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Ye Keshu was hit by a shot, and suddenly his helmet was shattered into eight petals, and his head was also broken into a rotten watermelon.

As soon as his leader died, the others were suddenly gone, and the Tartars were not an army that could bear casualties, so they fled one after another.

But as an ambush location carefully selected by Ann**, how could the Tartars easily break through! To the west was a tall and steep mountain wall, a natural barrier that the Tartar cavalry could not climb at all. Those people who seem to be driving cars, but in fact, they are all pretending to be an ** elite soldiers, they seem to run in a hurry when the Tartars are killed, but they are actually very knowledgeable, they all retreated to the north and south, ready to hunt.

As for the chariot camp, it rushed up from the east, and the formation of encirclement on all sides had been formed, and the Tartars were difficult to fly. They first rushed towards the camp, only to be hit back by a dense stream of bullets, and even the leader died.

They had no choice but to change direction and attack the valley mouth in the north and south, trying to escape.

The Tartars swarmed forward as fast as they could, and the horses trembled as they stepped on the gravel of the valley. But as soon as they approached the valley mouth, they felt as if they had reached the surface of the sea for a moment, and the ground under their feet fluctuated strongly.

Then a huge wave of heat lifted them into the sky, and for a moment in the air, some of these Tartars were not dead, and they were desperate to see the ground crack, and in the sound of a huge explosion, the debris flew all over the sky, and their proud iron riders were easily crushed under this unparalleled power. It's as fragile as an egg.

"Why do you want to enter the customs! Why! ”

In a cry of despair, the tartars fell to the ground. It was smashed into a meatloaf and smashed into pieces. In a single round of explosions, dozens of Tartars were killed.

Immediately after that, An**'s soldiers lined up in a dense array and fired at them, and the dense rain of bullets made the Tartars fall to the ground continuously. The blazing buckshot pierced through the body, shattered the muscles and bones, and was simply unstoppable.

The Tartars had no choice but to flee in a hurry, and some tried to climb the cliffs to the west. But the heavy armor made it impossible for them to climb up at all. The gang could only turn their gaze to the east again, trying to break through the blockade of the camp.

However, at this time, the preparations of the car battalion were more sufficient, and the tiger squatted and set up the cannon, and the black muzzle of the cannon was aimed at them. Replaced with flowering shells, the lethality of artillery fire increased exponentially. Each spark exploded, and several Tartars fell to the ground.

On the flanks of the car battalion. There are still hundreds of nights that do not close, and they are all armed with short firearms, and they are not afraid at all in the face of the Tartar charge. No matter how much armor you wear, you can't stop the power of the firebolt.

Even if occasionally a Tartar breaks through the blockade. Don't be afraid, the spears and sabers in their hands are not vegetarians. After such a long time of grinding and training, these people who don't collect at night have also revealed their hideous nature.

They eat plenty of meat every day, and each of them has muscles on their bodies, which are no worse than tartars. Train every day. The calluses on his hands are layer after layer, and the roots of his thighs are often ground to a blur of flesh and blood.

It's all the same people. Are Tartars born warriors? Are Han Chinese inherently weak? When Lao Tzu's kung fu is down, it is time to slaughter you!

With a wave of the saber in his hand, a soldier struck first, and slashed at the throat of the Tartar, and suddenly blood sprayed wildly, and the eyes of the Tartar stared at the boss, and he didn't want to believe that he died in the hands of the Han people in the most proud hand-to-hand combat!

"Kill the Tartars!"

A loud roar resounded across the earth. Brave soldiers, sweat and blood, desperately slaughtered these invaders.

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On the other side, Zhun Ta is leading the people and horses to raid the people of Fengqiu, where more than 30,000 people have gathered, in the eyes of Zhun Ta, this is the biggest piece of fat.

As he traveled south, scouts kept coming to deliver letters.

"Report to your lord, outside Fengqiu City, Minggou has formed a camp more than ten miles long, all of them are ordinary people, with their families and mouths, and there are many cars. My lord, let the warriors have a good killing! ”

Zhun Ta smirked and said, "Okay, kill the Bright Dog for me, and let them know how powerful the Eight Banners are powerful!" ”

With the order of the tower, these Tartars quickly formed three arrows, and under the leadership of the bravest white swing tooth soldiers, rushed towards the camp of the people.

They raised their sabers high, they were extraordinarily arrogant, they were not engaged in a battle, but to a banquet, to come hunting!

Just as they were about to rush towards the huge camp, a neat formation suddenly appeared in front of the camp, and three zigzag phalanxes were neatly blocked in front of them.

The soldiers were all armed with neat spears, the tips of which were so cold that they stinged their eyes.

When Zhun Tower saw this scene, he was also shocked, could it be that An ** had already prepared? He suddenly drew a huge question mark in his heart!

He hurriedly took the clairvoyance and looked carefully, only to see that most of these soldiers did not have military uniforms, but were wearing ordinary people's clothes, and there was no armor on their bodies.

