The Ming army's position blew swans again, this time it was a hundred guns and small francs fired together, a large number of bullets of one catty or five taels, and countless lead in dense turns roared out. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In front of the Ming army camp, there seemed to be a fire, accompanied by a large stream of thick white smoke. Looking down from Liu Zhaoji, the front and middle of the camp seemed to be shrouded in smoke, and the choking smell of gunpowder smoke reached his nose.

Liu Zhaoji looked at the position of the Qing army, a large number of shield cars over there became abandoned cars in an instant, one hundred guns can hold two or three hundred leads, ten guns is two or three thousand leads, and one hundred guns is two or three thousand leads.

More than 10,000 projectiles shot away, shooting through the blinds of countless shield cars, through the leather on them, and through the thick quilts covering them. Porphyry porphyri, dense as raindrops, the shield car shattered, cotton wool flew, large strands of blood mist stirred, the Qing soldiers behind the shield car, the unarmored soldiers, planted like grass.

Bursts of lead of different sizes shot into their bodies, rampage through their bodies, and quickly stirred their internal organs, chests and abdomen. Many people clutched their stomachs, looked at the large intestine and small intestine that flowed out, and let out an inhuman howl.

Seeing that there was a great chaos at the front of Dongnu and many casualties, the general soldiers of Liaodong showed a smile on their faces, and their military merits were in hand.

The Qing army had a total of hundreds of shield cars, more than 100 in front, which were relatively well-built, but under the bombardment of the Franc machine and the Baizi gun, at least dozens of them were destroyed, and the rest were also scarred. Moreover, under the fierce artillery fire of the Ming army, the archers and pushers who had lost their cover became a pot of porridge. Hesitant to come up.

Then Liu Zhaoji frowned. The thieves behind, under the pressure of the sharp soldiers, took advantage of the smoke shrouded in their own car camp, still pushing the relatively simple shield cart behind, screaming and rushing up, and hurried into a hundred steps.

The slave's behavior was a little unusual, and it stands to reason that he should have been defeated a long time ago, Liu Zhaoji snorted coldly and continued to give orders.

The swans blew again, and the rockets of the car battalion fired in unison. The bird guns, holding the excellent bird guns on the east road, also began to prepare for battle. They are from the front of each car in the camp, where the hole is covered. Stick out one shot after another of thick bird guns that shine brightly.

These bird-screws wearing bright helmets and cotton armor are also divided into three layers, and they only shoot at those who are good at shooting in front, and the rest are on the second floor, all of which are passing and installing sub-medicines.

They looked at the Tartar shield chariots that were getting closer and closer, sweating under the scorching sun, steaming with cotton armor on their bodies, biting their cheeks, just waiting for the order of the Chinese army. Behind them. The generals and officials of all sizes are also roaring, and those who have not received orders must not be fired, otherwise they will be dealt with by military law on the spot.

Behind the gunner, the soldiers under his command were densely packed, with their heads wrapped in folded scarves, wearing short armor, holding shields, broadswords, and spears, waiting for battle.

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Some Qing soldiers flashed out of the shield carts and opened their guns, and there was a crackling sound. However, the Ming army still ignored it, and the Tartar soldiers liked to lure me with false guns the most, but in fact, they were all empty bullets. As soon as they fired, they would rush up. The subordinates of Liu Zhaoji, the general soldier of Liaodong, have been in contact with the Qing army for a long time. They knew everything about them, and the soldiers just listened to the orders of the Chinese army.

The swans blew again. The Ming army's position was on fire again, a large stream of smoke erupted, the sound of guns roared, and some Qing archers who had time to cover up in the future shot out blood arrows from their chests and fell backwards.

The bird guns on the east road are powerful, and at this distance, the shutter quilts of many Qing army's shield cars are also penetrated, not to mention the relatively simple shield cars behind, and the archers and pushers behind the shield are constantly hit by the projectiles that penetrate the shield cars, and they fall down one by one screaming.

Liu Zhaoji looked at it cordially on the top of the mountain, and his face full of wind and frost was smiling, and this Jingbian Army's bird gun was a good envoy, and he continued to give orders.

