The trenches of the Ming army have always been used to block the cavalry charge. Over the years, the Ming army has become more and more afraid of the Qing army's Eight Banners field battle, and can only rely on the fortified city to defend, so the use of this trench tactic has become more and more refined.

But the trenches we see today are different from those of the past. In the past, the trenches were shallow and wide, so it was necessary to make the Qing cavalry stop the pace of reunion and have to abandon their horses and fight on foot. But today's ditches are so deep and wide that people hide in them, and they can't see them from the outside.

At the same time that the banner soldiers of the Han army were wondering, their footsteps had already come to the edge of the trench. The original people had already jumped into the trench, and at that moment, there were Ming soldiers guiding them to retreat in the direction of the trench. Some of the banner soldiers of the Han army in civilian clothes were secretly happy, and hurriedly jumped down, trying to sneak into the camp and turn the world upside down, but they didn't expect that just after jumping down, they were hit by a stick and beat the cotton hat on their heads.

"The two Tartars have mixed in, everyone be careful!" shouted similar words in his mouth, but the Ming soldiers were merciless, and the sharp blades stabbed from all directions, and in an instant, those Han army banner soldiers who were hidden among the people were cut to the ground.

As soon as the ranks of the people all entered the trench, a group of Ming troops immediately poured out at the other end of the trench, and aimed all kinds of firearms in their hands at the Han Army Banner Brigade that followed closely.

After a deafening sound, the Shaanxi soldiers who operated the firearms couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised, the shoddy firearms that no one wanted to use in the first place had become so cool and easy to use after the craftsmen in the Zhongdu Army were deployed.

After a round of firecrackers, a swarm of bees, the little general's bronze cannon, rocket guns, and sub-mother cannons all appeared. The newly redeployed firearms were immediately unmatched in their power.

The Han Army Banner Brigade charged more than 2,000 people. It is almost the strength of seven Niu Lu, of which there are two of them, one full and one Han. Manchu's name is Dorolon, and he is a soldier of Duoduo, a serious man with a white flag. Whenever he goes out into battle, he always has to bring more than 20 of his own personal guards, all of whom are elite soldiers with white flags, driving the Han army flag to move forward.

In his eyes, this Han military flag is purely the vanguard cannon fodder of the army, and these Han people have no morale. It's like a herd of cattle and sheep. They were born to be slaves of the Manchus, they were hardworking, hard-working, and ingenious, and all the characteristics were suitable for becoming Manchu slaves. Because. They really don't have the slightest bit of bravery. Such people, etc. It can only be used as a shield and paving stone for the army when charging.

Today, Dorolon and his own soldiers rushed to the center of the line as usual, constantly waving their horsewhips to drive the Han soldiers forward. As long as there is a slight slackness, the steel knives in the hands of the guards will fall mercilessly.

Seeing that he was about to rush to the camp of the Ming army, Dorolon couldn't help but be ecstatic. It is said that this Lu madman is so good at fighting, and now it seems that he is not enough, and now he has rushed to the edge of the camp, and as soon as he enters the camp, with those weak southerners, how can he block the elite soldiers of the Eight Banners who are approaching in a flash, it seems that today's success is none other than himself.

Thinking of this, the whip in Dorolon's hand swung more vigorously, urging the soldiers to run forward.

Unexpectedly, before he turned around, he heard a violent sound in his ears. Then a large stream of smoke filled the air, and Dorolon was shocked, knowing that it was the firearm of the Ming army, but he was also afraid that it was the kind of terrifying firearm that attacked the Han army's banner camp that night, so he was agile and lay on the ground.

When he raised his head after tying the face scarf, he found that the team charging in front of him was much sparser, and the soldiers of the Han Army Banner were swept down in a large area, and even the other Han Army Banner beside him was really angry and out of breath.

Dorolon took a deep breath to make sure it wasn't the poison gas of the day, and then he was relieved, and then he was furious. The southerners were really treacherous, they actually let go of the people in front of them and launched a counterattack directly against the Han army banner.

There was already a wide trench in front of him, and Dorolong simply threw away the leather whip in his hand, drew his sword from his waist, and beckoned his guards to drive the Han soldiers and soldiers to rush forward without stopping.

The Ming army took a good time to move out more firearms, and they couldn't help but say that they shot towards the Han army flag.

With a loud "tom", I saw that dozens or even hundreds of fire dragons suddenly rushed out of the position of the Ming army, shooting straight towards the Han Army Banner Brigade, falling into the formation, bursting in an instant, iron nails and small stones splashed everywhere, and the soldiers of the Han Army Banner were like the grass swept by a hurricane, and in the blink of an eye, a large figure staggered and fell.

Dorolon felt a chill under his ribs, knowing that he had been shot, but he also knew that the Ming army had this kind of firearm, but if it didn't hit the vital point, it wouldn't affect the combat power too much. A fierce aura arose, and at that moment, he brandished his sword and strode into the trench of the Ming army.

As soon as he entered the trench, several Ming soldiers surrounded him, and Dorolon secretly sneered, and he was impenetrable with a sword dance, and he actually blocked the siege of five or six Ming soldiers with his own strength.

In a moment, the guards and banner soldiers of the Han army who followed behind jumped into the trench one after another, and the Ming army could only retreat.

Doronlong was overjoyed, and despite the wounds on his body, he led his men to the depths of the trench as if they were not dying.

The Ming army did not love the war, turned around and ran back, which is very consistent with Dorolon's long-term understanding of the Ming army.

