Chapter 668: Guns and Guns See Blood, Swords and Knives to Flesh!

"How many Tartars are there?"

Zhang Zhun pondered for a moment.

He felt that this was a good opportunity for the Tiger Ben Army to stand up and need to show it well.

"More than a hundred!"

The man replied with palpitations.

It can be seen from his expression that the Tartars besieging Huaizhen Store must be very ferocious, otherwise, he would not have felt so afraid after encountering the Tiger Army. He was obviously frightened by the various skills of the Tartar who spread the rumor. This kind of fear is by no means suddenly formed now, but has been imperceptibly formed over a long period of time.

For a long time, because the Ming army was always defeated in the hands of the Tartars, and they always lost their divisions and lost their land, so that the people in the Ming Kingdom thought that the Tartars were a small strong force that could not be killed. In addition, the entry of the Tartars in the first two times caused great panic to the people, so that many people in the Ming Kingdom had a deep fear of the Tartars. To break this fear, a real battle is inevitable. Only by winning a real battle can the myth of the invincibility of the Tartars be shredded.

Zhang Zhun looked at the sky and said decisively: "Go!" Go to the Huaizhen store! ”

Wang Laohu shouted in high spirits: "Let's go! Kill the Tartars! ”

The other riders were also very excited.

With the Tiger Ben army participating in the battle, their confidence in defeating the Tartars suddenly increased a lot.

The group hurried up and rushed to the Huaizhen store. From Jinghe Town to Huaizhen Store, the distance is very close, and it will be killed in about an hour. When I arrived at the Huaizhen store, it was just evening. Although the days are short and the nights are long, the sun has not completely set, and there is still golden sunlight between the heavens and the earth, which looks particularly gorgeous.

The sound of horses' hooves came, and of course it was impossible to hide the Tartar cavalry around Huaizhendian. The cavalry scouts of the Tartars discovered the arrival of the cavalry of the Tiger Army from a long distance. In fact, there was no possibility of a sneak attack by the cavalry of the Tiger Army. Beizhili is all plains, and the visibility to the naked eye is more than two or three thousand meters, and it is fundamentally impossible to sneak attack the enemy.

The Tartar cavalry besieging Huaizhendian was indeed more than a hundred people. In fact, they are a complete cattle record, only some of them are lost in Dongjiabao, and there will be more than 100 people left. It was precisely because of the heavy losses suffered that Huang Taiji would let them herd sheep everywhere, burn and loot in order to boost their morale and prepare for another battle.

"Tiger Army!"

"It's the Tiger Army!"

"The Tiger Army is here!"

Finding that the Tiger Army appeared, all the Tartar cavalry suddenly became fierce.

In Dongjiabao, the Tartars are indeed a little jealous of the Tiger Army. The Tiger Army's efforts to defend the city made the Tartars feel like they were having a nightmare. However, in field battles, the Tatar cavalry still had an absolute psychological advantage. All along, the Tartars were confident in the field and absolutely did not believe that anyone would be able to defeat them in the field.

Especially when the Tartars found that there were only about a hundred of the Tiger Warriors, their eyes suddenly became as vicious as wolves, staring at the Tiger Warriors who pounced on them, and refused to move away. More than a hundred against more than a hundred, the Tartars are really not afraid at all!

The commander of the Tartars was five white-armored soldiers. The original Niu Lu Zhangjing had already died under the walls of Dongjiabao, and the new Niu Lu Zhangjing had to be produced from among the five of them. Therefore, these Tartars are particularly ferocious when they burn and loot. They want to use their ferocity to prove to the Tartars above that they are the most suitable candidates for Niu Lu Zhangjing.

Seeing the arrival of the Tiger Army, their eyes suddenly burned, as if they were a fire. Almost subconsciously, they all keenly felt that if they could catch or kill these Tiger Warrior cavalry, it would definitely be a great achievement. Whoever has made the greatest contribution will be the new Niu Lu Zhangjing. For a while, the five white-armored soldiers of the Tartars were secretly cheering for themselves in their hearts.

Thinking of their companions who died under the walls of Dongjiabao, almost all the Tartars felt their blood boiling, and they couldn't wait to kill the Tiger Ben army in front of them immediately and avenge their dead companions. The defeat of Dongjiabao was a great shame for all the Tartars. Now, they have to take this opportunity to wash away all their shame.

"Kill them!"

"Kill them!"

"Kill them!"

Almost without thinking, the five white-armored soldiers roared in unison.

