The sky is not yet bright, the autumn is bleak, the mist is dark, the air is fresh, the yellow leaves are gently falling from the treetops, and the waist-high wild grass is mixed with yellow and green, gently swaying in the wind.

Nehana yawned and released water outside the tent. Maybe it was staying up late and drinking a few more glasses, so he had to get up early to vent.

Don't pee in your pants!

Finishing his pants, the dizzy Nihana turned around to leave, and subconsciously, glanced back.

In the grass in front of the camp gate, there were countless rebels with fierce faces armed with swords, guns and firearms, all kinds of turbans wrapped around their foreheads, fierce and vicious, looking at Nehanna, staring at each other.

I'll go......

Nehanna was stunned, and immediately his soul was gone, cold sweat was dripping on his forehead, and he was about to shout loudly, when a feathered arrow rushed to him and hit him in the throat.

Nehanna clutched his throat, his eyes wide open, and he fell backwards.

The rebels shot down Nehana and mounted their horses, but they no longer concealed it, and went straight to the camp of the Qing army.

The sleepy-eyed Keita came out of the tent, saw Nihana lying near the tent, stepped forward and kicked him, and shouted:

"Nehana, what's wrong with you? How to lie ......"

Keita's words got stuck in his throat, and it was only then that he could see the feathered arrow in Nehanna's throat.

Keita was frightened, sweat broke out on his forehead, and he subconsciously raised his head, the rumbling sound of horses' hooves came, and his vision was full of sensational human heads and horses, and the faces of the rebels were hideous and vicious.

"Rebels!"

Keita was so frightened that he shouted two words, turned around and ran.

Keita didn't run more than ten steps, and the knight behind him had already caught up, and the bright saber in his hand was raised, and Keita screamed miserably, falling to the ground, convulsing non-stop.

The knights in the back, brandishing their swords and urging their horses to gallop, rushed past Keita's side and rushed into the camp gate like a whirlwind.

In the middle of the camp, the bannermen who didn't have time to put on their armor ran out of the tent crying wolf, and were hit by the cavalry of the Geng army.

"My mother!"

So many cavalry attacked, they rushed from the mist, brandishing bright long knives, like devils emerging from hell, those officers and soldiers of the green battalion who found the enemy outside the tent, subconsciously turned around and ran, many even threw away their guns.

With the deafening sound of horses' hooves, countless cavalry rushed into the camp gate, and they rampaged, slashing and stabbing spears, and flying arrows, wantonly slaughtering the panicked green battalion soldiers.

The green battalion soldiers got out of the camp like cockroaches, but even if some of the green battalion soldiers resisted, they were not formed, and they were quickly defeated under the impact of the opponent's horse army.

"The rebels are here!"

Shouts rang out, and the shrill sound of gongs woke everyone in the camp. With the frantic slashing of the cavalry, coupled with the chain reaction triggered by the escape, the entire green battalion of the former battalion collapsed.

Without any courage to resist, not even knowing what was happening, everyone had only one thought, and that was to --- escape!

The farther you run, the better!

"Brothers, kill all these dogs. Mother-raised! ”

Ma Chenghu laughed, put his legs between the horse's belly, rode forward, and slashed down a panicked Green Battalion officer. The cavalry behind him brandished their blades and shouted wildly, and everyone was excited. Infantry vs. cavalry, if there is no strict discipline, no well-trained soldiers, and even no fine armor, they can only be killed by the other side. What's more, the other party is scheming, or sneak attack. The rout army scattered and fled, and the Geng cavalry drove the rout army and rushed towards the rear camp of the Qing army.

The collision of iron and blood must be flesh and blood, and blood flows all over the ground, and those lives that were fresh just now are piles of flesh and corpses in an instant.

The routed soldiers fled all over the mountains, and in the back camp, Wang Heyao stood on top of an artillery carriage, dumbfounded.

Is this a shepherd driving his own flock?

And this is also considered a soldier?

Those rebels were wrapped in cloth scarves, their long hair was fluttering, and they were full of artistry, which made him feel good for no reason.

"Old Five, this is Geng Jingzhong's subordinate!"

Zheng Siming stood beside Wang Heyao, his face flushed.

"Wang Heyao, don't let them rush over. Otherwise, you will die!"

Li Fu appeared at the right time, panting, sweating, and with a huge figure, like a tall cylinder wrapped in iron armor.

"Don't worry, the villain will do his best!"

Wang Heyao's heart was also sudden. But his face was calm and unmoving.

"Big brother, you command the artillery!"

"Chen Zigou, you command the firecrackers!"

"II...... Brother, you command the archers! ”

Wang Heyao glanced at Sun Jiachun, who was silent. He originally wanted to ask Lao Huang to command, but Sun Jiachun was next to him.

didn't have time to think about it, facing the frightened green battalion soldiers, Wang Heyao shouted loudly.

"Formation!"

All the infantry together, quickly formed a circle. Wang Heyao picked up his spear and stood in the middle of the front row.

An officer is the soul of an army, and with these rookies playing with his life, he can only take the lead.

Otherwise, everyone is likely to finish playing together.

"Firecrackers, form a formation!"

Chen Zigou's roar sounded, and the firecrackers were quickly divided into three rows, with 60 people in the front and middle rows, 70 people in the back row, and a full 200 people.

