The fingertips of the Qing army were about to touch the quilt, and the hands of the cart rangers also touched the javelin pole. Yang Guang's left hand held the short knife, slightly raised under the worn robe.
Suddenly, the Qing army's hand changed, turned to the quilt, grabbed a piece of Songjiang cloth, and then dragged the cloth off the carriage.
Yang Guangdi was stunned for a moment. Just when he didn't know what to do, a black shadow hit the Qing army's head. Yang Guangdi looked at it in shock, only to see Mandar holding a riding crop and facing the Qing army.
He was beaten randomly and kept yelling and cursing.
The Qing army was in a state of embarrassment. They retreated and shouted after losing the Songjiang cloth. When they retreated to the road, they stumbled and fell. Mandarer ignored him and kicked him. Yang Guang couldn't take his first breath and his body shook.
After a while, he regained his breath. The Qing soldier's hat was knocked off, revealing his braids like Mandal's. He raised his hands, shouted in succession, and kept scolding Mandal'er.
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At this time, a Qing soldier came from the camp gate. Yang Guangdi took a peek and saw that this man was not wearing a hat, revealing his smooth blue scalp. He was not wearing armor, but was wrapped in a cotton coat. He might be a real soldier.
Yi.
Zhenyi passed by Qin Jiuze. He didn't raise his head to look at the cavalry. He walked directly to Mandar'er and asked the noisy two people. Yang Guangdi still couldn't understand what he said.
His back was facing Yang Guangdi, and his braid was dangling in Yang Guangdi's field of vision. Being so close to the enemy, Yang Guangdi felt a little anxious and kept peeking at the braid on the back of the Qing army's head.
Mandal pointed at the carriage, then at the camp gate, and roared menacingly. The Qing army seemed a little embarrassed, and seemed to be stammering in explanation. Another Zhenyi appeared on the other side of the camp gate, probably a
Officer, he yelled and cursed at several Mongolian people. The Mongolian people were a little afraid of him. After listening for a moment, they bowed their heads and walked back to the carriage. Yang Guangdi could guess what Zhenyi was cursing.
For any military camp, the camp gate is a critical place, and no one can block it. These Mongols seem to have no concept of military discipline at all.
The frames began to leave one by one, the wheels clattering across the stone pavement. The men were scolding themselves and didn't even look at them when they passed near Yang Guangdi.
Yang Guangdi paid attention to Zhenyi next to him. Next to him, Mandar's voice was still high, and he was arguing fiercely with the Mongolian. The last carriage at the camp gate was setting off, and the groom was beating the pack horse, but the wheels seemed to be stuck.
Inside the ruts, even after pulling several times, the carriage could not start. Another groom was pushing the carriage hard, and the wheels moved upwards.
It fell back again.
Yang Guangdi saw more and more Qing troops at the camp gate, and several Qing troops appeared near the team, and his mouth suddenly felt dry.
At this time, Qin Jiuze in front got off his horse, walked over cursing, and after saying a few words to the groom, they pushed the other wheel together. Mandaler next to him roared, and the Qing army next to him took a step back and hit the wheel.
On Yang Guangdi's shoulder, Yang Guangdi quickly took a step back. At this time, Zhenyi turned his head and said something to the other Anqing cavalry in front, then
The few cavalrymen didn't know what he said and didn't respond to him. They turned their heads back. Mandar was arguing with the Mongolian man at the beginning and didn't notice it for a moment.
Zhenyi's eyes passed over the walking group and suddenly stopped on Mr. Qi. Mr. Qi lowered his head. Then Zhenyi slowly moved back and looked at the other people in the queue.
This Zhenyi was standing next to Yang Guangdi. Yang Guangdi had already felt his change. Although he buried his head, his eyes were fixed on the opponent's arm. Zhenyi's body turned slightly and he was still scanning the queue behind him.
Yang Guangdi's whole body tensed up, and there was a sudden pain in his right hand. Yang Guangdi immediately realized that the match had burned his fingers, and he loosened the match with a flick of his finger. The muscles on his face twitched, and his body couldn't help but tremble.
The body of Zhenyi next to him obviously turned towards him. Yang Guangdi couldn't help but look up. The Qing army happened to look over as well, his eyes full of surprise.
The eyes of the two people were stagnant for a moment, and the atmosphere seemed to be frozen. Yang Guangdi couldn't even feel his breathing or heartbeat. Finally, the Qing army opened his mouth. Yang Guangdi didn't think much, and turned around suddenly, holding the knife in his hand.
He slipped out from under his old robe and pierced Zhenyi's waist with a knife. The ranger pushing the cart rushed over and strangled the Qing army's neck. Zhenyi's mouth was wide open and he could not shout.
Come, it can only make a loud sound.
Mandar was leaning in this direction. When he saw this, he hugged the Mongolian man who was grabbing the cloth, yelled and dragged him towards the queue. The Mongolian man just thought that Mandar was going to beat him, and kicked him wildly.
Even yelling back.
The people who were watching outside were all focused on the noisy Mandal. When they saw the two men suddenly making a move, they were so frightened that they backed away and even let out a few screams.
The rangers near Yang Guangdi gathered around, blocking the outside view. Commander Qi also strangled the Meng Ren's neck and stabbed it in with a short knife. At this moment, the Meng Ren was horrified and twisted violently in the crowd.
