Zhang Tongchang was connected with the 300 personal soldiers, and everyone looked solemn. From the sound of horse hooves like thunder, they quickly determined that the Qing army had at least three thousand elite cavalry!

There were less than 300 of them, and after another night of raid, they were very tired. However, at this moment, they had no choice but to work hard and face it bravely!

When the Qing army got closer, Zhang Tongchang pulled out a horizontal knife from his waist and shouted in a deep voice: "Prepare to respond to the enemy!"

Three hundred cavalrymen shouted in unison: "Aweiwei!"

After the thunderous shout, everyone was excited. Then, they pulled out their waist knife in one go, and just waited for the pursuit to approach, and then stepped forward. This was a tragic and dying army. He knew that the strength of the enemy and us was very different, but he still refused to look back!

When the Qing army reached the narrow hillside and had not yet established its foothold, Zhang Tongchang immediately waved his sword and spear with three hundred personal soldiers, and rushed down with an indomitable momentum.

"Everyone, let me kill you!"

"kill!"

The two men and horses quickly collided and fought each other. The war horses neighed, the swords flashed, and the screams of yelling and killing were endless.?                                                                                                         

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Zhang Tongchang took the lead, no one could stop him, rushed into the Qing army group, slashing and slashing, and in a blink of an eye, three or four Qing soldiers were killed. The Qing soldiers were so brave that they rushed down the hillside. Everyone was brave and defeated the Qing army's vanguard in almost an instant!

Li Chengdong, who was in the central army, was shocked by the scene and couldn't help but shout, "How is that possible!" He was a little unbelievable at the sudden courage of the defeated soldiers.

Fortunately, he was also a veteran who had been on the battlefield for a long time. After a moment of shock, he regained his calmness. He waved the flag and the drum beats in the formation again. After a while, another larger number of elite cavalry rushed up the hillside.

After a while, Zhang Tongchang took the remaining two hundred cavalrymen and gasped for a while, he saw hundreds of cavalrymen forming battle formations and squaring dense formations. When he rushed up again, he was covered in scars and deep fatigue, and shouted again: "I am dead and the Ming Dynasty! You guys, let me kill!" After that, he raised the bloody horizontal knife in his hand and rushed forward first.

More than two hundred brave Ming knights shouted in unison and fought again. The two iron streams collided again without hesitation.

The waist knife flickered, and blood light flew up!

It was hard to tell whether it was the enemy. In an instant, dozens of people had already flew out of the horse screaming. As the war horses moved and stomped, they turned into meat paste in a blink of an eye.?

Both armies were red in their eyes, and many cavalrymen squeezed together, and they worked hard to slash the waist knife in their hands towards each other!

On this small battlefield, there are the sound of horse hooves everywhere, the muffled sound of people falling, and the involuntary screams when they are slashed or poked by swords and guns.

Although the number of Qing soldiers was large, fortunately, the hillside was relatively narrow and the three thousand cavalry could not be used, so they could only be sent to them one by one. The Ming soldiers fought to the death, slashed the spear and stabbed the sword and did not retreat. For a moment, the sound of killing in the shadow of the sword and the spear was shocked.

A Qing cavalry General Qian held a large iron spear in his hand and slashed several Ming soldiers. He was extremely ferocious. Seeing this, Zhang Tongchang on the battlefield immediately threw the horizontal sword that had rolled up, grabbed a long sword from a Qing soldier, shouted loudly, and rushed to the front of the Qing general. The Qing army General Qian changed his face suddenly, but he was not panicked. He held the large iron spear and stabbed hard in the direction where Zhang Tongchang was rushing.

Zhang Tongchang flew sideways, avoiding the sting of the long spear, then raised his sword and slashed the Qing army's Qianmai down with one sword, killed his guards, and rushed back to the army formation. After returning, it was like entering a no-man's land. Seeing that he was so brave, the Qing army was shocked. The Ming army, who was fighting hard, cheered and cheered, and was greatly energetic.

However, although the Ming army was not afraid of death and was ready to die, the number of people was too small. After a while, they finally could not resist the tide of the Qing cavalry that was coming like a tide. They gradually showed signs of defeat, and the warriors covered in blood were chopped to the ground.

In front of the hillside, the Qing army in the brigade looked for the field path and slowly bypassed from both sides, forming an encirclement on all sides. The remaining more than 100 Ming soldiers were unmoved to see this and still fought hard, but no one retreated to break through.

After a while, the remaining more than 100 Ming army warriors were also lost one after another. Only twenty cavalry were left in the Qing army's encirclement. The armor was dirty and messy, and they all gasped. A few of the arrows on their bodies had not been pulled out, and the blood dripped down their bodies, making a sound, dyeing the yellow earth on the ground red.

Zhang Tongchang used the fierce battle to look up at the sky. Seeing that the sunset had already set, the earth gradually turned into darkness, and a trace of joy appeared on his face, splashed with blood. Through their desperate obstacles and fighting, he finally successfully held the Iron Cavalry of the Qing army and won more than two hours of buffering for the teacher's evacuation.

"It's getting dark now, so the Tartars shouldn't be able to catch up, right?" He couldn't help but think in his heart. Suddenly, he was stunned for a moment, frowned, and wanted to say something, but he felt a little helpless. He couldn't help looking at his chest. A spear was inserted on the bloody breastplate. On the other side of the spear was a ferocious Qing soldier.

He was angry, and he plucked up his remaining energy. He used all his life's greatest strength to pull out the spear in his chest and then sent it into the enemy's chest. After the blow, his strength disappeared like a reservoir with a gate, and almost instantly disappeared. The long sword fell to the ground, his body became weak, and he also fell off his horse.

Lying on the ground, he heard the remaining soldiers roaring desperately. The sound from far to near, from near to far, faint and endless. The sound of shouting, horse hooves, and weapons colliding, gradually, all the sounds quietly faded away.

He turned over with difficulty and looked up at the darkening sky. At the moment when his consciousness was about to disappear, he was relieved and regretful: "What a pity, I can't see the day when the Emperor Ming Zhongxing is reviving."

After a while, the dozen or so Ming soldiers remaining in the encirclement also felt exhausted and could no longer lift the nearly ten-pound horizontal sword. The horses sat down and sprayed blood one by one, and they all lost their hooves. After a while, they lost their breath. Knowing that the last moment had come, the remaining Ming soldiers stopped fighting, stopped fighting, looked at each other, and smeared the horizontal swords to their necks calmly...

Li Chengdong stood on the messy battlefield with his face turned pale. He did not expect that a scholar led three hundred remaining soldiers could explode such powerful combat power, and he did not expect that there were so many bloody men among the Han people under the tide of changing dynasties.
Chapter completed!