"Kill the Tartars!"

After seeing Feng Xuanzhu fleeing, Qian Chukui's heart also calmed down. He saw a young Tartar approaching, and with the experience of an old pawn, he immediately put all his energy on this Tartar.

The other party shook the body of the gun, and the tiger spear of the second zhang was stabbed into his chest immediately with the sound of the wind rushing over.

Qian Chukui shouted violently, and the horse chopping knife in his hand swung diagonally, hitting the tip of the opponent's spear.

Both sides felt a strong shock in the palms of their hands, because the speed was too fast, and the iron hit the iron, and after making a huge sound of gold and iron, the blade and the body of the spear also swept out a beautiful iron flower.

Such a little light is too conspicuous in the dark night.

Qian Chukui clearly saw that the two brothers were besieged, but the two of them rode forward, both holding short firearms in their hands, and the triggers were also pulled.

There was a Qing soldier who was knocked to the ground, and the blood of Gu Gu came out of the chest of the stout body, this shot was to penetrate the iron armor, if you turned this Qing army over, you can see that his back must have been punched into a hole the size of a fist.

The other shot was hit in the ribs of the Qing army, although a large amount of flesh and blood was hit, and the Qing army who was in pain roared wildly, but there was no doubt that the other party was not seriously injured, and still had considerable combat effectiveness.

"Mother, this self-generated fire gun is really fucking easy to use!"

By this time, Qian Chukui regretted it!

As a sharp whistle, Qingjiang has already prepared a lot of advanced weapons for them. The armor made of a large piece of iron, weighing more than 20 catties, is almost all iron except for a few cow tendons, which has excellent protection, and it will not tire the war horse when worn on a horse, and it will not affect the wielding of weapons.

Qian Chukui received this pair of armor very unceremoniously.

Although the armor is good, the amount is too small, after all, the armor battle bureau needs to supply a large number of soldiers, and it is necessary to fight weapons, and the time spent on armor will not be too much. Moreover, there was a period of time when Qingjiang had silver but no materials, and it was difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice.

Qian Chukui has always regretted that if all the sharp sentinels can be equipped with good iron armor at night, coupled with this kind of horse chopping knife in his hand, even if he collides with the Qing army's scouts one-on-one and hundreds against hundred, the Qing army will not be able to take too much advantage of the fight!

In any case, those who can be selected for the sentry are the best candidates in the army, and with good armor and good weapons, it is equivalent to one more life for the soldiers, two lives!

But this kind of self-generated firearm with a short barrel and no ignition rope, Qian Chukui just doesn't trust it so much. The barrel is so short, although it is thick, but the Ming bird's gun is a long section, and the three-eyed gun is short, but it is heavy, like an iron hammer, and it can be waved and hit people after a shot...... This rausch, who is called a carbine, said that he was self-generated and did not need an arquebus...... A veteran of the Ming army like Qian Chukui has a natural distrust of firearms, not to mention the newly created gadgets.

I got a gun, but I barely practiced and used it. Several subordinates used it, and he was just playing with everyone, and after playing for a while, his boss urged everyone to practice riding, archery, and knife and spear skills!

Only by practicing all these can we defeat the enemy on the battlefield and save our lives.

But at this moment, he saw the sharpness of the carbine, after two shots, the two Qing soldiers were killed and wounded, if he and Feng Xuanzhu were both one person and one shot, and then two people would be reimbursed, and today's battle would be fought!

But it was too late to regret it, and the young enemy who was fired by him also saw the power of the fire, and after letting out a roar, another shot stabbed at Qian Chukui.

The enemy was too fierce, and Qian Chukui had to ride his horse to avoid it, but the young Tartar retracted quickly and shot again, this time Qian Chukui could not avoid on the horse, so he had to roll over and fall off the horse.

At the same time as dismounting, he caught a glimpse of the wounded Tartar wielding a fine iron sword, wielding a tiger and a tiger, extremely fast and fierce, the companion on the horse threw away the firebolt, trying to stab the other party with a spear, but the Tartar rolled on the ground, bullied up, and slashed down, the man Ming Jun let out a great scream, but the other party from the shoulder to the chest, a knife slashed most of the upper body, after a few miserable howls, he fell to the ground and died.

Seeing such a tragic death of his subordinates, Qian Chukui's eyes were red, and he just took advantage of the young Tartar's shot behind his mount, roared, and slashed at the other party.

The other party's reaction was also very agile, knowing that the gun could not be pulled back, he abandoned the gun as soon as he let go of his hands, and then he also pulled out a long knife and fired back at Qian Chukui.

Just when the two sides were looking for flaws, there was another scream behind Qian Chukui, and it was obvious that another Ming army had also been killed.

This ending is not unexpected, what a monster the two forward battalions and the two white armors are, not to mention that the number is less than them, even if the number is more than doubled, I am afraid that they are not opponents.

