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"The Jurchens are here!"

Lu Xiangsheng frowned with his backhand, making the scout in front of him feel uneasy. His eyes looked out of the window, there were not many trees on the Shifu Ridge, and the outside of the camp was bare stones, just like the bottom of Xuanda Town was exposed in the eyes of the Jurchens. It's not for nothing that Qing Yu has made Da Ming helpless all these years, those people are really not easy people, if they are destined to fight on the frontal battlefield, then come!

"Order Wang Pu, the chief soldier of Shanxi, to lead his troops to Shifu Ridge!"

"Yes!"

The herald hurriedly descended the mountain, and Lu Xiangsheng walked out of the camp and circled the mountain again. The spring air was humid, and some green grass was struggling to grow between the big round rocks, which reminded him of his situation.

Behind this mountain is the Jingshi of the Ming Dynasty, and he has no way to retreat. Ling Zhai Zhe's plan to lure the enemy failed, but he was not ready to let Zhai Zhe enter the battlefield too early for the time being, that was the only cavalry in Xuanda Town that could use field combat to rival the Qing captives, and he had many experiences in engaging the Qing captives. There are many reasons why he is willing to accept Zhai Zhe into the Ming Dynasty, and this is one of them.

The defenders around him were all familiar faces, some came from Nanzhili's hometown to follow him, some joined the army in the three southern provinces of Gyeonggi, and some recruited and marched in Yunyang, and they were all good sons and daughters under his command who entered the Tianxiong army.

Scouts are coming and going more frequently, and the sound of horses' hooves is getting more and more rapid.

"Report, the Qing Pioneer has arrived a hundred miles away!"

"Report, the Qing captives are fifty miles away!"

"Report, the Qing captives are already twenty miles before the pass!"

Lu Xiangsheng stood on the top of Shifu Ridge and looked into the distance, and saw the flags waving on the Guanqian Avenue, and the Jurchen cavalry rolling in.

The horn of assembly sounded on the top of the mountain, and the Tianxiong soldiers took their positions. The firearms battalion inspected the firecrackers and stone cannons for the last time, and wrapped the fire rope around its waist to prepare for ignition; The crossbowman holds the box of the crossbow by his side. The bed crossbow is the unique equipment of the Tianxiong Army, the Ming Dynasty's firearms are inferior, the bird gun and the three-eyed gun are not as good as the bow and arrow, and the crosshair is poor, two years ago, Lu Xiangsheng in order to deal with Gao Yingxiang's ironclad cavalry specially found craftsmen to prepare a heavy bed crossbow, and repeatedly performed miraculous feats in the Central Plains campaign. After arriving in Xuanda Town, Lu Xiangsheng attached great importance to firearms and promoted bird guns in the military camp, but the bed crossbow has also been maintained.

Yuan Qizhou inspected the battalions one by one, shouting and scolding all the way: "Wake up Lao Tzu, don't be confused, take out the momentum of beating Gao Yingxiang, just like the defenders of Xuanzhen did them on the Great Wall, don't lose the prestige of the Tianxiong Army!" "He is a native of Nanzhili, but he has a northerner's temper and speaks rudely, but such direct scolding in the army is often more likely to irritate morale. Being able to serve as a superintendent in the Tianxiong Army, in addition to being brave in battle, it is not unrelated to the fact that he is Lu Xiangsheng's fellow countryman.

"I'm afraid that he will have an egg, so I will do it when I come!" The sergeant of the army saw that Lu Xiangsheng was still far away, and he had the courage to make peace with Yuan Qizhou. No wonder the Chinese officials of the dynasty looked down on Lu Xiangsheng, even if they were also members of the Donglin party, such as Qian Qianyi, Zhang Pu and others had little contact with him, how could a Confucian be in the company of vulgar peddlers and pawns all day long?

The Jurchens stopped five miles below the ridge, and in front of the Shifu Ridge was an open gravel field, and Dolgon led a large army to camp on the spot. He did not rush to attack immediately, but first turned around and carefully looked at the terrain of Shifu Ridge, the defenders on the ridge did not raise a banner, but intuitively he knew that Lu Xiangsheng, the governor of Xuanda, must be here.

The soldiers and horses on the mountain and down the mountain confronted each other all night.

