The formation of the Eight Banners attacks gradually became clear from the thick fog. Fu Ruohai, the leader, rushed forward frantically, and sometimes he would stop and shout back at the people all over the mountains and fields behind him to muster up the courage to charge.

"I'm still an official!" The musketeers who had already pulled the trigger poked out of the trench and looked at Fu Ruohai, who was faintly inlaid with yellow armor in the mist, and the muzzle was unconsciously aimed at the Qing army's official.

Fu Ruohai raised his saber in the air without realizing it, and shouted in his mouth.

A pungent smoke rose from the trench, and the unique crisp sound of the muskets coiled in the air. The Eight Banners soldiers who rushed to the front fell down like cutting wheat. Fu Ruohai's figure was suffocated, and the nail armor on his chest had been broken by lead balls, and seven or eight lead balls were deeply embedded in the flesh.

"Kill!" I don't know if it was his thick armor or the rebirth of the scene, Fu Ruohai's long sword did not fall, but still stood firmly on his wrist, and his steps under his feet became faster.

Some of the frightened Eight Banners Green Camp soldiers fell down, and some crawled on the ground quickly. They were very jealous of such weapons that you could not beat him but could kill you a hundred meters away. Soon, they were inspired by Furuohai in the front, and they were not afraid of death. What else could the soldiers say? After a brief hesitation, several Eight Banners soldiers stood up and continued to charge with Furuohai. Then all the Eight Banners soldiers were unwilling to fall behind and continued to move towards the position without any chance. The Green Camp soldiers were scattered behind the team. A series of fire guns rang out. Countless people fell to the ground, but this time, Furuohai's injuries seemed to be heavier. His right arm was hit by a lead ball and almost couldn't be lifted up. His ferocious roar was still unstoppable: "Kill!"

"Kill!" The surviving Eight Banners soldiers stepped past their companions' bodies and responded loudly.

Mu Jianming narrowed his eyes slightly and watched as one of the Qing soldiers was getting closer and closer to the position. Fortunately, the number of Eight Banners soldiers was not large, and one-third of them had been lost under the continuous attack of muskets. The green camp soldiers behind them were entirely dependent on the courage of the Eight Banners soldiers. As long as the Eight Banners soldiers were defeated, it was inevitable to retreat.

"Wang Xin!" Mu Jianming was roaring.

"In!" A thin Ming soldier trotted over from the other end of the trench. The musket in his hand was very strange. The caliber was large and not as good as the traditional continuous fire musket. The gun barrel was extremely long and half a person tall.

"Go and kill that leader Qinggou General." Mu Jianming patted Wang Xin's shoulder, very confident in him.

"Okay!" Wang Xin humorously made a face at the commander. In Shenji Camp, a group of soldiers with excellent eyesight would be incorporated into Houyi's team. The number of people in this team is not large. So far, there are only seventeen people. Wang Xin is the captain of Houyi's team. His gun skills are extremely accurate. He is pointing to the east and hitting the east. He has always been a treasure of Mu Jianming's land.

Houyi's ground musket was carefully and specially designed. The fire rate was not high. It was even worse than the traditional land bore gun. However, its barrel was long and the barrel was also large. Its power and range were strengthened to varying degrees. After Wang Xin smiled, he lay solemnly on the trench. Ping held the musket and squinted his eyes and kept aiming at the location of Hairuotu. Hairuotu was only more than twenty meters away from the position. It was almost certain to kill him at such a close distance. However, he still carefully extended his hand outside the trench and felt the downwind. Then he retracted his hand and pulled it on the trigger.

"Bang..." The sound of a single long gun mixed with the roar of continuous fire guns was particularly loud. Wang Xin raised his head and began to observe his own battle results.

An Ruohai frantically directed his troops to charge. He had been hit by more than a dozen lead balls all over his body. Fortunately, the ground armor was thick enough. Although the lead balls were penetrated with the armor and embedded in the flesh, they only left a dozen or a half inches of wounds. The huge pain did not make him fall down. Instead, it angered the man of Manchuria. His eyes had turned into blood red. His fierce light looked at the minds emerging from the trenches dozens of feet away, and rows of ground gun barrels. He wished he could dance with a knife and cut off the heads of the landed dogs with the muskets in the trenches.

"Bang!" A crisp sound rang out. An Ruohai suddenly felt suffocated. A small blood hole in the middle of his eyebrows had appeared: "Kill!" He made his last shout. His pupils began to scatter. The saber hung weakly on the ground. Finally, his waist and knees softened and he collapsed on the ground.

"Bang bang bang..." The gunshots were heard in succession. The Eight Banners soldiers attacked from close range were already covered with bullet holes. The Furule of Haiti made the Eight Banners soldiers even more fierce. When they saw the general they beloved, the white mountains and black waters were poured out strong blood in their bodies. They danced wildly with their swords and let out a final roar. Countless people continued to rush into the position.

In sharp contrast to the Eight Banners soldiers, the Green Camp behind them. The Han people in these Han military camps have always been used to being bullied by Manchus and are treated the worst, not to mention loyalty and patriotic. Even if they are loyal, they are not loyal to the Manchus emperor, and they love the Qing Dynasty, which is not his love. It would be better to follow the Eight Banners soldiers. It would be a problem for anyone who wants to pay his life to do so.

