There were screams of pain in the courtyard, steam rising from the flowing blood, mixed with the faint smoke of gunpowder.
An Anqing armored soldier brandished a sword and stick in front of the gate, and smashed a Qing soldier who was twisting on the threshold. The Qing soldier had no movement. Other Anqing soldiers in the courtyard were also attacking, but they all moved slowly.
Qin Jiuze held the bow and panted, scanning the courtyard with his eyes. Then he walked to Yang Guangdi and looked at the wound on his chest. The blade of the tiger-tooth knife swept part of it, and the cotton armor was broken, and there was blood. Not much flow. Yang Guangdi's lips were chapped and he was still sweating profusely even in the cold winter. Someone was walking next to him. Yang Guangdi turned his head and looked over, only to see Mandal pressing on top of a Qing soldier. That Qing soldier No armor, the cotton coat on the chest was covered with a mace
It was torn to pieces, and the blood soaked the blackened cotton. He looked ahead with dull eyes, and blood came out from his mouth from time to time. Mandar was covered in blood, and he took off the Qing army's helmet, revealing that the Qing army was covered with hair. Zhuang's scalp, he pulled his ears away with one hand, and the knife immediately began to cut, making a popping sound. The Qing army shook for a moment, but his eyes did not change.
There was a change, and a mouthful of blood foam was coughed up from the mouth.
"What are you doing cutting that thing?" Qin Jiuze said a few words, then stopped to take a breath.
Mandar laughed twice, put his ears in his arms, stood up, and inspected the soldiers with their weapons. When the injured Qing soldiers saw them approaching, they all wailed loudly and begged for mercy.
Qin Jiuze limped to the door, picked up a bow and arrow on the ground and put it on the string. He hid beside the door and turned his head to look at the street. There were sounds of smashing and slashing in the courtyard, and Yang Guangdi took a breath for a moment, his eyes Seeing Wu Zhang Xu, he was pressed by the white-armored soldier and couldn't get up after twisting several times. Yang Guangdi quickly shouted, and ran over with Mandal'er, and together they dragged the white-armored soldier with all their strength. Open, Xu Lunzi struggled to turn over, but failed to turn over the first time. After taking a breath, he turned over a second time. Mandar quickly squatted down and pushed him with his knees, and Xu Lengzi finally rolled over.
, he stood up with his hands on the ground. Xu Wu Zhang was covered in blood, and he didn’t know if it was his or someone else’s. Xu Lengzi still wore his demon-fighting mask. After standing up, he looked around and finally found it. He walked over to pick up his mace. Yang Guangdi looked at his footsteps.
His hair was fluttering, and he quickly helped to pick it up. Xu Lengzi reached out and took it. Yang Guangdi turned his head and looked in front of the inner courtyard door. Yu Laoer fell to the ground, and the strong crossbow was thrown beside him. The crossbow body was broken into two pieces. The energy-storing bamboo piece in the middle was still intact, but the two broken bow strings were hanging on the ground, and there was a bloody mouth on his face.
Dao was scratched by something, and he reached out to touch his feet but couldn't. A ranger was helping him stop the bleeding. The captain of the rangers fell face down in front of the inner courtyard door, with a dark-armored Qing army pressed against him. His helmet was missing, and there was a small pool of blood under him. Yang Shisan was lying next to him. The cotton armor on his shoulders was torn, but he could still move. He was trying to
Look at the captain.
There was a bang, and Yang Guangdi turned his head to look. He saw only half of the wooden handle left in Chief Xu's hand. A Qing soldier's head was smashed on the ground. His red and white brains were splashed all over the floor. The head of the mace bounced to the corner of the wall. .
A cannon was fired outside the courtyard, and someone shouted for death. Then there was another cannon shot, and people in the streets screamed, and the empty horses at the door jumped like crazy, colliding with each other and moving north.
Xu Wu-chang bent over to rest for a moment, then squatted on the ground to grab a moon axe. He didn't even stand up after the first blow. Yang Guangdi hurried over and raised his hand. Xu Wu-chang grabbed Yang Guangdi's shoulder and stood up with all his strength.
The captain of the armored soldiers had just gotten up from the ground. He had an arrow stuck in his body. He didn't know if he had any other injuries. He heard the noise outside, waved to everyone with difficulty, and said in a hoarse voice, "Leave two rescuers."
people, others kill
Tartars.”
The captain pointed towards the temple door, tried to take a step, and immediately squatted on the ground again, unable to stand up again.
Both captains were not allowed to participate in the battle. Captain Xu seemed to have no intention of listening to anyone and walked directly towards the courtyard gate.
Xu Lengzi walked in front with an axe, and Yang Guangdi quickly followed. Mandar stabbed a Qing soldier in front of the courtyard gate. Seeing this, he got up and followed behind. Before he could reach the door, there was another burst of shouting from outside.
Seven or eight figures on horseback passed by the door and headed south. Yang Guangdi knew that there were no Anqing soldiers in the town. These must be Qing troops, and there were two or three more soldiers inside.
