Zamu and his Mongolian scouts are worthy of being the best cavalry scouts, the two wings searched and advanced when they found the scouts of the Qing army, a skirmish was seen in more than ten seconds, everyone was the winner of the bow and arrow, after all, the Mongolian arrows were faster, the two Qing scouts were shot in the throat and died, since there are enemy scouts in the vicinity, it means that there must be an ambush in front.

After telling General Liu, several company commanders discussed and decided to plan the plan, how to go and how to go, and rest when it was time to rest, loosen the outside and tighten the inside, in fact, the bowstrings of all the ballistas were tightened, the ammunition supply slots were full of arrows, the weapons in the ordnance cars were also taken out and put in a convenient place, and the combustion chambers of the two steam field guns were stuffed with coke and fierce fire oil, burning as they went.

In front of is an open field, a babbling stream flows through, and then in the distance is dense woods and hills, it is a good place for ambushes, the Ming army in charge of liaison is always a young descendant, pointing to the stream and saying: "This place is just to drink horses and rest, the woods in front are dense, if you ambush a group of people and horses, wait for our army to rest when they kill, if I am a Qing army general, I will do this." ”

"That's right, young man, what's your name?" Liu Ziguang posed for an old qualification and asked him.

"The last general, Wu Sangui, has long heard of General Liu's deeds of breaking a chain of horses and chasing the Qing Emperor to take off his boots and escape, and it is really a blessing to be able to fight side by side with the general today." Chinohe arched his hand on his horse. The whole army of Xuzhou knows Liu Ziguang's prestige, and this small thousand households is no exception.

"Wu Qianhu is in love, your name is what I have admired for a long time, I can see it today, it's really fast. By the way, did Wu Qianhu get married? Liu Ziguang asked, it was really fate to meet the prince of Pingxi who was angry and angry here, I don't know if Chen Yuanyuan will marry him at this time.

Wu Sangui was embarrassed, how did General Liu know the name of my little Qianhu, could it be that my uncle Zu Dashou mentioned it to him, no, my uncle didn't know General Liu. Maybe it's someone's polite words, he thought so, and replied in his mouth: "The general has passed the award, and he has followed the example of the Han general Huo Quai, and the Huns have not been destroyed. ”

"Wu Qianhu is really a loyal person of my Ming Dynasty! When you drive the Tartars out of Shanhaiguan, this Shanhaiguan general must be you. Liu Ziguang pretended to be serious and teased. Now Wu Sangui is still a young officer loyal to the country, I hope he can keep the way he is now.

While he was talking, two more scouts came to report that they had found an ambush by the Qing army by the woods in front. "Do you see clearly? How many people are there? Cavalry or infantry? Liu Ziguang asked.

"I didn't see it clearly, but I smelled a smell of horse urine, and it was estimated that there were thousands of horses. In addition, there is a murderous aura permeating, and the small ones can feel the danger. ”

"Fuck you, it's still murderous, it's strange to drag words, listen to the Han people's commentary, right? Do you think you're a hound? You can smell horse urine from so far away, and there are thousands of horses, you can really pull it. Zamuhe scolded with a smile. turned back to Liu Ziguang and said: "This kid does have a dog's nose, he said that there are thousands of horses, then it is definitely not five hundred." Looks like someone is waiting for us. ”

"That's right, Chishu, why didn't you know you had such a smart nose before? An eagle on the steppe? No, it's a sacred dog on the prairie. Liu Ziguang said to the scout with a keen sense of smell that this guy used to be in a slave team with Liu Ziguang, and he had been mixing with Zamuhe, and he was also an acquaintance.

Thousands of cavalry, we only have a hundred light cavalry and a hundred horse infantry, the other five hundred are infantry, mobility is not as good as the opponent, but the firepower should far exceed the opponent, the standard configuration of the Qing army is sixty arrows per person, half of the long-range light arrows and half of the close-range heavy arrows, and the death battalion is basically a bow, the cavalry is equipped with a strong recurve compound bow, the bow needs two people to work together to do it, the arrows are made of fine bamboo poles, carved feathers, and steel clusters. The infantry's long-range weapons were even more sufficient, each with a Zhuge crossbow, as long as the mechanism was triggered, twenty iron arrows erupted, although the strength was not enough to shoot through the iron armor, but the rainstorm covering blow was enough to make people chill. The spears in the hands of Anthony's 100 heavy infantry were not vegetarian, and whether they were used as a spear or thrown as a javelin, it was a nightmare for their opponents. There were also ten crossbows, powerful weapons that could pierce through horses, and as long as the arrows could be supplied, they would be enough to deal with the assault of a large group of cavalry. Not to mention the fact that there are two secret weapons--- steam cannons.

Putting these aside, the horse kung fu of a hundred nomadic cavalry and a hundred mounted infantry is not easy to match, even if the cavalry fights can be one enemy and two, Liu Ziguang, Zha Muhe, Anthony, Duncan, Zhong Shouyong, and Wu Sangui, these people are all ten thousand enemies, and if you want to get cheap from them, you have to pay a heavy price.

