"Lord Zhang Jing, Minggou has sunk the ship!"

Yaranbu, who was fighting desperately, heard this and hurriedly looked up. Through the rain curtain, the mast of a large ship of thousands of materials was overturning and sinking into the river.

Suddenly, Yaranbu's eyes turned red. It was so hard that hundreds of elite Eight Banners soldiers died, and even more Han flags died. As a result, the food sank into the Yellow River. The bamboo basket was so exhausted. Who could bear this result!

"Hurry up, kill Guangming Dogs, don't give them a chance to wreck the ship!"

Yaranbu shouted madly, and Xie Bin also held the sword tightly.

"Brothers, fight with all your might, and you will fight to the death!"

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

All the soldiers who could move were holding their weapons tightly. The musketeers had already thrown the musketeers aside, replaced them with knives, rushed up desperately, and resisted the Qing army.

The battle formation has long been destroyed and cannot tell each other about you and me. I cut with a knife, fist, and teeth, and in the end, even using my body to keep the other party tightly and press it into the mud and water. This way, I can suffocate the other party and die.

Whether it was the new recruits or veterans, they all tried their best to make the Qing army pay a heavy price. However, due to the huge gap in number, the Qing army still crushed and broke through little by little, and finally arrived at the bank of the Yellow River. The huge fleet was close at hand, and the mountains of food were piled up in front of us.

More than ten ships had already sunk, but more than 30 ships had no time to sink. Kang Lesheng was so anxious that he was furious that he saw the Qing army looking for a raft boat and preparing to grab the ship, he was also cruel.

"All ship workers, jump into the river to escape. Listen, brothers, New Army. When we repay the Duke's kindness, everyone brought a can of oil to the cabin and burned all the food for me!"

It is obviously not easy to ignite the fire on rainy days. Only by entering the deepest part of the cabin and using a lot of butter can it be possible to ignite the entire ship. And most people who set fire will have no chance to escape and may even be burned to death.

"Young young man. You are still young, leave this job to me!" An old boatman suddenly stood up.

"Old sir, we are a soldier, so we should do our best. What are you robbing?"

"The old man used a boat in the Yellow River for the rest of his life. It was just to have a stutter at home. The old man didn't understand any big principles, but the old man knew one thing: I can't use a boat for the Tartars, and I can't watch the Tartars occupy the Yellow River!"

"Yes, we all fought with the Tartars!"

The boatmen on the deck were all excited, maybe they were a little scared just now, but at this time, everyone put aside their fear, some were chiseling boats, some burning boats, and some defending on the deck to prevent the Tartars from rushing up. Everyone was determined to die and wanted to fight to the death.

The dark clouds pressed against the ground, and bursts of thunder and lightning were even more violent. Kang Lesheng stared at the battle on the shore, and watched the soldiers fall down, his heart kept bleeding.

But suddenly, he suddenly grabbed the old boatman, pointed his finger at the distance, and shouted inexplicably: "Look, what is that?"

Everyone hurriedly looked over, and the thunder and lightning brought bursts of light. In the light, the cavalry in black-clad black armor rushed up overwhelmed.

Just behind the Tartars, these cavalry were like divine weapons coming from the sky. The Qing army was determined to attack An**'s formation. They did not expect that the enemy would appear from the rear and be killed off guard.

Li Xu and Yue Polu rushed to the front, one left and one right. In fact, they arrived a quarter of an hour ago and noticed the tragic battle.

Yue Polu was about to take action immediately, but Li Xu stopped him. They only had two battalions of cavalry, and they rashly killed the Tartars, and their chances of victory were not great.

Therefore, Li Xu made special arrangements. With the help of heavy rain, each cavalry formed a route and launched an attack on the Qing army from all directions.

In this way, the Qing army could not tell how much peace they were. Just being shocked could scare them to death, and it would be much easier to deal with them.

As expected, as Li Xu thought, when they came with their men, thunder and lightning, heavy rain, and the sound of horse hooves were drowned in the mud and water. Only a jumping figure was seen, and I don’t know how many of them were. In short, the killing came overwhelmingly, surging and surging.

Only three hundred Han army flags, the weakest fighting power, remained in the back team. Facing the charge of Li Xu and the others, these people had no ability to resist and were dispersed as soon as they fought.

"Not good, most of the Ming army is coming!"

"Escape quickly!"

...

These guys not only broke down at once, but also shouted, completely disrupting the morale of the army. When the Tartars, who were fighting hard, were all shocked when they heard the fire behind their butts.

When they turned around, they saw cavalry coming overwhelmingly. I don’t know how many of them were. They were all frightened and fled one after another. The battlefield suddenly became chaotic.

Sun Long could only run away in a hurry with his subordinates. Unfortunately, he happened to run into Li Xu. Li Xu also noticed a group of Qing troops protecting him and knew that this was a big shot.

Li Xu hurriedly pulled out three javelins, which was also the unique skill he had practiced for many years and had mastered. Within twenty steps, he made a hundred shots, and his strength was countless times that of a bow and arrow.

Li Xu seized the opportunity and threw two javelins in a row. The two Goshhas beside Sun Long were skewed with candied haws. Sun Long lost the cover immediately. Just as he turned around, the third javelin just penetrated his throat. The corner of the guy's mouth twitched a few times and then fell on the right track.

Sun Long was killed, and the Han army flags collapsed. They ran around like headless flies, but they all became lambs and were chopped under the horse. In the chaos, hundreds of Qing troops were destroyed, which was even heavier than the bloody battle just now. The bodies were piled up like mountains and blood flowed everywhere.

