The long Mo knife was raised high, emitting a faint blue light against the firelight, like a ghost fire. Hundreds of people swung their knives together, and the cold light was shining, like a huge wall of knives. Compared to the point of the spear, the deterrent power of the Mo knife has increased thousands of times.

It is no wonder that Datang can rely on this weapon to expand its territory and create a prosperous era of Datang, which is really amazing.

With a fierce slash, the armor shattered, and the flesh and bones flew sideways. The Tartar cavalryman's eyes widened as he watched the cold blades cut through his body. Maybe the knife was too sharp, and when it was just split, there was still a trace of consciousness, and the corners of my mouth twitched, as if to say I didn't believe it!

It's just that they were too late, and after only three rounds of slashing in the Broadsword Battalion, hundreds of Tartars died in front of their eyes, and the rest of them panicked as if they had seen death.

"Demons, they're demons!"

The Tartar screamed in panic, turned around and ran, but the Broadsword Battalion would not let them go because they had become little white rabbits, and the blades were raised frequently, killing non-stop. Qi Hanyuan rushed to the front, the enemy's blood soaked through his armor, and the bright breastplate was stained with blood and broken flesh and bones.

He had never been so happy to kill, and he couldn't help but shout: "Brothers, kill!" Don't let a Tartar go! ”

All of them grabbed their big knives, chopped melons and vegetables, split the tartars in half one by one, stepped on the filthy bodies, and charged forward.

Finally slashing the last Tartar in front of him, Qi Hanyuan rushed to the front of the Che camp. As far as the eye can see, there are corpses everywhere, there are Anguo Army, there are Tatars, and a few side vans are still burning.

The rest of the Anguo army is all staggered. The body is scarred, and there is hardly a whole person left.

Qi Hanyuan was taken aback, the Cheying was one of the elite. How did it get to this point? He rushed in and searched everywhere.

"Brigade Commander Zhou, where are you, are you okay, the prince is here with reinforcements, and the prince is here to help you!"

Qi Hanyuan walked anxiously, but he didn't find Zhou Yingjie. Immediately, my head was sweating.

Just when he was anxious, suddenly in front of a broken carriage, someone sat on the wheel. He said weakly: "It's okay, I can't die yet!" ”

"Sir, what's wrong with you?"

Qi Hanyuan jumped in front of Zhou Yingjie in two steps and knelt on one knee. Zhou Yingjie was covered in blood. The armor was destroyed in many places. I don't know if it's my own blood or someone else's.

"Don't worry, nothing big other than here!"

Zhou Yingjie raised his left hand weakly, the entire three fingers were cut off, the blood was no longer flowing, and the wound was a shocking dark red.

"Ahh Sir, you need to get help quickly. I'll have someone take you to the back! ”

"Hey!" Zhou Yingjie also sighed, his face a little depressed. He thought that the car camp would come out. Invincible. But who knew that he was broken by the Tartars with the advantage of numbers, and killed inside the car formation.

Although there are bayonets that can be used, after all, as an auxiliary weapon, it is too difficult to fight. Even he himself was shocked out of internal injuries and vomited blood, and he lost three fingers, if it weren't for Qi Hanyuan's quick arrival, I was afraid that he would be in danger. In this period alone, more than 1,500 people were killed and injured in the Che Battalion, and of course the Tartars also paid the same painful price, but Zhou Yingjie's heart was still aching for a while.

"Battalion Commander Qi, you go to tell Deputy Brigade Commander Tang Zhanxiong, immediately gather the rest of the car battalion and hand it over to him for command, be sure to beat the Tartar hard, don't embarrass the car battalion!"

"Yes!"

Several guards carried Zhou Yingjie away, which was also the first senior commander of the Angolan army to have to give up fighting since the start of the war.

"Brothers, fight hard, and destroy the Tartars in one fell swoop!"

The soldiers raised their arms one after another, "Please rest assured, sir, we are not a bad breed, and we are fighting with the Tartars!" ”

The Che Battalion was rapidly regaining its combat strength, and the Tartars were no exception at this time, being cut down and fleeing, and Dolgon's nose was crooked.

"Rice buckets, they're all rice buckets. You are armed with swords, Minggou is holding firearms, you are defeated, and now you are also equipped with firearms, and you are defeated under the broadsword, how can you let me keep you! ”

Dorgon shouted loudly: "Come on, cut off the heads of these beasts at once, and I will personally lead the troops to rush forward!" ”

When he heard that Dorgon was about to charge, he frightened the hardcore minions, and Suppilon fell to his knees and wept bitterly.

"The slave is guilty, thanks to the regent's magnanimity, the slave is willing to lead the death squad to break through the Ming Dog defense line, if he doesn't win, the regent, he doesn't need to kill the minion, the minion must die in battle!"

"Good!"

A smile also appeared on Dolgon's face, and he said approvingly: "Suppression, I am very pleased to have this courage, give you a thousand soldiers, be sure to rush over." ”

As he spoke, Dorgon looked at the horizon again, and the morning star twinkled and twinkled.

