The battlefield was silent.

Whether it was the Volunteer Camp or the Qing army opposite, everyone was silent when they saw dozens of large vest soldiers falling down like wheat fields blown by the strong wind.

Countless blood arrows spurted out from the vest soldiers from the bodies of the war horses, and many people could not even scream, and then sank into permanent darkness.

...

"ah……"

After a second of the stop, the world came back to life.

A shrill scream sounded, and the sudden blow made the other vest soldiers chaotic, and the entire team was smashed to pieces.

"Bang bang bang..."

However, the Ming army made even worse. Hundreds of bird guns fired in 20 or 30 steps, and in a flash, the remaining vest soldiers were completely cleared.

Dekezik was dead and could not die anymore. Hundreds of vest soldiers were all out of the way. However, some of the slow-moving stairs still survived, and there were thirty or fifty lucky coat slaves. No one dared to charge forward anymore. Even the stairs wearing two layers of cotton armor turned around and ran away.

Wang De opened his mouth wide, and the sharp sound in his ear made him unable to hear the panic howling around him. He looked at the armored soldiers who were struggling in a pool of blood a step away. The man suddenly fell to the ground in front of him, and fell to the ground with a thump, and then struggled and screamed, and only then dared to raise his head.

"Is it Dachun?" But it was someone Wang De knew, and one of them was divided into Shiku (Xiaoqi School, under Niu Lu Zhangjing).

There is such a arrogant person on weekdays. Wang De has seen him kill his servant with a whip. However, Dachun, who was arrogant in the past, is now bleeding from his mouth and nose, and is so weak.

Wang De was very unhappy, but soon his face turned right. He thought of a question: How should he run back? Should he just run back empty-handed? Or...

How to choose the answer is self-evident. Wang De looked at Dachun and said in his heart: You are lucky.

In the Qing army array, Haoge opened his mouth wide and couldn't speak for a long time. The Ming army guns and cannons on the opposite side were too sharp! The feeling was completely different from the previous Ming army.

The cavalry was still standing upright and neatly, without shooting randomly. Is there something wrong with his eyes when he was about to reach twenty or thirty steps?

You should know that in the past, when the field was in a field, someone could shoot at a distance of 100 steps, and when the Ming army was seventy or eighty steps, they would definitely shoot. Therefore, when the Qing army rushed to forty or fifty steps, it would be very safe. They could stop the horse and take out the bow and arrow. As long as a few waves of arrows were fired, the Ming army's musketeers would be in chaos.

At that time, if the Eight Banners soldiers attacked again, they would be invincible.

But now, the musketeers of the Ming army opposite could be so strict, with artillery + musket... Haoge hesitated.

This requires troops to attack and kill, without shield chariots, no artillery, and not even a few Mongolian and Han army and Baoyi slaves. How many people need to be filled in?

Looking around, Haogehuan saw that except for the two red flags, the main force was his Zhenglan flag's men. He was reluctant to waste it!

Even if the Ming army in Matsuyama escaped, he would not be willing to use his troops to fight guns and cannons to the death.

Behind the volunteer camp, Zu Dale, Jiang Zhu and Yao Xun, who had been facing a great enemy, were already filled with joy.

"No wonder Zheng Zheng did such a big thing in just three or two months after going north to Liaohai. If there are elite soldiers like this, why fear the Tartars and why fear the Tartars?" Jiang Zhu shouted in a jump.

They are all those who lead the troops. How could they not see the differences that Haoge can see?

Even the scattered soldiers who were nervously organized by Zhang Dou and others also shouted excitedly at this time. "Wan Sheng, Wan Sheng..." The gratitude for Zheng Jun was already Gao Zhi in his heart, and they were getting higher in a blink of an eye.

Zheng Sen did not relax at all, and the volunteer camp did not cheer, but quickly loaded ammunition and continued to wait for the Qing army opposite.

When did the Ming army all board the ship? That was the time for him to relax his nerves.

In the Qing army array, Niu Lu Zhangjing, wearing heavy armor, patted Wang De's shoulders, and smiled heavily: "What a loyal slave who protects the master, if Dachun can save his life, it will be your credit."

Wang De looked flattered, and he hurriedly knelt on the ground, regardless of the wound on his head, kowtowed and said, "I dare not be a slave, this is what a slave should do."

Niu Lu Zhangjing was even more satisfied with him, "Get up. You are a good slave, a loyal slave. I have me remembered you, Wang De." He grabbed Wang De, who was kneeling on the ground and didn't dare to move, and lifted the people up. "Go and get all the Ahas together. When I go back alive, I will support you."

Their "defeated soldiers" don't need to worry about going to the battle formation anymore. However, the surviving coats may be promoted to be scapegoats again. The premise is that Haoge will continue to fight.

But until now, can Haoge continue to fight?

The previous hundred and ten vest soldiers were swept away by the guns and cannons on the opposite side. They were scattered in their queues, but if three or five hundred cavalry charge, the dozen or more cannons fired together, and hundreds of bird guns fired together, would it be possible to put the three or five hundred cavalry together?

No matter how unwilling Haoge was, the current situation was that the Qing army was worried.

"Prince Su..." Luo Tuo beat the horse and Haoge. Neither of them spoke, but when they looked at each other, they understood in their hearts. They all wanted to fight again!

One was the commander of the Qing army in Songshan, and the other was the commander of the Qing army in the eastern front. The Ming army in Songshan collapsed and the two were guilty of being unclear. How could they not work hard at this time?

"With horses, hundreds of horses rush over together, they can't help but shoot. I followed my Eight Banners Warriors..." Luo Tuo came up with an excellent idea.

Haoge applauded.

Soon, hundreds of strong horses were gathered together by the Qing army.

Zheng Sen tightened the sword in his hand and said to Li Wu, who had already returned to the team: "Go to the back team quickly and ask them if there are still people in the suicide squad."

They were not fools. The Qing army gathered so many horses in front of the team, and what they wanted to do was beyond words.

"Anangang..." A group of strong horses roared high, and then turned into a tide under the drive of several vest soldiers and rushed towards the volunteer camp.

"Let it go!" A hundred steps away, the gunshots from the Volunteer Camp came loudly.

The war horses fell to the ground one by one, or ran around wildly when injured, which greatly disrupted the formation and speed of the horse herd. Of course, many horses rushed forward even more frantically when injured.

"Boom boom boom..." More than a dozen cannons fired. When lead-bomb iron balls burst out, they were like big nets scattered by fishermen, completely covering the rolling 'torrent' that were running near.

For a moment, there were the whine of war horses everywhere in front of the battle formation. The entire herd of horses could no longer be restrained, and good horses ran around.

And it was during this gap that hundreds of eight banner horses mixed with the remaining war horses continued to pounce violently.

"bomb……"

A harsh suona sound rang out in the half-moon formation, and grenades were thrown out. The distance was from far to near. After all, they were not professional bomb droppers, either only three or five feet away, or five or seven feet away.

However, compared with guns and cannons, this batch of grenades is obviously faster to fire.

The latter does not need to aim at the target or save ammunition. Everyone's first task is to ignite the leads in front of them and then throw them forward.

Jiang Hu swallowed and waved his hands at the dozens of suicide squad members standing in front of him. They seemed to have no need to go to the death.

"Heroes see the same thing, but heroes see the same thing. This grenade has great potential!"
Chapter completed!