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The battle began at noon, and when the cavalry started the first wave of impact, Gu Zhenhua clearly felt that this was a very different battle.

Wu Sangui has already taken out the most powerful posture, and he wants to fight to the death!

Gu Zhenhua instantly burned with a strong fighting spirit, regardless of his character, Wu Sangui is indeed a strong opponent. Moreover, after the Manchu Qing Dynasty entered the customs, the Eight Banners were degrading to a degree that could be seen with the naked eye, and as long as a few years passed, the fierce Tartars were not to be worried.

In the late Southern Ming Dynasty, it was these traitors who really charged for the Manchu Dynasty, and Wu Sangui was the leader of the traitors!

If you can kill Wu Sangui, for the Manchu Qing Dynasty and the whole world, maybe the effect is more important than Duoduo!

Gu Zhenhua let out a long breath, and with a wave of his hand, he called Wu Kaijie.

"Pass my order, tell sù all, today's battle, only forward, not backward, the dead of the war deserve to enjoy the martial temple, to be worshiped by all generations. Those who escaped were immediately beheaded, and the whole family was enslaved. There are those who capture Wu Sangui alive, and there are those who have obtained the traitor level, Feng Bo! Ten thousand taels of silver! ”

Wu Kaijie still doesn't understand, Gu Zhenhua is ready to fight to the end with Wu Sangui, and he is also full of enthusiasm.

"Grandpa Guo, Wu Sangui is full of evil, dare to resist the heavenly soldiers, he should also go to hell!"

Wu Kaijie immediately flew out and went to convey the order.

At this time, on the battlefield, the battle became more and more brutal. From the very beginning, the Qing army launched a swift charge, and the artillery of both sides rang out continuously.

The lead shot landed on Ann's body and blew up a bloody path. The soldiers' chests were shattered, their lower abdomen was smashed open, and their arms and legs were broken. Especially in the middle of winter. The ground stiffened, and the lead pellets crumbled farther and killed more.

In the face of this sacrifice, the army built by the discipline of steel did not move, and when someone died, it was immediately filled with reserves, and the others were still starring. Staring at the Tartar in front of you.

Do you know very well that although these solid projectiles can occasionally hit a few people, their lethality is still very limited. As long as it is not messy, there will not be much danger.

Ann ** has such discipline, but Tartar may not have. In the face of An's artillery, it continued to fall into the dense charging ranks. More and more Tartars are dying.

A high-flying war horse. When it encounters a higher projectile, it is almost like Mars encountering the Earth.

The Tartars, who rushed to the front, were hit in the head by a cannonball, and all the men and horses were smashed into meatloaf. The projectile bounced off and hit another warhorse, breaking four hooves.

Thump! 、

The knight on the horse fell down heavily, and as a result, the horses behind him could not be retracted, and they stepped over him one after another, and immediately turned into a pile of meat and mud.

When they came within range of a hundred paces. More intense bullets were fired. Death wielded his scythe and reaped life. More and more corpses were piled up on the ground.

Between 100 and 50 steps, there is a chasm that is difficult to cross, and death is ruthlessly born here. All you can see is patches of Tartars lying to the ground, rivers of blood and piles of corpses.

It doesn't matter how much it costs them, no matter how desperate they try, it's hard to go any further. The two sides are in a stalemate, but everyone knows that if this continues, the three thousand cavalry will not last long at all, and they will soon be exhausted.

"Lord Wang, let the last general go up!"

Fang Xianting took the initiative to ask for an order.

Wu Sangui was silent for a long time before he said, "Our fire guns are not as good as each other!" ”

"Lord, as the so-called surprise hides his unpreparedness, as long as our firecrackers can blast a gap, and the cavalry will continue to follow, and victory will not be far away. Don't look at An** rampant, but as long as they break their phalanx, they will become vulnerable! ”

Wu Sangui finally nodded: "Well, since that's the case, you can take the people and horses with you!" ”

Fang Xianting immediately rushed towards the battlefield with a thousand carefully trained firecrackers, plus two hundred Tartar archers.

In fact, since fighting with An **, Wu Sangui has keenly realized the importance of firearms, and he began to train firearms. Helplessly, he didn't understand Gu Zhenhua's modern training methods, and he was another general, and there were a bunch of masters on it, Wu Sangui had only trained a thousand people, and he was still in vain.

However, the big traitor still thinks that he can fight, after all, in addition to the fire guns, Guan Ning Iron Cavalry is unparalleled in the world, and An ** seems to have nothing to praise except for the fire guns!

