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"Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!!"

"Mingren are here to steal the camp!"

Amid the noise of hunting dogs, the Qing army in the camp responded very quickly, and soon there was a fierce shout of warning sound.

"Which Ming dog dares to come and steal our Zhenghuang Banner camp after eating the courage of the bear heart? If the master is so angry that he can't sleep well tonight, I will be unhappy. I will definitely take his #￥% skin!"

The one who is on duty in front of Zhenghuang Banner tonight is Niulu Zhang Jingzhang Guli of Zhenghuang Banner.

Zhangguli has not had the opportunity to go out to rob and make a fortune in the past few days. He watched others make a fortune one by one, and was in a bad mood. He drank more than a pound of strong wine tonight and was full of anger.

As soon as he heard that Ming Gouzi had come to steal the camp, Zhangguli had accumulated resentment these days burst out, and he picked up his mace, which was more than two meters long, and accompanied by more than a dozen trusted servants around him, he rushed over.

Unlike the loose military discipline of the Ming army, in the Qing army at this time, if you say you are on the night, you must be on the night and you must not be lazy. Otherwise, if you are caught, it is definitely not a joke. It is light to be slaves in the armor.

Therefore, Zhangguli and others were wearing armor at this time and did not have to wear armor any more!

"Run over!"

"Uncle Cao, go to the right, Brother Wang, go to the left! Quickly! If the position is stuck, you must fill the middle wall as soon as possible!"

At this time, Xu Changqing and his friends had already filled the trench fifty or sixty meters long outside the Qing army's earth wall. Hundreds of people had rushed onto the earth wall and jumped into the Qing army's formation.

At this time, Xu Changqing rushed to the earthen wall under the protection of Zhao Zengjin, Ergou, Wang Anshan, Zhang Hu and many other followers, and shouted to both sides.

"Leave it to me on the right!"

Cao Bianjiao didn't talk nonsense, and he carried his Guan Ye sword and rushed to the right.

"I'm safe on the left!"

Although Wang Pu was guilty, he had already arrived here, so he had no time to think a lot. He gritted his teeth and rushed up to the wall, shouting loudly as his personal guards stepped forward.

In addition, Xu Changqing's frontal manpower soon became a mess around, and in this faint mist, fighting and shouting rose up.

At this time, Zhao Zengjin, Ergou, Wang Anshan, Zhang Hu and others had grown a lot. Xu Changqing didn't have to charge in person on the middle lane, and asked them to lead their brothers forward and rush to open the space. Xu Changqing squatted on the earth wall and looked down at the surroundings from a high place.

The Zhenghuang Banner Camp is divided into three levels as a whole.

The outermost trench wall is the outer camp, also known as the front camp, which is about one mile away from the fortifications in the middle camp, and the space is very spacious.

The earthen wall fortifications outside the front camp are just defenses on the outside, and there are also many small trench traps inside, which are very complex, but also very regular.

For example, now the Ming army is stealing the camp, and as long as the Qing army occupy the favorable terrain, it will be difficult for the Ming army to rush up for a while.

Because there are traps and potholes everywhere, if you cannot open the bloody road and seize the advantageous terrain as soon as possible, you can only go up from these traps and potholes, and that price will be high.

"Dog Tartars, let me die!"

"Brothers, rush over, Mr. Shuai's reward is waiting for us!"

On the left, Wang Pu really invested a lot. The ones in front of him were his most elite Mongolian servants, all of whom were in his thirties and more than 40 years old!

The real Mongolian Tartars, or those who united with the Qing army, are indeed hateful.

However, Mongolia was too big. The Mongolians not only served their Taiji and their Jurchens, but also had many served their Ming and Han people.

Needless to say, the true Mongolian Tartars are the true "nomad people". They are definitely experts among experts who run away.

The Mongoltars of the Korqin family were slightly better, after all, they still had a Manchu master on their heads.

The Chinese-made Mongolians, especially the essence of the essence, are definitely better than the servants under Wang Pu's command.

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The Mongoltars of the Korqin family are even more elite!

Their system and discipline were more complete, and they had settled in the Ming Dynasty, married and had children, and did not lose the power and wildness left by Genghis Khan back then.

Under Wang Pu's heavy reward, these people were really desperate. In a moment, they opened a large open space on the left, allowing the elite Zhenghuang Banners who had not adapted to the rhythm of these mist to retreat step by step. Soon, a snowball effect was formed, and more Ming Junlangs behind them came up.

"Bang!"

"puff!"

"ah---"

On the right side, Cao Bianjiao's fight was more difficult than Wang Pu's.

