The feathered arrows flying in the air were sparse, and many lightly armored archers were hit by oncoming bullets before they could open their bows and release their arrows.

If the Qing army looks closely, it will find that the central phalanx of the Ming army is slightly different from the past. In fact, this is a small variation of the hollow phalanx, that is, when there is no flank and rear flank threat, more musketeers will be put in the front, and more dense and sustained fires will be fired. Hollow is still hollow, but not square, but a rectangle.

The left and right flanks of the central phalanx of the Ming army were guarded by friendly troops, and the distance was very close, so there was little need to worry about the Qing army attacking from the flanks. And the presence of hussars in the rear sweep formation also ruled out the possibility of the Qing army attacking from behind.

The explosions continued, and the musketeers kept rotating their volleys, and with each salvo, many Qing soldiers were hit, and the return fire of the bows and arrows became weaker and weaker.

As soon as the drums of the Qing army changed, the surviving light archers retreated, and the heavy armor soldiers began to appear in front, and the first row was a dense group of shield bearers, who stepped on the drum and began to advance, and the shield line pressed straight like a wall.

Even he did not know how he escaped death, and countless of his companions were killed or wounded, and the screams and wails were still ringing.

The Ming military drums and trumpets have also changed, musket shooting has gradually thinned out, and officers at all levels are urging the soldiers to make adjustments. The ranged threat has been lifted, and with a little reorganization, they are going to meet the onslaught of this armor shield.

The phalanx on the left and right flanks suddenly began to move forward, seeing that they were about to form a concave formation and semi-encircle the Qing army that was charging into formation.

Eighty steps, seventy steps, sixty steps......

The sound of the swan sounded, followed by a deafening roar, and the firelight flashed blizzly, and the Qing soldiers seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer. His whole body shook and he threw himself forward.

With the whistle and the shouts of the officers, the third row of musketeers of the Ming army stood up, took aim with their guns, and the fourth platoon, which had just finished firing, began to load upright, while the soldiers in the first two rows remained in a squatting position, this type of rotation allowed the soldiers who fired first to reload in the most convenient position.

at a distance of fifty paces. Cheap buckshot broke through the armor, pierced or shattered the shield, and killed and wounded the brave Eight Banners.

"Gunpowder" blew the knight class to pieces, which is a bit exaggerated, but the power of technology should not be underestimated. With muskets, it is indeed an indisputable fact that a farmer with a little training can kill a warrior who has been fighting for many years and is skilled in martial arts on the battlefield.

Rows and rows of buckshot scrambled to shoot first, crashing into shields like dense raindrops. Shoot through a pair of armor. Cowhides, planks, and even armor could not withstand the rapid death.

The front row of the Qing soldiers was like a bush of grass blown by a strong wind, and they fell down in unison, countless blood arrows spurted out of their bodies, and countless screams sounded at the same time, and the sudden blow made the other armored soldiers mess up, and the complete shield line showed signs of fragmentation.

Zilha's mouth was wide open. The shrill ringing in his ears made him unable to hear the panicked howls around him, and he looked in horror at the soldiers struggling in the pool of blood in front of him. These battle-hardened elites were so weak in the face of cheap lead, and the belief he had established had been shattered by the presence of a qiē in front of him, and the other armored soldiers around him had also been affected by this huge blow, and the array had come to a standstill.

The roar in his ears seemed to never go away, and the long sound of a swan from the trumpet was heard on the other side, and Zilha was impressed by the sound of the musket before the salvo. Subconsciously lowered his body.

The flickering firelight and the rising white smoke blurred Zilha's vision, and the flying blood mist sprinkled on his face, and he didn't have time to wipe it. The mind seemed to go blank. He looked blankly at the other side, behind the thick white smoke, countless demons and monsters were about to roar out.

Jia La'e really urged the drums of war, urging the soldiers to step forward bravely, close combat, close combat, there is only one way to break the enemy.

The crying and screaming from a distance made Jia Lae Zhen and many Qing soldiers turn around, and they were stunned to find that a group of Ming cavalry had sneaked around the official road at some point. The sound of horses' hooves was sharp, and the more than 100 cavalrymen brandished their sabers and galloped along the official road to kill.

Flesh and blood are flying, people are neighing, and there is already chaos on the official road. The Manchurians, who were caught off guard, screamed and ran, and many more fell to death under the wielding sabers.

Jia La's eyes are really red, this group of Ming cavalry is merciless, all like the reincarnation of the killing god, under the leadership of their leader, a guy with an iron spear, regardless of men, women and children, cut down when they see people, and stab people when they see people. Like a whirlwind, it roared from east to west on the official road, leaving a bloody wolf all the way.

There was a commotion in the formation of the Qing army, and the psychological blow brought by this move was heavy. In the front, they are fighting fiercely to protect their clansmen, but they are killing recklessly in the back, how can they be embarrassed?

The surviving Manchurians stumbled down the official road and rushed towards this Qing army. In their eyes, proximity is the only way to be protected.

"Dush, you lead two hundred cavalry to pursue and kill the enemy." With fire spewing in his eyes, he gave orders in a deep voice, and asked the drummers to intensify their beatings, striving to defeat the Ming army in front of him as best they could.

