Chapter 227 Fanren was defeated in hand-to-hand combat

"It's now!"

Yu Feng waved his hand, and the soldiers around him waved the flag, and the soldiers of the training camp, who had been waiting impatiently in the hiding cave, let out a strange cry and rushed out of the hiding cave.

The Korean musketeers had already reached the bottom of the city, and at this angle, unless the projectile fired by the musket in their hands could be turned, there was no threat to the soldiers at the head of the city. And even if the few musketeers who had climbed to the top of the city were in chaos in the crowd of the Tartars at this moment, they did not dare and could not set their muskets indiscriminately.

Rushing out, the muskets of the enemy soldiers below who are waiting for them are really guns and guns. Those who have already lost their lives, use their lives to tell these comrades who have just climbed the city wall that this road is not going to work!

If you don't rush, the soldiers behind you don't know the situation on the head of the city, and they are still climbing up in a steady stream, and the city wall, which is not very wide, suddenly becomes crowded.

And at this moment, a group of monster-like guys who suddenly poured out of the hiding cave were more like monsters than people, and they were holding all kinds of weapons in their hands that even their long-standing veterans couldn't even name, which exacerbated this confusion.

The soldiers of the training camp, and these soldiers crowded on the head of the city, those are two moods. The people who can come to the East to explore and pan for gold, which one is not a brave man, to exaggerate a little, which one does not have a few lives in his hands. In the battle of the army, they may be worse than those sergeants who have strictly undergone cooperative training, but they are much stronger than the soldiers of the Fengzi Battalion if they do not form in formation, and purely rely on personal martial arts and close combat.

Scuffles are simply their specialty!

Mace, tiger head hammer, straight knife, wat knife, mountain axe, etc., what is that? Tongs? There is actually a guy who makes a crocodile mouth scissors that resemble the crocodile god of the South China Sea, this kind of thing is simply a strange flower in the Qimen weapon.

Hooligans can still punch and kill the master, let alone the Tartars who are not the master. Moreover, their opponents are not hooligans, but organized hooligans, and the brave Tartars can still parry, and even leave a mark on the body of a certain Fanren soldier, but the result of this bravery is that they are targeted by several Qimen blades at the same time, and then, they die faster and more neatly than other Tartars.

Those who are a little less courageous are looking down at the city while parrying, either to see how long it will be before reinforcements arrive, or to estimate what the chances of not being killed if they jump from the city.

The flesh and blood flew on the top of the city, screaming again and again, and the puppet army of the Korean musketeers under the city had already stopped climbing to the top of the city, and the corpses that kept falling from the city told them that there was no overseer behind them with knives to force them up, and they stayed below here, I am afraid that it would be safer than Baba to go up and send them to death.

Of course, they did not know that on the other side of the wall, the soldiers with muskets like them had cleared the enemy troops from the city walls, and were coming towards the city in an orderly manner according to their own formation--- they had missed the best opportunity to leave this place of death.

And at this moment, the soldiers who came out of the Tartar camp to meet their second wave of attack were at least four or five hundred steps away from the city wall.

"Adults use soldiers, it's really ...... Students can't find any words to describe it! Chen Minzhi saw that the number of Tartar soldiers on the head of the city was rapidly decreasing, and his own musketeers had already occupied the battlements of the city wall one by one with the advance of those Fanren soldiers, which was simply inexplicable.

"Taking a risk? Do you want to say this? Yu Feng said with a smile, just this one and the same, almost buried more than 1,000 Tartars, and these Tartars are not Korean vassal troops, nor Han soldiers of the Han army banner, but genuine Manchu Tartars and Mongolian Tartars, he has reason to relax at this moment.

"No, no!" Chen Minzhi shook his head: "It should be said that it is strange!" Since ancient times, there has been a general who defends the city, who dares to put the enemy army besieging the city into the city, and then gather and annihilate it, and the adults do it lightly, such a layout, outsiders look extremely dangerous, who knows that the adults are confident? ”

Everyone likes to listen to good words, although Yu Feng couldn't help but want to make an indifferent appearance, but the smile in the corner of his eyes still betrayed him: the joy in his heart was no less than Chen Minzhi at this moment.

The next battle, basically there is no difficulty, the Tartars who climbed up to the head of the city, after several blows by the musketeers, in the battle with the training camp, the number has been at an absolute disadvantage, and the Tartar reinforcements can not arrive in time, they are already doomed, only the end of being completely annihilated.

For the soldiers of the training camp, a Tartar's head is equal to five taels of silver and three months' salary, and no matter how dying the Tartars are, they can't stop their enthusiasm for grabbing wealth.

When the guns rang out from the top of the city, and the Korean musketeers attached to the city walls ran away, there was no longer a living Tartar soldier on the city, and the Tartar reinforcements who had just crossed the moat were just in time for this wave of endless bullets.

This time, no matter how harsh the military order is, no one wants to burrow under the city wall for their lives, and the ashes of the ten thousand enemies who have not yet been completely extinguished are all reminding them that perhaps the defenders at the head of the city have lit countless such poisonous fires, waiting for them to throw themselves into the net. So, they collectively chose to go backwards.

