The thunderous sound of cannons echoed throughout the martial arts arena.
There were loud screams outside the wall, and the horses neighed together. The captured people howled and fled, and the frightened mules and horses struggled desperately, causing the carriages to collide with each other. The martial arts arena was already in chaos, and the clothes were disheveled.
The Qing troops were fleeing in all directions, with jumping horses everywhere. Infantry rangers organized in small groups were attacking in different directions, slashing and killing the bewildered Qing troops.
The cavalry penetrated deep into the camp.
Mandar held the sword in his right hand and controlled the reins in his left hand as he galloped between the tents. He knocked down a Qing soldier in front of the south gate. Mandar pulled the reins slightly, and his mount turned into a passage to the south, heading east.
galloping.
Many Qing soldiers screamed in panic in the passage. Most of the Qing troops who rushed out were only wearing cotton-padded clothes. Some were carrying waist knives, and some only had bows without arrows. A few people put on helmets in a hurry and were helpless in the passage.
Mandar pinched the horse's belly and clenched the waist knife with his right hand. Suddenly, the tent on the right front opened, and a disheveled Qing soldier rushed out without even wearing a hat. Mandar came to him in an instant. The Qing soldier saw
When Manda was running here
He looked frightened and confused, not understanding the situation at all.
In a hurry, Mandar put his right hand flat, and his mount passed in front of the Qing army. The handle of the knife in his hand felt blocked. Mandar's wrist used force to maintain the angle of the blade. The man and horse passed by each other in an instant, and the sword passed through the Qing army.
On the chest, the blade driven by the high-speed running horse was extremely sharp. The cloth was instantly cut under the blade, and the cotton crumbs were mixed with blood drops, flying from left to right along with the blade.
and came out, leaving a long and deep wound. The scream fell behind the horse, and Mandar screamed strangely in the wind. The mount quickly passed another Qing soldier in front, and Mandar skillfully moved to the right.
He leaned down, swung his sword lightly, and with a soft hiss, the blade passed from the Qing army's neck.
As he passed by, Mandarer and his horse flashed past.
The body of the Qing soldier was tilted by the blade. Before he could stand still, blood stains appeared on his neck. The nearby Qing soldier screamed in panic. At this time, Mandar was already twenty steps away. Another Qing soldier's body was scratched.
The neck, this time cut to the neck bone, the blade of Mandal's waist knife broke into two gaps, and then he found a Qing soldier in front of him pulling his bow, he immediately pulled the reins and turned, turned north and entered a tent.
The Qing army drawing their bows immediately disappeared from sight.
There are also tents on both sides of this passage, and there are several bonfires emitting white smoke. Most of the Qing soldiers here are carrying weapons. A Qing soldier who looks like an officer is greeting the men. He hangs a bow on his waist and shoots a group of soldiers.
The Tatars roared. These Qing troops were in a very embarrassed state. Several of them had no weapons. Some were helping others put on their cotton armor. Half of them even had bare heads and didn't even have time to put on their helmets. A few of them saw Mandar riding a horse, but
No one has time for this
The Mongolians in fur coats were each busy with their own affairs.
The officer turned his back to Mandar, and two Qing soldiers in front of him were holding up a piece of silver-white armor and were about to help him put it on. Mandar looked back and saw that the Qing soldier who was drawing the bow hadn't followed him yet.
He inserted the sword back into his waist and took out the bow with his left hand. He controlled the horse with both legs and reached between the two tents. The Tatar officer had just raised his hand to pierce the armor. Mandar drew an arrow with his right hand and stood up suddenly in the stirrup.
The bow was quickly drawn, and in the rush, only two or three of the Qing soldiers discovered it. Before they had time to react, a light arrow had already left the bow and plunged into the Qing officer's back with a pop.
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Mandar didn't have time to see the effect, so he turned his horse's belly between the two tents, and the Qing army's screams and roars were separated by the tents.
After passing through the two tents and coming out, Mandar took the reins to the left and hit the horse's butt with his bow. The horse immediately accelerated and the Qing army that was chasing them was left far behind.
After turning another corner, no one of the Qing soldiers they encountered knew what Mandal had done. Mandal went on a rampage, slashing and killing all the way, and from time to time he leaned over and used his sword to fly away the burning bonfires.
Suddenly his vision was empty, and he had rushed out of the tent area. The east side of the martial arts arena was filled with dense horses.
