Chapter 602: Divine Shooting

Bang, another crisp gunshot sounded, and a fierce Mongolian soldier who was aiming at the door covered his lower abdomen and slowly fell.

Ma Can screamed proudly: "I hit it!"

A sergeant carrying a sword ran over and complimented: "Sixth Master's sharp shot!"

Ma Can was so happy that the sixth master called out that he was very happy. He knelt on one knee with extremely standard tactical actions and loaded up. The sergeant holding the sword also breathed a sigh of relief. The young masters were still lying down. He, the sixth master, was so proud that he was the Shangguan Liu.

He is really brave enough. He is not afraid to fight for the first time when he is in battle. He is really a general. The nobleman who is ranked sixth in the Grand Marshal's family is also the kind of old man, so he is naturally very brave.

At this time, the Ming army that had attacked the hillside had already gained the upper hand, and the enemy troops had become ineffective.

Ma Can finished loading with extremely standard tactical actions, but he became excited and shouted: "Chong Chong Chong!"

The officer responded and put his sword in the sheath, pulled out a musket from the bossless horse, and shouted, and several lame wounded soldiers limped over, gathered up a group of people and headed towards the hillside to the south.

Attack on the back.

When he turned around, Ma Can said proudly: "Mu Tianbo, you are a sturdy guy with no eggs, you lie down!"

The short and fat man lying on the side of the road jumped up and screamed like a cockfighting: "Which one is shook, which one is shook!"

Ma Can smiled and hugged his rifle, hugged his waist, launched a counterattack towards the south slope with extremely standard tactical actions. A team of wounded soldiers behind him were afraid that he would make mistakes, so he endured the pain to form a standard scattered line.

I kept a distance of more than ten steps, squatted down and rushed into the bushes with my waist. A cold arrow wiped my arms and rushed over. Mu Tianbo was startled and hurriedly chased after him. There were several trembling big men behind him.

The young master chased him.

The top of the mountain, the dwarf pine forest.

Shi Tianzhu, wearing dark red cotton armor, watched half of the troops rushed down the mountain, and was beaten by several rounds of gunfire in the Ming army, and ran back in a mess. The Ming army at the foot of the mountain actually attacked him unyieldingly. Shi Tianzhu

It was already tumultuous, and I couldn't figure out who ambushed whom. This group of Ming army light cavalry could really fight and was very cunning. I asked myself that I had tried my best. Maybe it really fits the saying, "Planning is for man, but success is for heaven."

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This fierce Ming army light cavalry reminded Shi Tianzhu of the Eight Banners old camp that once traversed Liaodong and rushed to the battlefield like chopping melons and vegetables. The situation was reversed. The once powerful Eight Banners old camp was no longer there. The Jurchens were not satisfied with ten thousand, and they could not.

The enemy, that was already an old thing many years ago. Shi Tianzhu suddenly hated Dahan in his heart. It wasn't Dahan who believed the lies of the Han officials and concentrated all the elite soldiers of each banner on his two yellow flags. Why is the old camp of the Eight Banners like this?

Vulnerable.

Now, half of Niulu's flag soldiers were ambushed with half of Niulu's Meng Eight Banners, but they were even attacked by the Ming army to the mountain.

Angry and embarrassment made Shi Tianzhu's face slowly turn red.

"kill!"

The irritable Shi Tianzhu waved his knife to overturn the Meng army's leader who had fled back in a panic. With a loud shout, he shocked the defeated Mongolian army and the flag soldiers.

Shi Tianzhu held a knife and squeezed out his words from his teeth: "The escapees will be the nine tribes."

The Mongolian army and the flag soldiers were trembling and dared not escape. Although the foundation of the whole family was shallow, most of them had no nine clans to destroy, but they were mostly dead when they escaped. Shi Tianzhu looked at the few wearing red cotton armor and shivered.

The trembling red flag soldiers were bleeding in their hearts. Is this the red flags that traverse Liaodong back then? It's no longer the case. Most of these flag soldiers were Han people holding the flag, pulling tiger skins to make big banners.

It didn't scare Ming Jun.

"kill!"

Shi Tianzhu raised his sword and took more than ten elite guards around him, drove the defeated soldiers down the hillside, and attacked with a desperate blow. On the hillside, the Ming army, who was pulling a long line of scattered soldiers, looked back and attacked, waving swords and guns.

The murderous enemy soldiers were overjoyed and stopped and formed a dense crossfire under the command of the team officials. After a crackling sound of gunfire, the enemy soldiers in the charge were beaten to death.

The soldiers who charged to the death made the Ming soldiers panic. They took out the fixed ammunition, poured out a little bit of lead medicine and stuffed it into the gun barrel.

There was another burst of gunfire. The people behind arrived and shot more and more densely. The projectiles flew across the mountain. Shi Tianzhu, who was striding down the mountain, got several bullets. He was beaten to the top and fell to the sky. There was a bloody hole in his forehead.

The undead enemy soldiers scattered and turned around and fled without even being able to do so.

"Mine, I hit it!"

Ma Can killed the captive general wearing red cotton armor with one gun. He was anxious and shouted at his subordinates.

A subordinate closest to him responded helplessly: "Yes, it was the general whistleman who hit the target."

Ma Canneng's face turned red and felt a little embarrassed. He came back to his senses and realized that it was wrong. Shangguan, who was fighting for the meritorious service with his subordinates, was too embarrassed. There were enough ugly things today. The war was over, and the opposite hillside was also placing flags.

The Ming army on the scattered line began to clean up the battlefield, drew out the muskets and re-shots at the corpse. The sound of the guns echoed in the mountains.

Unable to climb to the low pine forest on the top of the mountain, Ma Can touched his hot face, unconsciously looked at the hills that were undulating and undulating, and felt worried. How many ambushes are hidden in the hills southeast of Liaoyang?

A group of light cavalry entering the mountain must suffer some losses. Looking at the hillsides everywhere, the bushes were proud of themselves. Master, we are not suffering any losses. This is the first victory.

"Ouch!"

Ma Can slowly sat down on the ground, his chest was so painful that his left and right subordinates were shocked to test it for him, and they all breathed a sigh of relief. The Sixth Master was hit with a heavy armor-breaking arrow on his chest, and it almost didn't penetrate the protective plate.

It must have been broken a few ribs, and a soldier was curiously knocking it with his fingers. Good guy, this protective plate is really thick and has patterns on it. Is this made of good Indian fine iron?

It's still the legendary Uzite.

Good guy, I used the rare and precious wuz iron to make the chest plate, and used two iron ingots on both the inner and outer layers. This Sixth Master is really the old handsome boy. I can't make a mistake. This is too luxurious. No wonder heavier armor.

Even the arrows can't be shot through, but if they can shoot through, they will be seen. How much is these two chest plates worth? God knows that only the short daggers made by the good Uzi iron are qualified to collect.

A famous sword is precious.

He was surrounded by a group of subordinates who had never seen Uziti and Pattern Steel before. Ma Can still hummed in pain, but he tried his best to make his heart aside. Anyway, the young master has made enough ugly things today, so he doesn't care anymore

When he was ugly, he kicked Mu Tianbo hard again, and Mu Tianbo jumped and dodged.

After enduring the pain, Ma Can gritted his teeth and ordered: "Does there be a living person? Ask, who is the dead person?"

"Abide by the order!"

The left and right subordinates responded one after another, bowed their heads and forced themselves to laugh. No one laughed at this Sixth Master, who was a veteran who had been fighting for the rest of his life, only envy in his heart. What are the means to save his life in the battle formation?
Chapter completed!