Relying on the cavalry to attract firepower, Fang Xianting led the men and horses into a hundred steps of An **, and they also formed a phalanx like An **, and pressed towards An **'s position in rows.

"General, what do you think it is?"

The soldier pointed at Wu Sangui's firecrackers, and 6 Yong immediately raised his binoculars and looked at it carefully. As far as the eye could see, the Qing army stepped on the drum and rushed up unhurriedly.

"Hahaha, Li Kui met Ghost Li, then let's see who is more powerful!"

"Shoot!"

Suddenly, the muzzle of An ** was aimed at these Xibei goods, and the gunshots rang out, and suddenly the firecrackers in the front row were shot one after another and fell down one by one.

The range of the Qing army's guns is only 70 steps, and the effective range is only 50 steps, which is a big difference compared to An **, which determines that they can only be beaten passively.

Fang Xianting was also prepared in his heart, he personally held the saber and urged desperately.

"Quick, forward, forward!"

He ordered loudly, these firecrackers braved guns and bullets, relying on human lives to keep approaching, not to mention that Wu Sangui also had a set of training troops, these people really entered about seventy steps.

"Shoot!"

The sparse gunshots rang out, and the bullets shot at An **, and the soldiers standing in the front row were immediately killed. There was an unlucky guy who was shot twice in the face, and the lead bullet knocked him in the face, and he fell to the ground and died on the spot.

A few others were shot in the body, but fortunately they were protected by cuirasels, and although there were also dead and wounded, they were not fatal. The wounded soldiers were quickly carried down.

6 Yong saw that the Qing army was actually shooting in line compared to himself, and a sneer suddenly appeared on his face. He trained in Nanyang. That's all you need to practice, will you be afraid of a bunch of fakes!

"Shoot!"

Gunshots rang out, accompanied by gunsmoke. The Tartars' firecrackers fell down in rows like wheat. Seeing Fang Xianting's eyes, his heart was dripping blood.

The firecracker soldier who had been trained by one hand was slaughtered like this, and his eyes were split, knowing that he was dead, he wanted to rush forward!

"Rush!"

These tartars are piled up on human life. Finally rushed to about fifty paces. At this time, behind them, the archers of the Tartars were also ready.

They stood on the ground in a figure-eight step, relaxed. The strength was concentrated on the arms, the bow opened like a full moon, the arrows walked like meteors, and a wave of arrow rain finally fell on An **'s head.

Burst. Burst. Burst!

The bow and arrow pierced through the flesh, and one after another soldiers fell to the ground. One of the sentry commanders was shot in the eye, and immediately fell to the ground, rolling back and forth in pain. There were also people who were pierced by three or five heavy arrows from different angles, dripping with blood, and they looked hopeless.

The Tartar marksman is really tricky, and with their joining, Ann's losses have skyrocketed.

At this time, Fang Xianting finally showed a sneer. That's what he wants. Even if these horses are consumed, as long as they can break through the battle line of An**. And they won.

The follow-up cavalry was leaping, ready to fight through the gap and expand the victory.

"Rush, rush forward for me, kill the bright dog!"

Fang Xianting shouted proudly, the Tartar soldiers moved forward desperately, although they suffered a lot of casualties, but when they saw An ** also die, they became extremely satisfied. The depression that had been there seemed to have found an outlet, and the Tartar became extraordinarily brave.

The two sides even reached the dangerous distance of thirty paces, not to mention the Tartars, even An ** also increased the pressure sharply, and the hands of the front-line soldiers unconsciously sweated.

At this moment, Tan Xingming, who had been gearing up in the rear, finally showed a smug smile.

"Brethren, it's time to give the Tartars something new, and reload the flowers!"

Blossom bombs!

That's right, since Ann ** got out of the grenades and mines, the technology of the flowering bomb is logical, the difference is only how to make the bullet body more uniform and strong, so as not to have the problem of exploding.

6 Yong led the men and horses north, they were not only a new force, but also carried a large number of the latest achievements, and the flowering bomb was one of them.

Tan Xingming was full of expectations for these new cannonballs, and he came to cast the first cannonball.

After aiming at the Tartar phalanx, there was a loud bang, and the blossom bullet was fired. The cannonball, like a meteor, smashed into the formation of the Tartars.