The order to prepare for battle was conveyed in various languages, the soldiers pressed the swords of the saber without care, and even the coachmen dragged the Zhuge crossbow under the seat out at will.

When the convoy was still some distance from the creek, a hundred light cavalry quietly left the brigade under the leadership of Zamuhe and detoured back to the enemy's back, and the convoy continued to drive to the creek as if nothing happened, and formed a circle of vehicles, the mules and horses untied to drink, and the soldiers also unloaded their armor and chatted and rested.

The fireheads took out iron pots and rice bags and scooped up rice in the upper reaches of the stream, and in a short time smoke rose from the excavated earthen stoves.

A group of cavalrymen did not carry weapons, but rode to the predetermined assault road of the Qing army and frolicked for a while before slowly returning back, and no one noticed that the sharp knick-knacks of the cavalry were leaking from behind their horses.

Looking at their clumsy riding skills, Ebi Long Dutong and several of his subordinates all laughed contemptuously, the Han people are not suitable for riding horses at all, how can they be the opponents of our skilled white flag elite soldiers, let these guys ride their horses one last time, and they will no longer have their lives in no time.

It was almost time for the woods to be about a mile and a half away from the creek, and with a certain slope, enough for the cavalry to sprint and exert their speed to the extreme, and the Han cowards who hid behind the carts must be frightened when they hear the sound of thunderous horses' hooves.

"Get on your horse, charge!" A simple order burst out of Epilon's mouth, and 1,500 elite cavalrymen with white flags with bows and arrows in their hands rushed out of the woods. It was like a stream of white iron flowing out in a steady stream, rushing towards the direction of the stream. The cavalrymen were wearing a standard white flag with iron plates inside and white cloth and copper nails on the outside, and wore helmets shaped like wine cups, with a small spear with white tassels inserted in the middle of the helmet, and a savage howl came out of their mouths, and the bows and arrows in their hands kept firing, and the war horses under their crotches ran faster and faster, and it would not take long to kill the Han people, cut off their lowly heads, and hang them under the neck of the war horses to return to the camp to show off.

The Han people were really in a mess in shock, some of the bold ones went to take bows and arrows in a vain attempt to resist, and many more fled to the back of the cart to avoid the rain of arrows.

The soldiers who climbed behind the cart suddenly lifted some of the tarpaulins covered by the cart, revealing the crossbows, and the Qing soldiers were furious, these cowardly Han dogs still dared to resist stubbornly! It's really unbelievable.

There is a soldier on both sides of the crossbow to wind the crossbow with his foot on the pedal, the transmission chain through several pulleys to drive the powerful bowstring to pull back, after the bullet groove is full, the short spear-like arrows in the slot will automatically fall, and then the bowstring rebounds, the arrow is shot out fiercely, so back and forth, the crossbowman chooses the soldiers with muscular legs, plus several months of intensive training, it is very easy to kick up the crossbow, they hide behind the iron armor and are not afraid of the opponent's bow and arrow attack, aiming and feeding naturally other people are responsible. The crossbow armor is tight, the rate of fire is high, and the power is great, and the Qing soldiers wearing armor are penetrated at once, and even the war horse can be killed with one arrow, which is really a terrifying weapon.

The bannermen galloped desperately. He didn't care about archery, so he hid himself behind the horse's head and drew his saber with one hand, and now he could only rely on the horse's speed and quickly approach the enemy for hand-to-hand combat.

Under the unified command of Zhong Shouyong, the ten crossbows adjusted the angle and direction of shooting, and a steady stream of arrows were directly transported from the ordnance vehicle to the ammunition supply slot, so there was no need to worry about the lack of ammunition supply.

Seeing the soldiers around him being pierced by thick arrows one after another, Ebilong was so anxious that he shouted, "Get the shield." Only then did the bannermen come to their senses, and took off their small round shields to protect them in front of them, but they could not guard against ordinary bows and arrows, and they could not guard against the thick arrows of the crossbows, and they could not guard against themselves, and they could not guard against the war horses, and they suffered heavy losses for a while. There were also many war horses that were not hit by arrows and fell to the ground with a scream, as if they had stepped on something sharp, and a banner soldier who rolled off his horse was also pierced, and when he pulled out the thing on his buttocks, it turned out to be an iron thistle wrapped in yellow mud, with three extremely sharp spikes, no matter how he was placed, there was always a thorn that was upward. The soldier clutched his bleeding ass and shouted, "Beware of thistles on the ground!" ”

But at this juncture, how to be careful, I can only rush forward with the optimistic spirit of "Dead Dao Friends Do Not Die Poor Dao", and you can return a tooth for a tooth when you kill it, so that the Han dogs can taste the fast knives of the Eight Banners athletes.

There are two black holes in the middle of the Han people's cart, no need to ask, it must be some secret weapon made by the cunning Han dogs, there is no one behind it, the flag soldier who rushed to the front pulled out his bow and arrow to suppress the other party and couldn't find anyone, when he was looking around, these two suspicious iron pipes suddenly made two loud noises, thick white smoke spewed out of the pipe, and I don't know what will shoot out.