At this time, Uerden couldn't wait to hit the stone on the side of the road with his head, and while scolding the Ming army for being cunning, he also scolded himself in his heart! After fighting for half a lifetime, I forgot to be vigilant in this kind of terrain! As soon as I thought that the camp of the Ming army was ahead, I forgot everything! However, this Ming army general is also really hateful, and he almost touched his own psychology! Not only did he go out to set up an ambush, but he also chose a location that was so easy for him to let his guard down!

"The front team becomes the back team, quickly retreat!" Although Uerden was not afraid of the Ming army, he also knew that the whole army was just hugging the road for the Ming army to shoot, which could only be a dead end. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info If you want to fight, you have to find an open place.

The arrows of the Ming army did not seem to be much, and after two showers of arrows, they began to become sparse, and a large number of stones and logs were also smashed down on Jiannu as weapons, some of which were smashed on the spot, and some were smashed off their arms and legs, lying on the road and wailing loudly. However, after a period of struggle, the Jiannu finally completed the queue and turned towards the way they came, and gradually escaped from the ambush range of the Ming army. The Ming army did not seem to want to expand the results of the battle, and did not take advantage of the situation to pursue.

Uerden soon discovered the weakness of the Ming army's ambush force, and couldn't help but laugh dumbly: it seems that this Ming dog has really reached the end of the road, and he has painstakingly set up an ambush but he can't even use enough arrows, so that the ambushed party can get out of danger so easily! It's ridiculous! Even so, there's nothing to be afraid of.

Just as Urden was thinking about whether it was time to form up and turn around to fight the Ming army, the Jiannu soldiers who were running at the front let out a scream again.

Several more overwhelming rain of arrows shot head-on towards Jiannu, and the officers and soldiers of Jiannu immediately fell in large numbers. At the same time, a torch was raised in front, and a large number of felled trees had been piled up into an improvised barricade more than half a person high, and a large number of Ming troops were waiting behind them. Immediately afterwards, a large number of Ming troops also appeared on the hillsides on both sides, and the blades in their hands glowed with a little cold light under the reflection of the firelight.

"Kill slaves!" "Kill slaves!" The shouts of the Ming army shook the heavens and the earth, revealing a fierce murderous aura. The archers kept throwing arrows.

Urden was almost so angry that the Ming army ran behind the Qing army unconsciously, and the attack again made him even more furious. He drew his sword and pointed forward, shouting, "Warriors of Manchuria! We have no way back! Rush up and kill all these despicable dogs! ”

The Jiannu soldiers who had woken up from the initial panic braved the rain of arrows from the Ming army and rushed towards the barricades and hillsides, because they had no choice, and if they did not break through the blockade of the Ming army as soon as possible, the situation would undoubtedly be worse if the Ming army behind them surrounded it later.

More than 50 white-armored soldiers from the three Manchurian Niulu joined together as usual, and rushed to the forefront as the backbone of the attack. The arrows of the Ming army were extremely lethal to these white-armored soldiers wearing triple armor. With shields in their left hands and swords in their right hands, the white-armored soldiers quickly rushed to the barricades, and then easily jumped over the half-man-high pile of trees.

"Drink! - Flutter! After the barricade, the Ming army rushed forward with the horse rejection rifles that had been prepared, and under the huge momentum of the iron guns, several white-armored soldiers who were caught off guard were stabbed in the heart, and rolled down the wooden pile with a scream.

"Drink! - "Another dense burst of spears stabbed at him, and several more white-armored soldiers rolled down. However, the rest of the white-armored soldiers took the opportunity to jump off the wooden pile, and the knives in their hands were raised high before they could stand.

