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The red flag soldier retreated, leaving **ten corpses within two hundred steps, and the injured and wailing soldiers on the ground were beaten to death by the soldiers of the Tianxiong Army who were killed in the cottage.

"The one who retreats is slashed!" The two Jialazhangjing held their bright steel knives, their faces gradually turning from red and anxious to pale, and finally they were overwhelmed by the crowd of routs. Without the dead in front of them as a barrier, and seeing the amazing power of the bed crossbow, the Jurchens lost the courage to attack when they saw the tragic situation of their companions' bodies being pierced by the long crossbow.

Dolgon immediately looked into the distance, his face as calm as water, unmoved.

If Lu Xiangsheng was on the opposite mountain, he didn't expect to go down in one go, this wave of attacks was just testing the reality. The battle outside the Great Wall of Xuanfu made him realize that this new governor of Xuanda might cause great trouble for the Qing Dynasty. Half a year to provoke the docile defenders of Xuanfu, especially the courage to lead a thousand cavalry out of the fortress to attack the archers, which not only inspired the defenders on the city wall, but also warned him.

The cavalry was ordered to gallop and wave the flag, and the two teams of soldiers with white flags outflanked them from the two wings of the rout, and let the red flag soldiers go through the middle, and the archers raised their bows and rushed towards the Tianxiong army who were chasing and killing the wounded.

Yuan Qizhou saw the Jurchens who answered catch up, put away the three-eyed gun, and roared: "It's time to call it a day!" ”

He is the guard of the war battalion, and his duty does not need to go into battle in person, but it is not his style to see his brothers fighting in front and enjoying themselves, and he stays behind and stares, and he often can't help but step forward to intervene, and even rush to the forefront of the killing. Lu Xiangsheng also turned a blind eye to his style of acting.

Before Yuan Qizhou's words fell, the horn of retreat sounded in the camp. When the Jurchen archers reached two hundred paces away, the Tianxiong infantry dropped the corpses all over the ground and retreated to the camp.

Dolgon, quiet as a stake, watched the whole battle. "Shi Fuling is really the key to this battle!" With just a small wave of temptation, he saw that Xuanda Town was focused on deployment here. The bed crossbow is not terrible, the composure and sophistication of the terrible defenders, only a seasoned soldier can have this kind of battlefield reaction.

"! This tartar's armor is really thick! After returning to the camp, Yuan Qizhou threw the helmet in his hand on the ground, and there was a sound of "Kuang", and the back of the helmet was smashed by him with a gun.

"The armor of the Tartars is really good!" The nearby foot soldiers also smacked their lips in admiration. Just now, time was urgent, and the Jurchens who came to support came very quickly, and only a dozen people had time to pull off the armor on the corpses and bring them back.

"Your Excellency is here!" A whispered warning came from the gate of the camp, and the soldiers stood up in a panic, too late to clean their bloodstained armor.

Lu Xiangsheng brought more than a dozen personal soldiers to inspect it, and he didn't speak all the way, his eyes passed through the soldiers who had just fought, and occasionally saw the impressed soldiers nodding their heads to express encouragement.

"Your Excellency!" Yuan Qizhou bowed.

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Bar Lord 7

"You're the Warlord's Battalion, not the Striker Battalion! Next time, I'll transfer you to the Forward Battalion! Lu Xiangsheng's face darkened.

"Don't dare next time!" Yuan Qizhou puffed up his chest, he knew that the adults were just talking.

Lu Xiangsheng turned his head and saw the armor piled up on the ground, stained with blood and flesh. "Is this the iron armor worn by the Qing Dead Soldiers?" He bent down to pick up a piece, and the scaly armor that was strung together made a "bang" sound. The iron armor was jet black and shiny, and the thickness of the iron sheet was about the same as that of a copper coin.

"Good armor!" Lu Xiangsheng weighed it in his hand, and his heart turned several times. The Qing soldiers were strong and strong, and the soldiers were not afraid of death, and the Ming army could only fight by relying on the steep terrain. The imperial court ordered him to recruit new soldiers in Xuanda Town, but the salary of the military department was often not released on time, the armor and weapons were dilapidated, and the bird guns were crudely manufactured, and there was no hope of getting such armor.

