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On the south bank of the Daughter River, the officers and soldiers of the Left Wing Battalion of Shanhai Town were defeated. They armed with weapons and hacked and killed the civilian husbands and military strongmen who blocked the way in front of them, and rushed to flee.

Originally there were nearly 5000 people together with the civilian husband and army, but now driven by Qingqi, the fleeing army has become inhumane, and the rioters have become demons. They grabbed their companions in front and threw them back, hoping to stop Qingqi Chase the horse and win the chance to escape for yourself.

They were like ants that had exploded their nests, rushing around, rout soldiers, civilian husbands, and army strongmen scrambling and colliding with each other, and in some places they became congested.

They huddled together like that, they couldn't escape, they turned around and fought again, but they didn't have the courage!

But the Qing cavalry at the back seemed to be strolling leisurely. Seeing that the rout soldiers were slow to escape, they rushed forward and shot a wave of arrows.

Driven by the Qing cavalry, the rout soldiers in the back were even more frightened. All they thought about was to live a little longer, so they all squeezed forward desperately.

Ma Ke, the commander-in-chief of Shanhai Town, was standing on a chariot, looking at the scattered rioters and deserters in the west, feeling a sense of fear spontaneously.

Although it never occurred to him that He Youren's left-wing battalion was so weak, it was only a blink of an eye, how could it collapse like this?

He was dumbfounded, and only muttered in his mouth: "Hold it, you must... you must hold it for me!"

Suddenly, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he shouted in a cold and resolute tone: "Quick, all of you, stand up for me!"

He then shouted again: "Order Ma Zhiyong, if the defeated troops dare to attack the large formation of the Chinese army, shoot and kill them all!"

The soldiers who followed him did not dare to be negligent. As a veteran, he also knew that if the routs were allowed to attack the army formation, it would be the result of the rout of the entire army.

If that were the case, the entire Shanhai Town army would be considered finished. Even if the army that had already rushed to the northeast came back in time, or if the West Stone Gate was opened up, and the friendly troops from Ji Town rescued in time, then the loss of our own side would probably be counted at [-] to [-]%.

He rode his horse and rushed to send orders to Ma Zhiyong, and he heard Marco's hysterical roar: "Boom his mother, don't let the routs attack me!"

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At this time, Ma Zhiyong stared at the opposite side intently. Although the distance was only less than two miles away, it was as far away as thousands of miles to those rioters and defeated soldiers.

No matter how the hundreds of light cavalry sent by Ma Zhiyong drove them away, they were all single-minded, and they were sure that as long as they escaped into Ma Ke's army camp, they would be able to survive.

They rushed forward one by one like crazy, squeezing forward and pulling back was a mess.

Seeing this, Ma Zhiyong frowned deeply. He sighed, drew out his waist knife and raised it, and shouted: "Sharp the formation, prepare the artillery and firecrackers. Hurry up..."

Under his orders, the soldiers of the main barracks moved quickly. They moved the horses and sent them forward, and then moved the chariot back a certain distance, so that the horses were in front and the chariot line of defense was behind.

Re-formed a sharp formation with a sharp front and a wide rear, reducing its front to deal with the oncoming rioters and routs.

They are still surrounded by chariot formations, the first row inside them is a dense shield formation, the second row is equipped with firecrackers, the third row is cold killers with knives, axes and spears, and the last is a group Team Archers.

In addition, in the center of the sharp formation, Ma Ke's servant, Jingqi, was placed on standby.

The sharp formation has just been set up here, and in a blink of an eye, a tide of rioting people and rout soldiers have rushed screaming.

"The firecrackers are ready! The artillery is ready!" Ma Zhiyong shouted loudly. He raised his waist knife with his right hand, and was about to slash down in the air.

There was a sound of rattling, and the gunners behind the chariot and the gunners behind the first row of shields checked the loading of the lead wires and sub-powders, and were ready to shoot at any time.

Standing on the light chariot, Ma Ke looked at the hungry people fleeing howling like a frying pan, and vaguely heard their panicked shouts: "Help... Tartars... Tartars are killing people... Help..."

"Trash, He Youren is such a trash, he's a fucking trash!" Ma Ke cursed loudly.

Although his face was ashen and gloomy, he was planning a sinister plan in his heart, and his head was running at a high speed, calculating not a single detail.

After all, He Youren's Left Wing Battalion was a part of Shanhai Town, and now that it was about to collapse, he, as the commander-in-chief of Shanhai Town, naturally couldn't escape the guilt.

