Chapter 116: Blood spills on the Yellow River

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In close combat, people kept falling, blood stained the shore, and the red liquid flowed into the Yellow River, adding a strange color to the river.

The Qing army has been fully pressed, Sun Long has fought desperately, and the tide-like crowd rushed to the defense line of An **. Both the recruits and the veterans did their best.

Hou Sanhuai had already shot all the arrows in the quiver, and his two shoulders were sore, numb and painful, as if they were not his own, but he still held his waist knife tightly and slashed towards the Qing army.

As long as he stands, as long as he still has a breath, as long as he can still move, he has to stab the gun in his hand, Kang Dali has already stabbed three Qing troops. The gun in his hand pierced into the stomach of the Qing army's vest, and his arms were forced, desperately sending the head of the gun in.

But this vest was infinitely powerful, screaming and abandoning the hand axe, and clutching the head of the spear, both sides gritted their teeth and wrestled desperately.

In an instant, suddenly the barrel of the gun could not bear it, and the fine hardwood broke in the middle. Kang Dali's body suddenly rushed forward, the vest was like a fierce beast with red eyes, and a pair of bloody hands ignored the half of the gun on the stomach, desperately grabbing Kang Dali. Kang Dali's eyes also showed a look of fear, the guy in front of him was even more terrifying than the most ferocious bear he had ever encountered!

Kang Dali was hesitating, the bloody hands had already arrived in front of him, and from the other party's throat, a strange scream came out, and in an instant Kang Dali felt that the blood all over his body had coagulated.

At the critical moment, the blade flickered, and a waist knife slashed through from a strange angle, right on the eye of the vest. The wound is not deep. However, he cut the corneas of both eyes, and all the fluid in them flowed out.

The fatal wound on the eye is far more fragile than elsewhere. This vest seemed to be crazy, blindly waving its fists and beating around.

It was Hou Sanhuai who made the shot, and he chose to attack his eyes, but he had already used up all his strength.

The horse armor punched the knife right on the body, and Hou Sanhuai's waist knife flew out and took two or three steps back. A butt sat on the ground.

At this time, Kang Dali also came to his senses, his pupils were congested, and he shouted: "Dog Tartar." Go to hell! ”

Holding half of the barrel of the gun firmly in both hands, it suddenly turned, and the tip of the gun turned into a meat grinder, and the intestines and stomachs were all minced. Blood and guts poured out. The vest finally crashed to the ground.

"Good job, boy!"

Kang Dali didn't care about the stinky blood on his body, and said with a smile: "Let you still look down on the recruits!" ”

During the hard battle, the musketeers finally finished loading, and they poured up from the gaps, and the neat rows of gunfire formed a life-threatening charm on the battlefield, and the casualties of the Qing army began to increase sharply.

Spearmen and shieldmen shield their shields to shield incoming arrows. And the firecracker just shot, and the mill of flesh turned. The fierce momentum of the Qing army was finally suppressed.

Kang vigorously helped Hou Sanhuai on the ground, and grabbed a spear stained with blood.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

On the battlefield, An**'s shouting was like thunder, everyone was fighting with their lives, and there were more and more casualties in the Han Army Banner, and even those Eight Banner soldiers couldn't bear it, and retreated step by step.

This time, the person in charge of commanding the Eight Banners is Haoge's subordinate, Mel Zhangjing Ya Rambu, this guy is among the Eight Banners, and he is also notorious. His biggest feature is that his arms are larger than ordinary people, and they are thick and strong, somewhat like chimpanzees. His special physical condition gave him an advantage in bows and arrows, and Yalambu was a famous archer who could wear Yang in a hundred steps.

Seeing the stalemate on the battlefield, Yalambu was very annoyed, An**'s morale was getting higher and higher, if it continued like this, they would not only not be able to grab food, but also lose the battle!

Thinking of this, Yalambu gritted his teeth and waved his hand to call over a whole elite of the Qing army in Niulu.

"Follow me and break through the flank of the Ming Dog!"

More than 300 elite horsemen, the dead soldiers in double armor were in front, and the sharpshooters with bows and arrows were behind, and they were like a whirlwind, blowing towards the right flank of An **.

The Qing army soon entered the range of firearms, and a dense volley of guns came over, and in front of the projectiles, regardless of the Manchurian and Han, these fierce Eight Banner soldiers were also vulnerable, and they fell off their horses one after another.

However, there were only 60 musketeers on the right flank, and the rain of bullets was not dense enough at all, and the Qing army approached quickly. In the midst of the chaos, a firecracker actually loaded two gunpowders. At the moment of ignition, the fire bolt exploded, iron splattered everywhere, and his hands were blown into a bloody blur. The piece of iron that flew out also cut through the skull of the firecracker next to him, blood flowed down, and one eye was dyed red.

The firecrackers were in a commotion in an instant, but Yalambu seized the opportunity, and the Qing army rushed to within thirty paces, and the archers stood on the ground, and a rain of arrows was fired.

The ferocious heavy arrows were aimed at the soldiers' faces, and the soldiers who were hit by the arrows fell to the ground one after another, wailing in pain.

Taking advantage of the confusion of the firecrackers, the Qing army got closer and closer, even within ten paces. At this time, the fire gun is worse than the burning stick, so they can only retreat one after another.

And the new army behind it was exposed in front of the Qing army. The Qing army did not look at the new army at all, they were just tender prey.

