As the horses and knights on horseback continued to fall to the ground, they also caused some troubles to the charging Qing soldiers, but these were small things. After all, for the Manchus who were skilled in bow and horse, they had to avoid the fallen companions in front of them.
It was not a difficult task, and the casualties of seven or eight knights were nothing.
But the psychological blow to the Qing soldiers was huge. At a distance of two hundred steps, our own side was actually attacked by the opponent at a distance of two hundred steps, and was beaten to the point of being unable to fight back. This kind of thing could only be beaten but
Being unable to fight back is really frustrating.
"Rush, rush over and kill them!"
The leader immediately realized that he could not continue to be beaten passively, otherwise when all his own morale was exhausted, the battle would not have to be fought. Therefore, he immediately waved the shotgun in his hand and ordered the Qing soldiers to speed up and rush over.
Seeing the Qing soldiers desperately riding their horses towards us, the Yebushou men in front showed no signs of panic. Instead, they slung their Nimi rifles on their shoulders, jumped on the horse's back, pulled the reins, and held the weapons in their hands.
The horse whip was whipped, and more than a dozen of them fled forward quickly.
Ye Bushua was an elite member of the army, and the war horses they rode were naturally good horses in the army. Naturally, their speed could not be slowed down. When they wanted to escape, it would be difficult for the Qing soldiers behind them to catch up with them.
Seeing more than a dozen Ye Bu Shui fleeing quickly in front, but trying hard to catch up but unable to catch up with them, the leader of the Qing army also became anxious. He waved his whip and beat the horses desperately, but
After chasing for two quarters of an hour, they were still unable to close the distance at all. The opponent was still dangling about two hundred steps away from him. This result made the leader so angry that he almost vomited blood.
Seeing that he was getting farther and farther away from his own group, the anger in the leader's heart gradually calmed down. This place is so close to Jinzhou. If he encounters an ambush from the opponent's group, his mere two hundred people are not enough to fill the enemy's teeth.
of.
Thinking of this, the sergeant raised his right hand high. The cavalry behind him slowly lowered their horses after seeing this, and finally the team of men and horses slowly stopped like this.
"Boss, all the Tatars behind have stopped!"
Ye Wushou, who was galloping on horseback, heard the words of his companions behind him. He looked back and sneered: "Hey, you have been chasing us for so long and now you don't want to play? It's not that simple! Brothers, stop and reload.
Ammunition. Turn around!”
As soon as the order was given, more than a dozen Ye Bushou reined in the horse, slowly slowed it down, turned the horse's head, took off the Nimi rifle from behind, and loaded ammunition on the horse's back.
The biggest advantage of the Nimi rifle compared to previous firecrackers is that its range is increased several times. It also has another advantage, that is, it is also much faster in terms of ammunition loading.
The special mini bullets will be fixed in the barrel of the gun by gently pushing the push rod a few times. Then plug the powder into the fire door and everything will be fine. Fast people can even shoot six to eight rounds per minute.
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"Brothers, move forward!"
The leader of the Foreign Affairs Committee, Ye Bu Suo, saw that his brothers had all loaded their ammunition. He immediately ordered Ye Bu Suo to ride their horses forward slowly, and they soon came to a distance of about 200 steps from the Qing soldiers.
"Sir, those Han people are back again!" Ye Bushou's approach could not be concealed from the Qing soldiers behind.
When the leader Zuo Ling took a look at it, sparks immediately appeared in his eyes. He was also an old soldier who had been in the army for many years. He could naturally tell at a glance what the plans of those who had been fighting all night on the opposite side were.
"These despicable Nikans want to take advantage of us again."
"Lord Sorathu, Ye Bushou across the street is like a ghost."
Many Qing army officers saw the intention of the opponent to stay in the night. A captain of the shotgun forward suggested to the leader named Sorathu with some worry: "Sir, let's withdraw quickly. We will suffer a loss if we continue like this."
It can only be us."
"Bang bang bang..."
Before the shotgun captain could finish speaking, a burst of gunshots rang out in their ears again.
"Puff puff puff..."
A slight crash sounded in their ears. Six or seven more forward shotgunners in the front row were shot and fell off their horses. Two of them were shot in the abdomen and did not die immediately. They lay on the ground and wailed loudly.
The soldier tried his best to cover his bloody abdomen, but the blood still couldn't stop gushing out like spring water. The shotgun forward soldier covered his lower abdomen and struggled on the ground in pain. The blood that flowed out was quickly absorbed by the thirsty ground.
Sorathu was so angry that the blood vessels next to his temples bulged, and he said hatefully: "These damn Nikan feelings are just teasing us!"
