Qin Yiming had a whim and asked the soldiers to do a lot of simple skateboards so that people could move quickly on the snow, but time was too tight. There were only about 3,000 people who could master the sliding technique on the snow in four or five days. These people were young and middle-aged people, including Ma Fengyi and Zuo Menggeng.

Finally, Qin Yiming organized a special team, which could be regarded as a special force. About a thousand people could use lightning guns, and the others acted as auxiliary soldiers. In this way, they quickly headed west. In just one day, they arrived at Wadian. After the spies found traces of a large number of troops marching in the upper reaches of the Baihe River, Qin Yiming made a quick decision and led the army straight to the scene.

The spies reported that there was a Ming army besieged in the Baihe Valley upstream in the upper reaches of the river. The specific situation was unknown. It was difficult for the Ming army to break through on this snowy day. If this continued, this Ming army would probably be very dangerous.

When Qin Yiming appeared, Zhang Xianzhong had already achieved the siege of Zuo Liangyu. In front of him, more than 10,000 Sun Kewang blocked the exit to the north. Now Zhang Xianzhong himself brought tens of thousands of troops to block the south. Zuo Liangyu seemed to be unable to escape.

"Celestial Soldiers!Celestial Soldiers!" Many thieves pointed at the distant sky and looked at the people who were running on the snow. Although there were not many people, these people could actually run on the snow. This made them unable to understand how these people did it.

After the snow, the whole world was covered with silver. The old man in the severe winter paved the white carpet for the road and covered the fields with a thick quilt. There were occasionally two Sheila's willow trees beside the White River. The willow trees were full of silver flowers, and thousands of branches turned into silver bars, becoming silver corals in the white ocean. They were particularly conspicuous and did not contrast with this bleak world.

Zhang Xianzhong's eyes and expression were very strange, and he could even be said to be sad. He stared carefully and hesitantly in the distance. His eyes not only made people feel strange, but also seemed to be filled with hostile vigilance.

"Military advisor, you are very knowledgeable. Do you know what's going on? How could these people have the same level as horses? This is snow!"

Pan Duao had snowflakes hanging on his eyelashes, his face was thin and dim by the wind knife, and there was still some ice slag under his beard. He was very worried. Could it be that there were really heavenly soldiers?

"The king, I am ignorant and ignorant, and I have never seen it!"

Pan Duao looked at him and suddenly saw clearly that the flag floating in the wind was clearly a word of brightness!

"The king is the army of the court, it's not good!"

Zhang Xianzhong's vigilant eyes immediately turned into worries, and then turned into anger, and he shouted: "Hmph, are you just scratching your feet? You're just here to die. Come and take five thousand people to intercept!"

Qin Yiming came to a small hill at a slightly higher point. Looking down from the top of the mountain, it was covered with silver snakes, and the mountains were covered with ice for thousands of miles. From the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, there were endless ice and snow. The ice crystals of thousands of trees were like dazzling ice flowers, blooming on the snowy ridges of thousands of mountains, laying out a vast and pure land of icy and jade.

On this beautiful land, not far away, there was a team of thousands of people fumbled towards them, but they stopped halfway through the journey. Their purpose was very obvious, to prevent themselves from sneak attacking the rear army.

"Cousin, let's fight the thieves in the north first. There are fewer people there, which is relatively easier!" Ma Fengyi stood beside Qin Yiming, with her bow and arrow and quiver on her back.

"Miss Ma is right. It's easy to start and then difficult. Let's fight the north first!" Zuo Menggeng nodded, with a long sword on his waist and many quiver pots on his back, and it looked like there were hundreds of arrows.

Qin Yiming looked at the valley of the Baihe River. The north and south ends of the valley began to attack, and the offensive in the south was obviously much stronger.

"No, let's harass the Zhang thief headquarters in the south first, so that it can relieve some pressure on the Ming army in the Baihe Valley, let the spies find ways to touch the Baihe Valley, and tell the Ming army inside that our vanguard has arrived and the large army will arrive soon, so that they can support it!" Qin Yiming ordered.

"Yes, General!"

Qin Yiming glanced at the battlefield, smiled contemptuously, and said, "Haha, Zhang thought we were few and thought these five thousand thieves could block us. Brothers, let them know how powerful we are. The army slid to the thieves' hundred steps to form a gun formation!"

Qin Yiming quickly took a group of people and dived like a pack of wolves. They quickly slid to the vicinity of the thieves. Because the thieves were struggling to walk, they could only uneasyly hold swords and guns and look around.

"Brothers, rush and kill all these damn soldiers!" A little leader shouted, and the people in front began to run towards Qin Yiming's people, splashing snowflakes and flying all over the sky. Many people accidentally fell on the snow. It was difficult to walk steadily with such a thick snow, let alone running.

Qin Yiming looked at those ignorant people, running towards his gun array with difficulty, and the time was very slow.

"Prepare for gun volley!"

