not be transmitted far in the deafening roar of "Kill the Tartars", only dozens of personal soldiers heard his shout and leaned over, forming a circle formation and forming a formation, most of the remaining soldiers were still scattered, as for the situation in front of Chen De, because the distance was too far, Ren Zhen could not see it, and it was impossible to send soldiers to contact.

Wang Huan held up a spear and led the way to rush down, his eyes were full of fanaticism, and a blood of the enemy boiled in the veins, stimulating the muscles of the whole body to tremble, even the spear in his hand was trembling slightly, and the blade of the bright spear shook against the sun, and stabbed straight at a Qing soldier who was terrified with a long-handled broadsword.

Around Wang Huan, Ma Wannian and the soldiers of the personal guard team quietly formed a circle, protected Wang Huan in it, isolated him from other Qing soldiers, Ma Wannian's eyes were always on Wang Huan, keeping a distance from his two positions, if Wang Huan had any critical situation, he could rush over as soon as possible.

The white-robed Ming army shouted all over the mountains and rushed down the hillside, the scene was extremely shocking, the timid people had already turned around and ran away in a cowardly manner, although the Qing soldiers at the bottom of the valley were panicked, but no one fled, the Qing soldiers with long knives looked around in panic, and suddenly found that a young Ming army was stabbing at himself with a gun, and the fierce expression, devouring eyes, like a brand, were immediately fixed in his mind.

However, this Qing soldier is a veteran of the Eight Banners of the Han Army, a figure who survived in the sea of corpses and blood, and his instinct to fight was stimulated in an instant, and with a slash of the long knife in his hand, Wang Huan's spear was swung away with a "bell".

Then the long knife slashed horizontally, slashing at Wang Huan's chest without any tricks, Wang Huan hurriedly retracted the gun, and the left arm was pulled hard, and the head of the gun retracted, just knocking on the knife edge, and blocked the blow at the last moment, followed by the two white pole soldiers behind Wang Huan, and at the same time stabbed the spear forward in their hands, taking advantage of the opportunity when the Qing soldier's long knife was blocked, the two spears were like a spirit snake out of D, "poof, puff" went straight into the chest of the Qing soldier, and the three-foot-long blade broke through the cotton armor on the Qing soldier's body, penetrated the back, and stabbed out two bloody big D.

The Qing soldiers were invincible with their fists and four hands, their bodies were weak, they didn't even scream, they knelt on the ground, hung their heads and didn't move, and the two white-pole soldiers drew their spears, and their bodies fell.

Wang Huan didn't kill him with his own hands, he felt that he had hit the empty place with his strength, and he was slightly dissatisfied, but the Kuizhou army gun formation was like this, the one who rushed to the front was often not the one who killed the most enemies, the gun array was a whole, and it was important to concentrate the strength of the individual in the group in order to be invincible.

Licking his mouth, Wang Huan swept his eyes and rushed towards another Qing soldier.

On the official road, the sound of fighting and the sound of weapons colliding into a piece, the Kuizhou army took the squad as a unit, cooperated with the tacit understanding to cover each other, strangled the Qing soldiers who were not in formation, and it was inconvenient for the bird commander to put the gun here, so he carried the bird on his back, wielding the crescent axe to kill the enemy, the crescent axe was much shorter than the gun, just to make up for the shortcomings of the gun array.

Ren Zhen's quick response gathered a circle of dozens of people in time, becoming the most tenacious place in the entire valley floor, when the Qing soldiers elsewhere were killed one by one like rabbits, Ren Zhen could still stick to a flat ground.

"According to the shield, according to the shield! The shield hand is forward, the spearman is behind! He Zhen danced the mountain axe, parryed the spears sticking out his tongue like a python, shouted loudly, and issued an order: "Hold on, hold on!" This place is only a dozen miles away from Feng County, and they will definitely come to support if they find out that something is wrong! ”

He shouted insistence on his lips, but his eyes were looking around, looking for loopholes, trying to escape while there was chaos.

Ren Zhen saw that this Ming army was not like what he used to be when he was a Ming army, brave and fearless, and the discipline of the battle formation was extremely strong, there was a degree of advance and retreat, and there was a good way to cooperate, one person retreated and the other immediately filled the position, the long spear and short axe were closely combined, and the people on his side often seemed to be fighting with several people at the same time, and there were many flaws in the hurry, how to fight this battle?

Perhaps the elite Bayala soldiers of the Jurchen Eight Banners, or even the extremely valuable Baibayala soldiers, can be worthy of a battle.

Thinking of the Fengxian City, there are Bayala soldiers sent by Ma Lashi stationed and waiting, and they may find the fight here at any time and rush to help, Ren Zhen is bold, and the ** of survival is particularly strong, his hands wielding the big axe are doubling their strength, and roaring loudly to boost morale, the main general is like this, and the soldiers below are also stimulated, and the resistance of the circle is even stronger.

At this moment, from the front of the official road, there was a horse galloping over, and immediately a red-faced strong man, dressed in a white robe with rattan armor and a white robe on the outside, covered in bloodstains, unparalleled, holding a huge ghost head knife in one hand, the knife was dripping with blood, and holding a head high in one hand, the head was covered with blood, but he could still see his face vaguely.

The strong man galloped all the way, shouting arrogantly: "Chen De's head is here, Chen De has been killed!" ”

It turned out that the head he was carrying in his hand was none other than Chen De, the former deputy general of the army!

When the Qing army, who was desperately resisting, heard this, they were stunned and looked at it, Chen De is recognized by everyone, even if it is just a head, they will not admit their mistake, Chen De was really killed!

Like the last straw that crushed the camel's camel, the morale of the Qing army suddenly collapsed.

The Lord will be killed, which is equivalent to draining the backbone of the army, and the spirit of the army will be scattered.

(End of chapter)