Anti Qing

Chapter 5 Poisonous Fire
"There is an ambush!"

Only then did Liu Fangliang realize that he hadn't misread the flash of the knife light that flashed across the bottom of the ditch just now.

"Brothers, follow me on the horse!"

With an order, hundreds of veterans got on their horses one after another, the sabers in their hands gleaming coldly.

A large yellow dragon banner was raised suddenly, and countless Qing soldiers crawled out like ants from the gully that was empty just now, all of them were vicious and extremely angry!
Li Zijing looked at this scene, his heart trembled.

In the past, I have seen many battle scenes with huge crowds of people in film and television dramas, but no matter how many times I have seen it, it is not as shocking as this personal experience.

When the Qing army discovered that the ambush was exposed, they immediately climbed up the ditch, and did not give the hesitant Liu Fangliang too much time to investigate, and they were already there in a blink of an eye.

The front was originally the old battalion of the Dashun Army, which was on the right wing, and had already joined the battle with the Qing army.

Fortunately, Li Zijing reminded them early, so that the right-wing Dashun veterans were not caught off guard by the Qing army crawling to their feet without any preparation.

Swords, swords and shadows, people collided fiercely with each other.

After every breath, there are fresh human lives lying in a pool of blood, never able to stand up again.

On the ditch that was still so quiet just now, the shouts of killing were already deafening.

Even Li Zijing's horse, holding the rein with one hand, became restless.

The horse's neck was thrown back vigorously, its front hooves rubbed against it and lifted up, its eyes were rolled up, it stared wide open, its nose was humming and trembling!

"Sorry-"

Hearing the continuous screams in his ears, Li Zijing's mind went blank, he held the rein tightly with one hand, his legs weakened unconsciously and retreated.

The knowledge of historical materials learned by later generations can help Li Zijing predict the enemy first, but it cannot help him kill the enemy face to face.

On a real and cruel battlefield, even the Yanling Saber held tightly in his hand failed to provide any sense of security.

Li Zijing had no idea whether he could defeat these wolf-like Qing soldiers.

At this time, there was only one thought in his mind - regret!
Why did I want to get involved? I ran away and lived in seclusion in the deep mountains and old forests. Even if I was caught and executed by Kangxi in the end, it would be better than dying on the battlefield now.

People want to be warm when they are cold, but when they are too hot, they feel that death from cold is better than death from heat.

The endless sense of fear has completely overwhelmed Li Zijing, and all his bold words have been forgotten.

Li Zijing, who had never killed a chicken in later generations, had no choice but to be like those old battalions. Without a word, he rushed into the crowd with a knife and fought with the Qing soldiers.

As soon as the thought of retreating before the battle comes up, there is a feeling that the world is wide open in an instant.

The sky is big and the earth is big, there is nowhere to hide, why do you have to fight against the Qing Dynasty?
"It's all Manchurian soldiers!"

At about the time of the fight, the right-wing Dashun old battalion showed signs of retreating, and the casualties were obviously not proportional to the Qing soldiers.

Someone turned his head and yelled, trying to remind the rear, but was knocked down in front of Li Zijing in the blink of an eye.

I saw him lying limply in a pool of blood, convulsing uncontrollably all over his body, before he was completely dead, he was trampled into a pulp by the swarming Qing soldiers.

Manchurian soldiers were originally called Jurchens.

There have always been rumors in the Ming army that the Jurchens are dissatisfied and invincible. Many of the Dashun army used to be Ming soldiers, and they were defeated all the way, and they were overwhelmed by these Manchurian soldiers.

The quality of the old battalion is not much worse than that of the Manchurian soldiers, but the armor and weapons are worlds apart, and the fighting spirit is not high.

The old battalion of Dashun was just uniformed with cotton armor and arrow clothing, but the Manchu soldiers in ambush here were all surrounded by heavy armor, only showing a pair of chilling eyes.

The Yanling Saber in Lao Ying's hand slashed at the Manchu soldiers' chests, and often it could only bring out a streak of sparks, and the damage it could cause was very limited. To gain the upper hand, it required very skilled skills.

All those lying in ambush under the gully were the Manchurian guards, the most elite of the Eight Banners.

Li Zijing's breathing quickened suddenly, and his eyes flicked across the bloody battlefield, but he inadvertently looked at a Manchurian soldier not far away.

After several fights, the iron helmet on the Manchu soldier's head was gone, and the disgusting money rat tail was on the back of his head. His braids were stained black with blood, and he was wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand.

As if aware of something, the Manchu soldier suddenly raised his head, stared at Li Zijing and smiled ferociously.

A murderous aura rushed towards his face, Li Zijing couldn't bring himself to fight with such a desperado with his life, turned around and was about to run away, but was entangled by vines under his feet and fell to the ground.

Li Zijing turned around and searched again, but was horrified to find that the Manchurian soldier just now had disappeared into the crowd.

Liu Fangliang narrowed his eyes slightly, tightly holding the saber in his hand.

He didn't expect that this little King Chuang, who had never experienced any battles, would be able to know the location of the Qing army's ambush in advance.