Niu Lu Dushi led two hundred cavalry to gallop away, pursuing the Ming hussars led by Wang Fuchen. On the battlefield, the drums of war rumbled, and the Qing army all pressed on and began to strike with all their might.

"Fire!" "Fire!" The officers shouted hoarsely, the whistle came in a hurry, and the Ming army suppressed the charging enemy with sustained fire, and the friendly troops on both flanks accelerated the speed of turning and closing and fired at the Qing army to support the middle phalanx.

"Kill, kill!" The four hundred hussars of the Ming army also rested their horsepower, dressed neatly, and rounded up from the right flank to attack the rear of the Qing army.

The gunfire rang out like bursting beans, and the Qing army armor soldiers who had suffered heavy losses finally rushed to the front of the Ming army array.

"Tiger, tiger, kill, kill!" The Ming troops in the front row stood up and rushed forward with bayonets.

The clashing of blades, the popping of flesh, screams, shouts of killing, intertwined, flesh and blood flying, the battle was tragic and short. It was the passing of human lives that came and went, and while paying sacrifices, the heroic battles of this platoon of Ming soldiers gave the comrades behind them a chance.

When the Qing armoured soldiers rushed forward again on the corpses of both the enemy and us, the musketeers of the Ming army fired several rounds of fierce fire at a close distance. Then, another platoon of Ming soldiers rushed forward, harvested the lives of the wounded soldiers with bayonets, and stopped the enemy's onslaught for a moment, buying time for the comrades behind to reload.

The blood flowed on the frozen hard earth, converging into a stream, forming a moor, and then freezing into a slimy paste, and the corpses were pillowed, maintaining a dead posture, lying horizontally and vertically in the area where the two armies were fighting. The soldiers in the middle phalanx no longer had to maintain their formation, the wounded were dragged back, and the soldiers on the flanks and behind were made up.

There was a thunderous shock, and the left flank phalanx had turned forty-five degrees, sending out a powerful volley towards the Qing army in the center, followed by the right flank, which also erupted into fierce fire. The Qing army fell in pieces, and the brutal melee combat made the Qing army extremely close, and also greatly increased the accuracy of the muskets.

One shot at a time, like the sickle of death, cut down the Qing army layer by layer. The winged Ming army pressed towards the middle like two walls of fire, like monsters roaring in the smoke.

Despite the heavy losses in the middle phalanx of the Ming army, they held on, and with a tenacious will to fight, with the support of friendly forces, they saw the Qing army rout.

In the frontal charge, the Qing army invested most of its troops, and in the face of the impact of the Ming hussars, Jia Lae really felt that the more than 200 elite cavalry in his hands were enough to defeat the enemy. In terms of equestrianism, no one can compare to the Eight Banners; In terms of martial arts, the killing of cold weapons, the Eight Banners are not afraid of any enemy.

Limited to the size of the battlefield, the Ming army's hussars lined up a formation of twenty cavalry and launched a charge towards the already weak Chinese army of the Qing army.

Row after row, row after row...... Jia La'e Zhen watched his two hundred elite horsemen under the attack of the Ming army like a never-ending wall wave, less and less, and even the bravest warriors were split under their horses, and did not burst out with any too brilliant personal horsemanship and martial arts.

Is it a one-to-one exchange, or is it slightly superior in the number of kills? He didn't have much time to dwell on this self-comforting question, defeat was defeat, and the enemy was swooping down on his banner, the sound of horses' hooves rumbling like beating on his heart.

Fled, this Jia Lae really fled, only with a dozen cavalry soldiers, and he didn't even have time to give Ming Jin's order.

Narujin is an order to retreat, but the main general to escape is a practical signification. The Qing army, which was engaged in a fierce battle with the Ming army on the battlefield, was already barely supporting and had no hope of victory, and finally collapsed on all fronts at this time. Groups of armor soldiers threw away their armor and ran back desperately, and the overseers stopped doing their duty and fled together.

Those who have horses turn around and flee, and those who do not have horses must be spared under the pursuit of guns and bullets, and they must break through the interception of the Ming hussars before they can run back to the place where the horses are tethered.

"Rush, kill!" The Ming army erupted in an earth-shattering roar, and no longer maintained a strict phalanx, and the soldiers rushed up, spreading their feet to chase the defeated soldiers.

On the battlefield, the sound of hooves was like thunder, and the hussars, in small teams of more than 50 people, scattered in all directions, happily and ruthlessly pursuing, intercepting, and slashing the panicked Qing soldiers.

Zilha ran desperately, and the light armor helped him run a lot faster at this time, but there were others faster than him, and he was suddenly brought to the ground by a rushing Qing soldier, relying on the last bit of consciousness, he rolled to the side, dodging the dozens of pairs of big feet that followed. When he looked up from the ground again, his face was covered in viscous blood.

A blow to his back was like a hammer, and Zirha didn't take two steps before he fell down again, this time unable to get up again. With his head on the ground, he heard countless footsteps passing by him, and the shouts of "Kill the Tartars, Kill the Tartars" became more and more faint, and the last qiē fell silent and fell into darkness.

…………… (To be continued......)