There were shouts of killing Zhentian around the north gate. There were also Qing troops near the racecourse, but they were also in a state of panic. There was also a Qing soldier standing among the horses and shouting at Mandarer, asking him about his situation.
Mandar didn't say anything, jumped off his horse and walked into the group of horses. The Qing soldier looked at him blankly. Mandar came in front of him and stabbed the Qing soldier in the abdomen.
The Qing army was unprepared and stared wide-eyed. Mandar struck him with another knife, then drew out his sword and turned around to leave. The Qing army screamed loudly behind him.
Mandar ran back to his horse. Several fires had started in the tent area. Mandar didn't have time to look at it. He jumped on the horse and rushed back towards the north gate. On the way, he met two other rangers on horseback.
The Qing troops along the way were horrified, scurrying around like headless flies in the camp. Mandaler, who was flying by, easily killed two people. A moment later, he saw a group of rangers fighting on foot.
They had already penetrated deep into the martial arts arena, and the ground behind them was littered with corpses of Qing soldiers. Mandarer ran past the rangers without slowing down, and the nearest ranger suddenly raised his sword and stick in the direction of Mandarer.
Rushing forward, Mandar subconsciously turned the horse's head to the right, and struck the knife and stick from top to bottom, carrying the wind.
It passed by the horse's head with a whir, and hit the floor with a bang.
Mandar broke out into a cold sweat, and the horse quickly ran past the ranger. Mandar took two breaths and returned to the north gate.
There were not many rangers at the door. Four artillerymen were pushing the artillery cart heading south. Two or three rangers on foot were nearby. When they saw the people on horseback, they immediately turned around and pointed their weapons at Mandal.
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Mandarer was in shock and did not dare to stay here. He hurriedly accelerated his horse and passed by the north gate when he happened to see Yang Guangdi's figure.
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Yang Guangdi chewed half of the match rope and ran through the camp gate. Someone flashed past on horseback in front of him. Yang Guangdi lowered his head to reload, but did not recognize who it was.
His first shot was aimed at a Qing soldier who appeared on the right side of the queue. It was fired almost simultaneously with the artillery. Then the crowd was in chaos. It was not known whether the Qing soldier was killed.
The queue of Rangers had already swarmed in, and Yang Guangdi stopped in place to reload. After the Rangers passed, fleeing crowds and vehicle frames poured into the road, blocking Yang Guangdi from behind.
Yang Guang first reloaded while avoiding the situation. His waist knife was knocked off, his match rope was knocked down several times by the fleeing people, and his lead bullets were also dropped twice. He fell at the end of the queue. When he arrived in front of the north gate, there were only a few people left nearby.
The rangers who killed the grooms. The shouts of killing were loud in the martial arts arena. Several plumes of black smoke rose from the east side. Blood flowed all over the stone slab of the north gate. The bodies of several Qing soldiers lay in a pool of blood. The Qing soldier
The military officer's eyes were wide-eyed. He was lying face up on the ground with his heart inserted.
Looking at the thick armor-piercing cone. There was a blast of artillery, and Yang Guangdi shook his body. He looked up and saw the artillery team more than 20 steps ahead. They had just completed a firing. The white smoke of the artillery shells floated from south to north, thick and thick.
The smell of gunpowder smoke passed by, and several artillerymen repeatedly shouted
Shouting the command.
"The shotgun is loaded!" Yang Guangdi said in a hurry, while loading the primer. In the rush, a lot of primer was scattered, and Yang Guangdi didn't care about it. After covering the fire door, he carefully
The match rope was taken out of his mouth and clamped to the faucet rod. The musket
Finally regained his fighting ability.
Yang Guangdi did not open the fire door cover to avoid accidentally firing. He ran a few steps and gradually approached the four-man gun crew. Since it was a temporarily planned sneak attack, the pre-battle briefing was very hasty. Chen Rulie asked the rangers to break through the north gate.
Split the attack to expand the effect of the sneak attack, prevent the Qing army from gathering, and leave a small team to cooperate with the artillery team to guard the north gate and protect the
Make sure the north gate is clear.
At that time, Yang Guangdi felt that there were too few people guarding the north gate, but now the north gate was empty. Even the artillery crews were walking south, and there were only three infantry rangers around him. Yang Guangdi didn't know that the others were running away.
