Ancestors, please don't crawl out again.

Chapter 41 Dog, Dog Slave

Nearly 3,000 Qing cavalrymen, arguably the strongest force at the moment, were becoming fewer and fewer in the trap of firepower.

And the running is slower and slower.

Because these square formations are arranged in an interlaced manner along the river.

There is one on the left bank of the river and one on the right bank, and so on.

Therefore, the distance that the Qing cavalry had to run was not just twenty miles. They had to constantly bypass one phalanx after another. During the bypass, they not only had to face the firepower of the phalanx in front, but also the firepower of the phalanxes on the sides and rear.

Because they never dared to charge directly into the phalanx, and they had no long-range attack weapons, the Ming army infantry did not even suffer any casualties on the battlefield...

Of course, there are still cases of muskets exploding.

After all, no matter how good the quality requirements are, this kind of thing cannot be completely eliminated.

The only thing these musketeers needed to do was to stand there calmly and repeat the actions of loading, aiming and firing.

Then, they continuously fired at the Qing troops passing by them, dozens, or at most a hundred meters ahead. The sheer number of bullets and the overlapping lateral movements made it nearly impossible for their bullets to miss unless they hit the sky or the ground. Even if they missed their target, they could still hit the enemy on the other side. It was undeniable that these Ming soldiers now felt like the Qi family army had crushed the Japanese pirates. It could be said that their tactics and weapons, which were like cheating, had turned the battle into a one-sided crushing defeat.

When the remaining less than 500 Qing troops finally passed through this long fire trap, what appeared before them was a scene that made them even more desperate.

Countless Ming troops.

Although they were not musketeers like before, they had despairing numbers.

Moreover, troops were still pouring in from the mountain pass in the north, like a flood gushing out of a sluice gate. All of them were covered in dust from the long march, and each of them was carrying a spear and a three-barreled gun.

There were even some carrying artillery...

After all, the smallest French rifle weighed only 70 kilograms, not much different from the Maxim, and four soldiers could easily carry it like carrying the Maxim, and then march like light infantry. These soldiers who passed through the mountain pass directly found gaps in the river valley to form a battle array. The spearmen held eight-foot-long spears in their hands, forming a dense forest. In front of them were lined up three-barreled guns, bird guns, dove guns, and even small cannons responsible for shooting. The soldiers all looked at the dumbfounded Qing army with expectant eyes.

Even eager.

It was as if I was watching countless people coming to give me money and land.

Finally, filled with grief and indignation, the brave warriors of the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty launched a desperate charge towards them.

As for the results...

Of course, they were all strung on a bunch of eight-foot-long spears.

If they still had bows and arrows, they might be able to fight fiercely, but they only had two-meter-long spears and short weapons, and the only result they could get was being strangled by these eight-meter-long spears.

The small square formations behind them had already disbanded and turned into marching columns, continuing to press towards Ge Gong's Qing army to the sound of war drums.

As for the latter...

The latter rushed towards Jiande in despair.

After all, they have nowhere else to escape.

The Qing army is now a loose sand and is rushing around like headless flies, and it would be fine if they die wherever they crash into the enemy.

To the east was Maxim, to the north were people lined up for execution, to the south were over half a million young men, and the latter would have trampled them to death, to the west...

They couldn't reach Jiande even if they went west.

Cai Ling.

"If we still had arrows, why would our Eight Banners warriors be in this state?"

Yang Feng had been looking for Ajige, the great Qing Dynasty demon-suppressing general, who was standing in the mountains, watching the Eight Banners warriors collapse on the mountain road.

The latter was being beaten by the mountain people.

This is the main mountain road leading to Jiande. However, they had not taken this route when attacking Jiande before. They had previously drifted down a small river from the south of Jiande, but they took this route when they escaped. Ajige had actually been hiding in Gegong. With his experience, he certainly knew that going to Jiangxi was impossible. The only options left were to return to Shidai and head south to Huizhou, or to open Jiande westward and then find a way along the Yangtze River. Gegong was the intersection that served both routes.

But returning to Shidai was no longer possible. The only way was to go back and reopen Jiande, control it for a short period of time, then build a raft and drift downstream. Maybe there would be a glimmer of hope if they went out to the east and into the Yangtze River.

Of course, this is pure fantasy, but things have come to this point, what else can they do besides fantasize?
If you don't fantasize, you have to face reality, and reality is despairing. What's wrong with using fantasy to numb yourself?
But the fantasy is gone.

At this moment, on this same stone-paved mountain road, the warriors of the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty were being chased and attacked by the mountain people. The latter wielded javelins, tiger-shooting crossbows, and slingshots from above, attacking the Qing army from above. The mountain people, each holding a three-pronged pitchfork, bravely charged down. The warriors of the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty could only flee in panic along the mountain road, only to be caught up and pinned to the ground by the three-pronged pitchforks, or even pierced in the face by poisonous arrows from the tiger-shooting crossbows. Furthermore, there were Ming troops on the mountain, their bird guns in their hands also firing continuously. Pieces of rocks pushed down from the mountain road hit the fleeing Eight Banners warriors, sending them tumbling down the mountain road.

