"Cavalry ready, charge!"

"Tiger!"

With Zhu Zilong's new order, the 2,500 cavalry of the first military camp of the Zhu family army roared like thunder.

"Artillery team, shoot the last round at the maximum distance. The infantry of the second and fourth battalions kept up with the rapid march, and the engineer battalion and the recruit battalion raised the Daming rockets and were ready to launch support at any time! ”

One after another, orders roared out of Zhu Zilong's mouth, and everyone under his command quickly followed the order.

When he was young, the first battalion of the Zhu family's army, which was like a galloping horse, charged forward.

The people of the Ming Dynasty dodged away one after another, and they were behind.

On a rapid march, the infantry with two guns and even three powder guns followed. The gunpowder gun with the bayonet on it began to move forward, and an indomitable murderous aura permeated this bloodstained official road.

The Zhu family army swept away all the momentum, making every Ming onlooker feel cold.

Such a strong murderous aura, such a strong momentum, which Ming army is this. Will Jingran be so elite?

In front of the big front, the soldiers of the Qing army and the Mongolian army who drove away the people of the Ming Dynasty just now still have more than 1,000 people left. At this time, he was completely frightened, and he became inferior to the previous collapse of the Ming army!

They only knew that they were rushing towards the base camp, and they invisibly turned into helping the Zhu family army to attack the Qing army's position.

The first battalion of the Zhu family army quickly followed them, but Zhu Zilong issued a new order, not to annihilate them, but to drive them away. In the other way, return the other, and let the Qing army taste the taste of their own people rushing into the military formation!

The first battalion of the Zhu family army continued to outflank, divide, tear, and drive away, which seemed to make the Qing army and Mongolian soldiers who collapsed feel that there were Ming men and horses everywhere, and the Che camp had been broken everywhere and could not be defended.

Under the fear, the routs panicked, and most of them followed the flow of people, driven by the cavalry of the Zhu family's army, and rushed to the Qing army in the rear. Many people crowded together, pushed down, trampled to death, or fought each other in order to gain space to survive.

Ma Xiaosan and the others immediately laughed, it turned out that the so-called warriors of the Great Qing Kingdom were also just this kind of goods.

What a Qing army, now it's not even as good as a dog!

Not only in the army of the Ming Dynasty, some people can only fight in the wind war, but there are also many such people in the Qing army, as long as the war is unfavorable, they are also embarrassed and not as good as dogs. Hahahaha!

Immediately, the soldiers of the Zhu family army were like tigers, and they became more and more unstoppable.

Not only did the cavalry of the Zhu family army speed up, but even the infantry who were marching in a hurry, as well as the sappers and recruits, also accelerated their pace.

Anyway, there are more than 1,000 Qing and Mongolian soldiers who have collapsed in front of them as meat shields, and even the people in the Qing army base camp will learn from them and shoot arrows to attack their own people.

This first and second wave of attacks will definitely not be able to shoot on him, and he is afraid of a bird.

At this moment.

Abatai in the base camp of the Qing army looked at the front in a daze, he couldn't imagine that his army would be defeated so quickly, this was just a blink of an eye?

However, whether he is ginger or old spicy.

In the next second, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he shouted: "Pass the order, the rout must not impact the large array of the Chinese army, and all the violators will be shot!" ”

The generals beside him did not dare to slack off, if the rout army was allowed to attack the Chinese army, it would be the result of the rout of the whole army, so that the entire Qing army base camp would be in a burst of chaos, allowing the Ming army on the opposite side to rush in.

Then there was no then, and it is estimated that either the entire army was wiped out, or most of the dead and wounded were the result.

Soon, the military formation of the Qing army's base camp had just been arranged, and in the blink of an eye, the black-pressed defeated soldiers and minions, driven by the Zhu family's army, rushed towards the army like a flood.

"These wastes are not the warriors of my Great Qing Kingdom, archery!" Abatai roared through gritted teeth.

For a moment, heaven and earth seemed to stand still!

In the base camp of the Qing army, countless arrows shot at their own people like rain.

The Qing army's routs and minions who helped Zhu Jiajun block the arrows in front were immediately hit by arrows. Some of them died on the spot, some fell to the ground wailing, and then countless people behind them stepped on them and trampled them alive.

Blood flowed like a river all over the area, and in the rear, there were still a large number of Qing army routs and minions, crowding over this side like a nest.

Some of the defeated Qing soldiers also wanted to stop, but their individual strength was too weak in the face of the general situation. It's not like you can stop if you want to. The person behind will naturally push his companion in front of him forward.

For the defeated soldiers who dared to rush into battle, the Qing army in the large array continued to fire arrows mercilessly. Because they know that if they are broken up by the army, none of them will survive.

However, unconsciously, the first military camp of the Zhu family's army, which was charging fast, had also used the rout of the Qing army as a meat shield and approached within 100 meters of their base camp.

At this time, he was already within the distance of Zhu Jiajun's queue to be shot.

With the front, the last group of Qing troops broke and shot their own people to death. When the door was wide open for a while, the people of the Zhu family army had already lined up in formation, and the guns were also raised.

"First Platoon Fire!" The herald soldier next to Zhu Zilong shouted.

Immediately, countless firecrackers rang out, and the smoke that was mixed into the muzzle of the gun was immediately mixed in the dust. The Qing army's base camp, which had just shot its own people, had lost its front strength, and the rear strength had not yet been lived, and the front row of Qing troops and Mongolian soldiers were immediately hit hard.

As if they had been hit hard by a sledgehammer, they fell to their knees in pain.

"Second gun in the first row, fire."

Because the soldiers of the Zhu family army are all one-person, two-gun, or even three-gun, they are all loaded with bullets in advance, and they are gunpowder guns that do not need to be ignited, so the soldiers in the first row can immediately go back.

Five seconds after the first shot, a second shot was fired, and the effect was remarkable, and it was more compact than a three-stage shot.

This is the atmosphere of a rich man's tyrant!

War is about money, and this is true to be true. Compared with the Qing army, there is no doubt that the Zhu family army is a local tyrant. Of course, it's the kind of rich generation of local tyrants who counterattack!

"The first platoon crouched down to reload, the second platoon bent down and fired, and the third platoon fired upright with full fire." Another new order was shouted.

The bullet fire, which was twice as powerful as the two shots in the first row, immediately rushed into the base camp of the Qing army like a rain of bullets.

The deafening sound of gunpowder gunpowder rang out, and you could see inside the Qing army camp opposite. The huge shields in the hands of countless armored soldiers were broken by the projectiles, and the heavy armor on their bodies burst out with streams of blood, and they staggered and were knocked to the ground one by one.

As long as they were not hit in the head, it was difficult for the Qing soldiers who were shot to die immediately, and the indescribable pain made them roll on the ground and howl, which affected their morale even more.

"Put!" The number of infantry following up behind Zhu Jiajun has reached a higher level, and regardless of whether they are aiming or not, they are firing in such a dense straight line anyway. Ten shots can only hit one Qing army, and it is also earned.

What is needed is fire suppression, so that the Qing army on the opposite side does not even have the courage and time to release arrows-

(To be continued.) )