Standing on the high slope of the big strong see really, more than 300 steps ahead, more than 500 cavalry are standing in front of the woods, one by one the armor is distinct, these armor is also inlaid with iron leaves to enhance its protective power, each person's cotton armor is nailed with thick copper nails, the general's chest is inlaid with a bright goggles, in addition to the high iron helmet red tassels, everyone's armor is bright red.

"These Tartars are all red flags." Da Zhuang, who already knew a lot about the Qing soldiers, put down the clairvoyant mirror and said to the Qian Zong beside him: "Tell the brothers, put the Tartar within one hundred and fifty steps before firing, otherwise the Tartar will be scared away." ”

In front of Zaozhuang, hundreds of stout cavalrymen were steadily on their horses, their faces were full of arrogance, because they had been running for a while, the horses under them couldn't help waving their noses, and their mouths and noses were spraying thick white gas.

One of the leaders looked at the Ming army who was waiting in front of him, with a contemptuous look on his face, and said to the people around him in Manchu: "These Han people are really stupid, so many people are evenly scattered in such a narrow strip, as long as we hit the troops and impact a place, it doesn't take a stick of incense to crush them." Sheep are sheep after all, and even if there are many of them, they can only be eaten. ”

The cavalry next to him also laughed: "What the adults said makes sense, sheep are sheep after all, no matter how many they are, they can only become a delicacy in the wolf's mouth, my lord, let's rush over and annihilate them in one fell swoop!" ”

"Don't worry, let's be careful and follow the rules." This Jia Lazhangjing was not carried away by arrogance, he found that those Ming troops had already sprinkled iron thistles in front of them, set down the horses, and were afraid that the losses would be too great if the cavalry was attacked, so he adopted a step-by-step approach.

Under his command, more than 100 Qing soldiers quickly dismounted and began to slowly press forward under the leadership of the two Fen Pashku.

Da Zhuang looked at Hua Nuan's approaching Qing soldiers, and smiled disdainfully, "These Tartars still haven't grown much, they are still the same, order the brothers to start loading, and make sure that they don't come back." ”

As he spoke, a number of Qing soldiers slowly approached the Ming army's defensive line, still with heavy armor in front and lightly armored archers behind. At this time, a group of Qing soldiers also pressed over from the other side, the front few people were extremely stout, they held a huge shield in their left hand, and a long heavy knife or a half-moon short-handled axe in their right hand, all of them were fierce and vicious, and their appearance was enough to make the child stop crying.

Seeing this, Da Zhuang was stunned for a moment, "Hey, the Tartar has also learned smartly, and he actually knows that he has attacked separately." ”

As he spoke, the Qing soldiers had approached the 160 or 70 steps of the Ming army's defense line, which was completely within the range of the riflemen, but the soldiers who had not yet received the order could only watch the Qing soldiers approaching step by step, and some sharp-eyed soldiers had even seen the appearance of the Qing soldiers.

At this moment, they did not know that the Ming army on the opposite side was already an army armed to the teeth in this era, and at this moment they were satisfied with the time, and the victory in the early stage of the pass made their hearts full of arrogance, and they were full of contempt for the Ming army that dared to stop in front of them.

Finally, a loud shout came from the camp of the Ming army: "All ready, load and load!" ”

"Whoa!" The sergeant at the front of the line immediately took out the gunpowder and began to reload the chamber.

The Qing soldiers are getting closer and closer, and now all the people can see the appearance of the Qing soldiers on the opposite side, led by a Qing soldier wearing red cotton armor, with a black tassel on his helmet, and a high back flag behind him, this person is a Qing soldier who has a share of the Pashku, only to see that he must be wearing three layers of heavy armor, and a bright heart guard on his chest is dazzling in the daytime. At this moment, he was holding a huge shield and a tiger head gun in his hand to press towards the Ming army.

Soon the Qing soldiers had already reached a distance of 100 degrees, and suddenly there was a shout on the defense line of the Ming army: "Fire!" ”

With an order, a dull burst of gunfire rang out in front of him, and Da Zhuang, who was standing at the front, saw that the giant shield in the hands of the one who rushed to the front and the dozen or so vest soldiers beside him were told that the flying projectiles were broken, and together with the heavy armor on their bodies, streams of blood immediately appeared, and they staggered and were knocked to the ground one by one.

After being promoted to a guerrilla general, Da Zhuang no longer needed to personally go to the front line to command the soldiers to open fire, and naturally there were thousands of generals and generals below to command.

Da Zhuang only heard a series of gunshots, and it wasn't long before the second command to fire sounded again.

"Second discharge!"

As the first row of riflemen stepped back, the second row stepped forward, accompanied by a puff of white smoke and a loud noise, and the Qing soldiers who rushed up were knocked to the ground with a howl, and the projectiles the thickness of the little fingers easily tore through their armor under the impetus of huge kinetic energy, and rolled violently inside them, turning their internal organs into a pile of mud.