A bright-armored Tartar.
Qin Jiuze put his head out and looked around, took a step out of the courtyard gate, shot an arrow at the Qing soldiers who passed by, and quickly rushed back into the temple gate. When he saw Xu Lengzi passing by, he stretched out his hand to stop him.
Xu Lengzi didn't hesitate at all, as if he didn't see any Qing troops outside, he crossed the threshold directly. Yang Guang was the second to step out. There were many empty horses outside the door, and fierce shouts of killing came from both ends.
Xu Lengzi's blood-stained back stopped in the street. He looked left and right, and Yang Guangdi also looked left and right. There were many people on the street to the north, and there were silver armored soldiers everywhere.
Figures and various weapons were waving and striking above their heads.
The streets to the south were filled with white smoke, and the road was almost covered with corpses. Several horses with mutilated limbs were struggling in a pool of blood. The horses' legs were shaking violently, and the strong smell of blood filled the air.
The Qing army that had just passed by was more than ten steps ahead. One man had an arrow stuck in his back and was about to fall. The other Qing soldiers stopped in front of the pile of corpses. Someone shouted and drew his bow and arrow, heading towards the intersection.
Directional shooting.
The Qing army blocked the line of sight in the direction of the cross street. Yang Guangdi could not see what was going on over there. Xu Lengzi was about to step out when suddenly there was a loud thunderous noise and a cloud of white smoke exploded on the cross street. The front side was the first to bear the brunt.
Several Qing soldiers were shaking all over, their helmets and armours burst into pieces, and clouds of blood sprayed out from their heads and backs. Pieces of flesh flew out from the edges of the horses' bodies, and blood spurted out. Both men and horses fell to the ground.
Among the corpses on the ground, the shot horse lay on the ground and struggled violently. The horse's hooves shook wildly and kicked. Blood on the ground splashed everywhere. With the violent movements, the blood spurted out from the horse's body was rising and falling.
Yang Guangdi heard a popping sound on the wall of the Horse Temple, as if something was flying by.
Screams resounded through the streets, and several armored soldiers rushed out from the intersection in front of them, slashing and killing the remaining Qing troops in the street.
The mount of a Qing soldier who was not hit jumped in fear, turning his head and running towards the north. The Qing soldier was suddenly bombarded and was already in a state of despair. He only focused on controlling his mount and did not notice that there were a few more people on the road. He was full of emotions.
Dar'er moved the head of an empty horse in front of the door to the left, and stabbed the horse's butt with his waist knife. The empty horse immediately jumped out and stopped in the middle of the road. The Qing army's horse speed suddenly slowed down, and the Qing army looked at it at this time.
The soldiers in bright armor arrived in the middle of the road,
He didn't notice the red cloth on his arm and shouted something in this direction, as if he thought it was his Baya La. Without saying a word, Xu Lengzi walked around the empty horse and strode to the Qing army.
With both hands, he slashed the crescent ax violently towards the Qing army. The Qing army was unprepared. He was unable to dodge while riding on the horse. The crescent ax was centered around Xu Lengzi.
Rotating rapidly, the ax hit the Qing army's chest violently with a whining sound.
There was a muffled sound of broken bones, and the Qing army almost fell down on its back, with its feet still hanging in the stirrups. The horse was frightened and neighed, raising its front hooves high.
Xu Lengzi waited for the horse's hoof to fall, and then struck the horse's head with an axe. There was a sharp click, and the horse's head was pressed downward violently. Then the front hoof gave way, and it fell to the ground crookedly, with a stream of blood flowing from its mouth.
Yang Guangdi stared blankly, wondering why Captain Xu wanted to kill the horse. The rangers received instructions that war horses cost money and could not even be bought with money, but he did not dare to stop this fierce warrior.
Xu Wu Chang.
Xu Wuchang took the ax off the horse's head and strode southward. Yang Guangdi quickly followed. He looked back and saw Qin Jiuze and others following behind. Mandar looked excited.
Several Anqing armored soldiers in front had already killed the Qing troops on the ground and were about to return to the cross street. Yang Guangdi saw a copper cannon in the gap between them. Several gunners were surrounding it to load, and the muzzle was still facing the
in this direction.
"It's the Rangers!"
Yang Guangdi thought that the thing scratched on the wall just now seemed to have been shot by artillery. He quickly put his head out and shouted towards the street.
There was a response from the other side, and then Yang Guangdi saw Mr. Qi's figure. They were both at the intersection, separated only by a temple wall, but Yang Guangdi felt that he was blocked by thousands of rivers and mountains. At this time, he felt excited when he saw Mr. Qi.
Then the square officer from the Guards Division appeared, and he shouted in this direction. Xu Lengzi quickened his pace and walked towards the intersection, swinging his body greatly from side to side. Yang Guangdi felt as if the ground was shaking.