Where did he go? The attacking Ranger team could be seen in the tent. Some figures of the Qing army were scurrying in and out nearby. Yang Guang failed to aim the second time he raised his gun, so he had to put it down and continue to move forward. Two figures on horseback.
Flashing ahead, Yang Guangdi immediately
With the gun raised, the rider had already passed through the passage and disappeared behind a row of tents before he could distinguish friend from foe.
Yang Guangdi took a breath and saw from the corner of his eye that the match rope was shortened. Just as he lowered the gun body, a figure suddenly appeared from the tent next to him, and he was almost in front of Yang Guangdi's eyes when he came out.
The two of them were stunned at the same time, with their bare blue scalp, a few scattered beards on their lips, and their slender eyes filled with panic and ferocity.
Yang Guangdi didn't think at all. As he turned the muzzle of the gun, he flicked the fire door with his fingers, and then pulled the plate hook with his index finger.
With a shake in his hand, the white smoke from Huomen hit Yang Guangdi's face from bottom to top, and the Qing army was drowned in the smoke from the gun muzzle.
The Qing army shouted and rushed over, slashing head-on with the sword in their hands. Yang Guangdi raised the Lumi gun horizontally, just blocking the blade. The Tatar held the Rumi gun with his left hand, retracted the waist sword with his right hand, and stabbed him from under the Rumi gun.
come over.
Yang Guangdi was caught off guard and had no other weapons on him. He quickly threw away the Rumi gun and took a step back. At this time, two Qing soldiers appeared in the tent. Yang Guangdi turned around and ran away, while loudly reminding the artillery crew in front. The artillery crew stopped.
After landing, the muzzle of the cannon turned towards the north. Yang Guangdi was also in front of the muzzle. He heard the footsteps chasing behind him and saw the man in front of him who was holding the match rope towards the fire door. He couldn't help but run wildly.
He just crossed the muzzle
, he heard a roar next to him. Yang Guangdi turned around and looked back. White smoke filled the air in front of the muzzle. The limbs of the Qing soldier in front were scattered all over the ground. The wooden butt of the Lumi gun was beaten to pieces, and the waist knife fell to the ground.
Next to him, only half of it was left, and the abdomen of a Qing soldier behind him
His intestines leaked out, and he moaned in pain on the ground. The last Qing soldier stumbled back to the tent area. Yang Guangdi gasped violently, and Zeng General ignored him. They did not reload this time, but they still turned around and pushed the artillery cart.
Going south, Yang Guangdi stayed for a moment before getting up, picked up a broken line gun on the ground, and continued forward with the artillery crew.
Enter. As he walked, he looked back at the north gate. The avenue outside the north gate was full of livestock and carriages. Several people were struggling to drag cattle. Two Qing soldiers ran out of the door and disappeared between the carriages.
Not a single Ranger guard was seen, nor
I want to know if the cavalry led by Mr. Chen Qian has arrived.
Yang Guangdi did not dare to stay, so he could only follow the artillery team. His eyes kept moving, scanning everything nearby. Not far ahead was the south gate. They had penetrated the martial arts field. There were no rangers blocking the south gate.
, Qing troops appeared from the tents from time to time, either on foot or on horseback, running out of the south gate and turning to the west. Not far from the south gate was the Dong'a City Wall. There were gongs on the wall and many figures stood in front of the crenellations.
see.
The artillery crew stopped, and General Zeng reached out and touched the barrel of the gun, but he pulled it back as if he was electrocuted.
He waved his hand, and the gun cleaner put his broom into the muzzle of the gun, and white smoke came out of it. Other artillerymen picked up the snow from the roadside and spread it directly on the gun barrel, where it quickly began to melt.
Zeng Baizong kept his eyes on the south gate, where more and more Qing troops were escaping.
Finally he said calmly, "Reload!"
The gunner stopped cooling the barrel, the loader took a shell from his back, and several gunners started to fix the process again, shouting orders loudly.
Yang Guangdi held the line gun in his hand and scanned the surroundings vigilantly. Black smoke rose from both the east and west sides of the martial arts arena, and the fierce shouts of killing were deafening.
Seven or eight Qing troops on horseback escaped from the tents on the west side. They immediately turned to the south gate and turned their backs towards the muzzle of the cannon. The artillery crew moved quickly, and despite his busy schedule, Yang Guangdi followed in a low voice, "All the shotguns are gone."