The sound of the swans sounded again, and the salvo of hundreds of fire cymbals began again, and the dense fire guns poked out of the shutter holes, spraying large puffs of gunpowder smoke in front of them. …,

In the smoke, I saw the Tartars over there rushing into a pot, and their bows and arrows had a range of fifty paces, how could they compare with the bird guns made by the East Road? For a while, he couldn't fight back just after being beaten.

However, the drums of the Qing army were endless, and a large number of archers, under the cover of the shield car, still pressed towards the Ming army car camp.

By this time, they could finally shoot arrows, but there were hidden signs, and they couldn't see the situation in the Ming army's car camp, so they all drew their bows and arrows and shot back in the direction of the car camp.

The sound of the bowstring was loud, and the dense arrows flew towards the Ming army car camp, and the gunners and gunners were close to the cover, and the cold weapons men in the rear were closely erecting their shields.

The arrows fell high, wave after wave, and some soldiers were still injured, but Liu Zhaoji thought it was very worthwhile, how could there be no casualties in a war with the Tartars, and looking at the exchange ratio, his side had a great advantage.

At this time, the shield chariots of the Qing army were forced to the place in front of the camp to resist the horses. However, in order to move these rejecting horses, it is necessary to dodge out of the shield cart and pull, which happens to become a big target for your own army.

The Ming army continued to shoot at them, knocking them to the ground, coupled with the Franco, rockets were fired from time to time, and in the mutual fire between the two sides, the Qing archers did not have the slightest advantage, and they could not advance an inch within 50 paces of the car camp, and suffered heavy casualties.

There was a cheer on the top of the mountain, and at this time, he could say that he had won, and this time the battle was quite a great military achievement, and he was afraid that the beheading could exceed two hundred.

Finally, the Qing army realized that relying on shield chariots and bows and arrows, it was impossible to attack the Ming army chariot camp that dared to fight, their drums sounded, and many shield chariot archers retreated to dodge.

Soon after, smoke and dust rose up, and a large number of heavily armored Manchuria inlaid with red flags and white flags drove a large number of horses to the Ming army chariot camp.

The eyes of these horses were covered with black cloth, and behind a large number of horses, there were two banners of dead soldiers wearing heavy armor, and there were Baya soldiers with bright helmets and bright armor, and then they wanted to charge the battle with horses? The general soldiers of Liaodong frowned, the capital under this tartar is too big, and they are willing to take the wrong medicine today?

Seeing these heavy horsemen rushing over, the face of the Ming army in the camp finally changed greatly, and then a general on the top of the mountain shouted: "Great commander, the Tartars have attacked from the left and right flanks!" ”

Liu Zhaoji hurriedly looked. Sure enough, the left and right fronts of the car camp. There are smoke and dust billowing, a large number of Qing cavalry, outflanked from both sides, Liu Zhaoji's face sank like water, snorted coldly, there are many cavalry on his side, he is not afraid, immediately point up the two generals, each leading 1,500 cavalry to fight, be sure to keep the safety of the wings.

Look at the car camp directly ahead. Nearly 2,000 thieves and slaves rode heavily, and the general soldiers of Liaodong looked solemn, it seems that there will be a hard battle today.

In the Qing cavalry charge, the swan of the Ming army car camp made a loud noise. The guns and artillery rang out in unison, the Franc planes, rockets, and wheels of the car battalion were endless, and the Qing soldiers and horses kept fighting.

Although it was not easy to reload, nearly half of the special car battalion's baizi guns were still fully loaded, and they fired a salvo of horses, beating the horses and heavy horses rushing in front, and knocking down a large area. The people shouted that the horses neighed, and a large number of blood-soaked frightened horses rushed wildly.

However, under the control of those dead soldiers, the rolling men and horses still rushed towards the car camp.

The bird gunners of the Che battalion carried out three more rounds of salvos, but under the power of the Qing heavy cavalry, these three rounds of salvos, neat and firing density, were not as good as the previous face of the Qing shield car. After all, although they dare to fight, they have discipline and combat power. It is far from being comparable with the Jingbian Army.

