The Ming army, who used short guns to fight, suffered some losses first. The Eight Banners soldiers who used strong bows to pull the bow and hit the arrows. They relied on the archery technique they practiced hard every day, their upper body tilted slightly and the bowstrings sounded.

Heavy arrows broke through the air, and the Ming army on the other side were shot and fell down one after another.

It was a little confused. The Ming army, who was shot in the arrow, was dragged away, and someone in the back team soon made up for the position.

In less than half a quarter of an hour, the Ming army, which used short guns to fight, gradually gained the upper hand, and the platoons were getting happier and denser. The Eight Banners soldiers who pulled the bow and archery shot a quiver and shot the arrows with obvious actions.

It became slow and stiff, and gradually became untenable by the dense platoons of the Ming army and was defeated step by step.

This is the norm for fighting bows and arrows and muskets. The Ming army had long adapted to the Eight Banners soldiers who rushed up to shoot arrows. In the past, the 200,000 old Liao army was defeated by the rain of locusts, and the Eight Banners soldiers rode horses with horses.

When archery started, it was really a biting of flesh, with arrows and arrows, and it was accurate and sharp. However, as long as you survived the sharp rain of arrows from the Eight Banners soldiers, a pot of arrows would be the turn of the Ming army to gain the upper hand.

The Eight Banners soldiers shot a quiver in one after another, but they were unable to continue. However, the Ming army's densely packed guns were shooting faster and faster.

After a quarter of an hour of fierce fighting, the arrows above the river gradually became sparse, but the projectiles shot became more and more dense.

Three or four hundred flag soldiers were timid. Those with horses turned their heads one after another, while those without horses rolled and climbed out of the battlefield. From time to time, the flag soldiers who were shot in their hearts were howled and knocked down.

"out!"

The Ming sergeants on the front line pulled out their combat swords, and pointed at the front of the battle swords. A large number of Ming sergeants stood up one after another and disbanded in a horizontal line. The Ming sergeants on the front line were sergeant lines on the spot, stepping on the cold river, and fighting back on the whole line.

I learned the tricks from the Dutch Imperial Guards, the elite Dutch royal guards, are really a good teacher.

Bang!

Ma Can glanced at a bright yellow armor in the door, and knocked down with one gun. More than ten sharpshooters on both sides of the left and right shots fired guns one after another, leaving their backs to the Ming army's flag soldiers. From time to time, some people were running and falling down.

Jianlu were defeated, and the infantry and cavalry fled wildly towards the direction of the camp.

On the back, Zhang Shuizi's trousers and boots were all wet, and more than 60 swords, shields and axes were trembling coldly. He led more than 60 melee soldiers to cross the river from the upstream, and ambushed the Jianlu retreat.

On the route, he was extremely brave. This place was only one or two miles away from Jianlu's baggage camp. If Jianlu cavalry came out to help, his more than 60 people would have no way to survive.

Zhang Shuizi's chest was stuffy and his nest was on fire. The anger came a little inexplicably. The nameless karma fire, and he thought to vent when he had the fire in his heart. The sound of horse hooves was approaching, and dozens of flag soldiers, infantry and cavalry that left the battlefield were mixed, and those with horses naturally ran away.

In front, the horseless fell behind and pulled into a long line.

Zhang Shuizi made a gesture and shouted in a low voice: "Rise the fire!"

More than 60 people in front, back, left and right took out the pleats of fire in the dark and lit the torches soaked in butter. The torches lit up and revealed the tiny lights of the darkness. A few horses neighed, and a large number of torches suddenly lit up in front of them.

The war horse was standing up neighing, and the flag soldiers on the horse's back instinctively blocked their faces with their arms, and instantly blinded.

"shoot!"

More than sixty Ming soldiers stood up one after another, raised their guns and shot them. Many people took out one more gun after another. After a dense sound of guns, Zhang Shuizi rushed out first, holding a shield in one hand and a knife in the other.

