"Be careful, get down!"

As soon as he ate half of the sweet potato in his hand, without any sound or obvious movement, Qian Chukui suddenly felt a palpitation, he suddenly shouted, and then threw down the sweet potato in his hand and threw himself to the ground!

Under his reminder, a few nights without collecting are also undergoing rigorous training, although the experience is insufficient, but the strict training still makes most of them lie down in the first place.

Almost at the same time, there was a "buzzing" sound in the air, and the enemy had thrown axes and other weapons of short-range combat from less than thirty paces!

While dodging on the ground, everyone was deeply shocked: "Who is it, how can he feel so close to throw?" ”

But this thought was at least the last thought in my mind for two nights.

The two throwing axes still broke through the two throats that were dodging the slightly slower night guards, and then cut open the throats, and in the darkness it was not very clear, only a flash of Limang could be seen, and then the meaningless shouts of the people whose throats were cut by the throwing axes, and then the thick bloody gas spread.

"Move the table, Kuroko!"

Qian Chukui's iron helmet was blown away by a flying axe, and when the strap was broken, he was suffocated for a while, and then there was a heart-piercing pain.

However, for a veteran soldier who has been in the business for a long time, this small injury at the moment is nothing at all, what he is distressed about is the death and injury of two brothers who have been trained by himself.

"It's a Tartar, it's a Tartar!"

I don't know who it is, in this cold winter night, with a changed voice shouted, and under the gentle slope opposite, five or six short and strong voices were suddenly revealed, each with shining weapons in his hand, which could be seen clearly in this dark and heavy winter night.

At the same time as they appeared, these Tartars rushed towards the place where the Ming army did not collect at night.

Just now they sneaked over, listening to the sound to find out the location of the Ming army, and at the same time throwing axes and other sharp weapons to hurt people, in the dark, they actually lost a ** not far from ten.

Now two of the six Ming troops died in an instant, and four people remained. There were at least six or seven Tartars on the opposite side, or more.

Qian Chukui had already gotten up from the ground, pulled out the horse chopping knife at his waist, and crossed his ten fingers, as if he was holding his surname, holding this heavy and extremely sharp weapon.

This is a special gift from the top, it is the product of the Qingjiang Jiajia Battle Bureau, the blade of the knife is made of high-grade 100 training steel, the blade is long and sharp, the back of the knife is thick and the blade is light, it is really a rare magic weapon.

After getting this thing, Qian Chukui lost his original waist knife and tiger gun.

"Get on the horse, get on the horse!"

The Donglu was touched by foot combat, and it is conceivable that they must have found the traces of the Ming army from afar, so they abandoned the horse and fled in order to prevent the Ming army from hearing the sound.

At this time, the gap was less than thirty paces, and the time was just enough to mount and meet the enemy.

Under Qian Chukui's shouting, the other three also turned over and got on the horse as quickly as possible.

When he was closer, with a little glimmer, Qian Chukui saw that the other party was six people, two bright armor, two placket cotton armor, a small flag behind his back, and two foam nail cotton armor, with a copper helmet with a towering spire on his head.

"Two white armors, two forward battalions, two vests!"

Qian Chukui felt that he was going crazy, his mouth was big, and it was a cold day, and cold sweat beads the size of soybeans appeared on his forehead.

As an ordinary cavalryman in Shandong Town, he once fought with Kong Youde in the sixth year of Chongzhen, and also fought with the Tartars who went south in the twelfth and thirteenth years.

The Qing army has reformed the military system, which was originally a system of raising flags and soldiers, and then slowly evolved, and in the thirteenth year, it has basically reformed the system of all soldiers of the whole clan as a fundamental surname.

Each Niu Lu will draw more than a dozen elites to the guard camp, that is, the white armor soldiers.

Draw a few more particularly elite ones to the forward battalion.

Extract more vests to the cavalry battalion, these three battalions are the essence of its soldiers, any battalion is enough to destroy the city and conquer the invincible.

Of course, the most elite must be the forward battalion, where the beasts are the white armor of the white armor, and the martial arts, courage, and brains must be first-class heroes to enter.

Then there is the guard battalion and the cavalry battalion, and then down, there is the firearms battalion, the good fighting battalion, the tiger gun battalion, and the infantry battalion.

At this time, the Manchu Qing Dynasty had a serious prototype of the national army, not the tribal army, each flag was only under the banner owner, and the banner owner selected some warriors to guard by his side, only the banner owner and the guards were usually out of production, responsible for fighting and training, and the ordinary Eight Banner soldiers had to farm in their spare time, and they only wore armor to go out in wartime.

However, although the battalions are standing, when the legacy of the Eight Banners still exists, so when Gushan Ezhen or Baylor, the prince of the county, and the prince go on the expedition, the subordinates of the banner are still the main forces, and the three battalions and the battalions are formed into a system to go out to fight, which is almost never in the early Qing Dynasty, and the Qing Dynasty has been until its demise, and there are few things about the three major battalions going out on a large scale.

At this time, the people from the guard battalion suddenly appeared in front of Qian Chukui's eyes, and that's it, there was actually an even more terrifying forward battalion!

Even those two vests are not comparable to ordinary flag soldiers, the Qing army selects soldiers under its banner, and begins to take the examination at the age of ten, and the examination is every three years, and the qualified ones are the guards, and then the infantry horses, and then the vests!

