The soldiers of the Inlaid Red Flag retreated in a hurry, leaving eighty or ninety corpses within two hundred steps. The injured soldier who was wailing on the ground was beaten and killed by the soldiers of the Tianxiong Army who had come out of the mountain village.

"The retreater is killed!" Two Jiala Zhangjing held up bright steel knives, and his face gradually turned pale from red and anxious, and finally was flooded by the crowded defeated soldiers. Without the dead soldiers as a barrier, he saw the amazing power of the crossbow. The Jurchens saw the tragic situation of the body of their companions being pierced by the long crossbow and lost the courage to attack.

Dorgon immediately looked away, his face calm as water, unmoved.

If Lu Xiangsheng was on the opposite mountain, he had no hope of falling down. This wave of attacks was just testing the reality. The battle outside the Xuanfu Great Wall made him realize that the new governor of Xuanda might cause great trouble to the Qing Dynasty. In half a year, it stimulated the docile guards of Xuanfu, especially the courage to lead a thousand cavalry out of the frontier to attack archers. That would not only inspire the defenders on the city wall, but also warn him.

The cavalry was ordered to sprint and wave the flags. The two teams of soldiers from the Zhengbai Banner surrounded the two wings of the defeated soldiers and let the soldiers of the Encrusted Red Banner pass through the middle. The archers raised their bows and rushed towards the Tianxiong Army, which was chasing the wounded soldiers.

Yuan Qizhou saw the Jurchens who were receiving him come up, put away the three-eyed gun, and shouted: "It's time to finish the work!"

He is the garrison of the battle camp and does not need to fight in person. However, seeing his brothers fighting in front and staying behind and staring at him is not his style. He often can't help but step forward and intervene, and even rushes to the forefront. Lu Xiangsheng also turned a blind eye to his style of conduct.

Before Yuan Qizhou finished speaking, the sound of retreating horns sounded in the camp. When the Jurchen archers arrived two hundred steps away, the Tianxiong army infantry left behind the bodies all over the ground and retreated back to the camp.

Dorgon watched the entire battle process as quiet as a wooden stake. "Shifuling is indeed the key to this battle!" With just a small wave of testing, he saw that Xuanda Town is focusing on deployment here. Bed crossbows are not scary, the terrifying defender's calmness and sophistication can only have such battlefield reactions.

"Damn it! This Tartar's armor is really thick!" After returning to the camp, Yuan Qizhou threw the helmet in his hand to the ground, making a "kuang" sound, and the back of the helmet was smashed with the head of the gun.

"The Tartars' armor is really good!" The infantry nearby also smacked their lips and exclaimed. The time was urgent just now, and the Jurchens who supported him came very quickly. Only a dozen people had time to pull out the armor on the dead body and bring it back.

"Sir, here!" A low warning came from the gate of the camp. The soldiers stood up in panic and had no time to clean up the blood-stained armor on their bodies.

Lu Xiangsheng brought more than a dozen personal soldiers to patrol, without saying a word, his eyes passed by the soldiers who had just fought. Occasionally, he saw the impressed soldiers nodding to express his encouragement.

"Sir!" Yuan Qizhou bowed and bowed.

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2nd Floor 2014-03-24 13:57

Bar owner 7

"You are the Supervisory Camp, not the Forward Camp! Next time I will transfer you to the Forward Camp!" Lu Xiangsheng's face turned dark.

"I will never dare to do it next time!" Yuan Qizhou raised his chest, he knew that the lord was just talking.

Lu Xiangsheng turned his head and saw the armor piled on the ground, stained with blood and flesh. "Is this the iron armor worn by the Qing army's dead soldiers?" He bent down and picked up a piece of scales connected together, and the "rake" sounded. The iron armor was shiny black and shiny, and the thickness of the iron sheet was about the same as that of a copper coin.

"Good armor!" Lu Xiangsheng weighed it in his hand, and his mind turned several times. The Qing army was sharp and strong, and the soldiers were not afraid of death. The Ming army could only rely on the steep terrain to fight. The court ordered him to recruit new soldiers in Xuanda Town. The military pay of the Ministry of War was often not distributed on time. The armor and weapons distributed were dilapidated and the bird guns were rough. There was no hope of getting such armor.