The archers stood behind the musketeers, who were few in number, only about 10 people.

The Qing Dynasty strictly forbade the Han people to practice martial arts, and among these peasants who put down their hoes, because they were mountain people, they could pick out more than 10 archers, which was already really good.

As for artillery, Wang Heyao trained a lot of gunners, but there were only six artillery pieces, three medium-sized Franc machine guns, and three 70-pound mountain splitting guns, all of which were small cannons that were easy to carry.

As for the so-called "erosion of 10 miles" of the red-coated cannon, don't even think about it.

Hundreds of routs were driven by the Geng cavalry, crying for their fathers and mothers, panicked and disorganized, and they were about to rush into the rear camp of the Qing army.

"Reload your ammo!"

Zheng Siming sweated on his forehead and shouted loudly.

He personally installed a Franc cannon and then stood up.

"Ready!"

Zheng Siming shouted loudly.

"My lord, so many brothers......"

Tian Er was frightened and asked in a low voice.

"Carry out military orders!"

Zheng Siming shouted angrily, and Tian Er quickly closed his mouth.

The military order is like a mountain, and he has already violated the taboo.

The rout army and the Geng army cavalry were mixed together, and it was a mess, Zheng Siming subconsciously glanced at Wang Heyao.

Wang Heyao nodded slightly, Zheng Siming turned his head, his face was pale, and he shouted loudly.

"Fire!"

"Puffy Puff!"

The sound of artillery suddenly sounded, and the rushing rout fell one by one, fell to the ground and wailed, and even those Geng cavalry were beaten down by dozens of horses.

"Holy shit, shoot indiscriminately!"

"Thion's eyes are blind!"

The routs were frightened and cursed.

These guys, even their own people, are they still human?

"Everyone, prepare!"

Zheng Siming was unmoved, his face was cold, and he shouted loudly.

These eggless guys have lost the face of the Han people, and he feels that his face is dull.

The routs continued to curse and fled to both sides of the large formation, and a few continued to rush forward.

"Fire!"

The sound of artillery rang out, and more than a dozen horsemen were knocked off their horses, and those routs who rushed forward were all beaten into holes of blood, and fell screaming and convulsing in pools of blood.

Wang Heyao "groaned" in his heart, and his brows wrinkled unconsciously.

The Franc machine artillery fired three rounds, the mountain splitting cannon fired two rounds, and the Geng cavalry suffered seventy or eighty casualties, and they dispersed, widening the distance between the horses, and soon entered a hundred paces distance.

Dog's day, not afraid of death, is really a bunch of ...... Bandits!

Wang Heyao's palms were sweating, and his face was silent.

"Gunners prepare!"

"Archer prepare!"

Chen Zigou and Sun Jiachun both had solemn faces and shouted one after another.

"Shoot!"

"Shoot the arrows!"

At a distance of 50 paces, arquebuses were fired, smoke was filled, and arrows from both sides were fired in unison, and the air was full of flying arrows.

The cavalry of the Geng army fell one after another, and several of the king's firecrackers and archers fell, and the screams continued, which made people tremble.

It seems that the firecrackers lost more and the archers suffered less.

"Ahh

Suddenly, one of the musketeers threw his arquebus and fled backwards desperately, leaving the rookies stunned and looking backwards.

"Triple hit, keep shooting!"

Chen Zigou's face was red, he turned over and got on the horse, and quickly caught up with the horse, he directly knocked the deserter away, followed by dismounting, several shots in a row, the flesh and blood of the deserter were blurred, and the screams were repeated, and he soon ran out of breath.

Chen Zigou hit the horse and returned, his face was covered with blood, he watched coldly, and the arrow shot on the armor without moving. The musketeers quickly turned their heads, loaded their ammunition, and fired continuously.

Wang Heyao nodded. This Chen Zigou is a naturally ruthless man and a natural soldier.

The Geng cavalry formed a large arc, and some cavalry approached Wang Heyao's spear formation, trying to crush the battalion from the side.

The sound of fire guns continued, and there was a little panic at first, but the more skilled the fight became, and for a time the white gas on the field was steaming, and it was spectacular.

"What are you running around, looking for death! Stand up! ”

The firecrackers in the front battalion fled, and were beaten by Zhao Guohao, frightened, chaotic, and lined up.

"Everyone, don't panic, take the firecracker!"

Zhao Guohao took Wednesday, Zhang Hei and others to shout loudly in the team, and beat with guns. The musketeers trembled and held their guns firm.

"Reload your ammo!"

While Zhao Guohao roared angrily, Zhang Hei led the sword and shield hands, pushed the vehicle, and stacked it in front of the queue of firecrackers, shielding them from the rain of arrows and setting up obstacles.

Wang Heyao nodded secretly. It is said that actual combat can train people the most, and many of these "recruits" have shown strong adaptability.

Even officers such as Zhao Guohao and Chen Zigou are the same. I believe that after this battle, these people will undergo earth-shaking changes.

"First row, shoot!"

Zhao Guohao shouted loudly, holding the fire gun himself, and took the lead in firing.

The sound of "pop pop" firecrackers sounded, and the galloping rebel cavalry suddenly fell dozens of horses, people screamed horses, and dust was flying.

Wang Heyao's forehead was unconsciously covered with sweat.

This is the war of Tagnon! Bloody war!