Retreat on all fronts!

Whether it was the Korean musketeers or those Tartar soldiers, one by one spread their feet and ran towards the back, leaving the city wall, it was not safe enough, maybe the overwhelming rain of arrows came again, and they ran out of the range of these feathered arrows on the ground, so that they did not have to worry about their lives.

Several Tartar generals, waving the knives in their hands, shouted loudly, and killed a few rout soldiers who were holding their heads and scurrying, but this was the case, and they did not stop the wave of soldiers fleeing, but they themselves were rushed by the crowd, and they couldn't help but follow the flow of people and retreated towards the back. Although they knew that even if they had the life to run back this time, they would definitely be sent by their superiors to the first wave of charging teams next time.

The sound of the horn in the Tartar camp made them finally let go of their thoughts, and the army was recruited, so this was not a rout and a rout, but a withdrawal of the military order, presumably, the responsibility would not be too heavy!

"Eight flags are not more than 10,000, and more than 10,000 are invincible!" Yu Feng took a sip gently: "I'm sorry, but that's it!" ”

With the horn of the other party's troops, seeing those defeated soldiers speeding up their pace and running wildly one by one, Yu Feng knew that he had won this battle, and he had won it beautifully. Before he even used the reserves, the other party ran away. And from the beginning of the battle to the present, the section of the city wall that Zhao Gui is responsible for in the east is also as stable as Mount Tai, and there is not even a signal to report an emergency, indicating that on the battle line over there, the Tartars have also been deflated.

Thinking about it, his side ignored the Tartars to go to the city, but used the trick of luring the enemy to go deeper, on Zhao Gui's side, but he really did it with the Tartars, almost all the iron furnaces and chains prepared earlier were concentrated on his side, and it was strange how much advantage the Tartars could take advantage of under the anti-sky city defense weapon like "Iron Lock Hengjiang"!

"Send out lookouts, rest on the spot, call the people to come up, and clean up the corpses!"

"Injured soldiers, immediately call Lang Zhong to see, if Lang Zhong can't see so much at once, immediately send them to the medical center in the city, don't delay treatment!"

Yu Feng issued orders in an orderly manner, although this battle did not last even an hour, but even this hour seemed to drain all his spirits and spirits, making him feel tired for a while.

"Call Velasco!"

Chen Minzhi behind him brought a chair for Yu Feng, Yu Feng sat down, and saw that although Chen Minzhi was also like himself, he was a little tired between his eyebrows, but his eyes were bright and full of excitement.

"My lord, we won!"

"If this Dorgon doesn't leave for a day, we won't win!" Yu Feng smiled: "It's just a small victory!" ”

"Nearly a thousand real tartars!" Chen Minzhi was slightly excited: "This is still a small victory?" ”

"yes, isn't it a thousand tarthals?"

"Students dare to ask, how much time did it take for adults to go from 100 households to guerrillas, and how much money did they use?" Chen Minzhi did look a little excited, and such questions were asked.

"It didn't take much time, but as for the silver, it's about thirty or fifty thousand taels!" Yu Feng thought about it, and counted the 30,000 taels of silver lent to the Bu family into this confused account, but this calculation also made sense, if he didn't send the silver to the Bu family, he wouldn't be able to meet Xu Yuanliang, and this guerrilla would naturally not be so easy to get.

Chen Minzhi stretched out a slap and gestured in front of Yu Feng: "The student in the Nanjing Military Department, once had some friendship with some adults, you know, in the border town, fifty Tartar heads, after the military department tested, if it is proved to be true, you can create a guerrilla, no matter if the fifty heads are a small flag or a hundred households!" ”

"In this way, if these heads I cut off today are brought to Beijing, won't even the secretary of the Ministry of War have to do it?" Yu Feng laughed, no matter whether Chen Minzhi's words were true or not, and even did not rule out the possibility that he slapped his ass around the bend, Yu Feng was indeed a little proud, didn't he say that the Eight Banners were invincible? Brother, if I spend a few more games with you like this, I will make your Emperor Taiji even the guards guarding the Jinluan Palace tight, I don't think you will be in trouble!

Chen Minzhi also laughed with him, and at this time, Velasco walked in in a bright body, just like he had just returned from a banquet for a noble lady.

"Velasco? How did you just go? ”

Velasco glanced slightly, "Just two shots!"

"You're less tired!" Yu Feng knew very well about him, knowing that this guy was pretending to be a gesture: "Even if you don't fire a shot, this reward is indispensable to your largest share, has the head counted, how much is it?" ”

"My lord, it's four hundred and twenty-six heads!" Velasco's number is very clear, and it is estimated that the soldiers of the training camp, as soon as they rested, carried their heads to their generals to receive rewards.

"Go to the treasury and receive three thousand taels of silver, and divide them according to the head, and if you have more, I will give you a reward!" The emperor is not a bad soldier, give me my life, naturally I can't treat you badly. ”