"Tiger!"

The Ming army's gun and shield formation took another step forward, and was intimidated by the force. A large number of Zhenglan Banner Armored soldiers who were so excited were actually drunk and stopped. However, they could not hold back their momentum and rushed forward by the people behind them.

The strong armored soldiers who rushed to the front could not hold back and hit the Ming army's strict shield formation.

"prick!"

The three-meter-long armor-breaking gun pierced out of the shield wall like a poisonous snake. It took some tricky points and made of fine iron to easily penetrate the thick cotton armor, and penetrate the gaps of the mail into the body.

There are also some old soldiers with outstanding combat skills who are specialized in the face and are not protected by the armor on their thighs.

After the stabbing, the armor-piercing guns as sharp as poisonous snakes were taken back one after another.

Blood spurted onto the large shield, mixed with some minced meat. The stabbed soldiers slowly fell down, and some were hung obliquely on the large shield.

"prick!"

The long spear like a forest stabbed again, and the enemy soldiers in front of him jumped up and down in fright, trying hard to block it, but could not resist the spears' straight stab from different angles. A shocking howl, a tall flag with three guns inserted into it was a tall flag

The soldiers tried their best to chop the standing shield with an axe. Mars shot everywhere. The Ming army's shield formation shook for a while and finally stabilized. Several sharp guns stabbed through their bodies, and the flag soldier's eyes widened.

Slowly soft.

The rushing was blocked, and the Ming army's gunmen gathered again and climbed up to the village gun and stretched out the black barrel.

Oboi lay on the ground and lowered his hat and helmet, and his hands and feet were crawling back. The armored soldiers fought for a long time, and the matter was to make a fuss. This battle was defeated. The Ming army fled back to the village.

The gunmen climbed up the wall of the village, set up muskets and aimed at the archers of Jianlu team. The battlefield was divided into two parts, and the soldiers of both sides fought with selfless battles. The archers and gunmen shot against each other across the battlefield.

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From time to time, flag soldiers and archers were beaten up by bullets, and from time to time, Ming army gunmen fell head-on with arrows inserted into them. After only a quarter of an hour of shooting, the arrows flying across the sky gradually became sparse, but the projectiles became denser and denser.

Inside and outside, a low trumpet sound sounded. The trumpet sounds were together. The flag soldiers and soldiers were in full swing, and they waved various long weapons and retreated. The archers of the team gritted their teeth and raised their sore arms and shot out the last few arrows in the pot.

As soon as the flag soldiers retreated, the pressure in front of the Ming army suddenly disappeared, and the gun shield formation stood in place to suppress the formation. Countless experienced old soldiers in the village wall launched a counterattack under the leadership of the non-commissioned officers. Small cannons raged and guns were heard continuously.

Continuously, the bullets shot into the fire of the retreating flag soldiers and the flesh and blood were flying. A large number of Ming soldiers wearing bright red cotton armor rushed out of the village with muskets, biting the tail of the defeated soldiers in Zhenglan Banner.

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Half an hour later, the battlefield became quiet and the Ming army occupied several chest walls again.

The retreating Zhenglan Banner left the bodies everywhere and fled back to Hetao five miles away. The Ming army dared not pursue it in depth.

In the early morning, it was dawn.

There was no sign of the fog dissipating. Zhang Yi sat cross-legged on the edge of the cowhide tent, chewing a handful of tea in his mouth. Bai Huanzhang raised his head and drank water, looking at the wounded soldiers waiting for treatment on the back of the village, and felt respect. He was

After making military achievements in the Meadow, he was assigned to the front camp of the town army. After the bloody battle, he realized that the elite soldiers of the Zhenglan Banner were not at the same level as the Ola soldiers. The Zhenglan Banner was indeed fierce and elite. No wonder the 200,000 Liao troops were killed that year.

The film of the armor is not left.

The armored soldiers were fierce and the stairs were sharp. The old Liao army could not resist them and would collapse every battle.