These Qing soldiers were also experienced, and when they charged, they hid their heads in giant shields, so as not to be hit by the opponent's arrows in the most vulnerable places, and their wishes were fulfilled, because the head target was much smaller compared to the body, and few Qing soldiers were hit in the head by the projectile.

But they didn't know that the fate of those who were not hit in the head by the projectile was even worse, that the person who was shot in the body part did not die so quickly, and that an indescribable pain made them unbearable, and these vests, who were known for their bravery, could not bear it any longer, and they lay on the ground and rolled around, crying desperately.

After a Qing soldier who was shot in the abdomen, the blue-gray field flowed out, but he didn't seem to see it, staggering and struggling to lie on the cold ground and crawl towards himself, letting the blue-gray intestines drag out five or six meters behind him, and finally fell to the ground motionless, and by the time he closed his eyes, the intestines behind him were already frozen and stiff.

"Keep shooting!"

As the shooting continued, the white mist of the strongman had already filled the entire Ming army's defensive line, and the choking smoke was accompanied by the sound of coughing from time to time.

Seeing that the white eyes had blocked the view, the sound of the commanders ordering the commanders to stop shooting came from the defense line one after another.

A cold wind blew, and the white smoke dissipated a lot, but the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke was still shrouded in the air, at this time, streams of blood came from the front, and through the hazy smoke, Da Zhuang also saw the situation on the other side.

At this time, the Qing soldiers were already in a mess, due to the large number of casualties of the horse armor soldiers who rushed to the front, the auxiliaries and archers in the back were in a mess. Some of them scurried around, some rushed into the thistle, the sharp thistle stabbed into the soles of their feet, and they couldn't help but fall to the ground under the great pain, so a large number of thistles stabbed into their bodies, and under the vicious cycle, they were either stabbed to death by the sharp thistle, or were killed by the riflemen in front.

The surviving Qing archers could only shoot arrows in despair behind when they were hopeless to advance, but the arrows they shot in a hurry were not accurate, and even if they were shot, they could not shoot the target at such a distance.

The riflemen of the Ming army stood on the defensive line, watching the Qing archers put their bows and arrows in despair, but only a few arrows were shot in front of them, and finally fell weakly on the ground in front of them. Looking at the embarrassed appearance of the Qing soldiers, the soldiers raised their voices.

"Hahaha...... It's so painful. ”

Looking at the Qing soldiers fleeing in all directions, Da Zhuang laughed, the Qing soldiers at this moment suffered heavy casualties, this wave of more than 100 Qing soldiers has already suffered most of the casualties, and the remaining Qing soldiers are fleeing in all directions, and it is impossible to rush to the Ming army under the blow of the Mini rifle.

The Qing soldiers on the other side were also beaten under the blow of the Ming army, like a headless fly in front of the battle into a mess, want to shoot with a bow and arrow and a rifle, the range is too disadvantageous, the charge is to send death, and the terrain of Zaozhuang is flat and the vision is wide, the Qing soldiers have no shelter, and the Qing soldiers under the despair are chaotic in front of the battle.

Although there was a mess, the Qing soldiers still did not dare to retreat, because two hundred paces behind them, their Jialazhangjing was looking at them with cold eyes, and more than a hundred archers stood in front with longbows, and they knew that if anyone dared to retreat without permission, the arrows in their hands would shoot without hesitation.

Advancing is death, retreating is also death, the Qing soldiers under despair are almost crazy, more than a dozen auxiliary soldiers, led by several foot armor, launched a desperate charge to the Ming defense line, but the sporadic gunfire interrupted their final madness.

Under the resistance of dozens of Mini rifles, more than a dozen Qing soldiers, whether they were wearing three layers of heavy armor and holding heavy shields, or auxiliary soldiers wearing only one layer of cotton armor but with flexible bodies, could not escape the fast rate of fire of Mini bullets.

When the last gunshot passed, a hundred paces in front of the Ming army lay the corpses of more than a dozen Qing soldiers, the blood had stained the hard ground red, and some Qing soldiers who had been shot but were not dead were lying on the ground howling and rolling, creating the highest decibel sound they could make in their lives.

Under such a blow, this round of attacks by the Qing soldiers was officially declared unraveled, and the remaining twenty or so Qing soldiers stared blankly ahead, and their companions had already told them with their own blood that there was only one fate for them in the near future, and no one could escape.

At this moment, there was a dull sound of horses' hooves behind the Ming army, and a large group of cavalry was rapidly approaching from behind. ”

The person who came was Pang Gang, and I saw him solemnly order: "Let the soldiers move the horses away, and let the brothers of the cavalry attack!" ”

(To be continued)