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Chapter 635 Morale

Ma Can sweated on his forehead, the broken bones on his chest have not yet healed, and the pain is so hot that there are a few arrows inserted on the cotton armor, which is shocking. There is nowhere to hide on the bare ridge, so he can only shoot with one force, and compare courage and courage.

Who can bear casualties better is purely a competition of will.

Arrows flew across the board and projectiles shot. Both armies that shot were constantly suffering casualties and bleeding.

The war horse rolled down the ridge with a sarcasm. The Eight Banners soldiers who rolled down the cliff fell to their bones and broke their bones. The Ming army, who had a flat fire gun, had several arrows inserted into their entire body and fell to their heads. Within a quarter of an hour, both sides suffered heavy casualties.

The guards of the Zhenghuang Banner, the Bayala soldiers carefully crossed the narrow ridge, and were then beaten into sieve by dense projectiles. The Ming army suffered a loss because the number of people was too small and the support was not continued, but they were evenly matched.

Time was as slowing down the flow rate. Ma Can never felt so difficult, but just mechanically completed the loading and firing action.

After a while, the vision in front of me gradually became empty, with a ferocious expression, and fewer faces howling like beasts, and disappeared. The brave warrior of Zhenghuang Banner could not bear it and gave in.

Bang bang bang bang!

Some flag soldiers who were running away from horses were killed by random guns, and the ridge became quiet.

A large number of Ming troops quickly stood up and flocked to the mountain city along the only stone steps, occupying various strategic points, and deploying defenses under the command of the officers.

Ma Can breathed out in one breath, slowly fell down, and fainted as he saw darkness.

It was late at night when I woke up again. The wounds of all sizes and sizes had been carefully bandaged. I woke up with a sensation and several wounds on my body were hurting. Ma Can grinned in pain, touched his body a few times before he breathed a sigh of relief. He was cotton armor

There is also a layer of inner armor inside. Several places of inner armor were shot through, but the arrows were not deep into the flesh, indicating that this inner armor has an extremely strong anti-arrow ability. The two thick inner armor weighs less than ten kilograms.

On the one hand, Xu Wengui rolled his eyes when he saw it. The young man from the Duke of Wei was also injured and had an arrow on his leg.

Ma Can limped over, looked at Xu Wengui with a pale face, and complained: "If I had known you were so delicate, I wouldn't have brought you here."

Xu Wengui rolled his eyes and said, "Sixth Master is mighty, your brother really loves you. He also has inner armor. God, it's still a golden tex-clothing!"

Ma Can looked down at his fine inner armor and hesitated: "Is that so? I don't look like it."

Xu Wengui almost fainted. It was so annoying that people compared themselves. Seeing Ma Liu's golden inner armor, he knew what it meant to be noble. The great Duke of Wei could not produce such an exquisite inner armor.

Ma Can grinned and showed two rows of white teeth, and said dryly: "You can rest assured to recover from your injuries, let's go out and take a look."

Under the night, the mountain city.

Looking around, it makes people feel amazing. The location of this mountain city is so tricky. The only high point within a few miles. Looking down, it is surrounded by bare stones, narrow and difficult to pass through ridges, and the narrowest part is only

If you pass by one person and one horse, it is the folk legend of carp back. This place is too dangerous. Unfortunately, there are no cannons on the mountain. If you have a few cannons on it, you can control the important roads that can reach the mountain within a radius of several miles.

Looking west, Ma Can was slightly surprised.

There are bonfires on the hillside to the west, stretching along the mountain. How many people are making fires and making meals? There will be a big battle later.

On the west side, the Eight Banners Camp.

Jirgalang took the roe deer meat handed over by the guard and frowned. After eating it for a few days, it was really hard to swallow the roe deer meat. The smell of meat was too heavy. He grinned. Master Beile missed the fine rice, cooked by the Han chef. When I was eating meat, I drank a mouthful of tea with my lips and teeth, and suddenly realized that Dajin could still return to the valley to live a hard life. I couldn't help but feel nervous. Can Dajin Warriors who returned to the valley to make a comeback?

He forced himself to erase this idea, and ate the white water boiled roe deer meat and swallowed it. Looking around the left and right armor, the big gold warriors who had broken armor and less than 8,000 were silently thought in his heart that he would fight to the death after he had eaten his fill, and then he broke the barrier. Going north without looking back, drilling into the snowy field. As for Chenyang, Jiergalang stopped thinking about it. Now he is surrounded by enemies, but he doesn't care about the eighth son in Chenyang, and asks for his own blessings. Bar.

Thirty miles away, in the dense forests.

Ma Cheng stood on the side of the mountain road, urging his vanguards to pursue him overnight, and must rush to the battlefield before dawn, encircle Jirgalang and his remnants on the east side of Zaotu Mountain, and in a narrow area west of the mountain city, and encircle and annihilate it. The Wan Ming army broke through the road in the deep mountains and dense forests and pursued the enemy in large numbers. The left and right wings were progressing very quickly. They should be able to tie their pockets tightly at dawn and surround less than 10,000 elite soldiers of the Eight Banners into dumpling stuffing.

The main force in the middle lane led by Ma Cheng himself was progressing slowly and he occasionally fought with Jirgalang's ambush left behind by the broken rear.

In the early morning, the mountain city.

Jirgalang sat upright next to the bonfire, staring at the burning bonfire regularly. From time to time, a leader of the gangster returned to the headquarters and led a leader of the gang to attack the mountain. The attack lasted for a quarter of an hour. Two of the lords were defeated, with extremely heavy casualties, and some of them were trampled down the hillside. Jirgalang was as heartless as iron and stone. He beheaded the two lords who were not good at attacking the mountain, and the morale of the army was soaring. .

The mountain city is in full swing.

At this time, screams were already heard on the ridge. As soon as a leader rushed up, he was hit by a round of gunfire, and instantly fell dozens of people. Several unstable people were howling down the hillside. The leading warriors of the Jin Dynasty relied on their heavy armor to protect themselves, and rushed out fiercely while pulling their bows and shooting arrows. They were all hit by the dense firearms of the Ming army.

Bele Sahalian, who was on the front line in person, was already a little frightened. He didn't know what to do. The Bayala leader under his command had not been on the battle formation for too long.

In his memory, the charge of the Armen can cause chaos in the Ming army. After several rounds of shooting at seventy or eighty steps, the Ming army is in chaos. When it approaches thirty or forty steps, it is necessary to shoot the front row with heavy arrows. The Ming army should usually escape If the Ming army is a little firmer, it will be close to collapse. The warriors of the Great Jin Dynasty only need one attack to harvest the Ming army's heads. This is easier than hunting in the mountains and forests, because beasts will fight back frantically when they are desperate. , and the frightened Ming troops would only kill them.

However, it was completely different at this moment. The projectiles flew everywhere, and the leads fired by the Ming army seemed to be endless, using a musket with extremely fast firing speed.

Sahalian also followed his old master, his grandfather Nurhaci, who fought a tough battle. He would never want to attack such a natural danger.
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