The man called the horse neighing, and Turge could hear the neighing sounds of the horses being disturbed from time to time in his ears, as well as the rider's yell. The sound of gunfire sounded at the small Zhengjun camp, crossing several miles apart, affecting his horse army.

Turger held the monocular lens without any wavering at all. His eyes were always staring at the front line.

Seeing how the flesh shield fell in front of him, watching a large number of Qing army shield soldiers being knocked down by bullets, the shields he specially reinforced seemed to have no effect at all. Looking at the large number of Qing soldiers, they lined up sparse formations and rushed forward frantically. Then they fell down in the neat platoons and the sound of cannons of Zheng army.

He silently calculated the density of the cannon sound in his heart. It was hateful. The gunfire sounds that reached his ears were still not messy. Turge's confined teeth were about to bite and bleeding from his mouth.

"Stay!" Hulibu yelled at the panic fluctuations of the soldiers beside him.

The hateful Nikan relied on his sharp guns and cannons to kill many warriors in the Qing Dynasty? If he had used swords and guns to fight, he believed that he had been torn apart by Nikan on the opposite side.

Rows of warriors were knocked down by Nikan with guns, and Hulibu had seen this scene. It was like this when the Ming army was in the Songjin battlefield.

But they did not have the current Nikan speed, nor did they have the current Nikan stab at shooting.

The Ming army's musketeers were as long as the arrows fell to the top of their heads and would not wait for the Qing soldiers to rush forward, they would be in chaos first.

But the Nikan Gunners in front of them were able to shoot volleys one by one with their arrows. They had small cannons with great lethality. They also had grenades one by one, which made the Eight Banners Warriors unable to rush forward at all.

Those tiger squat cannons are particularly hateful. Once shot, hundreds or thousands of lead bullets will burst out, and countless blood mist will explode on the corpses on the ground immediately. The Qing army's array will also spray out blood mist. I wonder how many Eight Banners warriors will fall to the ground in various postures at the same time, causing his body to be filled with irresistible howls...

As he had no choice but to go down, Hu Libu threw down the unblocked shield in his hand and lifted up a Qing army corpse to cover his body. However, even so, Hu Libu did not dare to retreat because Turg had not yet called the gold to withdraw his troops.

The big flag of the Being Yintu dared not withdraw. In ancient times, when the army was fighting, the big flag was the most important. If the big flag fell, it would mean the collapse of the command system and its impact on the morale of the army was unspeakable.

Now this erect flag has become the best target for the defending Red Barbarian cannons. Although the Zheng army's cannons are small, it cannot stop the bombardment of one shell after another.

Another iron ball roared and broke. The crackling bones were broken, and the few Bayala soldiers in front of Bai Yintu were smashed to the point of blood fog, and their broken arms and limbs flew up.

The people who worship Yintu dare not stand under the banner anymore.

Hong Peng slowly let out a breath, trying to calm down and put the little man as big as a thumb in front of him into the sight. This is a big fish, just look at the surroundings, just like stars holding the moon, you can know.

"Bang!" A gunshot was heard.

The target in the distance turned over and fell off the horse, and the surroundings were in chaos. Baiyintu was shot on the shoulder and hit the ground even more touched the wound, causing him to sweat coldly.

The wound cannot be seen clearly when the armor is exposed, but it does not seem to be fatal.

"Master, this battle cannot be fought anymore, please retreat quickly..." A slave said to Baiyintu.

"Yes, retreat quickly. This battle cannot be fought..."

The latter clenched his teeth and sweated down. But the word "ret" is really difficult to express.

Ilden's face was full of shock. He was also a powerful general in the Tartars. During the Songjin Battle, he jumped into the formation and attacked from a distance. He was defeated several times and fought with horses three times. Among the more than a dozen sons of Niuhulu Eyidu (one of the five ministers of Lao Nu), the person who is now second only to Turg. But now seeing the war in front of him also made him feel powerless.

If you can't fight back just by being beaten, you really can't fight this battle. "Brother!" Ilden shouted. If you continue this battle, it will be a waste of the lives of the Eight Banners Warriors.

Zhou Yi came out of the main camp with less than a hundred horses. They had already changed into iron armor. He could not see the friendly war between the new village in front of him, but just listening to the neat volley of guns, he felt very safe.

If the gun can still be fired, it proves that the new village is safe and stable.

On the watchtower, Zheng Zhilong's people had already gone down, and only Shen Nanguang was still there. He held up a telescope and looked at the battlefield in front of Xinzhai, laughing: "Okay, beat hard, beat hard, kill these beasts."