The other Tartars roared as well. Those Tartars who were attacking Huaizhendian also retreated one after another and rushed towards the Tiger Ben Army. More than 100 Tartars, covered in blood, were apparently left over from the massacre of others. Under the necks of some war horses, there are still several hideous human heads. Needless to say, the tragedy in Jinghe Town definitely has their share.

Wang Laohu and the others were all shocked. These Tartars were already red-eyed, and they couldn't help but be a little frightened. This can't be blamed for their cowardice, it is really the combat effectiveness of the Tartars, and after countless consciously or unconsciously exaggerated rumors and propaganda, it has reached an astonishing level. Ordinary people simply don't have the guts to fight against the Tartars.

In fact, if they fought the Tartar cavalry head-on, Wang Laohu and they really had no chance at all. The archery of the Tartars is enough to shoot them all to death. More than a hundred Tartars, in the face of more than a hundred ordinary riders young and strong, were completely one-sided slaughter.

"Go to the back!"

Zhang Zhun looked at him coldly and said calmly.

More than a hundred Tartar cavalry, Zhang Zhun also didn't pay attention to it. Perhaps in the upcoming battle, the cavalry of the Tiger Ben Army may have casualties, but there will definitely not be too many. The tiger army around him is the elite of the elite. The Tartar on the opposite side is not the forward battalion of Huang Taiji, what is he worried about?

"Dong Huaxia!"

"Outflank you from the right!"

"Lonely Hunting!"

"Outflank you from the left!"

Zhang Zhun shouted calmly.

This is the most common tactic used by the Tiger Army, outflanking left and right, and then constantly shooting. Specifically, the sniper detachment attacked from the left, and the Cangzhou Volunteer detachment attacked from the right. As soon as crossfire is formed, the Tartar cavalry is dead. The Tartar's bow and arrow can exert lethality at a distance of about 80 meters, but the Tiger Ben can kill them from a distance of 150 meters.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

As he spoke, the Tartar cavalry had already rushed over.

These Tartars do have a deep hatred for the Tiger Army. The number of Tartars who died under the city of Dongjiabao is too many. Since the founding of the country, the Dajin Kingdom has never suffered such heavy losses. The battle of Dongjiabao caused countless Tartar warriors, and even Baturu, to lose their lives. To say that the Tartars don't hate Zhang Zhun and the Tiger Army, it is absolutely impossible.

Similarly, the Tiger Ben Army also has a bitter hatred for the Tartars. The Tartars ravaged the entire Northern Zhili, killing people everywhere, and wantonly creating no man's land, as a Ming person, how can you not be angry? All of these Tartars in front of them are heinous executioners, and it would be intolerable to let them escape. It must be annihilated! Ruthless annihilation!

"Kill!"

"Brothers! Above! ”

When Wang Laohu saw that the cavalry of the Tiger Army was the first to pounce, his courage was immediately boosted, and he also roared. Immediately, he brandished his weapon and lunged at the Tartar.

His weapon was a Mo knife made of fine iron, three meters long. In the era of cold weapons, such a Mo knife is definitely the top king in battle. The long blade, emitting a cold light, made people shudder. Once you engage an enemy, you can basically split the enemy into two sections with a single sword. The Tang Army of that year relied on such weapons to run rampant in all directions, making the enemy tremble.

Of course, such a sharp and heavy weapon cannot be used by ordinary people. Must have sufficient waist strength and arm strength. In other words, it must be a very burly man. At the same time, it is also required that the war horse under the crotch has enough endurance. Otherwise, such a heavy weapon will not be able to be used at all, but will drag itself down.

The white-armored soldiers in the Tartar cavalry saw the Tiger Ben Army rushing up, and their eyes turned even redder. With a whistle, all the Tartars rushed towards the Tiger Army. At the head was a white-armored soldier of a Tartar. Even if you don't use a clairvoyant, you can clearly see that the scimitar in the hand of this Tartar white-armored soldier still has red blood stains, obviously he has just killed someone. Who can a tartar kill? Of course, it's the common people of the Han nationality!

"Bang!"

Zhang Zhun was the first to shoot.

"Poof!"

The white-armored soldier of the Tartar shook slightly, and then fell off his horse.

