There are always some generals who like to come out and show off after surrounding each other.

"Haha, traitor, your plan has been seen through by my Ma Xianglin!" In the middle of the three thousand white-pole soldiers, a young general walked out.

Ma Xianglin, after the Fubo general Ma Yuan (Ma Chao's descendant?) ), in the late Ming Dynasty, he was also an active general on the front line. Brave and powerful, heroic and chic, able to write and write, wear silver armor, ride a white horse, often ride alone to charge into battle, and take the head of the enemy general. He is often called 'Zhao Zilong' and 'Xiao Ma Chao'.

At the age of 15, he went north to fight in Liaodong with his mother Qin Liangyu, and now he is only 27 years old. It's not wrong to say that he is a young general, at least he is still a white-faced and bearded offspring. But among his peers, Ma Xianglin's combat experience is the oldest.

"Formation!" Hao Shaoqi roared.

Hao Shaoqi's special team is only 500 people, but it is the elite of the army. Hearing the words at this moment, without saying a word, he immediately put on a formation, but it was inconvenient for the mountains to form a formation, so he could only maintain the mode of a long snake formation. Fifty of them were gunners, ready to shoot.

"Shoot the arrows!" Ma Xianglin saw everything in his eyes, but at this moment he screamed.

The white-pole soldiers are all mountain people, and they naturally know how to shoot arrows when they rely on the mountains to eat the mountains. Of the 3,000 men, at least 500 were carrying bows and arrows, but at this moment they immediately took their bows and arrows, bent their bows and shot them at the Salvation Army. Five hundred arrows flew out, but they were aimed directly at the Salvation Army's firecrackers.

It can be seen from this that the imperial court is obviously very jealous of Zhang Hongbin's firecracker troops, otherwise according to the situation before the Ming Dynasty, the firecracker troops would be the last to clean up.

The "pop ......" arrow shot directly at the fire gun, but it was blocked by the cotton armor.

"Shoot!" Hao Shaoqi hurriedly shouted.

"Woo ......" The soldiers began to shoot, they were armed with a series of firearms.

It was a six-shot firecracker, and fifty people fought three hundred firepower. Because of the rifled guns, the accuracy has been improved to a certain extent, and these 300 rounds of ammunition have directly harvested the lives of more than 200 enemy soldiers. Moreover, the targets are almost always the opponent's archers.

"Damn, what the hell is that firearm?" Ma Xianglin is completely like a ghost.

Not to mention the powerful and outrageously high accuracy, if this is nothing, the design of the six consecutive rounds completely subverted Ma Xianglin's perception of the firecracker.

What does it mean to fire in bursts, with high accuracy and a range that is not inferior to a bow and arrow? It means that bows and arrows will soon be replaced by firearms! In the future, perhaps, only strong crossbows, especially repeaters, will be able to be preserved.

As soon as he talked about the strong crossbow, but he didn't want the other infantry of the Salvation Army, he took a strong crossbow from his waist and shot it immediately.

Again, this is not an ordinary strong crossbow, but a repeating strong crossbow produced by the system. This thing shoots, the range is about the same as that of a firebolt, the piercing ability is also very strong, and the most terrifying thing is his burst characteristic. There was a burst of shooting, and another 300 people were shot alive. In order to be able to fight in the mountains, the white pole soldiers were equipped with light armor, but the first time they dealt with the Salvation Army, they finally suffered a loss.

"This traitor, I still hear a lot of good things!" Ma Xianglin lay on the mountain ground and muttered in a low voice.

The white pole soldier was not a fool, and before the opponent fired the second time, he was already lying on the hillside, and with the help of the terrain as a cover, the casualties were minimized.

Rao is like this, 3,000 people suffered and lost more than 500 at once, and suddenly there was no one-sixth of them. If it weren't for the fact that the white pole soldiers were the elite of the elite, I was afraid that this damage Cheng Dù would already be panicked and on the verge of collapse. If it were the soldiers of those local guards, this casualty could have been a rout on the whole line.