"The soldiers suffered too much loss, too fast." Turge also saw the situation of the Qing army siege. The war reports kept coming, and from time to time, XX Niulu Zhang Jing was injured and XX was killed. Turge was also heartbroken.

Zheng Jun is really sharp in guns and cannons, and the guns and cannons are so fast.

"Brother," Ilden said anxiously: "Our army's temptation has come true. The Zheng army's guns and cannons are sharp. We have suffered too much loss when we fight hard with them. It's better to wait until night. Taking advantage of the low camp, we will rush to the night..."

The blue color on Turg's face was a little relieved. Although he knew that Ildon's words were just comforting himself, the night battle was indeed better than now: "Get out the troops and let Baiyintu and the others come back."

At this moment, he truly understood the pain of Tulai and Duoduo at the beginning. The sharpness of Zheng army guns and cannons was too predictable. The military training was also very good. The arrows fell on the top of his head, and he could still maintain rows of volleys.

Are those soldiers trained by fools?

Such guns and artillery soldiers are still guarding the city and cannot control them if they have to transfer countless red cannons?

Seeing the soldiers dispersed like a tide, the Xinzhai cheered, and Zhou Yi's eyes lit up, "Brothers, it's time for us to make achievements, kill me..." There was not much chance of beating the dog in the water. As he said that, he grabbed the horse's belly and sat down and rushed forward like an arrow. The people behind him followed one after another.

The Tartars never expected that Zheng Zhilong would dare to use the little cavalry in his hand to fight back. The Eight Banners soldiers who were only concerned about retreating, and when they heard the sound of horse hooves behind them, they thought they were their own people.

Zhou Yi and the others took advantage of it.

The latter was not greedy for too much. He bit off a piece of meat and turned around and left, which naturally did not cause much harm to the Qing army. However, everyone on the saddle of the cavalry who returned victoriously had a series of heads hanging from Xinzhai to Nanying, and then turned back to the main camp, which was very eye-catching. He swayed across the market along the way, shouting, but the effect was not too good. The soldiers of the army saw that they were all cheering like thunder, and they all had great fighting spirit!

"According to the order of the commander of the commander, the guards of Xinzhai fought bravely and made outstanding achievements. The guards were rewarded with a thousand taels of silver in the guards. The guards of the guards received a total of 500 heads and a reward of 25,000 taels of silver. The guards of the guards of the sheep and horse wall were divided into one level, and the rest were all given and distributed immediately!"

"According to the order of the commander of the commander, the guards of Xinzhai fought bravely and made outstanding achievements. The guards were rewarded with a thousand taels of silver in the guards. The guards of the guards received a total of 500 heads and a reward of 25,000 taels of silver. The guards of the guards of the sheep and horse wall were divided into one level, and the rest were all given and distributed immediately!"

...

After Zhou Yi and his friends walked around the city, a new task came immediately. Each of them had twenty-five taels of silver in their arms. Zheng Zhilong calculated that each of them had half a head, galloping in Nanying, between Xinzhai and the main camp, loudly preaching the rewards of the guards of Xinzhai.

Reward 25,000 taels of silver!

It was like seven shells exploding in the hearts of all the soldiers and soldiers. Everyone seemed to see boxes of silver dollars in front of them.

When the five boxes of silver dollars were pulled by two horses and rumbling past the front of the South Camp, Li Shixuan's red eyes were completely covered by envy, jealousy and hatred.

"The man surnamed Hong is really lucky. Such a situation will be put in our Nanying..."

He has grown to thirty years old in his life, and it is the first time he has seen so much silver. Thinking of the 1,000 taels of silver that Hong Xu has obtained and the boxes of silver dollars, he wished he was the one who fought before.

"Brother, the Tartars are coming to fight Nanying. Brother, I will go down to the Sheep and Horse Wall to supervise the battle. I will never let Zheng underestimate our Qingzhou children."

Li Shiyuan tightened his mouth and said nothing, because he was afraid that as soon as he opened his mouth, countless jealousy would spurt out of his throat.

"I can do it if I get on!" The emotion had completely dominated him.

There is also a watchtower in the southern camp. Li Shiyuan stood on the top of the tower and witnessed the entire process of the battle in Xinzhai with his own eyes, which was so fucking difficult!

Envy, jealousy and hatred are like twenty-five rats holding in his arms, scratching their hearts with all their claws.
Chapter completed!