It was the other six banners who were watching the excitement and gave the Liao army a chance to breathe. Huang Taiji and Dai Shan did not know that this was the battle in which the Eight Banners were most likely to defeat the Liao army.

Yuan Chonghuan held the telescope in his hand and watched as Zu Dashou stabbed out of the mountain col like a sharp sword. Their goal was to target the town of Two White Flags, despite the huge losses. But there are still more than 1,000 infantry in the town of the two white flags, and hundreds of Han Eight Banners to protect them.

Zu Kuan and Zu Chengxun were very nervous, just in the battle of Li Guanzhen not long ago. Wu Sangui was severely injured by the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty, and the battalion under his command lost more than half of the battle. The news spread in the Second Cavalry Division, and everyone knew that the Eight Banners of the Han Army were not easy to fight.

The cavalry of the two white flags was seduced away by the Mongols, and a large group of infantry with two white flags fought fiercely with the Qin soldiers halfway up the mountain. Along the Great Tiger Mountain in Montenegro, there are Han army flags and Liao troops fighting everywhere. As a feint, of course. Most of them were cats shooting from behind cover, and there were few casualties on either side.

The commanders on both sides were very dangerous, and Yuan Chonghuan had only one guard squad by his side. After Li Xiao sent the guard company out to reinforce the Qin soldiers, there was only one guard platoon. However, their command position was set on the top of the mountain, and it was impossible for the cavalry to quickly rush in front of Li Xiao.

Compared with Li Xiao, Dolgon and Fan Wencheng had a lot more guards around them. Fan Wencheng still has three hundred-man teams in his hands, and Dolgon even has three elite Niu Lu in his hands. There were more than 1,200 people, surrounded by the two of them for protection.

Zu Dashou gritted his teeth, and when he fought to this point, he could only let it go.

The entire battlefield became a pot of porridge, but Yuan Chonghuan chose the point very accurately. After deploying most of the troops of the two white flags, Zu Dashou plunged into the heart of the enemy's main town like a sharp sword. As long as the generals of the enemy army are killed, the rest of them, whether they are Han army flags or two white flags, will collapse without a fight.

The horses galloped like thunder, and the horse's hooves raised smoke and dust that soared into the sky. From afar, Zu Dashou saw Rulin's swords and guns, as well as the muzzle of the black hole in the Han Army Banner.

Suddenly, a puff of green smoke rose from the opposite side, and Zu Dashou hurriedly pressed his body against the horse's back. A bullet with a whistle flew past about two feet from its head. The distance was very long, and there were few muskets, and only a few people in the front row were hit.

Three centurions, that is to say only a hundred people who shot at the same time. In the face of the cavalry attack of more than 1,600 people, the firing formation of 100 people is indeed not enough.

The same tactic was a three-stage shot, with the first row of musketeers firing and the second row continuing to follow. When the second row of people fired, the number of people who fell began to increase. Zu Dashou saw that many war horses were bursting with blood beads on their bodies. However, the muscles of the running war horse were crumbled. Although many horses suffered gunshot wounds, few were immediately incapacitated.

The speed of the war horses is getting faster and faster, and the most dangerous third wave of shooting has arrived.

More than half of the more than 100 knights in the front row were killed by muskets. Many of those who were sitting on the horses also suffered gunshot wounds.

After three waves of bullets, he finally rushed to a distance of only one hundred and ten paces. At this time, the flag soldiers of the Han army, who had shot in the first row, had also been loaded and began to shoot.

"Bang", "Bang", "Bang" and "Bang" were fired almost simultaneously, and on the side of the Han army flag were muskets. The Liao army is a three-eyed god gun!

Someone on both sides fell almost at the same time, and at this distance they were actually lining up to shoot each other.

A soldier's head was pierced, and Zu Dashou blocked it with his hand, so that the brains did not splash on his face. The distance was already dozens of steps away, so he took off the grenade and put it on the pull ring, and threw it out with all his strength.

Throw it far enough, or you're likely to blow yourself up.

A rain of grenades rained down on the Houjin army, and Dolgon and Fan Wencheng watched as sparks exploded one after another in the crowd. When the formation was chaotic, Zu Dashou's cavalry rushed in.

The three-eyed god gun in his hand changed his grip and turned into a hammer. In the face of the heavily armored infantry of the two white flags, the power of the hammer is actually greater than that of the sword. A blunt object smashes against the flesh, making a "poof" and "poof" sound. As long as he is hit by the three-eyed god gun, he will end up with broken tendons and fractures.

However, the opponent is the strong two white flags, and not long ago, they were the two yellow flags of Nurhachi's elite. Although the color of the clothes has been changed now, the strong combat power has not changed.

After the initial confusion, the bulls of the two white flags quickly formed a formation. A kind of felt full of nails was laid on the path of the cavalry, as long as the horses stepped on it. The anxious horse will jump around until it turns the rider off its back. Or maybe they just fell and threw the knight on the horse to the ground.

In either case, there will be several people gathered around. Slash and stab the spear at the man who fell from the horse, until the man on the ground no longer struggled.

Normally, in this case, the soldiers of the Liao army will pull the grenades on their bodies. After an explosion, several Houjin soldiers often fell to the ground and howled. When they were dying, they had to pull a few pads, which became the last wish of the soldiers.

The three-eyed eye gun in Zu Dashou's hand was full of blood and brains, and he didn't know how many heads he had smashed. After rushing forward a hundred and ten steps, he suddenly saw Dolgon, who was dressed in gorgeous armor on his horse and had a helmet on his head like a lightning rod.

Zu Dashou didn't think about it, and when he shook his hand, a grenade flew over.

Overestimating his physical strength, the grenade fell to the ground dozens of steps away from Dolgon. There was a "boom" explosion, and two Tartar soldiers fell.

"Dang" an arrow shot impartially on the steel helmet and bounced off, and the huge impact force made Zu Dashou on the horse almost fall off the horse.

I don't know if this steel helmet has saved my life for the first time, it's fucking good to have an iron hat. It's just that the hat is painted with green paint, which is a little ugly!

"Kill it, that's the Tartar official." Zu Dashou pointed in the direction of Dolgon, and took the lead in riding his horse to kill him.

"Kill!" Zu Dashou was not the fastest to react, Zu Kuan and Zu Chengxun were on the left and right, like two sharp swords. The two cavalry companies were like two sharp knives, and although the two white-flag infantry resisted desperately, the manpower could not stop the strong impact of the cavalry. The two teams are getting closer and closer to Dolgon!

"Lord Belle, you go first. The minions give you a broken queen! Fan Wencheng stopped in front of Dolgon's horse, and with a wave of his hand, more than two dozen soldiers with firearms stopped in front of the two.

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang" ......! With a gun at such a close distance, it is difficult for the gods to dodge. Of course, accidental injuries are inevitable. But at this time, I can't care about so much.

The bullet pierced the sternum of Zukuan's warhorse, and the warhorse neighed and fell to the ground. Zu Kuan, who was on the horse, hurriedly shook off the stirrup and rolled on the ground a few times to remove the force of the forward rush. Before he could stand up, a large knife slashed head-on.