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An ** launched a full-scale counterattack, and on the wide front of more than ten miles, An **'s soldiers rushed towards the Tartar in a good time.

Each step is neatly numbered, and when you encounter a Tartar, you are a hundred paces away and shoot. The nimble artillery wielded great power, and the Fran cannons dragged by four horses followed the infantry closely, and whenever they encountered the heavy Tartar troops, they did not hesitate to attack, and the Tartars were torn apart.

There are also weapons such as divine fire crows, swarms of bees, grenades and so on, and the cavalry of the Tartars will be beaten head-on before they get close to An**. Some of the horses were even frightened, turned their heads and fled, ramming their own teams, causing people to turn on their backs and cause chaos.

These cavalry were in chaos, and after losing their ability to impact, they were completely the prey of the firecrackers, and the battle almost turned into a one-sided slaughter, whether it was attack or defense, An**'s firearms successfully suppressed the Tartars.

Gu Zhenhua looked at everything in his eyes, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Ma Jinzhong, Yan Yingyuan and others' subordinates are not the real elite of An **. In the face of the attack of the Tartars, Gu Zhenhua actually adopted a strategy of racing horses, using these middle and lower horses to fight with the Tartars and consume the strength of the Tartars.

When the real superior horses are dispatched, the fate of the Tartars will only be even more miserable!

"Grandpa Guo, look, the Tartars are going to fight back!"

Gu Zhenhua held the telescope and looked, only to see a big flag appear in the ranks of the Tartars, and more and more Tartars gathered under the big flag, accompanied by desolate horns. They rushed towards Ann's onslaught.

"It's kind of funny, Bolo can still fight back at a time like this. It seems that this man is not bad, but he is still too late! ”

Gu Zhenhua sneered: "Sue sù Ma Jinzhong, be sure to kill Boluo's men and horses, let one go, I will ask him!" ”

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Bolo obviously didn't feel that in Gu Zhenhua's eyes, he had become a pot of vegetables!

In this attack, Bolo concentrated the elite of the Eight Banners. There were 5,000 cavalry, and in the previous two attacks, he was a mixture of Han army and Eight Banners. I want to consume the firepower of Ann**.

Now that the bold An ** has actually attacked them, of course Bolo will not be polite, he not only concentrated the cavalry in his hand, but also mobilized the artillery. Those heavy red-coated cannons were all focused on An's phalanx.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

Every cannon roared. The earth trembled, to be honest, the momentum of the Tartar artillery was much stronger than that of An**, and the strong sound of the cannon gave the Tartars great confidence.

A lead pellet weighing more than ten pounds fell in the team of An **, a soldier was smashed in the chest, the shell with blood, bounced on the hard ground, and the five or six soldiers behind were poisoned, either dead or wounded.

The screams shook everyone's hearts. The recruits were even colder, and their blood was almost frozen.

Bolo saw that the cannon worked. He was even more rampant to the extreme, pulled out the steel knife at his waist, and shouted fiercely:

"Rush!"

Suddenly, three hundred heavily armored Tartars rushed to the front, and the Tartars behind all had red eyes and followed closely.

"Kill! Come on! ”

The arrogant roar shook the four fields, and the Tartars were surging and unstoppable.

……

"Victory or defeat is here!"

Ma Jinzhong secretly gritted his teeth: "Brothers, shoot!" ”

With his roar, the bullets fired wildly at the Tartars, and the guys who rushed to the front turned into corpses. The Tartars didn't seem to feel anything, they stepped on the bones of their companions, and they were still frantically moving forward, forward!

Gradually, they entered a hundred, seventy, and fifty steps, and they could almost see each other's faces and hear each other's heavy breathing.

"Put!"

Ten thick barrels were pointed at the Tartars, and hundreds of rockets poured out at once, quickly flooding the Tartars in the front row, and they were pierced through the chests and fell off their horses. In the smoke of gunpowder, the Tartar wailed in pain!

But even with such a painful loss, Bolo still gritted his teeth and desperately charged towards An**. It's close, it's close!

Dozens of more Tartar shells fell in An's ranks, and although most of them missed, a few still hit the soldiers, causing panic in the ranks.

Tartars finally took advantage of this opportunity and rushed to the front of An **, and the arrogant Tartars showed hideous looks, and the weapons in their hands were raised high.

In an instant, the two sides collided, steel knife against bayonet, and a stout tartar slashed the soldier's shoulder, and blood gushed out. The young soldier gritted his teeth and grabbed the Tartar's steel knife with both hands, the blade slicing open his palm, and blood flowed.

The tartar drew his knife fiercely, but he didn't move, he had to force his hands, and the moment he leaned out, the bayonet of another firecracker on the side had already pierced his neck.

"Die!"

The tartar rolled off his horse and perished with the soldier.

The white-knuckle battle is so cruel, the An ** in the back quickly caught up, they shot bullets at the Tartars, and they didn't have time to reload again, they all held bayonets and killed them, seeing the battlefield become a flesh mill. Both sides are red-eyed and constantly throwing people into the army.