What was happening in front of them was obvious. These Ye Bushou, who were originally running desperately, stopped when they saw him stop, and they dared to fire their guns so openly. Even a fool could see that they were deliberately irritating themselves and luring themselves to catch up.
A chief who had been furious for a long time said angrily, "Lord Sorathu, I am willing to lead a team of warriors forward and chop off all the heads of those who have not taken back the night!"
Sorathu took a deep breath and shouted in a deep voice: "No, the cunning Han people just want to tempt us to catch up. They must have an ambush ahead. You must not be fooled by them!"
The commander was still unconvinced and protested: "Sir..."
Soratu was worthy of being an experienced officer. He waved his hand and said: "You don't need to say anything, we can't pursue it any longer. Send the order and all of us withdraw..."
"Bang bang bang bang..."
Before Solatu finished speaking, another burst of gunfire came over. This time the opponent's aim was more accurate. Ten more Qing soldiers fell off their horses. One of them was less than three feet away from Solatu.
The soldier happened to be hit in the forehead by a lead bullet, and his huge head exploded like a watermelon, with bright red blood and white brains splattering everywhere. Even Solatu was splashed on the face.
This time, the grumpy chief couldn't stand it anymore. He drew out his long sword and shouted loudly: "Ah... Sir, this slave can't stand it anymore. What are we, the warriors of the Qing Dynasty?"
Have you ever experienced such cowardice? I would rather die in battle than live like this!"
Having said this, the chief shouted loudly: "Warriors of the Qing Dynasty, if you are a man, please join me in killing those lowly Nikans and follow me!" After saying this, the chief raised his long knife high.
He rushed forward again.
Facts have proved that human emotions are easily contagious, especially in wartime. Soldiers who are stimulated are very easy to be instigated. Once an officer takes the lead, many soldiers will follow blindly, without thinking about their own
What consequences will the action bring to the entire brigade?
Seeing the chief leading the charge, the first to follow were dozens of soldiers under the chief. They also screamed and waved their weapons and rushed forward.
Seeing the chaos in the team, Sorathu became anxious. He tried to shout loudly to order the Qing soldiers to stop, but there were still dozens of Qing soldiers following the chief, and the remaining Qing soldiers also came forward.
While looking at him, one of the captains asked eagerly: "Sir, do we want to send someone to chase back Nitulu (the reckless commander)?"
Solatu let out a long sigh and shook his head in despair: "Nitulu can't come back, and the Han people waiting in front will definitely not let them go."
The captain hesitated for a moment and then asked: "Then are we just going to watch Nitulu jump into the trap of the Han people?"
"Then what do you want?" Sorato glared at the captain angrily, "Since those Ye Bushou dared to tease us like this, they have naturally made complete preparations. Do you have to risk the lives of all our warriors?
Are you willing to ride in?"
The captain, who was scolded by Soratu, had no choice but to retreat angrily. Although Soratu said so, he still sent dozens of scouts to spread out and follow the footsteps of the Qing soldiers.
, and after another half an hour, Soratu finally saw a puff of dust and smoke rising in front of him, and then the sound of rapid horse hooves came over.
"Sir, Nitulu is back. He must have brought back all the heads of the Han people!"
The captain behind him said happily while looking forward. However, he did not notice that the face of Sotura beside him changed color.
"No, this team is not Nitulu!"
Sotura heard it. The sound of horse hooves coming from the front was very dense. It was the sound of at least two hundred war horses galloping together. His face changed and he immediately shouted loudly: "Everyone forms an array and prepare to fight!"
As the order was issued, there was a small commotion in the Qing army camp. However, they were worthy of being the elite of the Qing army. They quickly put on a posture to prepare for war. The remaining dozens of shotgun chargers were in front, and the remaining
One hundred forward soldiers were behind holding long bows. They had already placed arrowheads on the long bows and were ready to fire.
Slowly, the cavalry in front stopped when they were about two hundred steps away. As the smoke dissipated, the figure of the visitor also appeared in front of them.
A knight with a black helmet and black armor revealed their figure. They slowly lined up in two lines, forming a semi-arc formation. All of these people were holding firearms, and the black muzzles were pointed at them.
them.
"No, it's those Han people!"
Sorathu's face suddenly turned pale. At this moment, he didn't need to think about it. He knew that the Nitulu group who had just gone to chase must be in danger. He was a warrior in his early 100s, and he was not as good as the ones in front of him.
Those opponents of the Han people who were equipped with sharp firearms.
"Run!"
Solatu could no longer care about anything else, and turned the horse's head without thinking, and was about to run towards the rear...
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