Dolgon saw that the Han army banner had finally entered the trench, and the follow-up men and horses were constantly catching up, and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. Although the Ming army was treacherous, in front of the Qing army, which had absolute superiority, it was only a lingering breath, and I thought they would have some tricks, but I didn't expect it to be so vulnerable.

Therefore, Dolgon immediately ordered the elite infantry of the Eight Banners to enter the battle, striving to go down with a drum and not give the Ming army the slightest respite.

Tan Tai shouted for an order, and then pressed on with three thousand eight banner foot soldiers.

Dorolon didn't dare to slack off, and the Han army banner soldiers continued to kill in the depths of the trenches, although they also had the heart to rush to the ground to kill, but these trenches were wide and fatal, just like a miniature version of the city wall, over one after another. The height of the man is a problem, so it is too much time to waste, and it is easy to be hit by the firearms of the Ming army. So. At this time, I had to follow the direction of the trench.

But after running for a while, something was wrong. In the blink of an eye, all the Ming soldiers in front of them were gone, and even the road in front of them was sealed by wooden fences and stone slabs. From time to time, dark arrows were shot from unexpected angles, and the casualties of the Han army flag rose in a straight line.

Dorolon had to shout loudly and beckoned the soldiers to climb out of the trench by ladder, but he didn't expect that there were many hidden sword and shield hands of the Ming army, as soon as the Qing army showed its head, several steel knives were cut in an instant, and the bloody head fell to the ground, and no one could successfully climb out of the trench. It was only then that Dorolon realized that something seemed to be wrong with the battle, but it was too late to retreat back at this time.

With a trumpet cannon sounded. The Shaanxi soldiers threw hundreds of miniature versions of 10,000 enemies into the trenches. These are a simplified version of the 10,000 enemies. The shell of sun-dried yellow mud is filled with a small amount of gunpowder and a large amount of oil sludge and other flammable materials, and after the fuse is ignited, it is thrown into the trench. When you land, it was a raging flame. Within a moment. The entire trench area was a sea of fire.

The Ming soldiers on the trench quickly withdrew. But looking at this hellish scene on earth, everyone turned pale.

Countless figures cloaked in flames fled helplessly through the trenches, and as a result, the flames were drawn to many more. The remaining banner soldiers of the Han army only hated their parents for missing a leg, and scrambled to retreat towards the way they came. There was a strange smell of roasted meat wafting through the trenches, but it was disgusting.

Dorolon was protected by the guards around him, so he was lucky not to be burned by the flames, but the guards around him were all engulfed in flames, and after a while, only a pile of coke remained.

Dorolon's eyes were torn apart, and his wounds were even more bloody, but as if he didn't feel pain, he cut down two Han banner soldiers who were scurrying with their heads, and used their corpses as a ladder to jump out of the trench with one arrow step.

As soon as he got out of the trench, he was surrounded by three sword and shield men, Dorolon looked like a mad tiger, and he just smashed through the defensive formation composed of the Ming army's round shields with his body, and when he cut down the three Ming troops, he was about to turn around and escape.

But he didn't guard against a cold wind behind him, and Dorolon was short, and finally dodged the fatal blow. But the weapon behind him was very strange, and it drooped slightly, and immediately several sharp blades were placed on Dorolon's shoulders.

Dorolon was startled, and hurriedly broke free, and with a "snort", the weapon actually ripped several strips of flesh off his shoulder.

Dorolon endured the pain and took two steps forward before looking back. In the thick smoke of gunpowder, three more Ming soldiers appeared, a rattan player, a knife player, and a person who should have just attacked him, with a long weapon in his hand, the head is a gun blade, and behind the gun blade is something similar to a nail rake, stretching out several sharp blades, under the reflection of the firelight, it is chilling.

"This Tartar is an official! Be careful, don't mess with his head! The officer with the strange weapon explained to his two companions.

"Don't worry, Lord Qiu, brothers can save it!"

As soon as the words fell, the rattan player and the knife hand immediately rushed towards Dorolon, the rattan card was in front, blocking Dorolon's chopping, and the knife hand was hidden behind, constantly stabbing from different directions, teasing, chopping, and slashing, and for a time Dorolon was in a hurry. But such a tactic suddenly reminded him of a bloody battle in the Hunhe River a few years ago.

At the time of that battle, Dorolon was still a personal guard by Duoduo's side, although he had not personally participated in the battle, but he heard many old soldiers mention a team of fierce soldiers in the Ming army, and they blocked several attacks of the elite of the Eight Banners with their flesh and blood, as if those old soldiers had mentioned it in their mouths, similar to the attack methods of the Ming soldiers in front of them.

Having just blocked the attack of the knife hand, Dorolon couldn't help but be a little scrambling, and he had to be careful of the impact of the rattan player. On top of the trench, the smoke filled, and the steps under his feet were staggered.

The knife hand poked from below, Dorolon jumped up, before he landed, above the rattan card, the strange weapon was smashed down without a head, Dorolon had to raise the knife to block, and immediately the blade was again covered by the shoulder, and under a mistake, he was slammed in the chest by the rattan player, and immediately fell backwards.

As soon as the strange weapon was a little forced, the blade immediately sank into his shoulder, and suddenly Dorolon cried out in pain, but the swordsman jumped out from behind the rattan hand silently, and slashed down, Dorolon's screams came to an abrupt end, and a bloody head was held in the arms of the swordsman like a baby. (To be continued......)