The long Modao was raised high, and the light of light emitted a faint blue light, like a ghost fire. Hundreds of people waved their swords together, and the cold light shone everywhere, like a huge sword wall. Compared with the point of the spear, the Modao's deterrence is increased thousands of times.
No wonder the Tang Dynasty was able to expand its territory with this weapon and create a prosperous era of the Tang Dynasty. It was indeed amazing in combat power.
With a fierce knife, the armor shattered and the flesh flew everywhere. The Tatar cavalry widened his eyes and watched the cold blade slash his body. Perhaps the knife was too sharp. When it was split, there was still a trace of consciousness. The corners of his mouth twitched, as if saying that I didn't believe it!
But they were all too late. The Big Sword Camp only had three rounds of chopping, and hundreds of Tartars died in front of them. The others were panicked as if they had seen the God of Death.
"Terror, they are monsters!"
The Tartars screamed in panic and turned around and ran away, but the Big Sword Camp would not let them go just because they turned into little white rabbits. The blades were raised frequently and kept killing. Qi Hanyuan rushed to the front, and the enemy's blood was soaked in the armor, and the bright breastplate was stained with blood and broken flesh.
He had never killed so happily ever before, and he couldn't help but shout, "Brothers, kill! Don't let a Tartar go!"
Everyone grabbed the big knife and cut melons and vegetables, splitting the Tartars in half, stepping on their dirty bodies, and charging forward.
Finally, he killed the last Tartar in front of him, and Qi Hanyuan rushed to the front of the chariot camp. Wherever he saw, there were corpses everywhere, including Anzhni, Tartar, and several other side vans were still burning.
The rest of An** was all tilted. She was covered in scars and almost no one was intact.
Qi Hanyuan was shocked. The chariot camp was one of the elite. How could it be that time? He rushed in and searched everywhere.
"Braft Commander Zhou, where are you? Are you okay? The prince is here with reinforcements. The prince is here to help you!"
Qi Hanyuan walked anxiously, but did not notice Zhou Yingjie. Suddenly, sweat broke out in his forehead.
Just when he was extremely anxious, someone was sitting on the wheel in front of a broken carriage. He said weakly: "It's okay, I can't die!"
"Sir, what's wrong with you?"
Qi Hanyuan rushed to Zhou Yingjie in two steps and knelt on one knee. Zhou Yingjie was covered in blood and his armor was damaged in many places. I don’t know if it was his own blood or someone else’s.
"Don't worry, there's nothing big about it except here!"
Zhou Yingjie lifted his left hand weakly, and three fingers were cut off. The blood was no longer flowing, and the wound was filled with a shocking dark red.
"Ah! Sir, you have to treat it quickly. I'll send you to the back!"
"Oh!" Zhou Yingjie also sighed, his face a little depressed. He thought that the chariot camp would be invincible as soon as it came out. But he didn't know that it was broken through by the Tartars relying on the advantage of numbers and killed inside the chariot formation.
Although there are bayonets to use, after all, as an auxiliary weapon, it is too much of a loss to fight. Even he himself was shocked and vomited blood, and lost three fingers. If Qi Hanyuan had not come quickly, he would have been in danger. In this time alone, more than 1,500 people were killed and injured in the chariot camp. Of course, the Tartars also paid the same painful price, but Zhou Yingjie still felt ache in his heart.
"Bail Commander Qi, go and tell Deputy Brigade Commander Tang Zhanxiong, immediately bring the rest of the car camp and leave it to him to command. Be sure to beat the Tartars hard and don't embarrass the car camp!"
"Abide by the order!"
Several guards carried Zhou Yingjie away. This was also the first senior commander An** who had to give up the battle since the war began.
"Brothers, fight well and destroy the Tartars in one fell swoop!"
The soldiers raised their arms one after another, "Please rest assured, we are not cowards, we are fighting against the Tartars!"
The chariot camp was quickly recovering its combat effectiveness, and the Tartars were no exception at this time. They were cut into pieces and fled in panic, and Dorgon's nose was crooked.
"There are all rice buckets. You are holding swords and swords, Minggou is defeated with muskets. Now you are equipped with muskets, but you are defeated by the big sword again. How can you keep me if you ask me to keep you!"
Dorgon shouted loudly: "Come here, cut off these beasts immediately. I will lead the troops to rush forward!"
When he heard that Dorgon was going to charge, he frightened these hard-core servants. Ebilong suddenly fell to his knees and cried bitterly.
"Slaves are guilty. Thanks to the magnanimity of the Regent, the slave is willing to lead the suicide squad to break through the Minggou defense line. If the regent fails, the regent will not have to kill the slave. The slave will definitely die in the front!"
"good!"
