Chapter 337 was almost wrapped in dumplings

Hu Guang looked coldly at Ba Ayang, who was running towards him, his heart was as clear as empty, calm as water, and he had lost his previous blood at all. Please use the pinyin domain name of this site to visit us. The final result is likely to be because of a small mistake, paying the price of blood, and at this moment calm is what he needs most.

The green tendons on the back of the hand holding the body of the gun burst out, beating faintly, it can be seen that the strength of this hand has reached a certain level, and the momentum of the battle before the battle must not be lost, this is a conclusion that Hu Guang just came to after seeing Ba Ayang fall off the horse, because of his fall, the Tartar cavalry is like a cabbage doused with hot water, and the momentum of ice and snow melts, and it has long ceased to be the kind of desperate energy that has just begun.

If they can kill Ba Ayan in front of the formation, even if this Tartar will not collapse, at least their fighting spirit will be greatly reduced, and their morale will fall to the bottom. Morale is a strange thing, you can't see it when you 'touch' it, but if every army doesn't have this thing, then it won't be far from a fiasco. The first warrior in the tribe has died so far, they themselves will compare their hearts with their hearts, and they will take themselves out more vaguely, so they will naturally come to the conclusion that they are equal to the same as sending them to death, everyone is raised by their fathers and mothers, and they know that it is a dead end, and they happily step forward, which is called a fool.

Hu Guang understands this truth, Ba Ayang understands it even better, and it is related to the 'sexual' lives of the two, who will not take it lightly.

With a bang, Ba Ayang's silver 'colored' waist knife and Hu Guang's pure white 'color' broken spear collided violently, and the sparks splashed everywhere, flashing with dazzling brilliance under the illumination of the 'bright' sun at noon.

Ba Ayang saw that the Ming army in front of him not only overturned his war horse, but also received his own fierce blow, this is a blow that he used more than half of his strength, looking at the performance of this Ming army without pressure, he couldn't help but chuckle in his heart, as the first warrior of the tribe, his strong self-esteem, at this moment, unreservedly turned into the power of anger, turned into that touch of knife light, and slashed down from mid-air obliquely.

The knife is a treasure knife made of 'fine' steel, and Ba Ayang's identity is destined to be his weapon, which is definitely of the highest grade. But on the other hand, Hu Guang's side, what he has in his hand is a broken spear discarded by a hook gunner, not to mention the quality of the spear, since it can be mass-produced weapons, its quality will definitely not be too good, even if the quality of the craftsman battalion of the Fengzi Battalion is passable, but, compared with the hundred steel knives, in addition to the weight advantage, the others are definitely not comparable.

He did have a good knife in his waist, but at this moment, he couldn't afford to throw away the spear in his hand to draw the knife, even if he knew Fusang's knife drawing technique, it would be too late, no one would be so stupid.

Ba Ayang obviously didn't intend to give him time to react, it was precisely because he knew this that he would abandon the so-called moves like this, and break the ten meetings with one force, which was what their Manchu soldiers were best at, as for those 'flowery' bells and whistles, it was completely a fart off his 'pants', and it was too much.

But even if he knew this, Hu Guang couldn't do anything, most of his martial arts were on that knife, only he could dodge this continuous attack, pull out the knife, and immediately reverse the disadvantage.

So, there was such a scene on the battlefield, a burly man, wielding a shiny long knife, the knife did not leave the short Ming army in front of him, and this short Ming army, as if it was a small boat in the turbulent 'waves', with the knife light flickering forward and backward, although every time it was extremely dangerous, but every time it was embarrassing to dodge, the situation seemed to be very unfavorable to this Ming army.

The soldiers watching the battle were a little worried, and even many of them secretly substituted themselves into it, because they were comrades under the light of the sword, and how long could they support it. These people even included several high-ranking generals around Zhao Gui. However, unlike these soldiers, their vision is much higher, although everyone can see that it is only a matter of time before Hu Guang is defeated like this, but, at least for now, Hu Guang can still protect himself, but at this time, no one can say for sure.

My lord! A thousand households approached Zhao Gui's ear and whispered a few words. Zhao Gui's eyes moved away from the two people on the battlefield and looked behind them.

At the same time, in the array opposite, Bush also began to feel that something was wrong, these Ming troops were too despicable, and they invited to fight in front of the battle, which was the honor of the warriors, they could do this, they didn't have the consciousness of the warriors at all, they were really a bunch of rabbits without courage.

