"Duke, the Tatars have sent troops."

Zheng Zhilong was sleeping soundly in the night. After being awakened, his head was confused for a moment. Did the Tartars send troops? What big deal can the Tartars send troops?

As for the current situation in Qingzhou City, if it were him, he would have sent troops.

Gan Hui glanced at Zheng Zhilong, who was still a little confused, and was a little amused. Maybe he didn't say it clearly, "Duke, the Tartars were attacking from both north and south, and their plans must be quite large. Finally, they thought they were going to escape-"

"No matter how big or small he wants, just send someone to block them back."

This is Zheng Zhilong's philosophy. In a sense, his sensitivity to war is really limited. In other words, Zheng Zhilong's capital is too strong and his strategic advantage is too huge.

The Zheng army outside had already begun to assemble, and torches lit up, illuminating the entire Zheng army camp in the east of the city as bright as day.

"Father, why not ask someone to attack the East Gate? If the Tartars did not intend to break through, there would be a large army to resist the East Gate. If they really wanted to break through and leave, the East Gate would be vulnerable!"

When Zheng Zhilong got up and walked out of the tent, Zheng Sen arrived in full dress. He was wearing a handsome Mingguang armor and looked very dazzling.

Although this thing cannot be more protective than the European Knight Plate Armor, it is more flexible. Moreover, it is enough to prevent cold arrows and arrows. As for guns, cannons, Knight Plate Armor is also unavailable. Since this is the case, why do you have to be innovative?

"This is a good idea." Zheng Zhilong slapped his hand and immediately shouted: "Li Wu. Take your troops to attack me back to the East Gate."

Zheng Sen's proposal was a good idea, and Zheng Zhilong immediately adopted it.

But before the bald army was carrying the long ladder toward Qingzhou City, dense gunfire and shouts of killing sounds were heard at the three gates in the north and south.

"Master, the Tartars are going to run..." A fast cavalry rushed straight into the camp.

...

At the moment, Liu Zeqing has to sacrifice his might.

He first selected a group of elite soldiers and asked them to wait on the city wall. When the Zheng army's attention was attracted by the open city gate, he quietly emerged from the city. Then he divided it into two routes, one attacking the fortress from the side, and the other quietly approaching the sentry camp.

Their task is to distract the attention of the Bingbao in front of the gate and prevent the rapid reinforcement of the Bingbao soldiers to the city gate.

The north of the city was where Liu Zeqing personally took charge, because this was the main direction for the Qing army to break through, and the breakthrough direction selected by Haoge for the Eight Banners soldiers.

The soldiers who quietly went out of the city were either the Bayala soldiers among the Eight Banners soldiers or the elite soldiers under Liu Zeqing. Under the leadership of Ai Xing'a, more than 200 people were wearing black and gray outer covers on their bodies and rushed straight between the Sentinel Village and the Fortress.

Ai Xing A is Tazhan's son, and his identity is not mentioned. Even those Bayala soldiers can be shocked, so there is no need to mention Liu Zeqing's servants.

At this time, gunfire sounded out of the North Gate, and the Zheng army in several forts were shooting out, and the Zheng army in the sentry camp behind them were already on torches and rushed towards the North Gate like a long dragon.

The two teams were colliding, and a harsh horn sounded in front of the Zheng army immediately. The entire queue stopped.

Ai Xinga pulled out his waist knife and shouted at Liu Xin, led by Liu Jun, and said, "You, lead the troops forward immediately, rush forward..."

Using Han people as their own flesh shield, this trick is easy to use.

What could Liu Xin say? He couldn't say anything. He could only receive the military order in a muffled voice. The man rushed back to the team and shouted, "Brothers, come with me. A Zheng Jun head is fifty taels of silver, and white silver is waiting for us."

These Liu Jun soldiers also knew their role clearly, but before they left the battle, they had already received the 20 taels of snowflake silver reward quota issued by Liu Zeqing, and the promise of 20 taels of snowflake silver after the war. Now they heard the words of a fifty taels of silver at the head, and they all lost their hearts and were all fascinated by the silver.

Although he knew that Zheng Jun was famous for his sharp guns, he thought that it was darkness now and that Zheng Jun, not far ahead, was still rectifying his formation, and each of them had even more courage. With a shout, they rushed towards the opposite side.

Although it was dark night, Yuan Dahong could see clearly that there were about two or three hundred Qing soldiers coming from the opposite side. The Han people rushed in front, and they could clearly distinguish them from the accent and their shouts. As for whether they were still following the real Tartars, he didn't know. He only looked at the people in front, all of whom were burly and their iron armor was shining from time to time in the night, so they were all elite soldiers.

At the front, all the servants of Liu Zeqing were wearing double-layer armored clothes, holding heavy shields in their hands, and shouting loudly.

Behind them or on the left, there were dozens of archers in the army wearing light armor. Then there were a group of black soldiers holding weapons, and finally the Bayala soldiers. But the latter no longer needed to stand against lightning rods, and the appearance was not so dazzling.