Dorgon also showed a smile on his face and said in praise: "Ebilong, I am very pleased to have this courage. I will give you a thousand soldiers and must rush over."
As he said that, Dorgon looked at the horizon again, and the star of Qi flashed.
"There's not much time left, you can go quickly!"
"Abide by the order!"
Although Ebilong was born into the Lianghuang Banners and was incompatible with Dorgon, he also knew that this was a battle for the Qing Dynasty, and perhaps this was the last time in his life.
He carefully checked the armor on his body, took his beloved sword with him, and turned his back onto the horse.
"Warriors, follow me!"
...
The ches camp was still in rectification, and only the big sword camp was left behind when they were blocking the front line. Qi Hanyuan grabbed the Mo Dao in his hand and stared at the Tartars with a cold look.
"Listen to my orders, no one is allowed to shoot casually. If you follow my orders, do you understand?"
These old guards were all experienced and nodded without hesitation.
The Tartars' war horses surged, the land collapsed and the ground broke, the horse's hooves were like drumsticks, and the ground was filled with war drums. The banging sound hit the heart, and the adrenaline was unconsciously accelerating the secretion. Every soldier's mouth was dry and his heart was beating. Even if he was used to life and death, he couldn't help but be frightened.
Ebilong rushed over from a distance with people. An** did not shoot or throw grenades, and just let them in.
Could it be that this is just a cold weapon unit without firearms?
Thinking of this, Ebilong was overjoyed and was so happy that he wanted to fight hand-to-hand combat. How could the Ming army be the opponent of the Eight Banners Power Brigade?
"rush!"
The Tartars passed one hundred steps in a blink of an eye, entered seventy and fifty steps, getting closer and closer, and could clearly see the other person's face. They were still as motionless as a mountain, and everyone was like a nail. They were nailed firmly to the ground, motionless, staring at the Tartars with a serious look.
Are they all wooden people?
Ebilong didn't have time to think about it. He had entered within thirty steps, and even his heavy breathing could be heard.
"shot!"
Suddenly, the Chinese thunder sounded like a spring thunder in Qi Hanyuan's tongue, and all the soldiers quickly raised their short guns. They were already prepared. They fought with the cavalry with big swords. They were obviously not smart. Therefore, they used their skills to lure the enemy into the depths.
Bang bang bang bang!
The gunshots rang out, and after more than twenty steps, these pistols were not accurate. They killed dozens of people in one round of shooting. Each big sword battalion soldier had two pistols. After firing one shot, they threw it away quickly and drew out the second one.
There was another burst of gunfire, and now more people died of Tartars. It was almost within reach, and the attack came suddenly. The Tartars were also in a mess.
The bodies of the people and horses were standing in front of them, blocking the subsequent path. The injured Tartars were trampled to death, and the uninjured Tartars were tripped.
Just when they were in chaos, Qi Hanyuan grabbed Mo Dao and rushed up first.
"kill!"
"kill!"
The shocking roar, accompanied by a row of sword walls, the Tartars hurriedly raised their weapons to block them. But their swords were no better than An**'s exquisiteness.
The long sword passed by the Tartars' waist, spear, and knife were all trash and cut in half. Looking at the half-lost weapons, the Tartars screamed in horror. But before their screams were finished, the Mo Dao cut down again, and they immediately had their heads and heads and blood left on the ground.
It can be imagined that this place will definitely be a good place for a bumper harvest next year.
The Tartars were frightened by the power of the Modao, and could only see a shining light. Then hundreds of lives were destroyed and turned into teams of rotten meat. The Big Sword Camp is the most efficient harvester, and the sharp knife head ruthlessly swallowed the Tartars' flesh and blood. They were unstoppable, and every step was extremely firm. The Tartars' cavalry actually retreated step by step in front of the Big Sword Camp, which was simply a wonder in the history of war.
Ebiron's eyes were red. As soon as he issued a military order, he turned into this. What kind of face does he have to meet people? He gritted his teeth and grabbed the sword in his hand tightly.
"Baturu of the Qing Dynasty, all the people rushed me!"
Ebilong shook his fat body and rushed to An** quickly. He raised the sword high and slashed it down hard.
"Minggou, go see the King of Hell!"
Snap!
With a faint sound, Ebilong suddenly felt a light in his hand. He could hardly believe his eyes. The sword made by Baijian Steel, which cut gold and jade, was regarded as the best treasure by him. It was so ironic that he could not resist the sword of an ordinary soldier!
But whether he believed it or not, it was the case. The gap between An**, who had half a foot and the Qing Dynasty had widened. Even Dorgon imitated the East, would be destined to not learn the essence.
Just like a modao, it contains complex processes such as mining, metallurgy, and forging. Only by controlling and controlling at all levels can you get high-quality products with excellent quality!
