The counter-charge initiated by Tong Yangxing and more than a dozen Goshhas was of no use.

Tong Yangxing, who was ahead of the front, ran less than twenty meters before he was hit in the chest by an oncoming lead bullet. The soft lead bullet successfully penetrated the three layers of heavy armor on his body under the push of huge kinetic energy. Then the seriously deformed lead bullet stirred his heart into a ball of minced meat.

Tong Yangxing fell heavily on the ground and rolled twice on the ground. When he stopped rolling and leaned back to the sky, his eyes that were still wide were losing focus.

The more than ten Goshhas around him were not much better. Seeing Tong Yangxing being shot dead, they rushed forward faster and were knocked down on the hillside by dense rain of bullets.

After moving his eyes away from the Qianli Mile Mile, Wu Sangui's young face was filled with unconcealed shock, and he couldn't help but murmured: "Is this... the Tartars defeated?"

"Why do you think?"

Zu Dashou took the Thousand Mile Mile Mile Mile from Wu Sangui's hand, looked at Heisha Ridge for a while, sighed with a complicated expression, and looked at Wu Sangui today.

"Sangui, in the future, you must be careful when dealing with Jiangning Hou and remember not to anger the other party. Do you understand?"

"Uncle, why is this?"

After all, Wu Sangui was young and energetic, so he couldn't stand it when he heard this.

"Uncle, the Jiangning Army is indeed powerful, but our Wu family and Zu family are not weak. The tens of thousands of soldiers under our command are not vegetarians. I wish him Yang Feng..."

"Stop it!"

Before Wu Sangui finished speaking, he was stopped by Zu Dashou.

He whispered in a low voice: "You have grown up now and will also shoulder the burden of revitalizing the reputation of the Wu family in the future. You must not act on your own will only by your will.

I know you are very dissatisfied with Jiang Ning Hou and think that one day you will be able to compare him. But I want to tell you that this kind of thinking is undesirable.

When Jiangning Hou has reached this point today, the situation has been achieved, and it is useless to catch up with him. So instead of being too ambitious, it is better to do something down-to-earth in Liaodong. Do you understand?"

Seeing Zu Dashou rarely talk to him with this solemnity, although Wu Sangui was still a little dissatisfied, he could only bow his head and say nothing.

Seeing Wu Sangui's stubborn look, Zu Dashou sighed in his heart.

His nephew was smart since he was a child, and when he grew up, he showed his military talent more and more. In addition, he was the child of his favorite sister, Zu Dashou spared no effort to help promote him. Otherwise, it would be good if he was seventeen or eighteen years old like Wu Sangui, not to mention Qian Zheng, he could be a general manager.

It’s a pity that although Wu Sangui is smart and capable, he is too proud. He always dislikes Yang Feng, who has risen over the years, and wants to compete with him everywhere. However, in Zu Dashou’s opinion, this is not only unnecessary, but also too stupid. In order to avoid him offending Yang Feng too much, it is already Zu Dashou’s third reminder, but now it seems that the effect is really not great.

Zu Dashou shook his head helplessly. If the young man didn't hit Nanfang once or twice, he would probably not know that some people and some things in this world cannot afford to offend him. Let the facts educate him.

Just when Zu Dashou and Wu Sangui and his uncle and nephew had their own thoughts, the battle at Heisha Ridge also entered a hot stage.

After Tong Yangxing died in battle, the Han army flag under his command was completely in chaos. Thousands of soldiers from the Firearms Battalion ran towards the mountain like headless flies.

But what they didn't expect was that when they ran back with fear, they were not the cover of their companions, but the cold rain of arrows.

"Swoosh..."

A cold heavy arrow shot into the chest of a musketeer. The long arrow penetrated his body and then penetrated it obliquely to the ground.

"ah……"

The musket soldier let out his last wail before his death, his eyes full of disbelief, and he fell heavily to the ground. Bright red blood kept flowing out of his chest, and soon a small blood-red puddle formed on the ground.

"No retreat...no one is allowed to retreat!"

A red flag-inlaided Fendibashiku roared at the Han Army flag with a long sword in his hand and said with a fierce look on his face: "Mr. Beile has an order. Who dares to retreat without authorization? This is his fate!"

“Ahhh…”

At this time, a few more screams came from the side, and several more fleeing Han army flag soldiers were killed on the spot by the vest soldiers with red flags.

Seeing this scene, the man named Dao Shiku shouted with a ferocious look on his face: "If you don't want to die, hurry back and kill the Ming army, otherwise they will all die!"

Faced with the threat of death, many soldiers of the Han army flag hesitated for a moment and could only turn around and run towards the way.

Seeing that these soldiers were finally driven back, the person in charge of the sneer was destined to sneer: "These dogs all have virtues and can only talk to them with bows, arrows, swords and guns, otherwise they would not listen to you."

"Bump..."

As soon as the name finished, there was a continuous sound of muskets in front of him. During this period, there were several huge explosions. The muskets soldiers who had just turned their heads to fight were coming to a large area.

Occasionally, some Han flag musket soldiers fired to resist, but were quickly knocked to the ground by the dense rain of bullets shot from the front.

The Ming army's fighting style was also very calm. They were neither anxious nor slow. The troops covered each other and adopted the fighting style of three steps forward and two steps backward.

In other words, the sergeant in front will retreat to the back after shooting, while the musket soldiers in the back row will become the front row and continue to advance. After shooting, they will also retreat as well, and their companions who have already loaded ammunition behind will replace them.

In this way, the Han flag-fire weapon battalion, which barely returned to launch a counterattack under the threat of the Qing army, only resisted in less than a quarter of an hour before being completely defeated again.

"Kill them, kill these cowards!"

The one who was still the one who had to split up the Shiku, holding his bow and arrow high and shooting arrows frantically at the defeated Han flag soldiers, and shot a defeated soldier who ran in the front to the ground.

However, the defeated soldiers were red in this time. Since fighting with the Ming army is death, and escaping is also death, it is better to kill the Tartars who are supervising the battle behind them, and maybe they can still get a way out.

I don't know who it was, but raised the grenade in his hand and pulled the trigger at the Qing army who was slashing at him with a sword raised.

"Bang……"

The vest soldier holding a long sword shook his body, lowered his head in disbelief, and looked at the blood gushing out of the armor that suddenly had a hole, and felt that all the strength in his body was quickly leaving him. Then he saw that he had no idea what was going on when he saw him black.

"This gunshot also looked at everyone around, especially those vest soldiers and infantry armor with red flags that could not believe their eyes. These Nikan, who are more obedient than dogs, dared to attack them."
Chapter completed!