To be honest, whether the Han people are farming peoples is a little worse than those beast-like Mongols in this purely natural wildness.

Perhaps there is not much of this gap, but at this critical moment, the comparison is a bit too obvious!

However, how can veterans like Lao Cao be mortals?

He understands his strengths and weaknesses very well.

He was not in a hurry to achieve success, but instead used the skill and tacit understanding of his veteran soldiers who had worked with the refugee army for many years when he was in Shaanxi, and gradually advanced calmly.

"Master, look, there is a Ming army general there, like a big fish!"

Perhaps it was a fateful encounter, Cao Bianjiao had just rushed out of a small piece of space, and Zhangguli was bringing people to rush over.

Zhangguli, who had already been relieved of alcohol, was immediately overjoyed. He swung his mace and swung his sword towards Cao Bianjiao and others.

Cao Bianjiao smiled coldly, and without fear, he directly hit Zhangguli, shouting to the personal soldiers around him: "Push up and rush away!"

"Brothers, kill the Tartars!"

"Minggou, you are looking for death!"

In an instant, the two of them collided rapidly in this not-so-spacious area.

"Dangdang!"

"Swish!"

"Bang!"

In the blink of an eye, Cao Bianjiao had already tried more than a dozen moves with Zhangguli, and no one had taken much advantage.

I have to say that at this time, in this era, the Qing army, not to mention the Niulu Zhangjing-level masters, even ordinary white armor, were all people who had truly seen the scene.

Cao Bianjiao was already sweating at this time. Niulu Zhang Jing, who was the Huangqi, was a little fierce. If he continued to get entangled like this, even if he could defeat Niulu Zhang Jing, it would probably delay the big thing!

If it were ordinary, Cao Bianjiao would definitely roar. You are even more tough than you, and you completely use your momentum to suppress Niulu Zhang Jing.

But at this time, with many fights with Xu Changqing, the two of them practiced without any trouble. At this time, Cao Bianjiao was no longer the fierce straight man in history.

Seeing Zhangguli's grimaceful face, another stick came from the lunar calendar. Cao Bianjiao's eyes condensed, and his body's center of gravity quickly shifted. He roared, and he seemed to be going to meet Zhangguli's moves, but his feet suddenly slipped.

"when!"

"Oh!"

Amid the harsh sound of the impact of gold and iron, Cao Bianjiao suddenly staggered and let out a painful cry.

"Haha, Mingdog, you're dead!"

Zhangguli had a headache about how to take down the Ming general in front of him. After all, the two of them had similar strengths, and they had to fight for at least a while in normal conditions, fighting for physical strength and luck. But at this time, who would have thought that Changshengtian would give him such a big gift?

God doesn’t stand on Minggou’s side!

Before he finished speaking, he was so excited that he saw the Changguli like a flower girl. The heavy mace had already come across and was about to hit Cao Bianjiao's head with a stick.

This is the best way to attack mace!

Even if Cao Bianjiao has the best iron helmet protection on his head, Zhangguli's stick can make Cao Bianjiao's brain burst and die directly on the spot.

However, just as Zhangguli had almost seen Cao Bianjiao's pitiful appearance of tragic death, a cold smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Cao Bianjiao's mouth.

"Woo!"

The wolf in Changguli

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When the tooth stick was about to be in front of Cao Bianjiao's turn, Cao Bianjiao suddenly exerted force, like a cheetah rising up. He held his Guan Ye's knife in both hands and avoided Zhangguli's mace with great agility. Then, the cold and heavy blade directly swept across Zhangguli's neck.

"Swish!"

"Pop!"

Cao Bianjiao's Guan Ye's sword was at least fifty or sixty pounds, and he suddenly took the strength, but he was determined to make a calculation but not the intention. How to calculate this strength?

In the terrifying and harsh sound of the collision of gold and iron, Cao Bianjiao's blade directly swept across Zhangguli's shoulders, the armor between his neck, and the armor of Zhangguli's neck and armor were cut off most of his head.

Zhangguli's figure was still rushing forward due to inertia, but his ferocious head was now in an indescribable posture and suddenly dropped under his shoulders. He was already dead and could not die anymore...

"The enemy general is dead, brothers, rush over to me!"

Cao Bianjiao tore off Zhangguli's money rat braid and tore off his head from his body. He immediately splashed with blood on his face, but he didn't care and whistled to the sky!

"The enemy general is dead, brothers, kill the Tartars!"

"Shi Yu is mighty! Go ahead!"

"Run!"
To be continued...