How can we put all the blame on He Youren?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but hated He Youren deeply again, and cursed in my heart: "Fuck you, you have never dealt with me on weekdays, and when you are dying, you come to trick me. Fuck..."

There was a glint of coldness in Ma Ke's eyes. He looked at the fleeing civilians and the rout of soldiers in the distance, and murmured: "It seems that I can only use you as a backing. I'm sorry, General He Shen! "

In fact, if He Youren's left-wing battalion is well-organized and can hold on for a while, Ma Ke will still lead the main battalion to reinforce it.

However, now that the Left Wing Battalion had completely collapsed, even if he sent reinforcements to rescue them, it would be of no avail, and it might even disrupt the formation of the left wing battalion's rebels.

But now that He Youren's Left Wing Battalion was defeated, if he himself suffered a small defeat, he could place all the blame on him, and on the rout of the Left Wing Battalion.

In this way, you may be able to take care of yourself alone!
He immediately shouted angrily: "I pass on my general's order, if the defeated soldiers and civilians dare to charge our army, they will shoot a volley of guns, bows and arrows. Don't tolerate it, and our division will be defeated."

But at this moment, an amazing scene appeared!

There seemed to be a commotion among the rioters fleeing here, and then there was a cloud of smoke and dust rising from the northwest direction, and the sound of horseshoes trampled on the ground could be faintly heard.

Under the oppression and driving of this team of elite cavalry, those disorderly people who were like headless chickens were immediately swept away, and their speed was also stagnated.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

There was a blast of firecrackers, and even Ma Zhiyong was startled trembling, he looked at the smoke rising in front of the rioters, and murmured: "The officers and soldiers from there are so fucking ruthless. "

The rioters were forced to stop by the cavalry of the Ming army rushing from nowhere, but the rioters and rout soldiers who came after them continued to surge up, and they were about to charge forward again.

A burst of three-eyed blunderbusses came, and the huge roar continued, and the gunpowder smoke rose, and the blunderbuss bullets fired from there were even more like the deadly red letter of the hell poisonous snake, and it would be bad if it stuck.

Squeezed forward and backward like this, the rioters at the head could only run forward while being pushed, unable to control themselves to stop at all.

However, they were also afraid of the devil-like cavalry in front, so they could only turn their bodies to the south and run away. The rioters and rout soldiers behind had no idea what was going on ahead.

At this moment, people's hearts were already in a state of panic, and they couldn't tell where the direction was. The people behind could only flee with the current in a daze. The fleeing army of thousands of people also turned to the southwest because of this.

Ma Ke, who was standing on the chariot, also saw this amazing scene, and he was full of doubts: "This is the official army, why did it suddenly appear here?"

"This...this...could it be...a foreshadowing laid by...Hong Duchen!"

Ma Zhiren couldn't understand this either. He spoke cautiously, fearing that he might make a mistake, so he squinted at Ma Ke's eyes as he spoke, and stuttered even his words.

Ma Ke also looked suspicious, but someone helped to drive the fleeing mob and soldiers aside. This was the ending he hoped for. As for who those people were, he didn't really care, since they wouldn't be enemies anyway.

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Ma Zhiyong was secretly happy that someone helped him to solve the worry of the chaotic army rushing into the battle. Although he was not sure which group of cavalry was on the opposite side, they were definitely friends rather than enemies.

At this time, I saw them about two hundred steps away, turning back and rushing towards me, and hurriedly shouted: "Everyone cheer up, the whole army is on alert, the entire army is on alert."

I saw that team of cavalry stopped about [-] paces away. At this time, the armor could be clearly seen. It was indeed the Ming army, but they were all disheveled, and they didn't have a banner, so they couldn't tell which one it was.

The two cavalry in the middle rushed forward and shouted loudly: "The cavalry under the command of General He Can of the Left Wing Battalion, please allow Marshal Ma to enter the camp."

Ma Zhiyong didn't know until now that He Youren led his subordinate Ding Jingqi to prevent the rout from attacking his own army. He originally intended to invite them into the camp, but he also knew that Ma Ke and He Youren had always been at odds, so he hesitated for a while.

After a while, he shouted: "Send an order, tell them to form a team on the north side of our army formation, and prepare to defend the Tartars together!"

He Youren didn't expect Ma Ke to allow him to lead his troops into the camp. The reason for this was just to make an appearance in front of everyone, so that Ma Ke could not prevent the rout of the army from rushing into the battle and hide it.

Seeing that He Youren didn't talk nonsense, Ma Zhiyong led the army north, feeling at ease, and then thought of sending someone to report the matter to Ma Ke.

But when the talents sent here left, the situation on the battlefield took a turn for the worse.