……

"Quick, keep up with me!"

Tan Xingming shouted loudly, and the pack horses behind him galloped quickly, pulling cannons, and rushed towards the flanks of the Tartars.

They climbed a small mound more than ten meters high, and Tan Xingming looked into the distance with a sneer on his face.

"Hurry up, set up the artillery!"

The soldiers of An ** quickly set up the cannon, adjusted the angle, and the muzzles were all aimed at the southeast direction, and the target was the artillery position of the Tartars!

"Fire!"

At the sound of the order, a total of thirty artillery pieces were assembled, and the shells streaked across the sky, half of which fell on the positions of the Tartars.

The Tartars were also very precious about these cannons, and each cannon was placed on top of the earthen platform, and an earthen fence was built. Protection.

However, it was clear that their defenses could not stop the attack of flowering shells, and the shells exploded on the positions, and the gunners of the Tartars were torn apart. One of the cannons was hit, and it exploded into the sky in no time!

"Ahh Who's firing the cannons! ”

Liu Zhiyuan, who was in charge of commanding the artillery, was not clear about the situation at all, and he looked around blankly. At this time, the second round of artillery came again.

Liu Zhiyuan instinctively felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly rolled to the bottom of the earth fence, hugged his head, and a cannonball exploded not far from him, and the four gunners were blown to pieces. One of the guns was also completely damaged.

Liu Zhiyuan got up in front of him, he finally appeared Tan Xingming and them, and immediately gritted his teeth.

"Ming dog. Dare to compete with Lao Tzu with cannons, it's just looking for death, hurry up and kill them for me! ”

Liu Zhiyuan shouted frantically, but the gunners below were at a loss. A gun with the lightest guns, also three thousand pounds. How can it be turned lightly?

They could only try hard, but the muzzle of the cannon had not yet turned halfway, and the sound of crackling continued to sound around them, and the shells were like hailstones, and they hit quickly, and the artillery positions of the Tartars were quickly drowned in the smoke of gunpowder.

Liu Zhiyuan, this guy is also frightened, and An**'s flowering bomb is amazingly powerful, and it shoots fast. Although their redcoat cannons have a longer range. It looks even more terrifying, but it's a paper tiger that doesn't look good. It's a waste that you can't even do something as simple as turning the muzzle of the gun.

"It looks like it's going to be played to the master, and the artillery should be changed!"

Liu Zhiyuan was thinking about it, running away while still thinking about his master. A cannonball happened to fall beside them, but this is the place where the Tartars temporarily planted the gunpowder, and suddenly hundreds of catties of gunpowder exploded, and a 5,000-pound red-coated cannon next to it was blown into scrap metal, as for Liu Zhiyuan, there were no bones left!

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Bolo, who was directing the charge, suddenly couldn't hear the sound of their artillery, and immediately frowned, and hurriedly looked back. Frightened, he almost fell off his horse, only to see the side of the artillery position filled with gunsmoke and fire, and he knew with his toes that those precious cannons were finished!

"It hurts me!"

The Tartars like to name their artillery as generals, which shows how much importance they attach to artillery, and seeing that the cannon is killed, Bolo's blood hits his head, and he almost suffers a cerebral infarction.

The other tartars were even more mournful, and they were cold.

But An ** is a different situation, everyone is in high spirits, Ma Jinzhong even waved his fists and shouted: "Well done artillery!" ”

"Brothers, don't let the artillery compare, kill me!"

The grenadiers rushed to the Tartars, and they threw white grenades, which exploded in the middle of the Tartars, creating a deserted belt.

Then the Ann ** who rushed up quickly dealt with the Tartars who rushed into the battle formation, and with bullets and bayonets, these Tartars quickly turned into corpses.

At this time, the artillerymen also turned their muzzles and slammed towards the Tartars, and the dense crowd blossomed, and the Tartars fell off their horses.

The musketeers were also particularly excited, and the neat row of guns sounded again, constituting the most brilliant notes on the battlefield.

The lead shot hit the body, blasting holes the size of fists, no matter how brave the Tartar was, he couldn't withstand such ruthless destruction.

At last they became frightened, and their eyes were full of fear, and they did not know who was taking the lead, turned their horses' heads, and fled backwards.

Bolo was furious, and he raised his steel knife violently, and slashed open the two tartars.

"No one is allowed to retreat, give me ......"

Before he could say anything, a buckshot hit the horse he was sitting on, and the horse's head was shattered, and Bolo fell off the horse.

"Ah, Lord Baylor is dead, let's run!"

The Tartars couldn't figure out the situation, they just thought that Bolo was finished, and they were so frightened that they ran wildly, which perfectly explained what it means to be defeated!

All over the mountains and wilderness were all fleeing Tartars, who had lost their armor and panicked and were in chaos. In order to be able to escape first, they even did not hesitate to cut their swords on their own people!

Gu Zhenhua looked at everything in his eyes, and said with a cold smile: "Chase me, don't let go of a tartar!" (To be continued......)