There is nothing special about the General Bai and the eight sentry cavalry sent by Zhou Shixian to assist. Like the other eleven Generals in the two Thousand Headquarters who accompanied them, they are all the elites of the "Tianwei Middle Military Camp", veterans and recruits.

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Although their enemies numbered two to three hundred people, Zhou Shixian was not worried at all. The elite fighting force under Gao Jie was just ordinary Ming army servants. These people here may not even be able to compare with Lu Zhenfei's model battalion. Facing the elite Beijing

For truly elite soldiers based on a battalion, they are vulnerable.

From another perspective, if Zhou Shixian's most elite "Tianweizhong Military Camp" cannot defeat them one against three, then how can we talk about expelling the Tartars and restoring the country?

Zhou Shixian had better hang himself on the southeast branch as soon as possible to avoid humiliating himself later.

After all, if he can't change the crisis of the nation, what's the point of coming to this world?

Zheng Chenggong put on two layers of armor and followed the Hundreds who went out to fight. He watched the originally orderly and solemn Hundreds deliberately acting chaotic. He just sent sentry cavalry to fight with the cavalry of the rebels, and did not take the opportunity to attack. It was simply

It's just shocking.

However, what surprised him even more was the reaction of the so-called "Elites of the Four Towns" on the opposite side. Even the sailors and crew members of his Zheng family couldn't match it, let alone others. Comparing the two, it was clear who was stronger and who was weaker.

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Zheng Chenggong looked at the chaotic military camp on the opposite side and the Ming army, which was like a riot, with uneven soldiers and chaotic formations. He couldn't help but shake his head in his heart, and he understood Zhou Shixian's painstaking efforts more - in order to make the opponent fall for the trick, he took the initiative to attack without being too weak.

To a certain extent, it is not possible.

He had naturally guessed Zhou Shixian's plan. No matter what the reason was, Zhou Shixian, the consort of the Ming Dynasty, should destroy these rebels. However, in order to achieve greater political goals, they must be allowed to take the initiative to attack.

Only in this way can the crime be increased.

"Mr. Zheng, when a fight breaks out, you have to be careful and don't run around. The swords on the battlefield have no eyes. I'm afraid of hurting you." The Chief Bai withdrew his gaze from the messy military camp opposite and said to him.

Zheng Chenggong said.

Zheng Chenggong went to the battlefield for the first time, and he felt a little unsure after all, but after all, he was not the kind of person who had never seen the world. He immediately responded: "Mr.

"Okay, let Mr. Zheng take a good look at how we fight. If someone fails to live up to his expectations, I will be the first to kill him." The chief executive was born in Ningxia Town and is a veteran. He seemed very relaxed at this time.

, even when talking about killing people, he still smiles.

However, compared with the ease of the Tianweizhong military camp, the Ming army on the opposite side was in complete chaos. Their only four cavalrymen had been killed by the sentry cavalry, and in the end only five officers' horses were left.

Naturally, it is impossible for them to fight in person.

Faced with this unexpected situation, the five officers quickly began to organize their soldiers to prepare for a head-on attack on these enemies. They were not afraid of Liu Zeqing's soldiers and horses, not to mention that the other side looked chaotic and dull, and did not know how to make a sneak attack.

Quick, accurate and ruthless, they are still arrayed there.

But now it is approaching noon, and their soldiers are either preparing to eat, or they are still taking off and putting on their trousers. When many soldiers heard the noise and rushed out, they were still with bare legs and had the temperament of thieves.

He was pinched to death by them.

After a full two-quarters of an hour, this sparse team finally got together. They set up a long and not wide formation in the north of their camp. Several musketeers held outdated muskets in their hands, and few archers.

Sparsely mixed among the soldiers, the five officers and their personal guards were in the rear, driving the soldiers forward.

Zhou Shixian watched from the hillside behind. The Ming army on the opposite side had begun to fight. However, the team was still in chaos, the military formation was not in shape, and the armor and weapons were insufficient. It was really impossible to rely on these people to protect the country. And the troops under his command were not enough.

The chief executive was ready and the formation began to resume again.

Soon, when the Ming army on the opposite side entered less than a mile away from the front line, the eight sentinels also began to take action. They rode their horses to attack from the flanks, and kept shooting arrows from the riding bows in their hands. They quickly shot down ten of them.

A few Ming soldiers without armor.

This Ming army has almost no formation at all, the team is very dense, and there is no shield protection. Only half of the more than two hundred soldiers have armor, and the others just have one weapon in their hands, which is the riding bow. To deal with them

The threat is also huge.

The Ming army soldiers who were attacked on both sides soon became commotion again, and their momentum also weakened a lot. Even the pace of advance slowed down, and the entire formation began to look like a protruding center. But because there was a war supervisor behind them,

None of the officers dared to retreat, so they could only bite the bullet and continue to advance.