Those mountain hunters can walk on such mountain roads as if they were flat ground, but the warriors of the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty don’t have this ability.

Without arrows, they had quickly degenerated into a group of useless people who could be beaten by anyone...

Of course, the main thing is that the soul is gone.

Hong Chengchou beside Ajige sighed slightly. He had seen this scene countless times in the Ming Dynasty's official army.

This is an army that is reduced to a shell.

Even the body is almost gone.

They were still stronger than these mountain people, and they were still well-equipped. After all, the armor they wore was not comparable to that of the mountain people who only had shields. But even so, they did not dare to fight, just like the government troops who almost collapsed at the first touch when facing bandits.

They are not fighting.

They were nothing more than the walking dead, numb in despair. Their spears thrust feebly, their swords swung as if they were about to drop from their hands at any moment. Though they were veterans of countless battles, possessing immense experience in slaughter, each with hundreds of lives to their credit, they now seemed as feeble as a feeble scholar, powerless to the point of tying up a chicken. Their spirits were gone. Failure, despair, and an enemy so terrifying they had driven them to despair had finally shattered their morale. They were now nothing more than a group of walking corpses, awaiting a demise they knew only too well.

It can be said that this army has been completely ruined. Even if they can escape, they will be a bunch of trash.

"Your Highness, let's go quickly. As long as we can get to the river, we will always find a way to cross it."

He said.

"It's all because of you, my father, that I'm trapped here. I'm going to kill you first today."

Ajige's son Fulehe finally exploded, grabbed his clothes, slapped him in the face, kicked him to the ground, and was about to draw his sword.

"Asshole, don't be rude!"

Ajige said angrily.

Then he stepped forward and helped Hong Chengchou up.

"Mr. Hong, please forgive me. This bastard is ignorant."

He said.

"Your Highness, what the Duke of Zhenguo said is true. It's all because of your incompetence."

Hong Chengchou spoke somewhat incoherently with his face swelling rapidly.

There was blood coming out of his mouth while he was talking.

Of course, this really can't be blamed on him. His plans were fine at every step, but the problem was that they were always ruined by unexpected things.

No matter how carefully he planned, he never thought that a monster would emerge from the Yangtze River. He also didn't expect that a group of unruly people could block the 100,000-strong Qing army, and he never thought that a fire-breathing monster would emerge from the mountains. Of course, to be precise, he didn't expect that the demon would be so ferocious. His IQ was enough, but the problem was that he always encountered cheaters who ruined his plans. No matter how perfectly he built the building blocks, he couldn't withstand a kick from a naughty kid!

As for Ajige...

If he killed Hong Chengchou now, he wouldn't be able to cross the river, let alone see the Yangtze River. They were a group of people who were unfamiliar with the place and wanted to escape, so they had to rely on Hong Chengchou.

Even if we want to kill him, we have to get to the Yangtze River first.

however……

"The demon is coming!"

An officer suddenly shouted.

They immediately looked up at the sky and saw a golden figure appear in the north, moving quickly towards their heads.

"Your Highness, there is a cave ahead. Let's hide there first and leave after dark!"

Hong Chengchou said.

"quick!"

Ajige said anxiously.

He was really scared. He was still wearing a piece of clothing from the Bordered Yellow Banner, and it was obviously tattered. In fact, it was stripped from a Bordered Yellow Banner bondservant. The people around him were also wearing tattered clothes from other banners except the two White Banners. They looked like a group of defeated soldiers. This was their main way to deal with the monster at present.

After all, no matter how bored the demon was, he would not attack dozens of defeated soldiers.

They looked in horror at the demon in the sky, which was already circling like an eagle ready to hunt, searching for someone worthy of its attack below.

But apparently not.

There were defeated Qing soldiers everywhere, young and strong men being hunted down everywhere, and killing was constant in the mountains and forests.

Moreover, the main force of the Ming army from the north was already pressing forward. Smoke could be seen everywhere, and they were using firepower to push forward.

At this time, a cave appeared. There was actually a karst cave here. Although it was not a large one, Hong Chengchou, who had visited this area before, really brought them to a small-looking karst cave...

"My Lord, come in quickly!"

Hong Chengchou stood in the cave and shouted anxiously.

At the same time he looked up at the sky.

Ajige hurried into the cave, followed by his son, and then the dozens of generals who followed him. Their fear of the demon made them think nothing about it, and no one noticed that Hong Chengchou, who had been standing at the entrance of the cave urging them, quietly pulled out a fire starter and put it on his clothes. Just after the last Qing general also entered the cave, Hong Chengchou took off his smoking coat without hesitation.

"Emperor Taizu, Ajige is here!"

He yelled at the top of his lungs.

At the same time he waved his burning coat, and the flames and thick smoke immediately became the most eye-catching signs in the forest.

"Dog, slave dog!"

Ajige in the cave cursed in grief and anger.

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(End of this chapter)