Reborn Regent of Ming Dynasty

The chief general who controls five thousand troops behaves like this, and the two newly released praise paintings are all stunned.

They are all very smart people. They know a thing or two about the military, political, military, valley, money, food, mountains and rivers, the history of the country, the legends of generals, legends, and even the customs of chieftains, but they have never seen a general like Chang Yuchun in the early days of the country. Can see you again today.

"Master Zhang, please slow down, please slow down!"

Urgent shouts came from the other side of the city gate.

A large green woolen sedan chair carried by eight people came in a row, the curtain of the sedan chair was opened, and the eight bearers were sweating profusely, obviously they had traveled a short distance. [

Beside the sedan chair was a young man wearing a general's attire. Judging from the crown and attire, he could be a member of the clan.

"Where is Mr. Zhang?"

When Zhang Bingwen got out of the sedan chair, he asked questions from left and right.

"left already."

"Ah!" Zhang Bingwen exclaimed very depressed, "I'm late!"

From a long distance, he could also see Zhang Shouren's heroic figure galloping wildly as he whipped his horse.After getting the news, Zhang Bingwen knew very well that his own face could not persuade Zhang Shouren not to attack, so he quickly sent someone to report to King De Chitose.

King De originally planned to summon Zhang Shouren tonight and give him a banquet, but he was shocked when he heard it, so he quickly sent Zhu En, the general of the clan and the country, to honor his king's order, rush to the city gate, and persuade Zhang Shouren not to waste money. attack.

As a result, it was too late.

"General Zhang really does what he says..."

Zhu Enshang didn't feel depressed at all, looking at the place where the smoke and dust gradually rose and the figures of people and horses gradually became smaller, his face also showed a pensive look.

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"boom!"

"Bang, bang!"

Just when the Qing soldiers were full of confidence and surrounded them to kill them, three Ming soldiers rushed over and pulled the trigger in their hands.

Everyone didn't ring the bell at first.

One click, two clicks, three clicks, the first two clicks didn't sound, the three musketeers were sweating in such a cold weather, and their cold fingers seemed to become hot.

If you can't hit it, the only sharp weapon you can rely on in your hand will lose its effect.

But these white-armored soldiers are definitely not something they can deal with by themselves. Even if the Ming army still has the numerical advantage, but the four white-armored freshmen rushed over to cooperate with the returned vests, chopping melons and vegetables. Several Fushan cavalry fell off their horses. [

If this situation continues, not only will they lose this battle, but they will also lose miserably.

Of course, for the Qing army, even the current result is a miserable victory for them.

"Dog Tartar, find me if you have the ability!"

Zhu Wangli had rushed over with all his might, but his back felt numb and damp. He knew that he must have been shot in the back by a tartar while he was waiting for that white armor to turn back on the ground. The strength in his body was constantly losing along with the blood. If he didn't treat the wound, he might bleed to death.

At this moment, gunfire rang out!

Three puffs of white smoke rose with the sound of the gun, and all three bullets just hit the target.

All hits!

The four Fushan cavalry in the middle formation and the three musketeers rushing over cheered together.

The three white armors were all hit at close range. Although the short firecracker is only half the size of the normal firecracker, the barrel is thicker and the sub-powder is larger. Even the ordinary Fushan firecracker does not use those soybean grains. Big and small projectiles, the projectiles of this horse gun are bigger, although the propellant charge is less, but when these projectiles are shot out with a scream, they still penetrate the iron armor of the three white armors, and the gunshot Afterwards, the three white armors were stunned at first, and then showed painful expressions on their faces. There was an obvious hole in the iron armor on their bodies. No matter how weak the penetrating power of the bullets was, at a distance of less than ten steps, they could still Very deadly!

Soon, blood gushed out from the wounds of the three white armors, and blood overflowed from the mouths and noses. The bullets did not penetrate the bodies of the three white armors, but hit them like a sledgehammer. They were beaten with such force that they suffered severe internal injuries, bleeding profusely from their noses and eyes, and they fell to the ground, twitching all over, and died soon.

"Han dog, Han dog...damn Han dog!"

The remaining few vests of the Qing army and the last white armor are crazy.

Although these white armors may not have the brave title of Batulu, they are all undoubtedly Batulu among the Eight Banners. Without extraordinary bravery and courage, it is absolutely impossible to enter the white armor.

But they didn't die in an open fight, but died in a sneak attack with firearms at close range!

A group of Qing troops went berserk and rushed towards the gathered Ming troops regardless of life or death.

The result is naturally self-evident. After Zhu Wangli caught up, the vest that had lost the white armor was no match at all. The horses on the side of Fushan preserved more stamina than those on the side of Fushan. Zhu Wangli and others will definitely not be able to catch up with them.

"Dog Tartar, bragging about his bravery, he escaped like a dog."

When they were fleeing, they heard such insults, those two Qing soldiers were afraid that they even wanted to die.

"Stop scolding."

When the two captive soldiers disappeared, Zhu Wangli asked someone to bandage himself, and cut off the head of the Qing soldier in front of him. At the same time, he gave up his tired horse, gathered the horse of the Tartar soldier, and put it on the saddle. He dug a big pit and buried his dead comrades shallowly.

If it is not buried, it will definitely be used by the Qing army to vent its hatred, or eaten by wild dogs.

Because the Qing army killed too many Han Chinese when they entered the country, now there are especially fat wild dogs eating with red eyes everywhere. Zhu Wangli and others have bumped into this kind of wild dog group several times, and they don't want their comrades to fall into the trap. In the mouths of these beasts. [

After the matter was settled, the wounds of several injured patients were also temporarily bandaged.

"six people……"

When everyone was heading towards Jinan, Zhu Wangli counted the number of people for the last time.Even including himself, there were only six people left.

31 people.

six people.

Thirteen of the opponent's 15 people died, and the number of deaths on his own side was almost double that of the opponent's.That's it, still a fluke.

Zhu Wangli rubbed the short-fire blunderbuss in his hand, stroked the bronze blunderbuss body, iron trigger, and hardwood blunderbuss handle.

Every detail is perfect without any flaws.

The shortcoming is that the ignition can not be successful once, or even two or three times, so the general office still regards this kind of horse gun as a test product, and has not sent it to the army.

But Zhu Wangli knew that the future of the cavalry team must be in his own hands, and also in these short but powerful short-fire guns!