"Tartars, it's your turn to die!"
Two Mo swords slashed towards Ebilong. He hurriedly used the remaining half of the knife to block it, but the half could not be blocked either. A Mo sword slashed heavily on his shoulder, and his left arm was cut off. The severe pain made Ebilong's body tilt and he was about to fall to the ground. At this time, another knife slashed his neck, and the big head flew out, and the body fell heavily on the yellow earth!
...
"Report to the Regent, Ebilong was killed in battle!"
"What?" Dorgon's eyes suddenly widened, panting as if he was another general. How many families in the Qing Dynasty could consume like this?
"Gu Zhenhua, you will be defeated quickly. I promise to sign an alliance with you and the water will not break the river!"
Dorgon said silently in his heart, in fact, he knew in his heart that it was impossible to conquer the Central Plains. The most terrifying thing was that the Han people would counterattack, so he had to win this battle.
"The warriors of Wuzhenchao Ha Camp, you and the Qing Dynasty have both prospered and suffered both prospering and losing. With Gu Zhenhua's cruelty, if you don't win the war, you will have a dead end. Even for your family, I hope you can fight hard and defeat the enemy!"
"Slaves obey the order!"
The Tartars knelt on one knee and believed in their masters.
Under Dorgon's command, more than 3,000 Tartar musket soldiers lined up in an orderly manner, holding the muskets tightly, and pressing towards An**.
"Prince, look!"
Gu Zhenhua also brought everyone to the front line. He stood in an abandoned side van, staring at the dark Tartars in the distance. There were war drums, singing, muskets in front, and the queue was neat, completely in line.
Seeing this, Gu Zhenhua couldn't help laughing: "Brothers, the Tartars want to use our methods to win, what do you think?"
"Imitation!" These old guards all smiled arrogantly. They were their ancestors who played with firearms, and the Tartar soldiers were only worthy of being grandsons!
The old guards quickly formed a neat team, and they rushed towards the Tartars with steps.
Both sides were not fast, and each step was steadily. The distance between the two sides was constantly shortening, and two hundred steps entered. The first batch of An** suddenly fell to one knee, and the long Minnie gun pointed at these Tartars.
"shooting!"
The people in the first row of the Tartars fell to the ground, but death did not scare the Tartars, but instead approached faster. The gap between the weapons between the two sides only reached a hundred steps, so that the Tartars' muskets could have lethality.
In just one hundred steps, it turned into a complete massacre. An**’s musket sounded over and over again, and the Tartars kept falling to the ground, and every step they took had to pay a heavy price.
However, Dorgon was indeed a master of training. After his training, these Tartars did not avoid life and death, and bravely moved forward, and finally rushed to about a hundred steps.
Gunshots also sounded in the sparse Tartar camp, and the old guards began to suffer casualties and their brothers were shot and fell down. However, the people on the side still fired, loaded, and fired again without any hesitation.
The muzzles that spit out the flames of hatred sent the Tartars to hell. Both sides were like kitchen knives and whetstones, constantly consuming each other to see who could last.
The soldiers trained hard were not as powerful as the bamboo shoot, and Dorgon was a little anxious.
"Listen, the cavalry, go around from the right wing and give Minggou a fatal blow!" With the order, the Tartar cavalry gathered quickly, and a whirlwind rushed towards An**.
"Report to the prince, the right wing was attacked by the Tartars and urgently needed reinforcements!"
Gu Zhenhua grabbed the heavy sword in his hand and heard this. Looking back at the surroundings, only the big sword camp that had just retreated was left, and the rest of the troops were all put into it. Gu Zhenhua immediately smiled loudly: "It's been a long time since I have fought on the battlefield. My bones all over my body hurt. Qi Hanyuan, bring your big sword camp and fight with the Tartars!"
"Abide by the order!"
Qi Hanyuan jumped up quickly, and followed Gu Zhenhua with the blood-dreaming Mo Dao. They rushed down from the hillside, and the Tatar cavalry rushed towards him.
Gu Zhenhua didn't work hard in his early days, so he naturally didn't need it after becoming the prince, but he did not give up on his kung fu. On the contrary, his martial arts improved a lot.
With more than a dozen steps away from the Tartars, Gu Zhenhua rushed out with a big step, jumped up suddenly, and slashed down like lightning in his hand. The Tartars only saw a piece of white light, which turned into a corpse.
"The prince is mighty, brothers, rush!"
The soldiers of the Big Sword Camp were greatly inspired, and these little tigers joined the battle group one after another. They were even more terrifying than tigers. Everyone was proficient in cooperation, and they were even more professional than wolves.
Gu Zhenhua showed his power even more. When he swung his sword, the Tartars had no power to resist and were easily cut into two groups.
Chapter completed!