"The tiger is not powerful, you still treat me as a sick cat?" Hao Shaoqi said proudly.

"I don't know who is the sick cat and who is the tiger!" When Ma Xianglin heard this, he immediately became energetic.

I only heard his whistle, but black shadows appeared directly above the Salvation Army, and the black shadows flickered, and they had fallen among them in a short time. If you look closely, it's a white-pole soldier who uses a white-pole gun to climb down the rock wall!

At least 50 people were swept off the cliff. This place is not a safe place, there are very few places to move left and right, and there are no guardrails, one is accidentally swept away, maybe the whole person falls off the cliff like this, and dies.

"Meet the enemy!" Hao Shaoqi would not allow such a thing to happen, and immediately drew his sword and killed him.

With the combat effectiveness of a fierce general, he killed more than a dozen white-pole soldiers in just three or four swords. However, this kind of soldier has an absolute advantage in mountain warfare, they can hook the protrusion on the rock wall and move lightly, but the Salvation Army does not have this function. In the case of close combat, especially mountain warfare, the combat effectiveness of the white pole soldiers can be increased by at least two times, while the combat effectiveness of all other arms will inevitably drop to 50%.

Thanks to the fact that the Salvation Army is a truly strong army, with its own beliefs and thoughts, even if it dies to the last man, there will be no defeat. They knew that if they died, their families would be supported by Great Qin, and their lives would be better. If you run away without a fight, you may not be able to escape, and if you are investigated after escaping, you will not only have to be poked in the back for a lifetime, but this benefit will also disappear.

No one is a fool, or rather, at such a juncture, in the choice between life and death, the Salvation Army chose to die in battle!

"Kill!" The Musketeers smashed the Musket, then took out the Mitsubishi Thorn from their back and threw themselves into the fight.

They knew that at such close range, their muskets were not very effective, and they had already shot once before, and they had not yet changed their bullets. Nor would they allow such an advanced firearm to fall into the hands of the enemy, so it was inevitable for them to smash it and throw it under the cliff.

Even if all the men are killed, the enemy will not expect any loot, especially firecrackers and crossbows!

"Let go of me!" A white pole soldier shouted, because he had just pierced the stomach of a Salvation soldier a moment ago, but he didn't want the other party to open a hole in his stomach, so he directly pounced and hugged him.

"Let's die together......" The Salvation Sergeant smiled hard and pulled him along.

The two of them rolled straight down the cliff like this. If you look down at this time, you can still see that the white pole soldier is constantly stretching out his hand towards it, and his eyes are eager to live. But as the distance grew, the longing in his eyes became less and less, and it was replaced by despair.

"Damn, let me go......" More people were hugged and jumped down the cliff.

The Salvation Army is like this, unless it is beheaded, it will be dragged to the bottom of the line. However, the white pole soldiers use spears, and their main means of attack is stabbing, unless they are piercing the brain or heart, there is always a way to drag them into the cliff before they die.

But in the blink of an eye, the 3,000 white-pole soldiers, who were either killed or pulled off the cliff, exceeded a thousand, plus the more than 500 people who died before, more than half of them were killed or wounded. In the military of this era, more than half of the troops still continue to fight, and there are almost none.

Not to mention, the appearance of the Salvation Army has already imprinted fear in the hearts of the remaining soldiers.

"Retreat!" After Ma Xianglin and Hao Shaoqi fought for fifty rounds without a win, there were too few people looking at him, and they had to signal to retreat.

If you don't leave, you may be about to break up.

Seeing that the enemy army was defeated and left, Hao Shaoqi did not pursue, and he couldn't pursue!

Looking back at the remaining soldiers, only a hundred of the five hundred were left alive, and most of them were only alive......

A pyrrhic victory, or a victory? Hao Shaoqi shook his head, he couldn't say clearly.