Obviously, these are militias, not formal armies, and although Ann ** is powerful, they are all armed with firearms. Without firearms, with only a spear, and wanting to compete with the Eight Banners Force, it is simply looking for death!

Without hesitation, Zhun Ta pointed his command knife forward: "Warriors, charge me!" ”

More than 2,000 war horses, like thunder, like a flood bursting the embankment, pressed towards the phalanx in an instant.

Kang Lesheng stared at these cavalrymen deadly, and an anxiety also rose in his heart. Although he carefully prepared a plan to lure the enemy, his troops were limited, and the most effective was only one of his battalions, plus a battalion of cars, and three hundred cavalry were transferred from Yucheng.

If you want to swallow 3,000 Tatar cavalry with this little bit of men and horses, you have to use your brains. He first concentrated the car battalion and cavalry to strike at Ye Keshu, which was Tian Ji's horse racing routine, using superior forces to deal with the opponent's weakness!

As for the task of confronting Zhun Tower head-on, it fell to him, and Kang Lesheng also knew that his troops were insufficient, so he gathered all the militia.

These militias are also often trained in peacetime, and they are even more elite than the average Ming army. But whether they can resist the charge of the Tartars, no one knows in their hearts.

"Listen, big guys, behind you are your relatives, your parents, your wives and children. Do you have the face to be a coward and a bastard in front of them? ”

"Straighten your chests, hold your weapons tightly, and remember, you are one, and as long as you stand together, no one can beat you!"

In the face of the onslaught of the Tartars, these militiamen were indeed numb, their hearts were beating, their faces were flushed, and some even felt a burst of urine.

But it's really like what Kang Lesheng said, can they retreat, can they escape, and they still have to be shameless!

They could only grit their teeth and hold on to their lives one by one, and finally the Tartar came within a hundred paces. The veterans with muskets in hand rushed out of the phalanx and fired a dense volley of guns at the Tartars.

A volley of bullets fired, and the soldiers in front of the Tartars fell under their horses like lightning strikes.

Seeing that they continued to die, these militiamen finally mustered up a little courage, it seems that the Tartars are not so difficult to deal with, thinking of this, they clung to the spear.

Hundreds of musketeers, in the face of thousands of cavalry, still seemed too thin, they only killed some Tartars, boosted morale, and the rest of the Tartars could avoid the fire of the muskets and rushed towards the phalanx.

The distance between the two sides suddenly reached within thirty paces, and everyone's hearts rose to their throats.

"Raise your gun!"

Brush!

The militia relied on instinct and raised the spear, although it was not neat, but it was a neat point, facing the tartar.

"Kill!"

The two sides collided, and the lightning was sparkling, and there was an exceptionally long time. Fu Tao only felt that the spear in his hand shook, and a huge force knocked him out for a long time.

At the moment of flying, he also noticed that his spear had stabbed the Tartar's war horse, and half of the spear head was pierced into it, and suddenly blood gushed wildly, and the war horse knelt on its front legs and fell to the ground.

Fu Tao also showed a relieved smile before he passed out.

"It's not in vain!"

Many of the soldiers in the first row were knocked away, and some even died directly, but they finally survived, and at the last moment, the spears were aimed at the Tartars, and the surging Tartars were sniped, and the dozen or so people at the front went down. Some unlucky war horses were stabbed by three or five spears, and the blood flowed like an infusion, and the knights were thrown out by the war horses, and they just fell into the forest of guns, and they were strung with sugar gourds. Of course, the sacrifice of the militia was greater, but it was worth it.

"Second row, thorns!"

The blood pricked everyone's nerves, and everyone almost closed their eyes and stabbed their spears out, and now the momentum of the Tartars was weakened a lot.

Only the bravest Tartars rushed to the third row, shouting, roaring, cutting off the spears of the militiamen, but they were also constantly pierced by their spears, losing the motivation to continue the charge.

The loss of the cavalry is equivalent to the loss of a qiē.

Kang Lesheng slapped his chest fiercely: "Good look, good militia!" ”

At this time, the firecrackers also came up from behind, all of them were experienced in combat, and at this time it was the beating of the water dogs, and they aimed their firearms at the rushing Tartars, and the Tartars were constantly killed.

A Tartar soldier with white teeth suddenly fell to the ground, and he was shot in the shoulder, and the lead bullet sent flesh and blood flying, revealing the white bones of the forest. The guy struggled to his feet, like a wounded wolf, trying to fight for his might.

Militia Wang Xiaowu was still a fifteen-year-old boy, and he didn't know where the courage came from, holding up his spear, he stabbed this white-armored soldier in the stomach at once.

"Ahh

The boy was like a calf, bursting out with great strength, pushing the handle of the gun, and rushing forward fiercely.

"Tartar, die!"

Wang Xiaowuyi ran five or six steps in a row, and the tartar fell to the ground with a bang, and he also sat on the ground.