"After this battle, Xuanda will be rectified!" Lu Xiangsheng was erratic. He wanted to train a strong army in Xuanda without money. He had been an official for many years and knew the customs of the court. He did not deal with the few people in the court who controlled the cabinet. He had no friendship with Yang Sichang, the Minister of War, and could only find a way by himself.

Seeing the skill of the Kung Fu, a soldier ran down from the top of the mountain and hit the ground with one knee in front of Lu Xiangsheng, saying, "Report, sir, the Tartars are here to attack the mountain again!"

Lu Xiangsheng threw down his armor, stood up and quickly walked to the top of the mountain. When he went to the top of Shifuling to see clearly the situation under the ridge, the strings that had just puffed in his heart became tense again.

The Jurchen infantry at the ridge were densely packed with cavalry holding long swords and interspersed into the battle, rushing towards Shifuling.

"You can reach the bottom of the capital of the Ming Dynasty by capturing this mountain. You all know what there is!" Du Du, the leader of the Inlaid White Banner, shouted and motivated the soldiers. Only wealth and women could allow the robbers to exert their strongest strength.

"Huh!" Two white flag dead soldiers walked in front, whistling in their mouths to help their courage.

The wide iron shield moved forward against the gravel ground. The dead soldier had just seen the power of the long crossbow and held the shield handle tightly with both hands.

The lookout soldiers on the top of the mountain report the distance between the Jurchens according to the pre-set marks.

"Two hundred steps!"

"One hundred steps!"

The crossbowman clamped the back of the mechanism and raised the blue veins.

"Eighty steps, sixty steps!" The closer you get, the greater the impact of the crossbow machine. Only by knocking off those dark shields can you hit the opponent.

The formation of Jurchen Death Soldiers at the foot of the mountain was loose, and their paces were getting slower and slower. The eyes covered by the armor were filled with fear and expectations, and they were ready to bear the thunder strike.

"Let me go!" The commanders on the mountain shouted angrily, and hundreds of meteor hammers rushed down thunder.

"Ah!" A beast-like roar sounded in the battlefield. The Jurchens pressed the iron shield tightly with their hands and shoulders, and used crazy shouts to hide the panic in their hearts. The battlefield seemed to be trampled by a herd of bison. Some of the iron shields were thrown into the sky by a huge impact force, and some of the iron shields blocked the wrath of the thunder.

After two rounds of crossbow arrows, the gunmen in the camp quickly ran behind the fence and stood in a row, raising the bird gun in his hand.

The battlefield suddenly became quiet, without the whistling of crossbow arrows, and without the roar of the Jurchens. Three or four strong men drove the old cows to pull the winch, and the crossbowman moved quickly to get the arrow.

The Jurchens seemed to have a short circuit in their brains, and they reacted for a while, "Roar up!" The soldiers rushed towards the camp with great sprints, and the archers followed closely behind.

"Bang-Bang-Bang!" The Tianxiong Army's bird gunman had only time to release a round of guns. After the smoke filled the gun, the soldiers in groups of three or three fell down.

After leaving dozens of corpses, the Jurchens finally approached the camp, and the giant axe slashed on the wooden fence as thick as a bowl. It seemed that the broken camp was right in front of him, and the white-armored soldiers shouted excitedly.

The bird gunman quickly retreated, and the three-eyed gunman wearing thick armor rushed forward, and the gun eyes filled with lead gunpowder pointed at the white-armored soldiers in joy.

This is the most loud weapon. The entire Shifuling was shaken. The fire gate gun, which was rough within five steps, could hit the opponent. The narrow gun eyes of the fire gate gun turned into a bottomless deep pit in the eyes of the white-armored soldiers. The axe was left on the wooden stake, and the person fell in a pool of blood.

A long arrow flew over in the air, and the Jurchen archers began to fight back. The precise long arrows shot into the limbs and faces that the Tianxiong Army gunman's armor could not protect. The wooden fence on both sides of the outer layer of the camp were the most intense battles.

"Kill in!" Du Du, who was supervising the battle five hundred steps away, was in a hurry. As long as he rushed into the mountain village, the Ming army would definitely not be able to resist it.

The crossbow finally got a crossbow arrow, "Woo-Woo!" The lightning-like long crossbow blocked the battlefield. The crossbowman adjusted the direction according to the battlefield situation, and the arrow of death turned into hell within 80 steps.

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3rd Floor 2014-03-24 13:58
Chapter completed!