Soon, these Ming army rebels were within a hundred people, but the eight sentries did not continue to attack. They were very worried that their sprint would scatter the two hundred people, which would ruin the Prince Consort's plan.

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As a result, these eight people immediately went around the back of the rebels, and surrounded the more than two hundred rebels with the inferior strength of eight men and eight horses. They were ready to attack from behind when the frontal troops attacked with heavy blows.

A two-sided attack.

Zheng Chenggong looked at the approaching troops. Although the formation on the opposite side was more chaotic, the force was more than twice as powerful and looked menacing, which made Zheng Chenggong even more nervous. After all, he was still a newbie on the battlefield, and he would always feel a little cramped for the first time.

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After the harassment on both wings was eliminated, and with the hard work of the officers, the rebels finally regained some order. At this time, they had already entered the seventieth step, and their formation had also recovered somewhat. They were no longer unruly in front and rear, and the front line was back to normal.

Different looks.

However, the officers at the back were a little confused. They didn't pay attention at first. They were just arranging their troops and horses in the chaos. Now that they were getting closer, they looked at the enemies in front of them who were fully equipped and in neat military appearance. At the same time, they felt something in their hearts.

The bad premonition, especially their neatly lined up helmets, was even more frightening.

But the matter has come to this, and the arrow is already on the string. They have no choice but to fight. If they stop or retreat at this time, they will really be seeking death.

Although fighting is not their strong point, they still have this basic battlefield experience, so they don't really know anything about it.

"Kill all these worthless bastards, and everyone will sleep with the little girl tonight and receive reward money!" The slovenly-bearded officer suddenly shouted while riding on his horse.

As soon as he said these words, the morale of the rebel army was immediately boosted. For them, nothing is a better incentive than money and women. They have no other purpose in joining the army, just to have enough to eat.

It would be even better if you could grab something.

It can only be said that such an army has become the main force of Nanming. Undefeated is a miracle, and defeat can only be said to be normal performance.

Not to mention morale, even basic equipment and training could not be maintained. These two points were what Zhou Shixian valued most about the new army under his command. He knew clearly where the real gap between the Ming army and the Qing army was.

Zheng Chenggong looked through the dense helmets of the military formation and saw the other side suddenly speeding up and rushing over, and soon entered the fifty paces. Some archers stopped to unfurl their bows and arrows, and the musketeers were preparing to shoot. He felt even more nervous.

However, as soon as the opponent accelerated, he heard a bugle sound, and then the shield at the front of his own line was lowered, revealing more than forty musketeers behind. They had already been prepared and were waiting.

They rushed fifty paces with this insurgent force.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Just as Zheng Chenggong looked over, a series of explosions suddenly sounded, and then thick white smoke rose up, quickly filling the originally not wide front.

At the same time, the rebel soldiers on the opposite side immediately let out a scream, and more than a dozen people fell down in the blink of an eye. Some soldiers were not protected by armor. Within a distance of forty or fifty steps, they were seriously injured and fell to the ground.

, kept struggling, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood.

There were also some who were even more unlucky. The lead bullets from Rumi's gun shot directly through their stomachs at such a close distance. Their intestines and colorful feces flowed all over the floor. Their screams were shrill and their faces were ferocious, making the entire team laugh.

Their morale was severely hit.

Following this, the entire offensive against the rebel army came to a halt, and some people even began to retreat.

It is not that Zheng Chenggong has never seen muskets. His merchant ship is also a pirate ship. In addition to transporting goods, robbery is also the focus when going to sea.

However, this neat and sudden attack still made him surprised, especially the reaction of the random soldiers fifty steps away, and the fact that his own musketeers remained undisturbed at all after completing the shooting.

However, such an attack was not enough to defeat this serious Ming army. Although they were defeated, they were not refugees after all, and they could not be defeated. But it was not much better. Those soldiers who tried to retreat were organized and coerced by the officers.

Underneath, neither forward nor retreat, almost stopped in place.

Soon, the second round of bugles sounded, and on the front line of the Tianweizhong military camp, a series of explosions erupted from the dark muzzles of the guns. This group of rebel soldiers fell down again, and more than a dozen people fell, and the screams and wails became even louder.

After this attack, even the officers lost their courage. As soon as they relaxed, some soldiers immediately fled back, and the situation began to completely collapse.

Under Zheng Chenggong's disguise of looking calm and calm, but actually he was terrified to death, the war drums of the Tianwei Middle Military Camp rang, the musketeers quickly retreated, and the spearmen and sword and shield bearers rushed out from the military formation to face this wave.

The rebels made a final attack.
Chapter completed!