There was no difference between going up and the ordinary sword and shield hands. The Jianlu vanguard dozens of cavalry suddenly fell into hiding, and was shot over by a pistol in panic, leaving only a few remaining cavalrymen who controlled their horses and circled in place.

A flag soldier in bright yellow armor watched Zhang Shuizi rush over and instinctively drew a knife on the horse's back. With a knife, Zhang Shuizi rolled on the spot, and a flash of sword light, and the Japanese sword in his hand stabbed into the flag soldier's lower abdomen from bottom to top.

With a shocking howl, the flag soldier fell from his horse in pain and rolled a few times on the spot. Black blood slowly flowed under his body, and his intestines spilled all over the floor. Zhang Shuizi dripped around in a circle and shook his shield horizontally.

With the Japanese sword swung, more than 60 Ming troops howled and rushed towards the defeated troops of Jianlu.

Puff!

More than sixty Ming troops formed a line, howling and rushed into the flag soldiers brigade, instantly chopping down a piece of flag soldiers, one by one, a short but very strong sword and shield hand, some of whom had their shields crashed into the tall flag soldiers' arms.

Some jumped up and slashed hard, and instantly cut the tall and stout Jurchens over. The Ming sabers and shields were mostly southwestern soldiers, including Sichuan soldiers and Yunnan and Guizhou soldiers. They looked short but were extremely fierce, and they were placed against an Eight Banners Vest.

, usually not at a disadvantage.

More than 60 Ming troops cut down a piece of flag soldiers, and shouted again, and rushed to the next group with shields.

The corpses were everywhere, and Zhang Shuizi rushed towards a thick, unshaven flag soldier. The flag soldier screamed and swung his single axe and slashed him over, but was blocked by Zhang Shuizi with an iron shield. With a loud bang,

Mars splashed everywhere, and Zhang Shuizi's body arched his back in an extremely awkward posture. He staggered the flag soldier back with a hammer, and saw that he was hit and was dizzy. Amid the curses, the thin Zhang Shuizi's spirit cat was like

Bullying up.

The flag soldier was really brave and slashed over with one-handed axe.

Ding, the axe and shield were intercepted, and the fine iron round shield in Zhang Shuizi's hand was knocked away.

The sword light appeared, and a narrow Japanese sword stabbed into the chin. The flag soldier grabbed the blade with his terrified hands, and made a horrified horror in his throat.

Puchi, a sharp Japanese knife stabbed in, and a bunch of blood splattered Zhang Shuizi's face. Drawing the knife, Zhang Shuizi kicked the body down with a light kick, gasping for a few breaths, the nameless fire in his heart gradually faded, and left and right

It was the Ming army soldiers who were holding up a fire of namelessness and howling desperately with the Eight Banners soldiers.

More than 60 Ming troops crashed into more than 200 flag soldiers, and they actually killed all the way.

After a dense sound of gunfire, the flag soldiers attacked from front and back dispersed and fled, and were caught up by the red-eyed Ming army, shooting and chopping over.

It was about to dawn, and the grassland was covered with white and shiny, and frost was falling.

A large number of Ming army light cavalry arrived and cleared along the river. A large number of corpses were concentrated and burned and buried. Even the bodies of fugitive slaves in the river were disposed of. There were less than ten survivors of fugitive slaves, and they changed their clothes and were still wrapped in quilts.

The cold was shivering, and a large number of corpses floating in the river were caught. The nameless fire of Ming soldiers rose. They dragged some of the wounded Jianlu soldiers on war horses, and then spread their four hooves on the empty grassland.

The tortured flag soldiers were dragged to pieces, vomiting blood, and were cut off their hands and feet one by one, and were tortured to death. Ma Can sat on the ground, watching a flag soldiers wearing red cotton armor, whose hands and feet were cut off by their tyrannical subordinates and rolled on the ground.

Screaming, a feeling of inexplicable pleasure in my heart, suddenly awakening why my father and brother don't want him to hang out in the army. After staying in the army for a long time, people's hearts will become worse. It's like this Liaodong war, developing in another direction.
Chapter completed!