Chapter 690: The Battle of the Entanglement

The bannermen supported the wounded soldiers, led the war horses and retreated ten miles to camp. They got rid of the Ming army and buried the pot to make rice, and went to the old forest to make some wild game meals.

The Ming army chased after a while and then withdrew their troops, fled far away, ending a day of bloody battle in the dense forest.

At night, a low-lying place with leeward.

The bonfire was set up in the leeward area, and the fierce battle was fierce for one day. The five thousand Ming troops suffered nearly 300 casualties, but not many of them died in battle, and more than 80 were injured and were being treated. They cleaned the wounds with hot water and sour wine, and scooped them into pieces.

The meat was rotten, and a muffled groan and a two-pentant cry of pain came from time to time in the camp.

Outside the camp, on the open space.

The bright bonfire was burning vigorously, and the firewood was set up to roast small beasts in the mountains. The atmosphere was hot. Several team officials were competing for gunfire, attracting a large number of soldiers to watch. Several team officials knelt on one knee and squatted in the bright

Next to the bonfire, fifty steps away, more than ten wounded soldiers of the flag-men were tied up in various ties, all tied to the trees with ropes, and their hair was so disheveled that they were ignorant of their lives.

"Press the King's Team, beat the King's Team, three out of three!"

"I'll get off Team Li, I'll get a knife!"

Amid the lively shouts, the Ming soldiers pressed the spoils seized during the day as bargaining chips. The exquisitely crafted shovels and hats and helmets are popular in the grassland market. Not only are caravans and guards bought them,

In the past, merchants would also buy some as decorations. The trend of the people of Ming Dynasty wearing swords gradually flourished, catching up with the prosperity of the Han and Tang Dynasties.

Bang!

A team official shot in a very standard kneeling posture, fired a gun from fifty outside, hitting the thigh of the flag soldier directly opposite him. The flag soldier twitched suddenly, and he was unable to even exclaim the pain.

Bang, bang!

None of the team officials wanted to fall behind, and they tried their best in front of their subordinates, hitting more than ten living targets fifty steps away, and blood was emitting all over their bodies. Amid the laughter, a team official who failed was full of regret and competed.

If you lose, you will naturally have no face. If you win, you will naturally show your face. Li Zhengming leaned beside the campfire, squinted his eyes, and watched his subordinates enjoy the abuse of the bannermen, and remembered the shore of the Liao River that day.

Ten years ago, on the bank of the Liao River, he was still a newcomer at that time.

Shenyang City was broken, Jianlu pressed the Liao army's generals and officers to the Liao River and chopped their heads, and cut off hundreds of Liao army generals in one go, from the general to the heads of the general.

Gengbing. Fengshui takes turns. Ten years ago, I never thought that there would be such a day when the Liao army could shoot the injured soldiers of the bannermen as targets, which was called retribution. Li Zhengming believed that there was nothing wrong with the tyrannical behavior of his subordinates.

If you kill me, I will kill you. This is very fair.

The sharp shooting skills among the personal soldiers were itchy. Seeing his colleagues competing with the shooting skills, he seemed to feel uncomfortable all over his body. There was no first in literature and no second in martial arts, so naturally no one would accept anyone.

Li Zhengming lay down with his clothes and said with a smile: "Go and play with both hands and let the bastards open their eyes."

"Abide by the order!"

Several personal soldiers responded to the shooting, and then ran over to join in the fun with their guns. Soon, sporadic sounds of guns sounded in the dense forest.

The next day, early morning.

The Eight Banners soldiers got up early, and before dawn, they gathered troops to touch the camp. A large number of flag soldiers stormed away and rushed into the camp of the Ming army. However, the Ming army in the camp had already left, leaving behind an extinguished bonfire.

The chaotic footprints were everywhere, and the corpses of flag men tied to big trees were covered with scars and were full of death. Angry howling sounded in the forest, and the flag soldiers wearing rivets and cotton armor were full of murderous aura, and they were also indulged in color.