Zhang Zhun hit him in the center of the eyebrows with a shot, even if he was a Da Luo Jin Immortal, he would not be able to live. The waist knife in the hands of the Tartar white-armored soldiers also fell off his hands and disappeared from then on. The Tartar cavalry that swarmed up from behind quickly trampled him into meat sauce.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Dugu Lie, Lu Yidian, Liu Mang, Brother Wei and other snipers shot one after another.

The distance between the two sides is only about one hundred and thirty meters. At such a distance, with the marksmanship of the snipers, it will definitely not fail. The only problem is that the tartars overlap each other, and it is difficult to hit the people behind. However, the snipers also have a way of coping with it, which is to wait for the Tartar in front of them to fall, and then the other snipers will shoot. Fifty snipers, if there are no accidents, can kill at least thirty or so Tartars.

Sure enough, as the guns rang out, the fastest Tartar cavalry fell off their horses. Their corpses, constantly rolling on the ground, were in a mess. These fallen Tartars were all red-armoured soldiers. In the Tartar establishment, in addition to the most elite white-armored soldiers, it is these red-armored soldiers. Their killing, of course, has a certain impact on the morale of other Tartars.

"Kill!"

"Kill it!"

Zhang Zhun shouted without hesitation.

With a wave of his hand, Wang Laohu and the others rushed forward bravely.

In the competition between cavalry and cavalry, courage is very important. If you blindly retreat, you will only be beaten in vain. If the Tiger Army only relies on the superiority of weapons alone, and ignores the training of bravery, it will also not be able to forge a strong cavalry. What the army needs most is the spirit of the sword. Whether you are good at riding and archery, whether you are good at firearms or firearms, you must have enough courage to fight the enemy hand-to-hand.

"Kill!"

Wang Laohu also shouted.

As soon as the Tiger Ben Army made a move, they killed several Tartar cavalry, and it was still the white-armored soldiers and red-armored soldiers in the Tartars, which really lifted his spirits. Fighting with the Tiger Ben Army is motivation! The most arrogant white-armored soldiers of the Tartars, in front of the Tiger Army, were as fragile as tofu dregs, and the guns rang out. In front of the Tiger Army, he can't show his own seed! Get out! Kill!

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The gunfire of the Tiger Ben Army rang out constantly, like bursting beans.

This time, in addition to the snipers, the other Cangzhou Volunteer soldiers brought by Zhang Zhun were all talented in shooting. Although they had never been exposed to firearms before, after understanding the basic principles, their shooting performance improved rapidly. Their physical and psychological qualities are better than ordinary people in the course of long-term martial arts training, and they naturally have an advantage when practicing shooting.

In particular, several major leaders of the Cangzhou Volunteer Army, such as Dong Huaxia, Dong Mourningwu, Liu Xunchun, Cao Feipeng and others, are among the best. After receiving less than half a month of special training, their marksmanship is already quite good. Therefore, on the side of the Tiger Army, almost everyone is a sharpshooter. One shot is over, and a Tartar is killed,

Sure enough, a series of mini bounced past, and the Tartar fell at least more than halfway. This is also due to the fact that some of the Mini bullets were blocked by the Tartar in front. However, even so, the other Tartar cavalry continued to surge upward. Once the bloody nature of the Tartar is stimulated, its combat effectiveness is also quite amazing. When they are desperate, they don't take human life seriously at all. For them, death is just a return to the embrace of immortality.

The fallen horses of their fellow Tartars hindered their way forward. There were constantly Tartar cavalrymen who tripped over the horses on the ground. There were also war horses that fell because there was too much blood on the ground and the soil was too slippery. On the battlefield, any kind of accident can happen. There was even a white-armored soldier who tripped and fell to the ground, and was covered by his companions behind him, and then he couldn't see anything.

"Whoosh!"

When some Tartar cavalry fell, they sensed that something was wrong and simply released their arrows.

However, the distance between the two sides is still hundreds of meters, and the arrows they shot in a hurry are obviously not strong enough, although they flew to the side of the Tiger Ben Army, they have no lethality, and they have fallen to the ground lightly before they have hit the human body.

Of course, there are also quite a few Tartars who have managed to pass over the dead bodies of their companions and continue to move forward. Their horse control skills are indeed superb, and they can avoid obstacles in front of them in very narrow spaces.

The Tartar cavalry believed that as long as they were within seventy meters of each other, with the help of the inertia of the cavalry, they could inflict casualties on the Tiger Ben army with arrowheads. Therefore, no matter what the situation encounters, they will not stop moving forward.

It's a pity that the Tiger Army didn't give them a chance.