Everything was silent, Yang Guangdi clung to Na Zhenyi's side, the dagger in his left hand was still on the opponent's waist, the warm liquid flowed along the back of his hand, and then down his wrist to his elbow, soaking into the cotton-padded clothes and dripping down.
stones on pavement
on the board.
The cotton coat around Zhenyi's waist was stained red with blood, and he was still shaking. The head of the ranger on the cart was on the other side, strangling Zhenyi's neck tightly. Zhenyi's mouth was open and he could no longer speak.
There was a sound. Yang Guangdi turned his head and glanced around nervously. There were figures of rangers nearby. They blocked the outside view. The figure of Mr. Qi was at Mandal's place, and he had just twisted Meng Ren's neck to a
Direction, Yang
Guangdi heard a slight scratching sound. Through the gap between the cavalry, Qin Jiuze pushed the wheel hard and pushed the wheel out of the rut together with the two Qing soldiers. The carriage finally began to leave slowly. The Qing soldiers driving the horses held the reins.
Leading the horse to the right side of the road, gradually
After giving way to the camp gate, the open north gate gradually appeared in front of him. From the side of the two cavalry in front, Yang Guangdi could see the tents in the martial arts field, as well as more than a dozen Qing troops in front of the door, including two
He seems to have noticed the chaos here and is looking away.
, pretending to come over.
The man in front of him softened, and blood was still flowing on his hand. Yang Guangdi took a breath, and then felt the burning pain coming from his right hand again, and quickly loosened the match rope.
Mandal stood up from the ground at this time, his hands covered with red blood.
"Get weapons!"
The voice of Mr. Qi came, and Yang Guangdi and the cart rangers both let go of their hands. Zhenyi's eyes widened, and his body was squeezed into the crowd. He was limp but unable to fall for a while. Yang Guangdi stretched out his bright red hand.
With his left hand, he reached out and lifted up the red quilt. The waist knife and the black Lumi gun lay quietly on the carriage. The ranger pushing the cart took the javelin first, and Mr. Qi also came to the carriage and took out a knife and stick.
Hold it in your hand,
Mandar looked ferocious, turned around and walked towards his mount.
The artillerymen at the rear took off the cannon and began to load the primer. The copper mouth of the filled copper pot hit the fire door, making a slight clang sound.
The queue in front moved. Mandar sat on the horse and headed straight for the camp gate. Yang Guangdi took the Rumi gun, held the match in front of him and blew a puff. The spark was very small, but Yang Guangdi suddenly felt less nervous.
, my hands didn’t tremble at all.
He blew on the match rope again, and the bright spots began to get bigger. He clamped the match rope firmly on the faucet and moved forward with the queue. The last carriage passed by the team with a gurgling sound, and the driver Meng Ren was still passing by.
I looked into the crowd and saw someone holding a weapon in the queue. I seemed to notice something was wrong, but I didn't understand what it was for the moment.
They didn't take a closer look at the situation and just walked past.
Qin Jiuze did not return to the queue, but stopped on the roadside ten steps away from the camp gate. He looked at the Qing army at the door with a leisurely expression. He put his left hand on the bow plug and quietly clamped the tail pole of an armor-piercing awl with his right fingers.
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General Chen Qi shouted from behind, "Artillery on board." Pushed by the four gunners, the artillery cart passed Yang Guangdi's left side and pushed towards the roadside. More than a dozen Qing troops at the door saw the cannon, and they were completely shocked.
I don’t understand what’s going on. Anqing’s small artillery places great emphasis on mobility and is large in appearance.
The small wheel tube is completely different from the small wheel large tube common in artillery at this time. The Qing army did not even distinguish whether this shape was an artillery or a carriage.
The small artillery moved to the side of the road and gained a firing range. The artillery crew immediately turned and aimed at the camp gate. There was a loud shout in the queue, and the walking team lifted up their old robes, revealing various sharp weapons. Qin Jiuze's left hand suddenly
Drawing out the step bow, he took out an armor-piercing awl with his right hand, quickly put it on the bowstring, and aimed it ten steps away.
The Qing army officer at the door quickly opened his bowstring.
Zeng dropped the total match rope towards the fire door on the barrel.
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Three miles away, more than 300 cavalry were waiting on the post road. The horses were on the outside and the soldiers stood on the inside to prevent the red uniforms from being too conspicuous.
Chen Rulie kept holding the telescope, and suddenly a cloud of white smoke exploded in the lens, and a moment later the sound of gunfire was heard in the distance.
Chen Rulie put away his telescope and waved to the team. Orders rang out from the queue. Without any delay, the cavalry of the first round began to set off.
They began to speed up from the start. Chen Rulie took Qian Zong's flag and trumpets and drums and merged into the queue for the second round.
The trumpet beside him sounded, and the queue accelerated again. The distance between the front and back quickly widened. The horse's back rose and fell as it ran. Chen Rulie's body rose and fell freely, as smoothly as if it were on the ground. The third trumpet sounded, and Chen Rulie shook the horse whip without him whipping it.
The horse started running spontaneously. The mane on the horse's head and neck was shaking, the cold wind was blowing on its face, and the black and white land on both sides of the post road was retreating rapidly.
, just like running towards the Tiger Bridge a few years ago, running at full speed without leaving any room.
The dense sound of hoofbeats was like muffled thunder in the sky. More than three hundred cavalrymen galloped at full speed, rushing towards Dong'a County like a long red dragon. The sound of the second cannon was heard, and was lost in the sound of rolling hoofbeats.