"Huh!" A burst of blood mist rose behind the barricade, and the Ming soldiers who had no time to guard suddenly fell. The white-armored soldiers with angry faces were like demons from hell, letting out a terrible cry, and the blades in their hands swung like lightning towards the surrounding Ming soldiers, and blood flew everywhere they passed. Although the number of this group of white-armored soldiers was small, under their fierce offensive, the Ming army was taken by surprise, and the rest of the Jiannu soldiers also took the opportunity to start climbing over the wooden pile. …,

"Shoot the arrows! Keep firing the arrows! Pang Yue shouted loudly. The Ming army that intercepted Jiannu here was the officers and soldiers of the two infantry units of the Flying Tiger Battalion, and after the first few battles, the total number of soldiers was only a little more than 1,000. This time, in order to block Jiannu, even some of the sturdy auxiliary soldiers received weapons and were deployed behind the soldiers, but it was still difficult to face the dying struggle of seven or eight hundred true and false sword slaves. However, Pang Yue knew that he had no better choice, because the officers and soldiers of the Flying Tiger Battalion and the Zhenwei Battalion were in urgent need of a victory! Only by eliminating this Jiannu in front of them can the morale of the soldiers be re-inspired!

"Whew! - ""Whew! - "Under the unified command of the officers, the archers of the Ming army continued to shoot arrows at Jiannu, and the Jiannu soldiers also picked up their bows and arrows to fight back. Someone on both sides kept falling, but those who came after him kept making up for it.

At this time, the Ming army and Jiannu had already fought to the death around this small area around the barricades. The Jiannu soldiers, especially the white-armored soldiers, are all veterans who have been on the battlefield for a long time, and the officers and soldiers of the Zhenwei battalion are also veterans who have followed Huang Degong for many years. Therefore, this kind of fight is destined to be tragic and abnormal. The fallen bodies were scattered across the barricades, raising the half-human wooden pile a few points higher, and the blood that flowed out gradually merged into several thin streams, soaking the ground beneath their feet.

At the same time, Jiannu, who attacked the slopes on both sides, was dealt a heavier blow by the Ming army. The Ming army took advantage of the favorable terrain to continuously throw down boulders and logs, smashing the Jiannu soldiers to cry and cry for their mothers. Some of the Jiannu managed to avoid the boulders and logs and approached the Ming army's defensive line, but there were still Ming army's Rulin spears waiting for them in front. In this terrain, the spears of the Ming army could tear through the cotton armor of Jiannu almost effortlessly, and the dense spears continued to spurt forward, collecting the lives of Jiannu soldiers like cutting wheat. Later, a group of brave men desperately opened a small gap in the Ming army's defense line, and Jiannu gradually reversed the one-sided slaughter. However, due to the limited number of Jiannu soldiers who could rush up the hillside, and the Ming army was well prepared, Jiannu was never able to expand the breakthrough and achieve greater results.

"Brothers, kill all the slaves! Avenge the dead robes! Lu Qiwu, the commander of the Flying Tiger Battalion, pulled out the Yanling knife made of stainless steel from the body of a white armor, wiped the blood on his face, and shouted to the surrounding Ming officers and soldiers. It took him a lot of effort to kill that Baijia Jiannu just now, and he almost took his own life, but this hearty fight greatly stimulated his bloodthirsty desire.

"Haha, Jiannu, let me see if your necks are made of iron!" Lu Qiwu saw the right moment and slashed the blade at the neck of a Jiannu infantry soldier. After the whistling sound of the goose feather knife, an ugly human head with a rat tail in tow was thrown high into the sky, and the blood in the neck cavity splashed the faces of the people around him. Lu Qiwu didn't seem to pay much attention to his results, and after a slight glance, he aimed at the next prey.

Although after driving for most of the day, the physical strength has been a little exhausted, although the Jiannu in front of him is as crazy as a wounded wolf, but the Ming officers and soldiers are driven by hatred and take the lead of the brave, they still fight with Jiannu fearlessly. Regardless of whether the Jiannu in front of him was white armor or infantry armor, as long as there was still a trace of strength, the officers and soldiers did not hesitate to cut the blades in their hands towards the enemy's head. Killing one is enough, killing two earns one, if you are unfortunately killed by Jiannu, there are brothers behind you to avenge yourself! The banner of the Flying Tiger Battalion has been flying, and the generals are also fighting with Jiannu! What's more, in the other direction, there are brothers in the Zhenwei camp who are doing their own backup! …,

"Sons! For the sake of the Great Qing Dynasty! Kill me! Seeing that the Jiannu soldiers in front of him had never been able to make greater progress, Urden couldn't help but be a little impatient. The way out can't be opened, and there is still a Ming army behind him that has not been dispatched, like a dormant tiger staring at his every move, this feeling is not good!