Most of the Han army were silent.

"What a human being, a beast!"

Zhang Jing, a Han army in his prime, cursed angrily, Manchu, Chinese, Mongolian, and cursed in different languages. Jianlu even cursed the Ming army's behavior that was worse than beasts. It seemed that he had forgotten the captive cavalry that he had been.

It spread across Liaodong and the capital, and enjoyed the old story of torture and massacre of Ming people.

A man named Zuo Ling was panting heavily, with red eyes, and angrily drew his sword to chop him up, and several small trees that had been cut off were broken.

"Disable it, quickly remove it. Minggou is so vicious and will be punished by God!"

While cursing, Zhang Jing of the Han army led a few Han army forward, trying to remove the bodies of the flag soldiers from the tree. Zhang Jing of the Han army stepped on the air and knew that it would be triggered in seconds.

With a thud, Zhang Jing, the Han army, hung upside down, and was hung into the air like a cloud and fog, swaying around the forest in panic.

Bang bang bang bang!

Ambushings rose everywhere, and Zhang Jing, the Han army, was killed on the spot in the air.

The dense projectiles were shot. In the deep forest with hundreds of steps away, the Ming army suddenly knelt on one knee and fired a volley of guns. After the front row was shot, it was loaded on the spot. The back row passed by his companions and fired another volley.

The Ming army, which had a small number of people, advanced layer by layer, like rolling up surging waves, surging waves after wave, killing the enemy soldiers standing on the open space one after another. This was actually a fake camp, a fake camp

There is also a Zhen camp on one side, and there are a large number of ambushers in the Zhen camp.

The attacked soldiers were unable to resist for the time being, and they retreated and shot arrows, and dozens of casualties were injured and killed along the way.

The enemy soldiers rolled and crawled into the dense forest. With a whistle, more than a hundred Ming troops reoccupied the camp, used a butt and a short knife to repair the wounded soldiers who were rolling and howling in the pool of blood and stabbed them to death. This whistle Ming Ming

The army was left behind and was extremely arrogant to attack, but it even hit. More than 100 people roamed guns, and even scared thousands of soldiers away, leaving no less than a hundred corpses.

Only two were slightly injured after being cold arrows.

A sentry officer bent down and squatted down, pressing the waist of a Jianlu wounded soldier on one knee, grabbed the wounded soldier's money rat tail with one hand, and held the short blade in the other hand without looking at it, and lightly swaying the neck of the injured soldier in the bannerman.

With a light touch, the blood was like a flood that broke the dike, gushing out and spraying on the black land. If you do more things like clearing the battlefield, practice makes perfect. The Ming army is a good player, with his waist and eyes on his back.

He gently lifted his rat-tailed braid and easily wiped his neck, which was very convenient.

With a whistle, the whistleman made a fierce gesture. More than a hundred Ming soldiers grabbed the easy-to-carry trophys, such as the easy-to-carry trophys, and raised their legs and ran over the tree roots and shrubs that were wrapped in the forest, and evacuated the battlefield. There was a rustling sound.

Afterwards, more than a hundred Ming troops broke the rear and met with the friendly troops in front of them and soon disappeared in the dense forest. Some people set up ambush and some people responded. Five thousand Ming troops blocked layers of attack on the west side of the Xing'an Mountains, which made Huang Taiji anxious.

At this time, Huang Taiji wanted to divide the tricky and cunning Ming army general into pieces, unload them into pieces, and then chop them into meat paste.

With Li Zhengming's temperament, he would probably laugh three times and shake the red general's official uniform he was wearing, which was quite honored.

At the same time, the Lena River Ferry.

Ma Can squatted beside a big overturned cart, placed the gun across his legs, and used a broken arrow to tamp the bonfire that would be extinguished at any time. Hula, Zhang Shuizi impatiently poured a pack of gunpowder on it, and the fire was heavy
Chapter completed!