The blindfolded Qing people and horses went on a rampage, rushed away from the rejected horses in front of them, and rushed towards the chariots. They couldn't see the spears in front of the chariot, and they were particularly frenzied. Fearless of death, booming loudly. In the earth-colored eyes of the Ming army, he rushed away from the chariot and went straight into the chariot camp. …,

The dead soldiers and sharp soldiers in the rear were also screaming and coming straight into the car camp.

"Kill slaves!"

Liu Zhaoji was red-eyed, grabbed a drummer's side, and played the drum himself.

"Kill the Tartars!"

In the fierce sound of war drums, the pikemen, big stick hands, and sword and shield hands behind the guns screamed and pounced.

The spearman stabbed the thief in his hand and the horse down, and the big stick hand greeted the heads of the horses and the heads of the tartars wrapped in heavy armor. The sword and shield men followed closely behind the pikemen, and behind the sword and stick soldiers, they shouted wildly to fill the gap.

For a while, the battle was bloody, and several car camps that were washed away were densely packed with the Qing army and the Ming army.

The spears stabbed wildly, the big sticks and knives slashed and chopped, the narrow space, there was very little room to play, except for the thorn and the thorn, except for smashing and smashing, under the scorching sun, the smell of blood spread, and the hot blood kept flowing out of each other's warriors, moistening the dry land.

I didn't expect the Ming army to be so tenacious, and after rushing to the camp, they still fought to the death and did not retreat, and those Qing people were hesitant for a while. After they rushed into the camp, they also lost the advantage of their horses, and there was no other way but to dismount and fight hand-to-hand faces.

When the Qing people's heavy armor continued to pour in, and the battle was at a fever pitch, Liu Zhaoji, the chief soldier of Liaodong, personally led his family to participate in the battle.

The Qing people were heavily armoured, the knife could not be cut, the spear could not penetrate, and when he encountered his mace, there was only one way to die, and he was constantly smashed into pulp.

Aha, Liu Zhaoji roared angrily, the heavy mace hit straight down, and a red flag in front of him subconsciously raised a leather shield.

There was a loud bang, and the shield was torn apart, flesh and blood were splashed, and the sound of broken bones crackled, and Pashku's left hand was completely broken.

At the fracture, Bai Sensen's bones were revealed.

"Ah~~~"

Pashku snorted loudly and screamed in pain.

"Die, Tartar!"

Liu Zhaoji's eyes were red, and he let out another loud roar, and the heavy mace hit his head. The blood mist flew, and Pashku's head exploded, and his upper body became sparse, and blood shot in all directions. He was caught in the chariot and died as he stood in a non-human form.

The main general was so brave that the Ming army under his command was all greatly invigorated, and followed closely behind the general army of Liaodong, shouting and killing the enemy.

Not only that, the heavy armor of the Qing people who entered the gap in the car camp, in addition to facing the cold weapons of the Ming army, also had to prevent the nearby Ming army guns from howling and shooting at them. These Ming army gunners were sneaky, using the cover of knives and guns to constantly bombard them.

With the roar of the birds, the flames were full of smoke and smoke, and the round lead kept running towards them, easily breaking through their heavy armor, tearing their bodies, rolling and crashing inside them, bringing them great pain.

The powerful impact force also caused the person who was shot to stumble and roll, and then looked at the blood arrows that were constantly spraying on his body, knelt on the ground, or lay on the ground and cried and howled.

No matter how heavy the armor is, no matter how luxurious the equipment, there is only a dead end in the face of the bird gun on the east road at close range.

This kind of gun is the gun used by the damn Wang Doujun back then, how can the Ming army also have it? Some people recalled the painful experience of facing the guns and artillery of the Jingbian Army, and fear surged up, dragging their own intestines and intestines, screaming and scurrying around.

Seeing that even if they attacked the Che camp, the Ming army would not collapse, and their own casualties continued to increase, such an exchange ratio was unbearable for them. Finally, the sound of Mingjin closing the troops came from the large array of the Qing army, and the Qing attacking team retreated like a tide, and even the cavalry attacking the two wings also retreated.

Seeing them retreat, the Ming army's position cheered, how dare Liu Zhaoji give up?