Sitting on the horse, Liu Fangliang looked at Li Zijing who was about to escape in a panic, shook his head slightly, and leaned over to give an order to an old camper.

Then he urged his mount, raised his knife and shouted.

"Kill the dog!"

The horse's hooves stepped on the loess, and Liu Fangliang held the reins with one hand, letting the strong wind like a blade blow the sand on his face, and led the old battalion of fine riders to quickly form a riding formation.

The fine cavalry of the old battalion of Dashun once used this cavalry tactic to defeat countless Ming armies in the Central Plains.

They went uphill from the left, and then, like a monstrous wave that opened the gate, they poured down and hit the flank of the Qing army.

No matter how thick the armor was, it couldn't resist the charge of the cavalry like a wall. Although there were only a few hundred fine cavalry, the lethality of crashing into the crowd was still enough to destroy the formation.

What's more, the Qing army was discovered in an ambush and had to attack in advance. There were still many people at the bottom of the ditch who failed to climb up in time, and there was no formation at all in a hurry.

The Qing army on the most flank turned around, and was soon entangled by the walking Dashun old battalion in the front. They turned around and fought for a while, and the old battalion's elite cavalry on the side followed closely.

Qingqi Kuaisao, but with the force of the horse's impact, it is powerful and heavy.

Muffled groans and wailing sounds suddenly sounded.

Some Qing soldiers were caught off guard, and were directly knocked into the air a few steps away. They slammed into the Qing soldiers who had just climbed up the gully, and rolled down together.

But at the same time, more and more Qing soldiers climbed up the gully and filled it.

"kill!!"

Liu Fangliang had already replaced the saber in his hand with an iron spear when charging, rushed into the crowd first, shot the Qing soldiers away, and then looked to the bottom of the gully.

At the bottom of the gully under the Niutou Plateau, dozens of Qing soldiers in heavy armor are still climbing slowly.

Liu Fangliang understood that the number of Qing soldiers ambushing here was not large, probably only a few hundred, but their ability to kill in close combat was extremely strong, and these Qing soldiers could not be allowed to climb up to the top of the slope calmly.

We have to find a way to get rid of the Qing army who haven't climbed up yet!
It suddenly occurred to him that Li Zijing had brought a lot of firearms with him during the camp robbery, which just happened to come in handy.

The so-called Thunderbolt Cannon is similar in shape to a small mountain cannon, which can be used by one person in arms, and can also be used by one person when encountering an enemy.

Rather than calling it a cannon, it is more appropriate to say that it is a paper ball that can be thrown by one person. The paper roll is a tube, the same size as a bowl, and the gunpowder is hidden in it. When it is thrown to the ground, it will explode. stronghold.

Both of these are artifacts used by Qi's army to rob camps.

"Throw!!!"

Liu Fangliang held an unblocked cannon hanging beside the saddle in his hand, weighed it, and threw it down the ditch.

The elite cavalry of the old battalion were not fond of fighting, so they pulled up their horses and left. The Qing army was wearing heavy armor, and the Dashun army on foot was fighting behind them. After a few steps, they returned.

On the way of withdrawing, the old battalion elite riders also took out paper balls and threw them down towards the gully like raindrops.

The paper ball was thrown down the slope, hit a boulder and exploded, splitting into several strands like a flowering bomb. Although the movement was loud, it was bounced off when it hit the armor of the Qing army, and it could not cause any damage at all.

Liu Fangliang frowned, and he who had no hope for the imperial firearms, now sneered all over his face.

"Control the general!"

Just as Liu Fangliang turned his head, he heard a call, turned around and looked, his face was full of shock.

The reason why the non-blocking cannon was dubbed as an artifact to rob the camp by the Ming army in the book of war is precisely because its power is not comparable to ordinary firearms.

The real purpose of the paper ball explosion is not to hurt people with flames, but to be flammable everywhere.

The fireball was bounced off by the armor of the Qing army, but it quickly ignited the vines and withered grass that can be seen everywhere at the bottom of the slope, forming a poisonous miasma.

Dozens of unblocked cannons fell down, and the fire broke out rapidly. At this time, the Qing army at the bottom of the ditch also realized that something was wrong, and began to fight the fire.

If they failed to put out the fire, they would shoot arrows straight up and yell curses in Manchu.

After all, there is a certain distance up the gully, and the Qing army mostly used hard bows, which were good for direct shooting. The Dashun cavalry threw unblocked cannons on the top of the slope, which had a natural advantage, and only needed a little dodge.

Since the terrain of the gully was sunken downwards, the miasma was not easy to disperse. No matter how hard the Qing soldiers tried, the fire did not decrease but increased. As a result, the miasma spread rapidly, and dozens of Qing troops at the bottom of the slope were quickly engulfed in it.

The Qing soldiers who smelled the miasma were all weak in their hands and feet, and their minds were dizzy. No matter how powerful their hands were, they could not grasp the slope.

Those filthy Manchurian words just now gradually turned into miserable and desperate wails before dying.

Liu Fangliang was very pleasantly surprised. He could tell that even if the Qing soldiers at the bottom of the ditch were not poisoned immediately, they would not pose any threat to him.

What awaits them is to be burned alive!

(End of this chapter)