"Little cubs, suffer your death!"

The Qing army rushed up, and it was Kang Lesheng who was in charge of this sentry recruit, who had already gritted his teeth and rattled, and the joints of his clenched gun were white.

"Kill!"

With a burst of applause, dozens of guns stabbed out together, like a forest of guns. The war horses of the Qing army had been lowered by the firecrackers, and they could not directly break through the gun, and in an instant, more than a dozen horses were stabbed, blood gushed, and all the knights above fell.

When the Qing troops behind saw this scene, they all gritted their teeth, simply jumped off their horses, waved the weapons in their hands, and rushed towards the new army.

Tartars come in a variety of weapons, including knives, guns, maces, axes, sticks, and strange things, such as oversized scythes, long-handled hammers, and so on.

But don't look at the chaos, but everyone's skills are very good, they often dare to attack the Ming army with hundreds of people, and they are often victorious. For a long time. These Qing troops were extremely arrogant, and there was no one in their eyes. Although He Luo would be beheaded by Gu Zhenhua, more than a thousand Eight Banner soldiers were made into Jingguan. But they just took it as a fluke.

But this time they had a hard time, and these recruits could not compare to them in anything, but there was only one thing, and that was strong discipline!

Gu Zhenhua's crazy training finally took effect at this time, and the recruits were like a forest of spears, and every shot they stabbed out was closely coordinated. At the drop of a hat.

Although these Qing soldiers were skilled in martial arts and experienced, they were able to block a gun. They can dodge two, but when they get to the third, they have a hard time. If you pierce five guns at the same time, you can only ask for more blessings.

In an instant, more than a dozen Qing soldiers were stabbed to the ground. Blood splattered. Kang Lesheng calmed down a lot.

"Brethren, there is no one great in the Tartars, kill!"

The recruits also put aside their fears and fought bravely, and even blocked the attack of the Qing army, and thirty or forty Tartars died at their hands. Xie Bin, who had been watching the battle, was also surprised, he didn't expect that these young people would not be able to play such a big role, he was simply overjoyed.

But soon Xie Bin also had a problem. After all, the recruits have a single tactic and only have long guns. Lack of shields for covering. The commander of the Qing army quickly grasped this weakness and commanded the iron cavalry to clash left and right, disrupting the formation of the new army. The archers then fired fiercely, and more and more recruits fell.

Kang Lesheng was also hit by an arrow, and the entire right wing was shaky.

"Follow me and kill all the Tartars!"

"Kill all the Tartars!"

Xie Bin took the lead in killing, and they quickly fought with the Qing army, raising knives and guns at the same time, roaring, shouting and scolding, endlessly, everyone tried their best, killing red eyes.

Food, the Qing army is determined to get! Ann ** is dead and can't let go!

At every moment on both sides, someone is falling. Man gradually turned into a beast, killing like a machine.

Sun Long also tried his best to desperately command the Han army flag to press, these traitors who turned their backs on their ancestors seemed to want to show his bravery at this moment, desperately rushing to kill.

An ** was in a hurry on the whole line, Xie Bin and Yalambu also fought together, and the two sides raised their swords together, like smashing and ramming, and sparks collided.

The battle has entered a white heat, and God seems to be against An ** at this moment, from the beginning of the battle, the sky has been gloomy, and it is getting more and more stuffy, more and more cloudy.

Finally, at the juncture of more than an hour of fighting, the first drop of rain fell from the sky. Then the crackling raindrops fell, the Tianhe River burst its banks, the river flowed backwards, and the rain became heavier and heavier.

The fire rope was extinguished one after another, and An**'s biggest reliance was on firearms, and now that the fire bolt has failed, how can they still fight with the Tartars!

Yalambu was ecstatic, and he shouted excitedly: "Minggou is finished, kill them all!" ”

The Qing soldiers surged up, more and more soldiers fell to the ground, and Xie Bin was also stabbed twice in the shoulder and chest, and he was already shaking.

"My lord, the grain can't fall into the hands of the Tartars, give the order, scuttle the grain ship!" Kang Lesheng wiped the rain from his face and said loudly.

Xie Bin gritted his teeth and nodded with difficulty: "Sink the grain ship, don't give Tartar a grain of grain!" ”

Kang Lesheng got the order, hurriedly beckoned the recruits, and ran to the side of the boat.

"Listen, the boatman listens, my lord has an order, scuttle the grain ship!"

"Scuttle the grain ship!"

Hearing this order, the shipwrights, and even quite a few soldiers, showed shocked expressions.

"Can't be chiseled, this is white food, how many lives can be saved, but it can't be wasted!"

A sturdy boatman suddenly grabbed a wooden stick and rushed in front of Kang Lesheng.

"Sir, we are all fighting with the Tartars, even if our lives are gone, we can't lose food!"

Kang Lesheng suddenly slapped the boatman twice, hitting him with Venus. Before he could understand what was going on, Kang Lesheng slapped himself twice with his backhand, and blood foamed from the corners of his mouth.

"I feel more sorry for food than you, and it is precisely because I know the importance of food that I can't leave it to the tartars!"

The boatmen finally calmed down, shouted tears one by one, took various tools, and went to the cabin. The first yellow river rushed in, and the great ship laden with grain slowly sank, one after the other......

Just when everyone was in despair, suddenly from the rain curtain in the distance, a cavalry rushed out and was about to kill the battlefield. (To be continued......)