The young military master bulged his tongue and instigated: "Young Master, do you want to join the army? Brothers will take you to play with guns and see the scenery!"

Lu An was so excited when he was said that he felt that it seemed good. Is the military intelligence department's spy seemingly majestic?

Both of them suffered some leg injuries and could not get on the formation. They were actually watching the horses on the side of the road, chatting with each other warmly. Amid the noise of horse hooves on one side, Gushihan's flag was attacked by the iron cavalry.

He became panicked. At this time, Xujiazhuang was about to end his life. Feng De was unable to defend the village wall, so he retreated to the streets in the village and used the narrow streets to form a gun array.

The remaining dozen old brothers all looked at each other in blood, and they pressed themselves to the front to form a barrier.

The young people hid on the roof and fired cold guns in the courtyard wall. Fortunately, there was a three-story watchtower in the village, right next to the village gate. At this time, more than a dozen old soldiers relied on the watchtower and the firepower on both sides.

With cover and barely supporting, the gun array was already shaking.

A large number of Oirat soldiers rushed down the slope, blocked by the Liao soldiers forming a gun formation and unable to move on the narrow streets.

"Tiger!"

Although everyone in the Liao army was bleeding, they mustered up Yu Yong and lined up the gun array at the bottom of the box, but they refused to let him go.

Feng De stood in the third position on the right, with two swords and shield hands in a thousand, four spears behind, and four spears were behind, four spears were stalked out with one another. The swords and shield hands in the front desperately supported them with a shield, and an Oirat soldier howled

As he shouted, Feng De's face turned red and his mouth was dry, but he still held the weapon firmly in his hand. Four spears on the left and right stabbed out flat and shrank back.

"Tiger!"

Two sword and shield hands tried desperately to hold forward, and the four old soldiers took one step forward and shouted loudly.

The gun formations were together, and there was no retreat. The bloody battle in the long street turned into a struggle, hand-to-hand combat, on the high towers, on the roofs on both sides, behind the courtyard walls, the young people fired guns one after another, and the speed of loading guns was too slow.

In desperation, the young people threw spears, bricks, and tiles, and smashed everything they could throw down. This seemingly chaotic behavior actually had a miraculous effect.

The bricks and tiles were mixed with several spears, and they came through the air.

Puchi!

The spear falling from the sky pierced the bodies of several Oirat soldiers and nailed them to the ground. The Oirat soldiers squeezed into a group were smashed into blood by bricks and tiles.

"Throw the spear, throw the spear!"

In the bloody battle, the young people in Qingjian County caught a life-saving straw, collected the simple spear, kitchen knife, axe, and all the powerful weapons they could throw, and threw them towards the Oirat soldiers who rushed into Zhuangzi. They were so stunning.

Blocked the Oirat soldiers in the street.

"Tiger!"

Feng De yelled again, and the gun array composed of old soldiers began to advance forward at the same time.

"With advance or retreat, kill!"

The old soldiers who were advancing forward encountered huge resistance and fought each other in close contact. The Oirat soldiers squeezed into a group and slashed desperately. The two swords and shields pushed forward desperately with the big iron shield. The ding-dangling slashed loudly, and the whole body was shocked.

The old man was bleeding from his mouth and nose, but howled and pushed forward with force.

Puchi

The sound of spears entering the flesh rang out one after another. Feng De took a step forward and stabbed an Oirat soldier in the chest.

Four guns stabbed three Oirat soldiers at one time, and then took them back. Feng De seemed to have returned to Liaodong and Jing'an Fortress. He was sweating profusely under the scorching sun, panting heavily, and roaring at the hoarse roar of the chief

In the middle, his sore arms were wielding and stabbing again and again. On the snow-covered school ground, the cold and biting cold wind blew, and the head was steaming. The arms were first red and swollen, and the pain was like needle pricking, and then they were numb. The mechanical ones were growing

The gun stabbed out.

"Tiger!"

Feng De stabbed another shot, his arm completely lost consciousness, but his spear still stabbed the enemy in front of him like a poisonous snake. In the early years, in the Jing'an Fort Camp, Feng De had to practice thousands of stabs every day in assassination. On weekdays

When practicing, you also have to tie heavy objects on your hands and feet. Practice hard every day, for more than half a year, and the action of stabbing the spear in front of the spear has become an instinct. Feng De naturally didn't know that this is called muscle memory.

"Tiger!"

Feng De took a big step again, stabbed the spear in front of the spear, and the Oirat soldier who was stabbed screamed in horror, spitting blood, subconsciously grabbed the gun rod, a gun-like old man, and the old brothers on both sides instinctively flicked the gun.

The two old brothers cleared the sieve for Feng De, but the gun array that was struggling and stumbled, and the two old brothers finally fell down.

Go on.

A gun stabbed towards him, Feng De yelled, grabbed the gun and took two steps smoothly, avoided the gun head, and grabbed the gun with his big hand. After a little delay, the old brothers on both sides had already pulled the spear.

When he went back, he stabbed out like a poisonous snake, stabbing the face and the thigh. The Oirat soldier who had made the gun staggered in the thigh and was kicked away by Feng De.

"Tiger!"

On the narrow street, the old soldiers were panting and staggering, looking like they would fall down at any time, but they were shaking and staggering. With their well-trained and tacit gun formation, they were actually crowded into a group of Oirat soldiers.

In the middle, he forced a blood alley to open. Another old brother fell down, and Feng De made a decision, and was stabbed without dodging or avoiding.

The shoulder sank, and the biting pain made Feng De crazy. He stabbed the Oirat soldiers in the chest, and even howled, pushing the Oirat soldiers into the crowd. Feng De's eyes fell dark and slowly exhaled a long breath.

He was angry, but the young people who rushed up to death waved their swords and guns and slashed away randomly. At this time, the sound of a desolate horn sounded outside the village, and the Oirats stopped their troops.

Outside the village, there was chaos.

Three hundred iron cavalry leaped on horses with their spears and horses, spreading out among the fields on both sides of the avenue, and arranged in three rows to directly capture Gushihan's eye-catching ceremonial guards. Gushihan's ceremonial guards were very simple, with only about a dozen flag-holding soldiers and a thousand

There are more guards, and there is also a dirty totem and a hideous white wolf-headed totem. Such a simple ceremonial war has become a dazzling target, the prey of the Ming army's iron cavalry.

The cavalry drove forward and rolled in a row. A cavalry of Ming army was accelerating. Gushihan was shocked and hurriedly ordered the horn to stop the troops. The Oirat light cavalry on both sides of the road fought desperately to meet him. He tried to stop him, but was rushed by the Ming cavalry.

The people fled up and fled without looking back. The three platoons of the Ming army had already spread out and rolled in, and the war horses were mentioning the extreme speed.

Three rows of iron cavalry crossed the ridges and stepped on the melon fields, but they were unstoppable.

The surrounding Oirat light cavalry went up to stop him and shoot arrows, but could not stop the iron cavalry's charge, so they fled one after another, and no one was too stupid to go up and die. Gushikhan felt cold when he saw the Ming army's iron cavalry following a large number of light cavalry.

After half of it, he did not hesitate to play the fine traditions of the Mongolians and escape.
Chapter completed!