"After this battle, Xuanda will be rectified!" Lu Xiangsheng's mind wandered. If you want to train a strong army in Xuanda, you can't do it without money, he has been an official for many years and knows the atmosphere of the imperial court, and several people in the cabinet in the court and the central government don't deal with him, and he has no friendship with Yang Sichang, the secretary of the military department, so he can only rely on his own way.

Seeing Jia's kung fu, a soldier rushed to the top of the mountain, landed on one knee in front of Lu Xiangsheng, and said, "Report, my lord, the Tartars are attacking the mountain again!" ”

Lu Xiangsheng threw down his armor and got up and walked quickly to the top of the mountain. When he went to the top of Shifu Ridge to see the situation under the ridge clearly, the strings that had just loosened in his heart tightened again.

The Jurchen infantry under the ridge was densely packed, and the cavalry with long knives interspersed with them to supervise the battle, rushing towards the Shifu Ridge.

"If you capture this mountain, you can reach the bottom of the capital of the Ming Dynasty, and you all know what is there!" Du Du, the lord of the white flag, shouted and encouraged the soldiers, only wealth and women could make the robbers wield their strongest strength.

"Ho!" The two white flag dead soldiers walked at the forefront, roaring to help their courage.

The wide iron shield moved forward against the gravel floor, and the dead man had just seen the power of the crossbow, and his hands gripped the handle of the shield with both hands.

The lookouts on the top of the hill reported the distance of the Jurchens according to the pre-set markers,

"Two hundred steps!"

"One hundred steps!"

The crossbowman clasped the back of the machine's hand, and the green tendons bulged.

"Eighty steps, sixty steps!" The closer you get, the more powerful the crossbow will be, and only those swarthy shields will have to be knocked to hit your opponents.

The Jurchen dead soldiers under the mountain were loosely formed, and the pace of progress was getting slower and slower, and the eyes under the armor were full of fear and expectation, ready to withstand the thunderous blow.

"Put!" The commander on the mountain shouted angrily, and thundered down with a hundred meteor hammers.

"Ahh The battlefield resounded with a beastly roar, and the Jurchens held the iron shield with their hands and shoulders, and hid the panic in their hearts with frantic shouts. The battlefield seemed to have been trampled by a herd of bison, some of which were thrown into the sky by the force of the impact, and some of which blocked the wrath of thunder.

After two rounds of crossbow arrows, the men in the camp quickly ran behind the fence and stood in a row, raising the bird guns in their hands.

The battlefield suddenly fell silent, and there was no more the whistling of crossbow arrows or the roar of the Jurchens. Behind the bed crossbow on the high platform, three or four wrestlers drove the old ox to pull the winch, and the crossbowmen moved swiftly to raise the arrow.

The Jurchens seemed to have a short circuit in their brains, and only reacted after a moment, "Rush forward!" The armor men cheered each other and strode towards the camp, the archers following closely behind.

"Bang-bang-bang!" The Tianxiong Army Bird Gun only had time to release one round of guns, and after the smoke of gunpowder filled, the armor soldiers fell in twos and threes.

Leaving dozens of corpses behind, the Jurchens finally approached the camp, the giant axe slashed at the wooden fence with a thick bowl mouth, it seemed that the broken village was in front of them, and the white-armored soldiers shouted excitedly.

The bird's gun quickly retreated, and the three-eyed gunner in thick armor rushed forward, and the gunned eye filled with lead gunpowder was aimed at the white-armored soldier in joy.

This was the loudest weapon, and the entire Stone Breeze Ridge was shaken, and even the roughest musket gun within five steps could hit the opponent. The narrow eyes of the musket turned into a bottomless pit in the eyes of the white-armored soldiers, the axe was left on the stake, and the man fell in a pool of blood.

Long arrows flew in the air, and the Jurchen archers began to return fire, and the precise arrows hit the limbs and faces that the armor of the Tianxiong army could not protect, and the sides of the wooden fence on the outer layer of the camp were the most fierce places for fighting.

"Kill it!" Du Du, who supervised the battle five hundred steps away, was in a hurry, and as long as he rushed into the cottage, the Ming army would definitely not be able to resist.

The bed crossbow was finally loaded, "Woo-woo!" "Lightning-fast crossbows cut off the battlefield, crossbowmen adjusted their direction according to the shape of the battlefield, and the arrows of death turned hell within eighty paces.

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