"Time is running out, you can hurry up!"

"Yes!"

Although he was born in the Two Yellow Banners and did not agree with Dolgon, he also knew that this was a fight for the Qing Dynasty, and perhaps it would be the last time in his life.

He carefully examined the armor on his body, took his favorite sword with him, and turned on his horse.

"Warriors, follow me!"

……

The car battalion is still being rectified, and only the big knife battalion is left in the front line, Qi Hanyuan grabbed the Mo knife in his hand, and stared at those tartars with cold eyes.

"Listen to my orders, no one is allowed to shoot casually, everyone listens to my orders, do you understand?"

These old guards are all battle-hardened, and they nodded without hesitation.

The war horses of the Tartars are surging, the mountains are collapsing and the ground is cracking, the horses' hooves are like drumsticks, and the ground is the drums of war. The thumping sound hit the heart, the adrenaline secretion unconsciously accelerated, and every soldier's mouth was dry and heartbeat, even if he was used to seeing life and death, he couldn't help but be frightened.

Kupilon rushed with people from a distance, and the Angolan army did not shoot or throw grenades, so they let them in.

Could it be that this is just a cold-armed army, not equipped with firearms?

Thought of this. Suppilon was so happy that he wanted to die, and he wanted to fight hand-to-hand. How could the Ming army be the opponent of the Eight Banners.

"Rush!"

In the blink of an eye, the Tartar crossed a hundred steps, entered seventy steps, fifty steps, and got closer and closer, and could clearly see the faces of the other party, the Anguo army was still as immobile as a mountain, and everyone was like a nail. Firmly nailed to the ground, motionless, staring at the tartar with a stern gaze.

Are they all wooden people?

Suppilon didn't have time to think about it. He was within thirty paces, and he could hear even the heavy breathing.

"Shoot!"

Suddenly, Qi Hanyuan's tongue burst into thunder, and all the soldiers quickly raised their short guns, they had already prepared. Take the big sword and fight with the cavalry. Obviously not smart. Therefore, he played a hand to lure the enemy deeper.

Bang bang bang!

The gunshots rang out, and after more than twenty paces, these handcuffs were not inaccurate, and dozens of people were killed in one round of shooting. Each soldier of the broadsword battalion had two handguns, and when he finished firing one shot, he quickly threw it away and drew out the second.

There was another flurry of gunfire, and now more people died in the Tartars. It was within reach, and the blow came suddenly. The Tartars are all messed up.

The corpses of the centaurs were lying in front of them, which also blocked the way ahead, and the injured and undead Tartars were trampled to death, and the uninjured Tartars also tripped over.

Just when they were in chaos, Qi Hanyuan grabbed the Mo knife and rushed forward first.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The earth-shattering roar, accompanied by a row of sword walls slashed down, and the Tartar hastily raised his weapon to block. But where are their swords comparable to the sophistication of the Angolan army.

The long knife passed, the Tartar's waist knife, the spear, and the slice knife, all became rubbish, and they were cut in half, and the Tartar cried out in horror when he looked at the half-lost weapon. But before their screams were over, the Mo knife slashed down again, and they immediately turned their heads in different places, and all the blood was left on the ground.

It is conceivable that this place will be a good place for a good harvest next year.

The Tartars were so frightened by the power of the Mo Knife that they could only see a shining light, and then hundreds of lives were wasted and turned into teams of rotten meat. The Broadsword Battalion is the most efficient harvester, and its sharp blades mercilessly devour the flesh and blood of the Tartars. They were unstoppable, and every step was unstoppable, and the fact that the Tartar cavalry was defeated in front of the broadsword battalion was simply a spectacle in the history of warfare.

Kubilong's eyes were red, he had just made a military order, and he made it look like this, what kind of face did he have to meet people! He gritted his teeth and clenched the sword in his hand.

"Baturu of the Qing Dynasty, rush to me!"

With his fat body shaking, he quickly rushed in front of the Anguo army, he raised his sword high and slashed it down.

"Minggou, let's see Lord Yama!"

Cha!

With an undetectable voice, Ji Bilong suddenly felt a lightness in his hand, he could hardly believe his eyes, the sword made of hundreds of steels, cut gold and jade, was regarded by him as the best treasure, and it couldn't even withstand the knife of an ordinary soldier of the Anguo Army, it was simply too ironic!

But whether he believes it or not, this is the case, the gap between the Anguo Army, which has entered the industrial age with half a foot, and the Manchu Qing Dynasty has widened, even if Dolgondong is emulator, he is destined not to learn the essence.

Just like a Mo knife, it contains complex processes such as mining, metallurgy, and forging, and it is controlled layer by layer, so that there are high-quality products!

"Tartar, it's time for you to die!"