After firing the first shot, the Tiger Ben soldiers immediately thrust the Tiger Ben Gun to the left, and then quickly pulled out the Tiger Ben Gun on the right, and continued to aim at the Tartar that rushed up.

That's right, each of the Tiger Ben Army cavalry is specially equipped with two Tiger Ben guns this time. When the first Tiger Gun was finished, they immediately switched to another one. It only takes five seconds to replace a Tiger Gun, and it takes at least ten seconds to reload the Tiger Gun. In other words, when encountering sporadic enemies, in a period of five seconds, the Tiger Army can shoot twice in a row.

According to Zhang Zhun's estimate, shooting twice in a row can basically reimburse about a hundred Tartar cavalry. This is also Zhang Zhun's basic strategy. If you encounter a small group of Tartars with less than 100 people, kill them. If you come across a tartar with more than 100 people, turn around and run. The horses he brought out this time were all high-quality horses, unless it was Huang Taiji's forward battalion catching up, otherwise, there should be no big problem.

Zhang Zhun casually pulled out the second Tiger Ben Gun.

"Bang!"

Zhang Zhun raised his hand and took a shot.

"Poof!"

Eighty meters away, a Tartar soldier was shot in the head, fell to the horse's neck, and never moved again. However, his war horse continued to rush forward, as if he had no idea that his master had lost his breath. Only occasionally, bits and pieces of blood splattered from the top of the horse's neck.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The snipers also started shooting again.

The gunfire was a little dull and jumpy, like the call of death.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

Tartars were hit in succession and fell off their horses.

The fallen tartar made a mess on the ground. Scattered arrowheads, sporadic scimitars, and curved bows bouncing on the ground were everywhere. The high-speed warhorse, after falling to the ground, continued to slide forward, splashing thick layers of dirt. The already soft soil, the fallen war horses, forced to plow out deep ravines.

And the tartars on horseback, some people are more skilled, and when the war horse falls, they immediately jump out. Some of them were injured, while others didn't do anything at all. It can also be seen in the ability of the Tartars. If it were an ordinary person, when the war horse fell, he would have been thrown to the point where he didn't know where.

However, those Tartars who were lucky enough to survive could not escape the shooting of the Tiger Army. In fact, some of the Tiger Army snipers love these fallen Tartars. Compared to a moving target on horseback, a terrified Tartar standing on the ground is more likely to hit with one shot. A Mini bullet flew past, and the Tartars, who had been lucky enough not to be killed, groaned again, and fell to the ground.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

More gunshots rang out.

There was a constant thump of tartars falling from the horse, making a constant thumping sound. The scene was a mess. The mess was littered with fallen horses and the corpses of Tartars thrown out everywhere. The blood splattered indiscriminately, staining the surrounding fields red.

After two successive firings, the number of Tartar cavalry immediately decreased, to just over twenty men. However, the remaining Tartars still desperately rushed towards the Tiger Army. Sure enough, it is a group of people who are not afraid of death, and they know that they are going to die.

"Kill!"

Wang Laohu roared angrily and rushed forward.

There were only about twenty Tatar cavalry, and it was a good time for them to die.

The other riders also grabbed the belly of their horses and rushed forward fiercely. They don't know how to ride and shoot, and the weapons in their hands are mainly spears and knives used in hand-to-hand combat, and some simply use huge wooden clubs. With these weapons, only by rushing forward and fighting the Tartars hand-to-hand can you hope to take out the other party.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

The Tartar cavalry immediately fired fierce arrows.

Even though there were only about twenty people, they still behaved very fiercely, and they did not show the slightest intention of backing down. The arrows they shoot are still very fierce.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

This time, it was the turn of the young men of Jinghe Town, and they fell off their horses one after another.

The archery skills of the Tartar cavalry are still very powerful, and if they are shot, they will definitely be killed or injured. When the first round of arrows came from the Tartars, seven or eight young men fell.

However, in such a situation, no one can stop. The enemy who killed his relatives is right in front of him, all of them are young and strong, their eyes have long been red, and they only have the thought of revenge in their minds, where do they care about the death of their companions? They would never hesitate until they were shot to death.

"Kill!"

Wang Laohu continued to roar, and the Mo knife in his hand was raised high.

The young men behind him were also red-eyed, and they bravely rushed towards the Tartar cavalry.