It turned out that the Mongolian light cavalry who had been chasing the rebellious army with cavalry and shooting all the time, caught up at some point. They rode their horses and shot indiscriminately, and immediately a large number of rebels fell to the ground and howled.

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still!
In front of the rioters fleeing towards the south of Ma Kezheng Barracks, heart-piercing cries sounded, and waves of Beiluli arrows were shot out, shooting down the rout soldiers and civilian husbands who fled ahead one after another.

And these people who were hit by arrows rarely died on the spot. They wailed and fell to the ground, and then countless people stepped on them, trampling them into a puddle of flesh.

Afterwards, those who ran to the front were hit by arrows again, screaming and rolling to the ground, and countless people stepped on them from behind...

This fear of death spread very quickly. Under the persecution of the Mongolian Qingqi, the rioting people and the defeated soldiers turned around and turned to the Ma Kezheng barracks.

On both sides are the sharp arrows of Mongolian light cavalry, and behind them are the heavy horses of the Tartars chasing and persecuting.

Unknowingly, it became a sharp weapon for the Tartars to attack the Marko army formation!
Seeing this scene, Ma Zhiyong naturally knew that this is not the time to talk about benevolence and righteousness. He hesitated a little, fearing that the thousands of soldiers behind him would all end up like the left battalion rout in front.

He slammed his arm down and shouted: "Fire, fire, fire."

"Boom...boom...boom..."

"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

The cannons on the chariots in front of the main barracks, and the firecrackers in the hands of the musketeers behind them, immediately crackled and fired. For a while, the gunpowder smoke filled the air and blocked the sight. Many soldiers were choked by the thick smoke from the inferior gunpowder burning. cough.

Although the blunderbuss cannons here were quite powerful, they did little damage to the rout of the rioters. Most of the artillery shot to the rear of the rioters, but the blunderbusses did not fire a volley, and the hit rate was extremely low.

In this way, it is natural that there is no way to deter the rioters and rout soldiers who rushed forward desperately. Driven by the sharp arrows of the Mongolian cavalry, they rushed towards the Ming army formation.

Especially those horses placed in front of the sharp formation are covered with all kinds of wounded and mutilated corpses, densely packed, this situation is really like Abi Purgatory.

They were all pushed forward by the people behind, screaming and being pushed forward step by step, and the sharp thorns of the repelling horses pierced their bodies, and finally hung on the repelling horses screaming Weeping endlessly.

The blood was like a river, filling the square inch in front of the sharp formation, but behind, there were still a large number of defeated soldiers and civilians, crowding towards this side like a nest.

Seeing this, Ma Zhiyong was also distraught, and he shouted: "Fire the arrows, let them go quickly. Don't let them rush into the formation!"

A sharp arrow flew up through the air, but the archers of Shanshan Navy were arranged at the back, which was not convenient for direct shooting, and most of them were not good at direct shooting, so they used projectiles.

In this way, it is natural that it cannot be compared with the sharp arrows of Mongolian Qingqi, and it cannot stop the rushing footsteps of the rebellious people and the rout soldiers.

Although those who fled to the front all saw the sharp spikes on the refusal horse of the main barracks, and the sharp arrows and spears hanging on them, they wanted to stop.

However, the rout of thousands of people at this time cannot be stopped if you want to. The people behind will naturally push their companions in front desperately and continue to move forward quickly.

The heavy cavalry of the Qing army kept chasing and hacking at the back, and those rout soldiers or civilian husbands only knew howling and fled forward desperately, not daring to turn back to resist at all.

They pushed the crowd forward like this, although the people in front were terrified, they just howled: "Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, dead people..."

However, their voices were completely covered by the cries and howls of the wounded. Even if they were not covered, the people behind all wanted to escape to the front, so that they would die for a while, and live for a while.

Who will heed their cries?

Ma Zhiyong has already made up his mind, even if he kills all these rebels, he will not allow his army to lose.

He yelled: "The swords and shields are in formation, and the spearmen step forward and unleash their guns. The whole army is on standby!"

For the rout soldiers who dared to rush into the formation, the soldiers of the Shanhai Navy in the sharp formation would never show mercy. They knew that if these rout soldiers broke up the army formation, none of them would be able to survive.

Dead Daoist friends do not die poor Daoists!
Even among these defeated soldiers from the left-wing battalion, there are some people who are acquainted with each other. They used to drink and chat together in the past, calling them brothers and sisters.

However, at this juncture of life and death, is it to kill someone else?Or die yourself?
Any soldier in the regular barracks knows how to choose!