I was really afraid of something, and just when Urden was nervous, a torch suddenly lit up behind Jiannu, almost illuminating half of the night sky. The sound of the neat footsteps of a large number of troops moving forward made the ground tremble, and it also made the Jiannu who were fighting with the Flying Tiger Battalion can't help but feel a chill.

"Sword and shield soldiers forward! Archers, prepare! Wang Dongri shouted loudly. The sword and shield soldiers of the Zhenwei battalion quickly moved forward, forming a shield wall with the shields in their hands, and the archers followed closely behind, lined up in several rows, and drew the bows in their hands to the full, and the arrows pointed diagonally into the air.

"Shoot the arrows!" The rain of arrows, which was far more dense than the previous two times, was overwhelmingly scattered towards Jiannu with vengeful fury. At this time, most of the Jiannu were still facing the Ming army from behind, so they were not at all defenseless. In the muffled sound of steel piercing into the flesh, the Jiannu officers and soldiers fell to the ground like dumplings.

"Put it again! Put it again! Don't be stingy with arrows, turn this place into a burial place for Jiannu! Wang Dongri greeted his soldiers with an excited face. In order to maintain the strength of the attack, the officers and men of the Zhenwei battalion concentrated almost all the arrows and saved them for use at this time. Clusters of black-pressed arrows poured down on Jiannu's head as if they didn't want money, and Jiannu's rear team nearly collapsed under the stormy blow. The traitor soldiers had already lost all their will to fight, and they threw down their weapons one after another, or lay on the ground with their heads in their hands, or hid in groups to the depths of the queue, throwing the formation of Jiannu and the Han army banner soldiers into chaos. In a fit of rage, the Jiannu soldiers swung their knives and slashed at these soft bones, and the entire Jiannu formation became even more chaotic.

At this time, beads of sweat the size of beans continued to flow down Urden's forehead. The whole army has fallen into the encirclement of the Ming army, the officers and soldiers have suffered countless casualties, and even some of the war horses have been frightened, and they are scurrying away all over the mountains.

"Lord Wang, it's our turn!" Shi Youliang hugged his fist at Wang Dongri and said eagerly. Although he couldn't see the situation of the Flying Tiger Battalion's Infantry Squadron A and B, he could also know from the fierce fighting from the front that the general and the other brothers in the battalion were under tremendous pressure.

Wang Dongri looked at the situation in front of him and nodded at Shi Youliang: "Well, Mr. Shi Qian, you can attack first!" Be careful! We, the Zhenwei Battalion, then came up to your aid. ”

Before this operation, Pang Yue considered that the Zhenwei battalion had already suffered large losses in the previous battle of Wuhu, and the casualties far exceeded the Flying Tiger battalion, so when formulating the plan, he insisted that the Flying Tiger battalion undertake most of the combat missions. In this regard, the officers and men of the Flying Tiger Battalion did not have much complaint, first, this was Pang Yue's decision, and second, the loss of the Zhenwei Battalion was obvious to all, so it was unreasonable to let this scarred brother battalion rush to the front line again to build slaves and fight hard.

"The last general obeys!" Shi Youliang replied with excitement on his face, turned around and stepped onto the war horse, and shouted to the more than five hundred cavalry of the Flying Tiger Battalion who were neatly draped behind him, "The sons and daughters of the Flying Tiger Battalion Horse Team, the generals, Lu Qian, and Cui Qianzong are leading the other robes to fight with Jiannu!" They fought hard! Now it's our turn! After speaking, he drew his saber and pointed to the sky: "Kill the slave!" ”

"Kill slaves! ——”

Five hundred swords were pointed at the night sky, like a forest of steel in the firelight.

The officers and men of the Zhenwei battalion in front quickly made way of a passage, and the cavalry of the Flying Tiger Battalion was like an unstoppable iron stream, wrapped in the cold wind of the night.