Chapter 692: Qingshen

With two wings encircled and a breakthrough in the middle, the Ming army has mastered this offensive tactic.

At the bonfire, a large number of Ming soldiers were urging their muskets, knelt on one knee and squatted down a row with guns against their shoulders, and the back row rushed forward with big stairs. Noisy footsteps sounded at the same time on both wings, quickly rushing to a Jianlu.

The small camp was surrounded. Soon, a woman screamed, a child cried, a vague shouting, and a few sudden gunshots.

After a while, Ma Can strode into the camp and looked at the young and strong men who were shot and killed, and was a little disappointed.

More than a dozen Jianzhou women wearing coarse cloth clothes, some young children curled up beside the fire, trembling, Ma Can cursed a few words in his heart, how could he die if he had so many bonfires in his life? Soon he realized that one

With gestures, hundreds of Ming troops scattered, entered the forest with guns, and hid into the bushes. Of course, more than a dozen people did not have to make so many fires. A large number of young and strong men went out to hunt and had not returned to the camp yet.

The camp was spread like a big net, waiting quietly for Jianlu Qingzheng to return to the camp.

More than ten women in the camp were really frightened and wanted to shout for warning, but they were smashed by Ming Jun with a buttstock, stuffed with weeds to block their mouths, and made vague snoring sounds from their throats. Ma Can sat in the fire

Next to him, he used to placing the gun on his legs and looked at more than ten Jianzhou women with disgust. His brother Ma Cheng was very disliked the Jianzhou women, and even Ma Can was also bored. Most of the Jianzhou women had rough skin, and

He likes to wear bloated robes, which is far less fair and slim than the Ming people.

Not far away, a Jianzhou man who was shot several times was injured but not dead. He was looking at him with wide eyes, panting heavily, his hands and feet were interrupted and bleeding constantly, but his vitality was extremely tenacious.

Like a seriously injured and dying wild boar, she twitched desperately in a pool of blood and struggled meaninglessly. This is a common technique used by the Ming army's surprise troops. The casualty rate in the surprise troops is high, and long-term nerve breakdown will inevitably lead to some special habits.

Ma Can will never stop his subordinates from their tyrannical actions. The soldiers of the surprise soldiers fell into the hands of Jianlu, and their fate would not be much better. As the war progressed, the native Jianzhou people were born and raised in the deep mountains and forests covered with ice and snow all year round.

, The old Ming army soldiers who had been in the army for a long time, both groups of people gradually returned to primitive society. Millions of years ago, humans' cruel and bloodthirsty instincts, the loser would be eaten by the winner and not even left.

The seriously injured Jianzhou man gasped and became weaker, his hands and feet gradually straightened and stiffened.

Most of the hour later, a few crows came from the dense forest, warning ahead.

Ma Can was so energetic that he held the gun, ran and jumped over several bushes, squatted behind a tree and pressed the gun to his shoulder. In the door, a team of Jianzhou people appeared in the clearings in the forest, and thirty or forty people were

There are young and strong Jianzhou men, some wearing dirty leather robes, some wearing rough leather armor, and only two wearing white cotton armor. Thirty-four Jianzhou young and strong, walking among the mountains and forests at night

Holding up the torch, he spoke loudly about the Manchu language he couldn't understand.

After the Jianzhou army was broken up, it was normal. A large number of young and strong Jianzhou were mixed up with Baoyi and flag soldiers. The flag soldiers became less and less like soldiers, and the people were less and less like soldiers. The soldiers and the people were less and less like soldiers.

Camping, hunting, and fighting together, the Jianzhou people are quickly returning to their original state. Perhaps this is the nature of the Jianzhou people.

Thirty-four Jianzhou men were in the clearings of the forest, holding up their torches and getting closer and closer, and their voices became louder and louder.

Ma Can spat lightly and his eyes narrowed. Finally, he understood what these Jianzhou men were doing when they went out of the camp. The only two horses of Jianzhou people were fighting and putting a few female slaves horizontally, all tied up and placed horizontally on the horse. On his back, he was covered in dirty leather robes, covered in mud, and the dirty coated slaves were still resisting the women. He knew that he was going out to eat at night.

When Jianlu fled from Chenyang, he fled the female slaves. The abandoned female slaves are now scattered everywhere in the primeval forest. So there is a saying that they eat wild food. In the eyes of these Jianzhou people, female slaves are childbirth. Tools are also private property, and whoever catches them will belong to them. The abandoned female slaves include Ming, Mongolian, and North Korean women. They have Jurchen mountain people. In a Jurchen home, it is no different from a domestic dog.

In the photo, these Jianzhou men were in a good mood. They raised the torch and muttered the Manchu language that they couldn't understand. They probably gained a lot.

Ma Can picked up his gun and took the sight of a flag soldier wearing white armor. There were only two of the thirty or forty young men. Tonight, he was extremely lucky. Some accident happened at this time, one The female slave on the back of the Jianzhou people suddenly struggled, kicked and broke free from the restraint, broke free from the Jianzhou man's back, rolled on the ground for a few laps, and then staggered away. The whole team stopped, and several men cursed and ran over to catch him. A weak woman, how could she escape from a strong man in Jianzhou? She staggered out a few steps away and was pulled down by her hair.

Three or four Jianzhou men were furious and cursed, grabbing the woman's long hair and punching and kicking her.

The woman screamed and roared: "God, I took these pigs and dogs!"

"Forget the eight dead, the little dog bone!"

The louder the woman cursed, the more violent the Jianzhou people who were surrounding her and committing violence.

The torches were frightened, and the bushes were coming from behind. The Ming soldiers were holding muskets, silently and obeying the training regulations. The short-swing guns equipped by the Ming army were equipped with a large number of short-swing guns, with the best range of eighty steps. Chu Sheng, the team of Jianlu was still two hundred steps away, far from the best range. A musket pointed at the team of Jianlu, but it did not open fire. The female slave who spoke Chinese screamed more and more. The more shrill the atmosphere was, the more dull and depressing it was.

"Bang!"

Ma Can felt a heat in his heart and couldn't help but hug the fire. His rifled gun could hit two hundred steps.

"May this merit be used to adorn the Buddha's Pure Land!"

Ma Can muttered in his mouth, and a crisp gun sounded. A white-armored flag soldier in the crowd fell to his back and fell to the sky. Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang b Xufa instantly knocked down half of the thirty or forty Jianlu, and a shrill scream sounded in the forest.

"out!"

From the bushes, behind the trees, non-commissioned officers pointed their swords in front of them, and a large number of Ming soldiers rushed out of their hideout with guns in big strides. Melee soldiers holding swords and shields rushed to the front. When they got into the battle, the howling suddenly rose octave. After a chaotic gun sound, hundreds of Ming troops, like tigers and wolfs, submerged the Jianlu team like a tide.

Zhang Shuizi rushed to the front with great strides, without saying a word, holding the knife in both hands and jumping up.

"roar!"
Chapter completed!