In the middle of the concave formation is the place where Hu Guang and Ba Ayang fought, and Bush's position is in the sealing position of this concave shape. This position has always been a relatively safe position on the battlefield, but at this moment, the protrusion of the two sections of this concave shape has unconsciously extended a lot, that is to say, on the flanks of Bush, it is basically all the soldiers of the Fengzi battalion.

The horse team is released, and it will be raised like this, and it is time for them to do their best! Zhao Gui's face was expressionless, the Tartars had no impact, but slowly concentrated towards the rear team, obviously, the leader of the Tartars had discovered their intentions, and they could escape anytime and anywhere, at this time, the two 'legs' of the foot pawn could not catch up with these four 'legs'.

Bushi Jiala, Baa Yang Niu Lu won! One of the generals beside Bush grinned and found that there was not a trace of a smile on Bush's face, and he was greatly puzzled.

Order, change horses, change the front team to the rear team, the whole army slowly retreated, these Ming dogs, very cunning, want to surround us, such a big appetite, and not afraid of eating bad stomachs!

My lord, Baa Yangta......

Blow the horn and call him back, the brainless guy knows how to fight and kill with brute force! Bush said coldly, but he turned the dock and ran to the back without looking back.

Whining! The sound of the horn came, and Ba Ayang, who was chasing Hu Guang, was stunned, and the knife in his hand slashed a few knives on Hu Guang's gun, knocking out a few flashes of fire, and Hu Guang was 'forced' to retreat a few steps.

Get down! Before Hu Guang could react, there was a loud shout behind him, this was the Fengzi Battalion's '' code, and he fell to the ground like a 'shot', and at the same moment, his familiar sound of fire rang in his ears. I don't know when, the musketeers at the front have quietly approached where he and the Tartar leader are, and this distance is already the effective 'firing' range of the musket.

Hu Guang raised his head underground, only to see the four horse 'legs' that had changed rapidly in his eyes in the sound of firecrackers, and he paused slightly, obviously hitting some projectiles, but unfortunately, the horses that were in pain did not fall, but jumped out at a faster speed, out of the range of the musket.

This sudden gunshot, the temporary silence on the battlefield, suddenly broken, the gunfire seems to be an order, the whole battlefield suddenly clamorous, hook spear soldiers neat pace, muskets, loud passwords, at the same time burst out, of course, lying on the ground Hu Guang, heard the most, felt the biggest, or the thunderous sound of horses' hooves.

The sound of horses' hooves came not only from the Tartar cavalry in front of him, but also from behind him.

Even the sudden volley of the musketeers was extremely dismal, except for a few horses who were frightened by the loud sound of the muskets, and the casualties caused by the tearing off of their masters, these projectiles were basically swept away a distance of ten or twenty paces from the Tartar cavalry. Bush's order was too timely, and the Tartar cavalry, which had ordered to retreat with all their might, was fortunate to escape the long-planned volley of the musketeers.

The Tartar on the horse, almost without an order, took out his bow and arrow from behind him during the gallop, and scattered 'shot' towards the Ming army who tried to close, this skill, they can also make it on horseback with their eyes closed, and at this moment, there is no need to aim at all, just open the bow and arrow, and 'shoot' the arrows in the quiver.

Looking at the soldiers who fell from time to time in the rain of arrows, Zhao Gui, who was standing on a high place, frowned, for the bow and arrow of the Tartars, the protection of the hook spearmen did not seem to play much role, and the harm of 'shooting' to the head was naturally needless to say, even if it was 'shot' to the body, the cotton armor of the Fengzi battalion did not seem to have much effect.

This round of arrow rain has caused a lot of casualties to the hookgunners, and the impact is even more serious, even if the queue of the marching hookgunners is directly 'disrupted', the grassroots officers in the queue are hoarsely tidying up the formation from time to time, and the closing speed of the guidelines on both sides has slowed down significantly.

It's a pity! Zhao Gui slapped his big 'leg' hard, and saw a puff of smoke and dust kicked off by the rear team of the Tartars, Zhao Gui was a little annoyed. I didn't stay with these Tartars, and I counted on these guys to escape the whole team and fight again, but I was afraid that it was unlikely, I was the leader of these Tartars, and I saw the combat power of the Fengzi Battalion, and I would not try to attack a second time.

Mingjin! The horse team stopped chasing, cruising on the flanks, the Guangping Guangrou army sorted out the formation, and the old battalion firearms battalion stepped forward!

Regardless of whether the Tartar will turn around or not, combat preparation is a must, this time the horse pistol, just something said in the book, in this rapidly changing battlefield, there is no chance at all, no commander will give the other party this opportunity.

Hu Guang, if he didn't die, bring that kid here, this kid is quite good for Lao Tzu's spleen! It's a musketeer's waste! ~