? Chapter 335: Dare to fight me

With the sound of gunfire, at least a hundred or so Tartar cavalry fell in front, and even if there were lucky ones who did not die, they would immediately be trampled into 'meat' pies by the Tartar cavalry who came up in front of them, and there was no mercy to talk about, this is war, and it is extremely cruel.

Zhao Gui was trying to adjust his emotions at this time, commanding the musketeers around him, 'shooting' again and again, this is the battlefield, either you die or I die on the battlefield, if you want to survive, you must pull the enemy off the horse, this is the only way.

Although the Tartar cavalry in front of them had been slowed down to a certain extent under the powerful fire of the musketeers, the pressure they put on the hookgunners had not slowed down much at all, and the bloodshed was happening every second, and every second of this war passed, someone would die because of it, whether it was the soldiers of the Wind Battalion or the cavalry of the Tartars.

"Warriors, kill me, use our iron hooves to break through this paper-paste battle formation in front of me, let them know our strength, let them tremble under the iron hooves of our Great Qing, and let them become our slaves!" I don't know when Ba'a Xiang had rushed to the front from the rear, gesturing his men while not forgetting to use his oversized voice to cheer for his soldiers.

In the hearts of the Tartar cavalry, the appearance of the first warrior in the tribe was undoubtedly a shot in the arm for them, and they immediately began to launch a fierce impact on the front of the Fengzi battalion with red eyes and a roar like a fierce beast with a 'spring', which directly led to a sharp increase in the pressure of the hookgunners' phalanx, and the casualties could not help but increase, once the cavalry broke through, it would be an inevitable disaster.

"My lord, the Tartars are crazy, don't die, the phalanx of hookgunners in front of us won't last much time if we go on like this, if we let them break through the hookgun column, the musketeers will be in danger!" Just when Zhao Gui was frowning and looking at the battle situation in front of him, suddenly a voice sounded in his ears.

Zhao Guizai's expression was tense and he turned his head sharply, looked at the completely unfamiliar musketeer beside him, and shouted loudly: "Of course I know this, but what can I do?" Seeing that the Tartar leader didn't, the reason why these dog-day Tartar cavalry were able to suddenly go crazy was entirely because of that leader, but unfortunately, it was too far away for the muskets to reach. ”

Zhao Gui pointed to the burly and tall man in front of the cavalry, with a money rat tail, 'exposing' the two muscles and 'flesh' in front of the 'chest', and commanding behind the typing of the charge, this guy was very cunning, the lost Tartar corpse in the ground clearly outlined the 'firing' range of the musket, he had been wandering around the 'firing' range, but he refused to enter the 'firing' range.

The musketeer looked resolute and said to Zhao Gui: "My lord, I'll kill him!" ”

Zhao Gui stared at his young face, as if he wanted to keep this face in his heart, "Good! You go, if you can't come back, your family is small with me Zhao Gui! ”

I know the way to win this war, but I can't implement it, I have to say that this is really a regrettable thing, Zhao Gui is just a mediocre talent, not a brave warrior, and not a general's talent, but how to 'excite' the soldiers, let the soldiers use their lives, but they have already been trained, no matter whether this soldier is utilitarian or not, perform in front of him, but he can use his 'sex' life to Bo, it is worthy of his respect.

The musketeer sorted out the weapons in his hand, the whole person was quiet, the gunfire behind him seemed to be far away from him all of a sudden, and his eyes flashed with a strange brilliance, which gave Zhao Gui a feeling that he was extremely confident and confident that he could come back.

"What's your name!"

"My lord, the mark is Hu Guang of 200 households in Guangrou!"

"Okay, Hu Guang, good boy, I remember! Give him a 'get' armor! ”

"Bring me a set of hook gunner's equipment and put it on this kid, Zhao Gui yelled loudly at the officer standing next to him.

The officer answered, and soon ran back out of breath, holding in his hand a set of hook-gunner's cotton prices, but there was still a slight blood stain on this cotton price, perhaps he had just pulled it from his dead brother, but no one cared about it anymore. Zhao Gui doesn't care, Hu Guang doesn't care, as long as he can kill the leader of the Tartars, the original owner of this armor, he should be very relieved to know it underground!

Hu Guang didn't talk nonsense, and the direct result was that the cotton armor was put on his body three times and two times, and the musketeers were not armored for the convenience of their actions, in fact, their loads, including muskets, bullets, 'medicine' and 'shooting' iron forks, had far exceeded the weight of the hook spearmen. Zhao Gui took off the sword on his waist and handed it to him, without saying a word.

"I'm going, my lord!"

Hu Guang dropped such a sentence, and after speaking, he bent his waist with a resolute face, and ran towards the front position where the battle was in full swing, Zhao Gui looked at his back, in the sun, his back seemed to be paced by the rising sun at noon.