The Tartar cavalry was indeed fierce, and among them was a white-armored soldier who fired two arrows in succession. The two militia fighters who rushed up in succession were shot dead by him. However, Wang Laohu's fast horse had also rushed in front of him. Wang Laohu roared, swept the Mo knife fiercely, and swept it directly towards the waist of the tartar.

The white-armored soldier of the Tartar hurriedly drew his scimitar, trying to block the incoming Mo knife. For a weapon like the Mo Dao, he was obviously a little jealous and didn't dare to touch it, so when he was blocking, he subconsciously took a step back. As a result, Wang Laohu sank the Mo knife and slashed directly at his lower abdomen.

"Huh!"

Wang Laohu's Mo knife swept through the lower abdomen of the Tartar white-armored soldier, bringing a rain of blood.

He really used enough strength for this knife. This knife slashed and instantly split the white-armored soldier into two pieces. The Mo knife that swept over the body of the Tartar was bright red, shocking.

"Poof!"

The blood arrows flew up as if they were a shower of blood.

The upper body of the Tartar white-armored soldier obviously fell backwards, but his lower body continued to be carried by the war horse and galloped forward. Finally, the upper body falls directly off the horse's back, and the lower body continues to gallop. Where it was cut off, a large amount of blood gushed out, and the war horse galloped past, like a modern sprinkler truck, leaving a rain of blood all the way.

However, this is not the most spectacular, the most spectacular thing is that the war horses of both sides collided fiercely together. The young man led by Wang Laohu does not have much ability in hand-to-hand combat. The only thing they can do is to use their war horses to hit the Tartars' war horses fiercely, and directly knock the Tartars off the horses. Once the Tartars fall off the horse, the combat effectiveness of the two sides will be much closer. There were more than 100 young people, and there were only about 20 Tartars, and they were hit so hard, of course, they all fell to the ground.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

It's as if two huge waves collide together, making all sorts of sounds.

The collision of weapons, the screams of personnel, the neighing of war horses, and the cries of fighting are all mixed together to make the most tragic symphony. However, the crowd in it could not hear anything. Because, at the moment of the violent impact, they have all lost their hearing and consciousness, and some people even lost their lives directly in the impact.

The cavalry of more than 20 Tartars was overthrown to the ground by more than 100 young horsemen. The battle suddenly evolved from hand-to-hand combat on horseback to hand-to-hand combat with infantry. Such a battle is more fierce than on horseback. Because, everyone fell from the horse, and one by one they were knocked into a daze, and even if they held weapons in their hands, they did not know where to greet them.

All of them, whether they were Tartars or Han Chinese, were covered in blood. Some people even have blood in their eyes, and everything they see in front of them is red, and they can't distinguish between friend and foe at all. The weapons in their hands, if they are not careful, will stab their own people. However, if you don't make a move, the people around you are likely to kill you first.

Wang Laohu brandished the Mo knife, and after slashing the Tartar white-armored soldier to death, in front of him, another Tartar red-armored soldier appeared, and Wang Laohu picked up from below with another knife without thinking, trying to cut the opponent diagonally in half. Almost at the same time, the bow and arrow of the Tartar red-armored soldier were also aimed at Wang Laohu.

"Whoosh!"

The arrows of the Tartars were shot out at the same time.

"Poof!"

The Mo knife swung up from under the Tartar's right arm.

"Poof!"

At the same time, Wang Laohu felt that his left shoulder socket suddenly became numb, and then he completely lost his senses, and his entire left arm hung down involuntarily. He turned his head and saw that the arrow from the Tartar had hit his shoulder socket. The power of the Tartar's arrows is still very strong, and the arrows are piercing directly from behind his shoulders, and the shafts of the arrows in front of him are still shaking. Blood poured out from both sides of the wound.

"Bang!"

Wang Laohu, who was hit by an arrow in the shoulder socket, could no longer grasp the Mo knife, and the Mo knife took off his hand.

He subconsciously lay on the horse's back, put one hand around the horse's neck, and quickly withdrew from the battlefield.

The fallen Tartars, as well as the fallen young men, continued to fight on a bloody battlefield. Both sides are red-eyed and will never leave their hands. The Tartars hate the Tiger Army, and the young men hate the Tartars, both of which have reached their limits. The collision between the two sides is where all hatred lies.

Without weapons, they bite each other with their fists and feet, even with their teeth, hit each other with their heads, and smash each other's heads at whatever they cry. This is purely instinctive and does not require any training at all. Some of the Tartars were smashed to the ground, but the people who smashed him still did not stop, as if they were completely in a state of madness.