Two Mo knives slashed towards Curb Pilon, he hurriedly used the remaining half of the knife to resist, but this half of the knife also couldn't be stopped, a Mo knife slashed heavily on the shoulder, the left arm was cut off entirely, the severe pain made Curb Pilon's body crooked, about to fall to the ground, at this time another knife slashed his neck, the big head flew out, and the body fell heavily on the yellow earth!

……

"Regent of Qiqi, Suppilon is dead in battle!"

"What?" Dolgon's eyes suddenly widened, panting like a cow, and he was a general, how many families in the Qing Dynasty could be consumed like this.

"Gu Zhenhua, you are about to lose, I promise to sign an alliance with you, and the well water will not violate the river water!"

Dolgon said silently in his heart, in fact, he knew in his heart that it was impossible to conquer the Central Plains, and the most terrible thing was that the Han people would counterattack, so he had to win this battle.

"The warriors of the Wuzhen Chaoha Battalion, you and the Qing Dynasty are both prosperous and lossy, with Gu Zhenhua's ferocity, if you don't win the war, there is only one way to die, even for the sake of your family, I hope you can fight hard and defeat the enemy!"

"The minions obey!"

The Tartars fell to their knees on one knee, convinced of their master.

Under the command of Dolgon, more than 3,000 Tartar firecrackers lined up in a neat line, holding the firearms tightly and pressing towards the Angolan army.

"Lord Wang, look at it!"

Gu Zhenhua also led everyone to the front line, he stood on an abandoned side van, staring at the black tartar in the distance. There are war drums, there are singing, the guns are in front, and the queue is neat, and it is completely a posture of queuing to be shot.

Seeing this, Gu Zhenhua couldn't help laughing: "Brothers, the Tartars want to use our methods to win, what do you think?" ”

"Wishful thinking!" These old guards all showed an arrogant smile, playing with firearms, they are ancestors, and Tartar soldiers are only worthy of being grandsons!

The Old Guards quickly formed a neat formation, and they marched towards the Tartars.

The pace of both sides was not fast, every step was steady, the distance between the two sides was constantly shortening, and when they entered two hundred steps, the first batch of Anguo troops suddenly fell to one knee, and the long mini guns were aimed at these tartars.

"Shoot!"

The men in the first row of the Tartars fell to the ground, but death did not frighten the Tartars, but approached more quickly, and the difference between the weapons of the two sides was only a hundred steps before the Tartars' firecrackers could be lethal.

In just a hundred steps, it turned into a complete slaughter, the fire of the Anguo army sounded over and over again, and the Tartars kept falling to the ground, and every step had to pay a terrible price.

However, Dorgon was indeed a soldier who trained the army, and after his training, these Tartars did not avoid life and death, and bravely moved forward, and finally rushed to about a hundred paces.

Gunshots rang out in the scattered Tartar camp, and the Old Guard began to be killed and wounded, and the brothers around him were shot and fell. But the people on the side did not hesitate at all, and still fired, loaded, and shot again.

The muzzle of the gun spewing the flames of hatred sends one Tartar after another to hell, and the two sides are like kitchen knives and whetstones, constantly consuming each other to see who can survive to the end.

The painstakingly trained GIs were not overwhelming, and Dorgon was a little anxious.

"Listen to the cavalry, go around from the right flank and give Ming Dog a fatal blow!" At the sound of an order, the Tartar cavalry quickly assembled, and a whirlwind rushed towards the Anguo army.

"Report to the prince, the right flank has been attacked by the Tartars, and reinforcements are urgently needed!"

Gu Zhenhua grabbed the heavy sword in his hand, heard this, and looked around, only the big sword battalion that had just retreated was left, and the rest of the troops were all put into it. Gu Zhenhua suddenly laughed loudly: "There has been no battlefield fight for a long time, the bones of this king are all painful, Qi Hanyuan, take your big knife camp and fight with the Tartars!" ”

"Yes!"

Qi Hanyuan hurriedly jumped up, carrying the bloodied Mo knife, and followed Gu Zhenhua closely. They rushed down the hillside and were met by the cavalry of the Tartars.

Gu Zhenhua didn't work hard in the early days, and naturally he didn't need it after becoming the prince, but he didn't give up his kung fu, on the contrary, his martial arts improved a lot.

There were still more than a dozen steps away from the tartar, Gu Zhenhua rushed out with a big stride, jumped up violently, and the heavy sword in his hand slashed down like lightning. The Tartar saw only a white light, and turned into a corpse.

"The prince is mighty, brothers, rush!"

The soldiers of the Broadsword Battalion were greatly encouraged, and these little tigers joined the warband, they were even more terrifying than the tigers, and each of them was proficient in cooperation, and they were even more professional than the wolves.

Gu Zhenhua showed his might, the sword was picked up, and the Tartar didn't even have the strength to parry, and was easily cut into two balls.

Seeing that the day was getting faster and faster, the corners of Dolgon's mouth couldn't help twitching, and his face was uglier than bitter melon! (To be continued......)