A phenomenon that has happened before, but is still happening now, and is still repeatedly banned on the battlefields of the Ming and Qing Dynasties in the future has occurred. The brave Eight Banners soldiers frantically attacked the Ming army's positions. Behind them, the Green Camp soldiers who were neither wearing any armor and wearing only a thin coat turned around and ran away.

"Kill!" Dozens of chieftains and head men who received the orders waved the scabbard with cold rays on the tip of the knife as the Eight Banners soldiers rushed to the position.

The musketeers shrank their heads into the trench. The soldiers pulled out their swords and swung their spears and spears, crossed the trench like a flood, and launched a counter-charge against the Eight Banners soldiers who were on the position.

"Clang clang..." The sound of gold and iron clashing with close soldiers was played like a symphony orchestra, accompanied by endless wails and shrill screams. Blood splattered along the neck, chest, and wrists. The sword stabbed into the ribs, chopped off the head, smashed the skull...

There were not many Eight Banners soldiers who could rush to the position. In front of the more fierce and several times more camp soldiers, they were quickly surrounded and eroded. The Kani at the foot of the mountain jumped angrily. This was nearly half of the Guangxi army's yellow-clad flag soldiers. They filled in with incense, and didn't hear a sound.

Of course, he would not let the remaining Eight Banners soldiers take risks. Such a heavy victory was too unworthy. He was furious and decided to use these retreated green camp soldiers. In a short while, his personal soldiers had cut down five or six green camp soldiers' heads in succession, but the green camp soldiers' retreat was still unstoppable. Nikan even believed that if these timid green camp soldiers were angry, they would not turn back to capture the Ming army's position, and they would likely disrupt their own positions. Helplessly, he had to look at Zhao Fu with his helpless eyes.

Zhao Fu still has nearly 10,000 Guanning Army. In Kanni's eyes, the Guanning Army is naturally no match for the Eight Banners, but compared to this group of timid green camp soldiers, it is at least a hundred times more brave. Seeing that there are fewer and fewer Qing troops on the position, Kanni himself has no soldiers to use, so any airs are empty talk at this time.

Zhao Fu continued to hold his fists and looked at the battle situation coldly, and was indifferent to the reinforcements. Even if the group of surrounded Eight Banners soldiers on the position were wiped out, it had nothing to do with him. He knew in his heart that his current status was mainly due to the Guanning Army and he did not expect to be rewarded with the people. If Guanning Army was filled in the position, he might be able to break the Ming Army's position. The problem is that the Ming Army is not easy to mess with. If his own soldiers were filled in, they would kill 1,000 enemies and lose 800 of them. Even if he made great contributions and had no political capital, he would be nothing in the eyes of the court. Therefore, he would not do such a fighting method as using human lives to fill in the position.

"Admiral Zhao." Nikan looked at Zhao Fu almost pitifully and whispered, just to say something else for the sake of the party and the country.

"Um!" Zhao Fu hugged his chest, supported his chin with his right hand, and responded lukewarmly.

"Does Admiral Zhao want to sit in the mountains and watch the tiger fight?" Kanni was furious and blamed him angrily?

Zhao Fu smiled and shook his head: "Admiral Ni is so bad that he can't even break the position of the Eight Banners. How can Zhao's Guanning Army be their opponent?"

Nikan almost wanted to draw his sword and chop the sinister Han man first. He tried his best to suppress his anger, ignored the stabbing in Zhao Fu's words, and said, "A friendly army on the position is surrounded. If Admiral Zhao does not save him, the warriors of the Thousand Eight Banners will be dead. Think clearly for yourself, otherwise don't blame the Admiral for impeaching you for raising private soldiers and making ill-intentioned plans."

Zhao Fu laughed. The Guanning Army was originally a product independent of the Qing system. It was also the agreement between the King of Pingxi and the Qing Dynasty when he surrendered. The raising of private soldiers was agreed by the Manchu Emperor. Who would have been wondering: "Admiral Ni, you are not saying this. Yesterday I asked you to lead the Ming army away first and then set up an ambush and raid. In order to be greedy for merit, you insisted that the army turn around and think of a resurgence to let the Ming army notice, so that there is plenty of time.

Build a formation behind the mountain. Secondly, you are the admiral of Guangxi, I am the admiral of Guizhou, and you and I are the same title, but you are the monopoly of power. Before you make any preparations, you sent troops to attack the position. Now that the offensive is frustrated, you have to rely on me. Zhao does not impeach you to monopoly of power, and it is good to be greedy for merit and arrogant. Instead, you have to falsely accuse Zhao of rebellion. Haha, when in front of these three armies, Zhao wants to see how you Nikan defeated Zhao."

Nikan was snatched by Zhao Fu, his face turned pale, he coughed awkwardly, slowed down and said, "Admiral Zhao, now you and I are grasshoppers on the same line. If you really want to lose a battle, no one can fall well. I just ask you, do you want to save the Eight Banners soldiers in front of this battle? How should you fight this battle?"

Seeing that Ni was showing weakness, Zhao Fu was not good at sarcasm again, and dragged his chin and said with a confident look: "The Eight Banners soldiers cannot be saved. They are the bravest soldiers in Manchuria. In the future, Admiral Ni will give them a few good words in the merit book and let the court give more pensions. Zhao has some good ideas on how to fight this battle, but he just doesn't know if Admiral Ni is willing to listen."
Chapter completed!