Yuan Dahong was also a person who had fought the war. After a glance, he could tell that the intention of this Qing army was not to defeat him, but to pester him and delay his reinforcements to the military fort. Because he had seen the roar of guns and cannons on the front line, it was clear that there were a large group of Qing soldiers walking out along the city wall.

"Everyone is ready!" He stared at the Qing soldiers opposite him, secretly estimating the distance. After the Qing soldiers entered the distance of fifty steps, he immediately ordered the musketeers who had already lined around him to shoot.

The soldiers of Liu Jun were not blind, and of course they knew that they had been pointed at by the black muzzle. The torch on the opposite side was clearly hit, and the musket was set up.

If it were other Ming troops, these people would not hesitate at all. Keep going forward!

At the end of the Ming Dynasty, the firearms in the hands of the Ming army had a poor quality. Needless to mention the three-eyed gun, just talk about the bird gun. Although the firearms had a long range, they had little power. They could not break the two layers of heavy armor they were wearing without a 50 step.

If the quality of all kinds of firearms was not really bad, the Tartars would have died long ago in the Ming and Qing Wars.

But the enemy on the other side was Zheng Jun, the Zheng Jun, who was famous for his sharp guns and cannons. Even if they were confused by the money, they were a little timid now.

Zheng Jun's gun could easily penetrate the double heavy armor and the shield they were wearing at a distance of 40 or 50 steps.

Ai Xing's scolding sounded immediately from behind. Liu Xin looked through the crowd and looked at the muzzle opposite him with numbness, but he still raised his arms and shouted: "We have been blessed with the Grand Marshal for many years. Today, the time is for the Grand Marshal to serve him. Brothers, come with me..."

Finally, it pushed the somewhat shaken morale back to the top.

Although Liu Jun unconsciously dispersed the team a little while attacking to reduce the attack of Zheng Jun’s muskets.

In the blink of an eye, the Qing soldiers rushed forty steps, but Yuan Dahong still did not order the fire. He had already tried it. With the strong bow and heavy arrows of the Qing army, it was difficult to threaten the armored musketeers in the front line at a distance of forty steps, because they were also wearing double armored clothes.

The cotton armor outside and the iron armor inside.

The Qing army's strong bows and heavy arrows had to stay within at least thirty steps before they could pose a fatal threat to them.

And it mostly runs straight to the head, neck and face with weak protection.

By the same token, if they want to maintain the maximum lethality of the gun, they must also let them attack recently. This is a great test for the soldiers' psychological endurance, which is because they are veterans of Xiao Yuanying and have undergone strict training to achieve this.

Yuan Dahong saw the soldiers rolling in, but he was tense, but he did not order the fire for a long time. All the soldiers around him were worried, and the musketeers in the front row wanted to bite his lips and bleeding.

If Yuan Dahong does this, they will bear the increased danger.

But they could only lower their heads tightly and allow the arrows fired from the opposite side to land on themselves.

This is also the most important factor in the first-class musketeers who have made their first level in each battle.

Finally, when the Qing soldiers rushed past thirty steps, Yuan Dahong waved his hand, and the harsh trumpet sounded through the sky and reached everyone's ears.

The first row of officers standing on the right pointed at the front of the long sword, and used all their strength to suck, shouting at the top of their lungs: "Shoot!"

The deafening muskets sounded.

A row of scorching flames flashed in front of the front, and thick smoke rose at the same time.

With the loud muskets, the Qing soldiers rushing in front immediately fell down. Even if they were intentionally dispersed, they rushed too close and the crowds were unconsciously dense, and thirty or forty people were knocked to the ground.

Not to mention those light armored archers, even those servants wearing two layers of armored robes, a bunch of blood mist appeared on their bodies, and they shouted and rolled to the ground.

If the projectile does not encounter resistance and passes straight through the body, the smallest and lightest in the damage. But if it is blocked by something, the destruction will suddenly rise by more than one step.

Ball-shaped lead bullets change their shape during the process of penetrating the armor, which will naturally change their trajectory.

There is a blood hole as big as a finger at the entrance, but a blood hole as big as a bowl can pop out in the vest. Lead bounces into the body, and all the internal organs inside are already being deformed and all the lead bounces are stirred up. Such injuries are even if the gods come.

Some of them are lucky. The lead bullet penetrates the shield and hits the most powerful part of the iron armor. The double armor coat cannot be penetrated, but the powerful impact force of the projectile will also damage the bones and internal organs inside them.

This is just like a heavy armored infantry cannot withstand heavy blows of blunt weapons. The blunt weapon naturally cannot break through the heavy armor, but it can shake people inside through the armor.

They either fell to the ground and could not move, or vomited blood and waited for death one by one.

Yuan Dahong saw a man who was leading the charge. The big knife in his right hand had fallen, and the heavy shield in his left hand was also thrown down. He covered his chest with both hands, and was constantly bleeding. He walked forward unconsciously, stumbled, his face full of confusion, as if he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.

"bomb--"

There was another loud shout in the army, and dozens of grenades were thrown out.

The explosion completely annihilated the group of Qing soldiers in front.
Chapter completed!