Qin Jiuze and Mandarer also followed behind. Wu Chang Xu seemed to be the backbone of everyone. Although he did not issue any orders, everyone followed him spontaneously.
When passing the pile of corpses, Yang Guangdi saw bloodstains on the walls on both sides, internal organs and body parts piled on the ground, and steaming intestines leaking out. Almost no corpse was complete.
Mandar walked and watched blankly, and Qin Jiuze also looked puzzled. He seemed to have never thought that any weapon could produce such an effect in such a short period of time.
The soles of several people's shoes were all stained with blood. They walked through this hell-like road and arrived in front of the stage after a while.
There were corpses of men and horses on the small square. One group of armored soldiers was in formation, facing the street to the east. Another group of armored soldiers was advancing towards the street to the south, leaving corpses on the ground behind them. The nearby rangers were binding
captive.
There were more than a dozen fire gun soldiers on the stage, and several of them were holding the same Rumi gun as Yang Guangdi. Only then did Yang Guangdi remember his Lumi gun, and even forgot where he had thrown it.
There were four artillerymen surrounding the small cannon, placed under the stage. One gunner held a mop-like thing, inserted it from the muzzle and dragged it. Sizzling white gas came out of it, and then pulled the mop out.
, remaining on the ground
It was rubbed repeatedly on the snowdrift, and after a while it was put into the muzzle of the cannon.
A gunner in front of the gun, wearing only a short coat, looked relaxed. He smiled at a few people and said, "It's a good thing you shouted, otherwise we would have been beaten."
Mandal stared at the cannon and kept looking at it, and from time to time he raised his head to look at the stage. At this time, Mr. Qi strode over, and Qin Jiuze and others gathered around him. Mr. Qi first looked at everyone's injuries, and then Yang Guang
After telling him about the situation in the temple, Mr. Qi nodded repeatedly, and then said to several people, "There are more Tatars than expected.
It is estimated that there are two hundred people inside, and there are hundreds more outside. Just when Mr. Chen Qian raised his flag, a group of Tatars came around from the outside, and may want to enter from the cross street here." He pointed to the street to the east, which is
The street is not long, only about fifty paces, and the fighting there is not fierce. A group of armored soldiers is besieging a small number of Qing troops. The Anqing army has artillery at both ends, and the Qing troops outside need to support the town.
It does look easier from here.
Mr. Qi warned a few people, "You guys, keep an eye on the road to the north. There may be scattered Tatars coming over there. Don't let them rush to the street. If there are more Tatars, call out."
A few people nodded. The shouts of killing in this direction had been reduced. The armored soldiers controlled the streets. At most, only a few Tatars came.
The artilleryman in a short coat next to him answered, "Just tell me, you won't have many if you shoot the Tatars."
General Qi hurriedly said, "This is General Zeng from the Cavalry and Artillery Department, who came to teach me martial arts."
A few people looked at Commander Zeng, who looked like a corps commander. Commander Qi then returned to the stage and coordinated the position of the rangers with Commander Qi on the other side of the Guards. The officers of the Guards Division were giving orders, the one to the south.
The armored soldiers of the flag regiment turned around and returned and lined up in the south of the small square to prepare. There were two armored soldiers of the banner regiment near the stage. Together with the supporting artillery and rangers, the place was very crowded.
Some rangers who can shoot arrows were arranged on the stage to free up space in the small square.
Then another artillery piece came out from the street on the south side, and four artillerymen pushed the sports car and rushed towards the stage.
The sound of hoofbeats sounded in the east, and the gunner in short coat waved his hand, his tone not nervous at all, "Prepare solid ammunition."
A gunner immediately opened the wooden box behind him and took out a cotton bag and an iron bullet. The iron bullet was only bigger than a child's fist and did not look impressive at all. Then he took out another one.
The small group of armored soldiers from the east quickly retreated, and the bronze cannon that arrived arrived at the small square and stopped in front of the first cannon. The firecrackers on the stage each checked their weapons and lined up two rows of them.
Array.
The short-coated artilleryman casually raised the telescope in his hand, and a cavalry figure appeared from the north at the Dongtou Street intersection. The first ones were all bright-armored Tatars. They dismounted at the intersection one after another. Yang Guang was standing next to the artillery.
At the intersection of the street, Mandar stuck his head out from the wall and looked east. The street was densely populated with white-armored Tatars. Mandar swallowed his saliva. Qin Jiuze repeatedly squeezed the bow and arrow in his hand, holding a picked one in his right hand.
Armor-breaking cone, the two of them turned to look at Xu Lengzi and the armored soldiers at the same time, assessing whether they could stop these brightly armored Tatars.
The artilleryman with the mop turned a few times into the barrel, and the artilleryman in short coat waved his hand. The artilleryman with mop went to the side and replaced it with a long charge stick, waiting on the side of the gun body. The artilleryman in short coat put down his telescope and said, "Start."
Load, one solid bullet, one solid bullet in reserve, and three shotshells."