The musketeers in the front row began to take off the sub-guns strung on their chests. The letter gun was separated from the sub-gun and the mother gun. Each musketeer was equipped with six sub-guns, which were strung together on their chests. There was a big gourd around their waists, all of which were all **. The operation of the sub-guns was very simple. Put it in the sub-guns, then pour a little ** into the pot, and then aim at and fire. Behind the musketeers were auxiliary soldiers. These auxiliary soldiers carried wooden barrels equipped with **, and were responsible for filling the ** and lead bullets in the sub-guns.

Everyone started to get busy, everything was ready, just waiting for Qin Yiming to give the order.

Qin Yiming looked at the group of people calmly and was staggering towards his gun.

"Eighty steps!"

"seventy!"

"sixty!"

"Fifty steps, beat the drum, open fire!" Qin Yiming shouted loudly, and the war drum behind him was beaten.

Bang bang bang bang.

**The sound of the explosion ran through the sky, and wisps of black smoke spread out. The dense rows of lead bombs flew out, some penetrated into the snow, and some penetrated into the thief's body.

At a distance of fifty steps, the accuracy of the mother-child gun is still OK. This row of lead bullets instantly knocked over hundreds of people in front of them. Some people's eyes were knocked out, and their entire heads were instantly filled with red blood. Some people were shot in their chests, and blood flowed slowly, and then fell down.

A white earth instantly added some different colors.

Bang bang bang

After six rounds, there were no thieves who could stand up within a hundred steps, and the thieves who could stand apart a hundred steps also collapsed. They began to flee to Zhang Xianzhong's rear army.

"Free shooting, expand the results of the battle!" Qin Yiming ordered.

"Kill!" The musketeers slid under their feet and filled in their hands with sub-guns. When they felt the shooting distance, they would stop and fill in the fire and shoot.

The musketeers were not very fast, but the thieves fled even slower. This was just one-sided pursuit. The thieves who fled desperately could only fall in the pool of blood stained with snow.

"There are actually not many of these thieves who died, only about one thousand, but they died faster by escaping!" Zuo Menggeng looked at the battlefield and sighed.

Qin Yiming suddenly turned his head and smiled, "Young Master Zuo, you knew that no matter what unit, there was a collapse rate!"

"Crash...Rate? What is it?" Ma Fengyi said curiously.

"The collapse rate is not something, it means that how many casualties a unit will cause the army to move irrationally. The lower the collapse rate, the weaker the combat effectiveness. The bandit troops in front of them will collapse and escape after thousands of deaths. In fact, it is already very powerful. I am afraid that many of our Ming teams will not be as good as them!" Qin Yiming sighed.

The collapse rate is a rough assessment of the combat effectiveness of an army, especially in the era of cold weapons, because war is ultimately a competition between people and a competition of will. If an army of ten thousand people collapses after 500 deaths, then the combat effectiveness of this army is too weak.

There are not many such weak combat power troops. In the late Ming Dynasty, many Ming army's collapse rate did not reach this value, and they simply surrendered as soon as they saw people.

The thieves such as Zhang Xianzhong, Li Zicheng and others were able to defeat the Ming army in the end. In fact, there was a great relationship with the collapse rate. Of course, it was also because of the thieves' own tyrannical ability, so that they could fight the war of attrition, but the court could not afford it.

Qin Yiming looked at the one-sided massacre in front of him, and when he thought of this, he was also worried. Although he was a later generation, did he have the ability to change everything? His mistake might have been accumulated for many years. However, those thieves were different. They raised their arms and shouted, and thousands of people followed him!

"Cousin, Zhang Zhei's main force is coming out. Come and sing the drum to retreat!" Ma Fengyi shouted anxiously. This shout pulled Qin Yiming back.

At the exit of the Baihe Valley in the distance, Zhang Xianzhong's troops indeed had a large group of troops emerging. It seemed to be as many as 20,000. They did not unite the troops, but divided into three groups and approached Qin Yiming's side.

"Ring the drum, let the musketeers come back!" Qin Yiming ordered, and then the war drums rang out. The musketeers who were chasing out heard the drum sound and quickly returned to Qin Yiming's side to gather.

"What are they doing? Are they going to come over to die again?" Zuo Menggeng said in surprise.

After all, Ma Fengyi was a person who had been on the battlefield. She could tell at a glance, "It's not that simple. Look at their middle lane, the front row is a sword and shield hand holding rattan cards, the middle is a bow and arrow, and the back is a sword and gun. They are prepared."

Qin Yiming nodded and said, "Haha, they want to use the middle lane to drag us and then surround us with the two wings. This is a very traditional combat method and it works very well!"

Zuo Menggeng looked at it and it turned out that way. Those people slowly approached, and the rattan cards stood in front. He was quite surprised that the thief was able to form such a team in a short time. This was enough to face Zhang Xianzhong's army's combat power!

"What should we do? Should we let them join us?"
Chapter completed!