"Damn, if there is a next time, Lao Tzu told everyone to bring two short horse pistols!"

With this regret in his mind, Qian Chukui knew that he didn't have much time, and when the other party came again, he didn't let him not chop, and slashed towards the other party's blade.

When the two knives are staggered, they draw out a spark again, reflecting the slightly frightened face of the other party.

This is a young and arrogant face, probably never thought that the Han Ming army could be so brave, in the case of the number of people far less than the Qing army, do not go, knife to knife.

After all, it was a sharp horse chopping knife, such a knife with all their might, neither side left their hands, the two knives collided, and after a great sound of gold and iron, the opponent's long knife was cut in two.

Yue Le couldn't believe his eyes.

These Ming troops were extremely brave, completely beyond the scope of Yue Le's memory. In Liaodong and Guannei, he went out with his father several times, and the Ming army only fought when the generals who were responsible for defending the territory could not retreat, such as in the twelfth year of Chongzhen, the Qing army that broke through the Xifeng Pass encountered the desperate counterattack of the civil and military generals such as the governor of Jiliao.

These civil and military officials desperately moved forward, trying to block the Qing army's southward iron cavalry, but to no avail, the difference in force between the two sides was too far.

Even this kind of battle in which the governor and the chief soldier were killed did not give Yue Le a great shock in this small-scale battle that could not be called a war.

After all, there was no weak hand who followed him, and the number was still above the other party, and one was killed and one was injured, this ending was too unexpected for him.

Moreover, at this time, the other party cut off his own knife, jumped and slashed, and did not leave his hand, each knife with a sharp whistling sound, and each knife was greeted at his own vital point.

Zhenguo Gong Yue Le was finally scared.

When Qian Chukui's knife swept an inch above his head, Yue Le let out a muffled exclamation and a cry for help, which was very embarrassing and humiliating, but at this time he couldn't care about face.

While calling for help, he used the dodging method of rolling on the ground, which was more humiliating, but very effective.

"Dog Tartar ......"

Seeing the embarrassment of the other party's dodging, Qian Chukui was about to pursue, but his back and chest were suddenly cold. He was taken aback and subconsciously looked down.

He saw that the head of a tiger spear was piercing his chest, and blood was dripping from the tip of the spear, and under the tip of the spear, the pierced armor leaves and cotton jacket were covered with dark red blood.

Still, he stood firm, when a strong wind sounded in his ears, and then with a "horn", the refined helmet was struck all over with a hammer, and his head was severely wounded, and his eyes, ears, nostrils, and mouth began to bleed.

"Explain it here...... Father, mother, Erya, after you left, I killed a total of six Jurchen Tartars and eleven Red Tatars, and now, I'm going to look for you......"

As a native of Shandong, Qian Chukui's persistence and hatred for Dongyu puzzled many people. He has always been thinking about killing the Tartars, which also made him extremely unhappy in Liu Zeqing's department, but few people know that this Shandong man lost his relatives in the twelfth year of Chongzhen, when his parents and family were in Jinan, Jinan City was broken, hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians were killed, and when he rushed back to Jinan from Dezhou, he only saw corpses everywhere in the city walls and houses, ditches, trees and crops.

In addition to corpses or corpses, the Jinan Mansion of hundreds of thousands of people, except for a few clans, women, and craftsmen, was almost completely killed!

Dongyu entered the Kou for more than half a year, bringing back 400,000 Han people, but the number of Han people killed was definitely more than ten times!

Gaoyang, Linqing, Jinan, these humanoid beasts owe blood debts one after another!

Even if it was their official cultivation of the Ming Dynasty later, they couldn't get around these **naked massacres! No matter how shameless the Qing courtiers were, there was no way to embellish the atrocities and bloodshed caused by the burning, killing and looting of the Qing army's entry into the customs several times.

At that time, such a national integration brought nothing more than hatred for a tooth and blood for blood.

Nothing else.

"The dog said, I'll give you a knife when I'm dying."

When he was in a daze, Qian Chukui threw the sharp blade in his hand towards the body that was dodging and wriggling, and then his eyes were dark, and he didn't know anything.

At the same time that Qian Chukui threw the knife, the two white-armored guards who stabbed him to death and smashed his head almost scared their bitter gall.

The long knives in the hands of this Ming army were extremely sharp, sharper than their knives made of various fine irons. This knife was aimed at Yue Le's head, and once it was stabbed, they could only sacrifice their own lives.

At the critical moment, a good Yue Le, while unavoidable, smacked his head towards the cold ground!

This time it was really a mouthful of mud, but the long knife also buzzed and flew over his head.

"It's so dangerous...... Zhen Guogong, who came back to his senses, touched the top of his head and felt that his palms were wet, and this time it was obviously a scratch on his scalp!

(To be continued)