It's not that the horse is ridden or the elite of the Eight Banners, and there are horses who ride horses without armor!

"You can't fight, bolt post, you quickly retreat, run!"

"What?" Feng Xuanzhu has a tiger gun in his hand, and he is holding it diagonally in the palm of his hand, he is the youngest, he must be bold and careful at night, and he has rich experience, so if he is too young, he can't be small, and the young are not easy to be timid, but they are also easy to be impulsive.

The main task of the night is to bring the news back, not to fight desperately.

"Son of a bitch, what do I usually teach you, and you have forgotten all the fucking?" Qian Chukui scolded: "You have the best horse and light weight, you don't give a damn letter, I'll go?" Hurry up, let's just say that the main force of the Tartars is coming up! ”

In the night sky, Qian Chukui's cry did not know how many birds that stayed overnight, and in the nearby forest, crows were quacking and flying in the forest, shouting, adding a bit of poignancy to this sudden small-scale battle.

"Okay, I'll go!"

After all, after training, Feng Xuanzhu knew that he was the lightest, and the horse was the best, so it was the best to report news. And he also recognized that the six Tartars who came over, even if there were not four but fourteen or even twenty-four on his side, whether they could fight or not, he had to say twice.

This is still the night is the elite of the Ming army in advance, if you change the ordinary battalion soldiers, I'm afraid that forty will be given in vain!

The ferocity of the Tartar Forward Battalion and the Protector Battalion was by no means an ordinary Ming army.

"Donkey, give you an arrow!"

At the same time as he fell off the horse and turned around, Feng Xuanzhu, who was very skillful, had already twisted his waist and turned over, and took the riding bow in his hand, so close to the distance, those Tartars had jumped to a distance of less than twenty steps, and no matter how dark the sky was, he put the arrow on the bowstring, and pulled it hard, the twenty strength of the riding bow was already a lot of force, and the three-edged armor-piercing arrow made a buzzing sound in the air, and swept towards the figure that jumped not far away.

An arrow was fired, and Feng Xuanzhu didn't dare to look at it at all, so he fell off his horse and left.

Dressed in the armor of the soldiers of the forward battalion, it was not an ordinary Eight Banner general, let alone a petty officer like Bashiku.

Even the middle and upper military attachés such as Meler Zhangjing were stunned...... The leader of the team is a dignified clan Zhenguo Gong, that is, the beloved son of Abatai, the king of Raoyu County, and Yue Le, the prince of Zhenguo.

This young man in his twenties, like the Eight Banners nobles at that time, had grown up on horses since childhood, and in addition to not participating in fishing and hunting like his father, they had also undergone rigorous and even harsh training and training.

They grew up on horses, and they had to learn to ride and shoot from a young age, and if they didn't get good grades, they would have no face to stand among their clan mates.

You must know that even the youngest son of the late Emperor Taizong Huang Taiji, the current Emperor Fulin, had to shoot with a short bow when he was six years old, and he shot a deer!

Horseback archery was just the beginning, followed by a long and endless campaign.

Yue Le went on a campaign with his father at the age of fourteen, Abatai was an unambitious prince, Nurhachi did not like him, and Huang Taiji did not appreciate him, in the hearts of the two generations of Khan kings, this was just a reckless and rude martial artist.

In his long decades of warfare, Abatai has never led an army, and even if a nephew like Yue Tuo has been crowned a prince, Abatai has always stayed honestly in Baylor's seat.

The current king of Rao Yu seems to have been knighted for merit, but in fact, it is better to say that the regent sees that this brother is too old and gives alms to Rao Yu Belle!

Yue Le, the embarrassment of his father, has always seen it in his eyes and remembered it in his heart. In any case, this embarrassment of his father must no longer fall on his head, this county king's hat will be inherited by Baylor, and it is not impossible to reduce it by one rank to inherit it to the prince of the country.

The Qing Dynasty is not as good as the Ming Dynasty, the prince is the prince, and the prince's son-in-law is still the prince, hereditary replacement!

In the Qing Dynasty, it can only be exchanged for military merits!

If we are not happy from above, that is, we will exchange it for real military achievements.

The young Zhenguo Gong's heart was on fire, and as soon as he threw a throwing axe, Yue Le heard the sound of the flying axe sweeping through the air and hitting the person's body, and after hearing a satisfied gurgling sound, he suddenly jumped up and rushed forward.

If this team of Ming troops panicked and wanted to get on the horse and run away, it would be the best, at this distance, as soon as the Ming army got on the horse, he would arrive with people, and when the time came, it would be effortless to kill the enemy under the horse!

In the hazy night, he saw that the Ming army led by him did not flee, but mounted his horse, held his troops, and rushed towards his side.

At the same time, a Ming soldier turned his horse's head and turned around and shot an arrow.

This arrow swept over Yue Le's head, and it was more than a finger away from hitting his top door.

In the biting cold wind, this Daqing Town Guogong was also shocked into a cold sweat.

"Kill the dog!"

The enemy is difficult, but this is not terrible, but it aroused the bloodthirstiness of Zhenguo Gong to kill the light strong enemy**, after shaking his tiger spear, Yue Le's spear slammed out and stabbed towards the chest of a Ming army.

(To be continued)