Looking up, he saw a handful of tea handed over. Bai Huanzhang took the tea and stuffed it into his mouth, exclaiming: "This battle should be kept in history."

Zhang Yi sat cross-legged and looked at him sideways, and smiled and said, "Brother Bai can still hold on?"

Bai Huanzhang suddenly felt a sense of heroism and said freely: "I wish to live and die with my brother!"

The two looked at each other and looked eastward. The battle was about to break out. The corpses were covered with inside and outside the trench. Many of them were incomplete. They were proud to hold on this night.

Five miles away, the Later Jin position.

Oboi stood in front of Big Beile with his hands down, waiting for the fall. The bulging cotton armor was covered with blood. His image was extremely embarrassing and he could not attack. Zhenglan Banner was killed more than a thousand times, and was injured nearly two thousand times. After one battle, ten troops stopped.

After three stops, the tired and exhausted flag soldiers hugged the archery bow and slept soundly on the wet mud, with injuries on their bodies.

Oboi plucked up his courage and said, "Please let the big belle down."

Dai Shan waved his hand powerlessly and comforted him: "Forget it, let's fight again."

In the middle of the night, Su Zihe put on his back and calmed down, both sides were exhausted and entered rest.

At noon, the fog finally dissipated.

The Ming army was cheering and thunderous, but before the Ming army could get over, a large number of enemy cavalry appeared in the southeast direction. Teams of elite cavalry wearing bright yellow armor walked out of the mountains slowly, and at a glance they knew that it was a hundred battles.

The elite soldiers rushed to the battlefield and controlled the war horses very calmly, slowly sailing out from the hilly mountains. As soon as the reinforcements arrived, the enemy cavalry in the direction of the old village suddenly became excited and came out like chicken blood.

About an hour later, the Mazhai, which was defended by the Ming army, surrounded by 30,000 to 40,000 elite cavalrymen.

Fence is also the old tactic of the Eight Banners traversing Liaodong. Thirty or forty thousand cavalry surrounded the Ming army, and surrounded the other side to fight aid. This move worked repeatedly on the Liao army. It surrounded the Ming army's vanguard.

Dai Shan was not in a hurry to attack, and became excited as if he was injected with chicken blood. The Ranger stretched out his tentacles westward with bad intentions.

Sixty miles away, the marching cavalry brigade.

Buhrhan held two military newspapers in his hand, and sent one to Yehe City with yellow paint and opened the other one to red paint. It was Zhang Yi, the former camp, who asked for help from Mazhai. Buhrhan was a little hesitant, and he received it.

The military order is to guard the rear of the army, and to support the Central Army brigade to cross the river, and rescue Zhang Yi was his special task. However, he wandered around Jianzhou for a few days and killed all those who should be killed, and all those who should be robbed were robbed. Now

The east bank of Suzi River is a smooth road.

After a moment of hesitation, the general's newspaper was passed on and asked several departments to discuss it in the future.

Dozens of cavalry rushed over, and four Yehe camp officials had huge differences in their opinions. Two were willing to lead troops to rescue the vanguard, and two were hesitant on the excuse that they were trapped and unwilling to go. These two were not fools,

The 7,500 vanguard army was surrounded by Mazhai. How many people and horses could be surrounded by Zhang Yi's troops, at least tens of thousands of cavalry. Yehe's fourth camp only had two thousand cavalry, so this trip would be like a sheep entering the tiger's mouth.

Buerhan looked at the two timid tribe members, one Tuli and the other Tumei, which was still a pair of cousins. Suddenly, a whip was whipped over, thrusting heavily on Tuli's face, and another whip whip on Tumei's legs with his backhand.

On the way, the two brothers were so furious that they were thrust out of their feet and jumped off their horses and rushed over to fight. This is also common among the Yehe clan. As long as they don’t use a knife to fight, the winner will be at most a bruised nose and swollen face.
Chapter completed!