In the early morning of the next day, four columns of foot soldiers, numbering more than 2,000 people, came out of the Jurchen camp, all under the banner of a red flag. The army entered the Ming Dynasty this time to claim revenge for Yue Tuo, and Dolgon let the red flag soldiers take the lead every time he went into battle.

The two Jurchen armor lama Zhen commanded the heavily armored dead men to hold thick shields in front, and the rest of the armor soldiers scattered in the back, and finally the archers, marching towards the mountain road.

Five hundred paces before the pass, the army stopped and stagnated for a quarter of an hour, and before the defenders' artillery attacked, the dead man relaxed and walked towards the pass with a weighing pace.

The closer he got to the pass, the more solemn the dead man's face became, his hands clenching the iron shield to protect most of his body, and the giant axe hanging on his back.

One hundred steps, eighty steps, Yuan Qizhou silently estimated the distance.

I don't know who shot the first arrow on the mountain, and it smashed on the shield with a "ding", causing the dead soldiers attacking the mountain to stagnate.

"Release!" The commander waved his flag and shouted

Behind the wooden fence, there was a row of uneven "bangs", the scattered lead of the birds shrouded down like a large net, and the iron shields in the hands of the Jurchen dead soldiers crackled like fried broad beans, sparks shot in all directions.

Thin white smoke rose from the camp, and Yuan Qizhou stared at the situation on the battlefield with wide eyes, and his face was very ugly. The Jurchen dead at the forefront almost completely withstood the blow, but no one fell. Lead can break through the thickest iron armor of the Jurchens, but it has no effect on the thick iron shield.

After the sound of the gun, the two Jia La's true swords waved their knives and ordered: "Rush!" The Jurchen warriors quickened their pace. It took time to replace the lead gunpowder after the bird was cast, and the frequency of attack was much less than that of the bow and arrow, and this gap was the best time for them to deal with the Ming army. The Jurchen archers were faster, galloping to the side of the dead, and firing their bows and arrows at the dense crowd of bird-gunners.

In the camp, the Tianxiong Army Bird Gun did not stand in place to load ammunition as they imagined, but quickly retreated. The crossbowmen, hidden behind them, lifted the leather cover that covered the bed crossbow.

"Fifty steps!" Yuan Qizhou leaned out of the upper body of the camp and swung his knife to shoot down the long arrow that flew in front of him, "Release!" ”

The crossbow whistled down with a sharp wind, completely piercing the body of the armorer fifty paces away, and shooting into the gravel ground with only its tail out.

The iron shield of the dead man could not prevent such a big impact, the crossbow arrow hit the iron shield and let out a piercing scream, and the sound of the two pieces of steel violently rubbing made the listener's teeth weak, and the arm of the dead man who was shot was numb, and the tiger's mouth was painful, and the iron shield flew out of his hand.

The crossbow arrows that flew out were like a meteor hammer, and they could shoot up to two hundred paces away, and the approaching Jurchen archers were caught off guard, and their bodies were pierced, revealing huge blood holes.

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The meteor hammer flew out one after another, nailing the red flag armor like an eye, and the dying wounded rolled and writhed on the ground like a seven-inch python, and the scale-like iron armor stirred up the dust on the ground.

First at a loss, then in a panic, the Jurchens had never seen a weapon like a bed crossbow in the battle with the Ming army, and they didn't know how to deal with it for a while, so they retreated in a hurry.

The attack lasted only three to five minutes, and the heavens and the earth suddenly fell silent, and the sound of crossbow arrows stopped abruptly.

"Kill!" Yuan Qizhou jumped out, picked up the three-eyed gun in his hand and went straight to the nearest Jurchen dead man. The mace-like head smashed into the man's helmet, Yuan Qizhou didn't care whether the person was alive or dead, and rushed to the next target, he was still very confident in his hand strength. The lightly armored infantry behind him swarmed upward, and the sound of the three-eyed guns was louder than the bird's guns and crossbow arrows.

The Tianxiong army chased after the Jurchen soldiers who seemed to have no owner, and attacked the dead soldiers who were staggering because of the heavy armor. The foot soldiers did not fight the Jurchens at all, and several people surrounded the dead soldiers as if they were teasing angry bulls, and the gunners looked for an opportunity to put a gun in their backs, and the battle ended.

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