On the way to retreat of hundreds of tiger and leopard musketeers, the commander of the musket battalion rushed directly to He Guozhong, who had saved himself and his soldiers many times in crisis.

Then, with a confused face, he asked, "Lord He, how should we fight next?" ”

When he made the decision to leave the city, He Guozhong had already made plans for the worst.

Therefore, in the face of the longing gaze of the commander of the musket battalion looking at him, He Guozhong replied without thinking: "Fight guerrilla warfare with Dolgon...... Dolgon can fight us guerrilla on the plateau of northern Shaanxi, and we can fight with them, and we can fight better than them, and the results will be greater......"

"From the point of view of time, at the latest, a cavalry regiment commanded by General Zhao of the cavalry can rush to the battlefield to participate in the battle...... As long as we drag these Mongols for another hour, the final victory will be ours. ”

"In addition, our strength is limited, and excluding those who have just died in battle, there are less than three hundred left. Only the guerrilla warfare that the marshal once said can drag these Mongols at the lowest cost and let us win the final victory......"

"Guerrilla warfare ......" In the face of this unheard-of tactic, the commander of the musket battalion directly showed a puzzled expression on his face.

Stared at a pair of eyes, waiting for He Guozhong's explanation.

He Guozhong did not speak immediately, but shook his head and replied: "For this guerrilla warfare, one or two sentences cannot be explained clearly. By the time we've fought two battles, you'll understand that this officer is guaranteed to surprise you......"

As he spoke, a valley no more than ten battles wide appeared in front of He Guozhong.

And the official road under his feet. It passes right through the middle of this valley. See here. He Guozhong's eyes lit up directly. excitedly shouted: "This is it, this is the right place to fight a guerrilla war with the Mongols to invite the king into the urn......

"Camp Commander Wang...... With one hundred and fifty musketeers and flowering shells, you lie in ambush on the side of the valley and prepare to ambush the Mongol army. Remember, two flowering bullets per person, after receiving the order of the official, quickly threw them at the official road. After throwing it away. Don't stop for the slightest, follow the official road, and continue to retreat. ”

"Lord He, what about you?" The commander of the musket battalion, who frowned, asked directly with a hint of concern.

He Guozhong smiled and replied: "This officer took the remaining musketeers to the exit of the mountain pass to block the Mongolian cavalry. Taking advantage of the Mongols' desire to flee for their lives, they were blocked in the valley as much as possible. Then, use the blossom bullets you carry with you to destroy them with all your might. ”

The commander of the musket battalion, though full of worries about this bold idea.

But. When he saw He Guozhong's confident gaze outward, he still replied loudly: "The last general takes the order." Please take care of yourself......"

The Mongols who followed behind the Tiger and Par Army, because they were all cavalry, marched very fast.

The more than 100 musketeers personally commanded by He Guozhong had not yet rushed to the exit of the valley. The unstoppable Mongols had already rushed to a position less than three hundred paces behind them.

With the rapid charging speed of the cavalry, at the latest, a cup of tea. The Mongol cavalry could then rush to the side of the Haw Par musketeers and slash their sabers into the necks of these musketeers......

Such a result is by no means what He Guozhong wants to see.

Therefore, He Guozhong, who had a solemn face, decided directly to the musketeers beside him.

"Brothers, time is not waiting for me, we can't go to the exit of the valley. This officer ordered to stop the Mongol cavalry here......"

"All of them here, in platoons, quickly formed a musket formation, ready for battle......"

"Rest of the brothers, prepare grenades to cover and protect the musketeers in front of you."

The formation of more than a hundred musketeers had not yet been completed, and after breaking through the defense line of the Tiger and Par Army, Dolgon, who had once again rekindled a glimmer of hope in his heart, had already discovered them.

At this moment, Dolgon's face, which already felt that he was about to escape from the Ascension, once again revealed an attitude of arrogance and contempt for the tiger and leopard army in front of him.

He said with a sneer as he galloped sideways.

"Hundreds of musketeers can't stop us, let alone more than a hundred of you. It's just beyond my means. ”

After speaking, he directly commanded the deputy general behind him, with a murderous face: "Immediately send five hundred warriors to trample all these tiger and leopard troops in front of us into a pulp......

The five hundred Mongolian cavalry, who didn't pay attention to He Guozhong and the others at all, quickly raised their sabers, screamed and rushed towards He Guozhong. It's as if it weren't the tiger and leopard army that had defeated them many times, but a herd of sheep that they were left to slaughter.

One hundred and fifty steps...... As soon as the mighty Mongol cavalry rushed into the range of the muskets, the sound of gunfire like bursting beans rang out in the valley.

The first round of forty buckshots, with a whistling sound, quickly swept towards the Mongol cavalry.

Although the number of lead bullets was not large, when he was scattered on the battlefield with a width of less than ten feet, he directly formed a net of bullets only two or three feet apart.

Under the cover of this fairly dense bullet net, the three Mongolian cavalry who rushed to the front fell to the ground and turned into corpses before they could make any reaction...

Before he died, he still maintained his pre-attack confidence and smile on his face.

Three musket platoons, round after round, shot lead bullets......

Although each round of buckshot could inflict three or four casualties on the Mongol cavalry. However, such losses obviously did not cause any panic for the Mongol cavalry, which had a total strength of five hundred men.

Therefore, the follow-up Mongolian cavalry, still with an unstoppable attack posture, advanced towards the Tiger and Leopard Army step by step.

However, because of the blockage of lead bullets and corpses on the ground, the charging formation of the Mongolian cavalry has become more and more dense invisibly.

Especially when they rushed thirty paces in front of the Haw Par musket formation and began to be attacked by a rain of grenades. Just now, the formation was still three or four hundred paces, but at this moment, it has been crowded together, and the length of the formation has also been shortened to two hundred steps.

And the more than 100 tiger and leopard musketeers hiding on the side of the official road just prepared an ambush circle of 200 paces for these Mongols.

Just as the remaining more than 400 Mongolian cavalry on the official road continued to advance, a signal flare flashing with white light suddenly rose into the air from He Guozhong's location.

Seeing this, one hundred and fifty-one musketeers, including the battalion commander, quickly lit the fuse of the flowering bullet with the fire fold. Then, he threw it hard at the place where the Mongolian cavalry gathered the most on the official road......

Two flowering bombs for one person, and the total number of all of them is three hundred and two

So many flowering shells gathered together to explode, and the results can be imagined. (To be continued......)