"Good boy!" Seeing Hu Guang in the queue of hook gunners, quickly drilling in and out, approaching the Tartar leader, Zhao Gui raised his hand and fired a shot at the enemy in front, and then let Hou throw the gun to the officer next to him and walked towards the back. Taking the lead is to 'inspire' morale, he is the commander-in-chief, but he can't abandon the responsibility of the commander here and become a soldier.

When he rode on his horse, took over the command of the battlefield from his deputy, and looked at the battlefield in front of him, his heart suddenly felt relieved. On the battlefield, the place where the fighting was fierce was the place where the follow-up troops of the Tartars broke through the array of hook spearmen, and there, although people kept falling and dying, the soldiers behind immediately filled the gap, and the whole array was like a reef in the sea, and the cavalry of the Tartars was like the sea 'waves' that constantly hit the reef. Although it is continuous, but it is to no avail, the reef is always there, and the broken bones are all those 'waves' and 'flowers'.

The musketeers, who were loaded with bullets and fired from time to time in the array of hook gunners, were ruthlessly 'shooting' their own projectiles at the enemy on the opposite side one by one, although the power of this scattered 'shot' was not as good as the salvo 'fire', but it still caused a lot of casualties to the Tartars, and the reason why the Tartars still had the strength to charge was because the contact surface of the battlefield was too narrow, and the Tartar cavalry was simply an awl formation, trying to penetrate the battle formation.

However, this situation will not last long, and the arrays on both sides, under the command of his deputy, are slowly closing towards the middle, and it will not take much time for all the Tartars to be held in this big encirclement.

"You want to eat them all?" Zhao Gui asked the deputy next to him, the deputy is called Zhao Yingchao, the old man from Zhaojia Village, in fact, the people who came out of Zhaojia Village are now high-ranking officials and generals in the Yufeng system. Except for Yu Feng's father-in-law.

"The foot soldiers are against the cavalry, they can't run away if they lose, they can't catch up if they win, our horse team doesn't have as many people as them, so we can only use this stupid method, I hope their leaders are not so smart, and they will run when they see that the situation is not good!"

"No, they're so arrogant that they can't wipe off this face!" Zhao Gui pointed to Ba Ayang, who was brandishing a knife and shouting in the distance, "Look, they still want to defeat our policy?" ”

Hu Guang came out of the array of hook lancers, and was confronted by a shining saber, and as soon as he rolled on the spot, he blocked the crazy attack of the Tartar cavalry with a beautiful block, and in a beautiful counterattack, the Japanese knife in his hand was directly struck by the 'chest' of this Tartar. The heart and head and the lower 'yin' are the three major weaknesses of the male 'sex', and once attacked, they will immediately lose their ability to fight, and even die on the spot. This tartar was no exception, and the sharp knife opened a huge cut in his heart, and he was no longer alive.

In order to kill the enemy with one blow when attacking, the hook spearmen will use greater force, resulting in the weapon will be deeply 'inserted' into the body of the Tartar, and often cannot withdraw the weapon in time, if at this time, the comrades around them do not shoot in time, at this time, it is the most dangerous time, they are likely to be cut into two pieces by the sharp sabers of the Tartar cavalry who risk death to make up for the back.

And Hu Guang will not encounter this situation, Zhao Gui gave him the knife, although it is not very handy, but it is sharp, he uses his ancestral knife skills, plus his usual training skills, in this battlefield, this kind of short-handed situation, it seems to be at ease. The sword light can not only kill the Tartar cavalry in one blow, but also not prevent him from 'drawing' his weapon in time to deal with the next Tartar.

In this way, a certain rhythm was formed, and he became an out-and-out killing machine, and behind him, horses carrying the corpses of their masters, neighed and ran away from both sides, and he, unconsciously, was only forty or fifty paces away from the leader of the Tartars.

Now the most conspicuous thing in this battlefield, in addition to the obvious Tartar leader Ba Ha Yang, belongs to this soldier Hu Guang who is constantly 'pressing' towards him, in fact, at this time, Ba Ayang has already discovered the attempt of this Ming army to approach him, but he doesn't care, such a scattered pawn, in front of the horse team, does not pose a threat at all. Although, this Ming army looks very fierce and has already killed several of them.

One mountain does not tolerate two tigers, unless one male and one female, this is a wise saying, Hu Guang and Bahayan are warriors in both camps, which is destined for the two of them, once they come into contact, there must be one who will never be able to stand up.

"Urna Tartar, dare to fight me!"

Hu Guang was only twenty steps away from Ba Ayang, and the sharpness of the Tartars' desperate charge seemed to have subsided, and as Hu Guang shouted twice, both sides on the battlefield, almost everyone who saw this scene, understood that this was an invitation to fight!

The battlefield gradually quieted down, and all eyes were focused on these two people.

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