He personally led the family to chase and kill hundreds of steps, and did not let the Qing prisoners take away the wounded and dead in front of the battle. Sure enough, during the escape, those Qing people didn't care about the wounded and corpses, so that the Liaodong general soldiers successfully cut off a large number of heads. …,

Amid the cheers and shouts of his subordinates, Liu Zhaoji and his family members returned to the camp with a large number of victorious heads.

At this time, the camp was covered with blood, and the moans of the wounded were everywhere. He was full of pride and joy in his heart, this battle was roughly estimated that his own beheading exceeded more than 400 levels, which was an unprecedented victory, how could he not make Liu Zhaoji excited?

Looking at his subordinates, they are all smiling, with 10,000 against 10,000, their own side has won a big victory, even if the Tartars use the heavy armor horses to charge into battle, they still fail, how not to let the generals jump, Tartars, but so!

A close general shouted: "Dashuai, the Tartars fled to Nanshan, did they chase and kill?" ”

"Chase, chase, chase!"

The entire Ming army position screamed wildly, Liu Zhaoji hesitated slightly, and then shouted: "If the Tartars want to escape, how can it be so easy?" Sons, follow me to chase and kill the enemy! ”

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The general army of Liaodong, who won the battle, shouted wildly and chased in the direction of the Qing army's defeat and escape, hoping to make great contributions in one go.

However, Liu Zhaoji was still cautious, chasing with cavalry first, and the infantry army was launched with a chariot battalion, cutting down some fleeing Tartar infantry along the way, and seizing a lot of weapons and baggage.

The army pursued until the foot of Jiama Mountain in the north of Xingshan, but saw the remnants of the defeated generals with red flags and white flags gathered on a small hill, they had no shield carts, and arranged their formations with shields, big swords, bows and arrows, and spears, and waited for them strictly.

The Ming army laughed wildly, the feng shui took turns, and it was the turn of the Tartar soldiers to strictly guard.

Liu Zhaoji snorted coldly, secretly thinking that his own side would attack with a car camp, and the Tartars would not be able to stop their own guns even if they stood in the mountains.

Liu Zhaoji was about to give the order to attack, but suddenly he was stunned, and then his face was like earth: "It's not good, the Tartars have a red cannon here!" ”

He suddenly saw, and could clearly see, that there was a large mountain next to this small mountain. On the top of the mountain, one after another large and small Hongyi artillery trucks were densely launched, and the muzzle of the gun was facing its own car camp.

And their own car battalion was less than a mile away from their gun trucks.

"There are ambushes!"

As soon as Liu Zhaoji shouted this sentence, it was like the ground shaking the mountains, and at the big mountains, the thunderous cannons were endless, the thick white smoke was rising, and the Qing army cannons were whistling in.

The Qing army's chariot battalion, which needed to use heavy cavalry and horses to break away, seemed vulnerable under their artillery. The whistling cannonballs kept crashing into the chariots, easily shattering them.

Under the heavy artillery fire, the chariots were torn apart, and sharp debris flew sideways, bringing serious casualties to the gunners behind them.

With a loud bang, a large iron ball weighing more than ten catties happened to smash on a chariot, and with a "boom", the shutter and the hard vehicle material exploded, and the iron ball was wrapped in countless spikes and broken branches, sweeping this piece of the Ming army, at least more than ten people were bleeding, rolling on the ground and howling.

Another heavy cannon fell into the infantry position behind the chariot, and the big iron ball shot over, and at least a row of more than 20 people were broken and severed by the iron ball, and the blood mist flew......

The Ming troops in the car battalion and the infantry battalion screamed loudly and became a mess......

"The Red Cannon is indeed sharp!"

On the big mountain, there were several Qing generals standing, looking at the tragic situation of the Ming army under the mountain, everyone was excited, but also had palpitations.

Fortunately, it was the Ming army that was hit, if it was its own army......

Behind these Qing generals, the hills and slopes behind the mountains were full of fine horses. Looking at the armor and flags, there are Manchuria inlaid red flags, inlaid white flags, red flags, white flags, and blue flag sergeants, and the knights of each flag are steadily on their horses, and their eyes are flashing, full of blood-devouring light. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to (.) to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support is my biggest motivation. )