Yaranbu, who originally thought victory was in sight, was also confused by the sudden blow. As an old robber, he could fight to rob, but when he realized his failure, he slipped faster than anything else.

Under the protection of several Baizhuyala soldiers, Yaranbu broke through frantically and wanted to escape and ascend to heaven.

But since Li Xu and his men appeared, Xie Bin, who was already desperate, suddenly became energetic, as if he had received a heart attack, and another force surged out of his body, which was originally wounded and tired.

"Brothers, kill the Tartars! Don't let one go!"

People are so wonderful, and their potential is always infinite. As long as they are motivated, they will have courage again, especially those recruits, sixteen or seventeen years old. It is the time when they are full of vitality. They hold blood-stained spears, rise up their strength, and rush towards the Qing army again.

"kill!"

More than a dozen spears stabbed the people behind Yaranbu, and three Baizhuyala soldiers pierced the back and fell to the ground. They were placed in the usual Qing army's Baizhuyala soldiers, all of whom were ten and one hundred elites. But now they were easily killed in the hands of a group of rookies.

They seemed to be unwilling to give up, and their bodies were still twisting and struggling, trying to get up.

"Dog Tartars, go to die!"

Zhao Tian held the gun again and stabbed a white-armored soldier hard in the throat. Blood shot out from the blood hole like an arrow.

At this time, Yaranbu was not interested in fighting and just wanted to escape. He grabbed off a Han army flag, turned over to the war horse, and was about to run away.

At this time, Zhao Tian and the others rushed up again, and a row of long spears stabbed out. The war horse was shot five or six times and was directly stabbed to the ground. Yaranbu's left leg was also stabbed, and blood was flowing. The guy gritted his teeth and limped his life. Without taking a few steps, Yue Polu rushed over and took a knife to slash Yaranbu's forehead.

The helmet was cut and the blade was deeply embedded in the skull. Yaranbu was willing to survive for a moment and wanted to struggle. As a result, several spears were stabbed from the back and penetrated his chest. The tip of the spear emerged from the front.

"Well, kill! This head is yours!"

Yue Polu said to Zhao Tian and the others with a smile. Turning his head, he rushed over with his men and horses. The one-sided killing lasted for about an hour.

The rain gradually stopped and the sky cleared. From noon, they had been fighting for two or three hours. At this time, the sunset shone on the river surface, and the surging river water was coated with a layer of golden light.

At this time, Li Xu also cut down the last Qing army, and the battle finally ended. Looking at the mess all over the ground and countless corpses, Li Xu couldn't be happy either.

Xie Bin, Hou Sanhuai, Kang Dali, Kang Lesheng, Zhao Tian and others were all injured. They supported each other and came to Li Xu and the others. Everyone gathered together.

"We won!" Xie Bin shouted with all his strength.

"We won!"

"We won!"

The cheerful shouts resounded across the Yellow River, and everyone showed a smile from the bottom of their hearts. They not only guarded the precious food, but also almost wiped out all the Qing army. They were the real winners!

However, this victory came too miserably. More than half of the soldiers in the two new and old battalions were killed or injured. More than 150 soldiers were killed in the old battalion, and fifty or sixty seriously injured, of which 50% were gun and shield soldiers. As for the minor injuries, there were countless. The new battalion was also miserable, with more than 120 soldiers killed and more injured.

To be honest, if it weren't for the fight against the enemy, the army would have collapsed long ago. However, the loss was worth it, and they gave the Qing army the heaviest blow.

The two Niulu led by Yaranbu were almost wiped out, and only 500 people escaped from the three thousand Han military flags, with a total of three thousand heads. This is a rare victory, and it is a victory with less, which is enough to shock the world.

Moreover, the outstanding performance of the new army made everyone fall into glasses. There is no doubt that Gu Zhenhua’s training strategy is correct. As long as he persists, he forms more troops and deals with the arrogant Tartars, it is definitely not a delusion. Every soldier in his heart has a strong sense of confidence. They are excellent and they can look down on the Tartars!

The transformation quietly happens to everyone. Of course, this is a subtle thing and needs to be settled. The most important thing in front of you is to report the victory to Gu Zhenhua, and at the same time treat the wounded and deal with the sacrificed soldiers.

From the mud and water, the bodies were moved out with difficulty. Some soldiers hugged each other tightly with their opponents and drowned in the mud and water. Their hands were unable to separate. They could only use an axe and cut off the body of the Qing army, and then they moved out the bodies safely.

During the process of collecting the corpse, every soldier burst into tears and cried. There were brothers talking and laughing a day ago, but in a blink of an eye, some of them were still glaring, and there seemed to be flames of hatred shooting out in their eyes.

"Brother, don't worry, let's go, we won!"

"We won!"

...

The cavalry used the fastest speed to deliver the battle report to Gu Zhenhua. Gu Zhenhua read every word seriously, and his heart was bleeding. An** Every soldier is a precious seed and is the hope for future development and growth. As a result, he lost hundreds of times at once. How could Gu Zhenhua not feel distressed?

"Transfer my order, cut off all the heads of the Qing army and send them to me. In addition, the bodies of the sacrificed soldiers must be sent over together. Let me tell Li Xu that we cannot suffer in vain and we must take advantage of the victory to enter Shandong. First take down Cao County, Shan County, Chengwu and Dingtao, and stab me a nail!"

Two days later, a carriage full of heads and bodies arrived in Juzhou. More than 10,000 hungry people made an exception and received news. They all surrounded the roadside and watched the carriages driving after carriage, transporting the bodies over.
Chapter completed!