The end of the Ming Dynasty swept the world

Chapter 41
When the Hou Jinjun fought hand-to-hand, they liked to throw things. This is what Ding Yi reminded everyone, and Zhang Jing also saw it with his own eyes.

Especially elites like white armor and red armor are accustomed to such skills.

Zhang Jing also saw Dogge doing this kind of thing, and he was very careful. When he saw someone throwing his hands away, he quickly lowered his head, bent over, squatted down, and pointed at the opposite leg by the way, and stabbed him with a long gun.

Puchi, a Ming soldier standing behind Zhang Jing was hit in the face by a hatchet, and immediately screamed and fell to the ground.

The second wave of the Ming army suffered a big loss.

Then came the brutal hand-to-hand combat.

Ding Yi's subordinates have only practiced for two or three days, and the spear formation is not rigorous enough. When they fight, most of them forget the training requirements.

When they fought Doge, they had bows and arrows and blunderbuss to help out, and the battle ended in a short time without revealing their weaknesses.

Without the help of bows and arrows, the battle would not end in a short time. As soon as the two sides fought in a melee, the Ming army quickly fought on their own, and they could not form a group at all.

However, the combat power of the Ming army was far from that of the Houjin army, and soon a large number of Ming troops were cut to the ground.

Zhang Jing's side had many people and many guns, and he stabbed a few young gold soldiers, but Naba Chihar was too fierce, basically killing a child with one knife, and he was invincible, and no one was his general.

Seeing that the Ming army was about to be defeated.

"Withdraw." Zhang Jing shouted, turned and ran.

The Ming army dispersed and ran back inside.

"Kill" Bachihar's killing instinct started, and after giving an order, the Jin army chased after him frantically.

At this time, there are about ten people in the Houjin army who followed him over the wall, and they have already broken in half.

In the battle of the Ming army just now, more than 40 people were killed, more than a dozen were killed, and more than 20 people ran frantically for their lives.

As soon as the two sides chased and fled, they saw that the Ming army in front suddenly ran in a column.

Bachihar saw that there was a long board laid on the ground in front of him.

All the Ming troops stepped on the board and ran in.

"Is there a pit below?" Bachihar understood it in an instant.

Sure enough, after Zhang Jing ran over, he turned his head and saw that there were two or three Ming soldiers behind him, but they were all surrounded by Tartars.

After a few screams, the last two or three Ming soldiers were cut down to the ground by the Hou Jin soldiers.

"Stop, stop, stop" Bachihar hurriedly called to stop, and the Jin soldiers stopped one after another, not daring to run forward.

He looked around, not knowing how long the pit was, and whether he could go around it.

At this time, Zhang Jing regrouped behind and looked behind him from time to time, obviously waiting for reinforcements.

The two sides were standing face to face at this moment, there was seven or eight meters of space between them, and Bachihar's men and horses did not dare to jump, so they could only stare at the Ming army with big eyes.

"Come on, come on." Zhang Jing also deliberately provoked them.

Bachihar was so angry, if he didn't have a hatchet on him, he would definitely give Zhang Jing a flying axe.

At this time, in the alleys on the right side of both sides, the sound of shouting and killing was soaring, the sound of guns and guns, and the sound of bowstrings continued. Brother in the middle, it's his turn to be unlucky.

"You, explore the way." Bachihar had no choice but to point at a golden soldier and walk forward.

After that, Jin Bing had a dark face, but he didn't dare to disobey his orders, so he gritted his teeth and walked forward carefully, stepping on the ground step by step.

When Zhang Jing saw it, he left without saying a word, turned around and ran away with the Ming army.

Bachihar was inexplicable.

I saw Zhang Jing and others lined up in a column again, followed the piece of wood that was dragged past just now, retreated seven or eight meters, and formed a line again.

After that, Jin Jun stepped on it a few times and seemed to be fine.

Then he became more courageous, took a few steps forward, and finally reached the place where Zhang Jing and the others were standing just now.

"Shameless, I was fooled." Bachihar was furious, being tricked by Zhang Jing, there was no trick at all.

But he didn't dare to be careless. Everyone lined up and walked along the road that he had just stepped on. Hou Jinbing walked to the position where Zhang Jing was standing just now.

It was hard to walk through.

But now the problem came again, Zhang Jing and the others were still walking on the plank just now, and now they are seven or eight meters away from Zhang Jing.

Is there a pit in the middle?
Ba Chihar looked at Zhang Jing very tangled, and in his heart he greeted the eighteenth generation of Ding Yi, the Ming army guard.

I have never seen such a dirty and shameless person.

"Hahaha." Zhang Jing and the Ming army on the opposite side laughed loudly: "Sure enough, he is a savage in the mountains, as stupid as a pig."

There were people around me who spoke the golden language after the meeting, and they said it several times in the golden language directly.

On the other side, Jin Jun yelled angrily, and all kinds of curses.

The two sides were shouting at each other with a distance of seven or eight meters, and the scene was extremely funny.

"Come on, kill this group of Ming dogs." Hou Jinbing couldn't help it, and was almost driven crazy by this group of Ming soldiers.

Bachihar is still very careful, Mingren is cunning and can't be fooled. The key is that he doesn't have many people around him now, so he can't use it to fill holes.

"You, go." He gritted his teeth, and still pointed to the back Jin Bing to try.

The man bit the bullet and tried again.

When Zhang Jing and others saw it, they scattered again, turned around and ran away.

They did this again, first passing the longboard behind in a column, then putting away the longboard, and putting the longboard seven or eight meters behind them, and so on.

As a result, there was no pit just now.

"Damn it." Bachihar was furious, and he was going to be driven mad by this Ming army.

He has been on the battlefield all his life, and he has always been brave and invincible. He has never been so aggrieved in fighting today, and he has been molested by the Ming army time and time again.

"Hahaha." The Ming army laughed, all kinds of ridicule, what kind of wild boar skin, stupid as a pig, uncivilized, all kinds of insults.

Finally, there is a post-gold vest that can't stand it.

"Kill." A vest was furious, and raised his knife.

The Ming army turned around and fled again.

He ran two meters forward, and sure enough there was no hole.

Did the Ming people play us again and again, treating us Daikin warriors as idiots?Bachihar finally couldn't bear it any longer: "Kill them."

The Hou Jin army couldn't bear it for a long time, shouted in unison, and rushed forward in a group.

When he rushed to five or six meters, he was about to catch up with the Ming army.

The Ming army in front of them was not in a column at this time.

It wasn't a column, which meant that there was no pit in front of them. Bachihar was so angry that he made up his mind that no matter what, he would catch up with them this time and kill them all.

at this time.

Crash, the ground collapsed violently.

Plop plop, the Hou Jin army rushing forward fell into the pit one after another.

"Ah." All kinds of screams and curses.

"Hiss..." Bachihar's eyes darkened and he almost fainted.

He was careful, he didn't run fast, and deliberately rushed to the end, so he braked in time and didn't fall in.

Originally, there were ten brothers beside him, but after a sudden rush, a total of seven Houjin warriors fell into Ming's trap.

For a moment, Ba Chihar, a dignified white-armored soldier, almost wanted to cry.

Since ancient times, wars between the world have been fought like this?

This wise man has absolutely no martial ethics.

(End of this chapter)