The cannonball landed in the middle of several people, and did not hit directly, and the Tartars breathed a sigh of relief, and before they could thank God for their blessing, the shell suddenly exploded.

Compared to grenades, artillery shells have more charges and are more powerful. The violent explosion shattered the projectile in pieces, and every piece of shrapnel became a hidden weapon.

Yes!

A firecracker screamed in pain, his chest was shrapnel, his ribs were shattered, and his beating heart could be seen in the opening more than a foot long. The other one was even worse, his neck was cut off, and his head flew out directly, spilling blood on the ground.

This shell killed and wounded five Tartar soldiers. The ensuing flowering bombs fell on the Tartar's head like raindrops.

Fang Xianting didn't care much about the shelling at first, after all, the hit rate of an iron pellet was really not flattering. But soon they broke through their glasses, and every shell exploded, and there were soldiers in the end.

The range of the flowering shell is about the same as that of a solid cannonball, but the lethality is increased exponentially, and the battlefield becomes a one-sided slaughter.

The firearms created by Wu Sangui were constantly erased, the dense ranks became sparse, and even the Tartars who fought with them were also devastated, more than a dozen shells fell on their heads, and the metal storm shredded the corpses, and they all became a puddle of flesh and blood.

The Tartar firecrackers, who were still rushing forward, suddenly returned, only to see that their partners had become more and more rare. These guys were also trembling with fear, and some of them were timid to turn around and run.

Fang Xianting was also trembling with anger, how could he stand it.

"Don't retreat, rush forward, give me ...... forward"

Before Fang Xianting's words were finished, a cannonball fell beside him impartially, and suddenly there was a loud bang, and the qi wave was blown up by Fang Xianting five or six steps away, the right half of his body was all bloody and fleshy, and one arm didn't know where to go, only a piece of Bai Sensen's bone stubble remained.

Fang Xianting opened his mouth suddenly, spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, and he completely lost his life!

Another general was killed, and Wu Sangui's cronies were counted as not much left, which was also the fate of them following the big traitor, and they were to blame, no one else was to blame.

With the death of Fang Xianting, Wu Sangui's firecrackers completely lost their backbones, and ran for their lives one by one, either killed by bullets or died under the shells, losing more than half, and the rest were also frightened, and they had no combat effectiveness at all!

Seeing that the highly-anticipated firecracker soldier was killed, Wu Sangui stood on his horse, motionless, and looked into the distance with dull eyes.

"Lord Wang, Lord Wang!" Yang Kun was so frightened that he hurriedly shouted.

Wu Sangui's expression suddenly changed, and he said viciously: "This king is fine, he can't die yet!" ”

"Come on, follow this king's charge, be sure to kill Gu Zhenhua!"

"Lord Wang, slow down!" Yang Kun grabbed the reins of the horse, "Lord Wang, you are a daughter, let the last general go!" ”

Wu Sangui pushed Yang Kun away, "Will this king lose to Gu Zhenhua, I'm going to cut off his head!" ”

Just when the big traitor was shouting frantically, suddenly a cold wind blew, brushing and pulling, and snowflakes fell in the air. There was a cloud of cloud, and in the evening, it finally snowed, and from the very beginning, the snow was unusually heavy and loud.

Snowflakes fell on the face, and the icy chill made people sober up a lot in an instant.

Wu Sangui looked at the falling snowflakes and suddenly laughed loudly: "Hahaha, God is helping me, Gu Zhenhua, you are dead!" Dead! ”

Of course, the big traitor is not crazy, he is very sober, in this kind of blizzard weather, the power of firearms will drop exponentially, and even those arquebuses may not be able to fire at all.

Thinking of this, how could Wu Sangui not be crazy.

"Yang Kun, you lead the men and horses to attack from the front, this king personally attacks the right flank, a godsend, be sure to eliminate An**!"

Wu Sangui immediately led the men and horses to kill An **.

The blizzard fell suddenly, and An ** was also taken aback, many of the burning fire ropes were extinguished by the blizzard, and there was no victory, and suddenly all those fire guns turned into burning sticks.

"Stand back, the gunners step back, the pikemen step forward, the sword and shield men step forward!"

The warhorses of the herald galloped quickly, the security on the position changed quickly, and the firecrackers all retreated to the rear.

The pikemen marched to the front with neat steps, the wind and snow hit, they were all a little unable to open their eyes, each soldier clenched their weapons, their palms were full of cold sweat, and a white-knuckle battle that they were most unwilling to do was just like this! (To be continued......)