.From the back, the Ming army's spearmen and musketeers lined up alternately, and the spears stretched out outside the car, like a hedgehog when they met an enemy. The spear tip shone brightly in the sun, extremely radiant. The musket was hidden behind the spear, and the dark muzzle was also revealed.

Jiang Tianshui, the commander of the Fearless Camp, stood on the high platform in the middle, looking ahead with a serious expression. There was a tall pillar beside him, with four red flags inserted on the pillars, and each flag pointed to a direction. It was with these four flags that Jiang Tianshui would command the time when the Yulin Guards on all sides were shooting.

Behind the Ming Army Front, a single person stood alone every twenty steps, their eyes looked at the middle platform and were waiting for Jiang Tianshui's orders.

"Hey, are you afraid?" Looking at the Qing cavalry getting closer and closer, Huang Fen asked a musketeer from the Yulin Guard beside him. He is a spearman, with ten years of military experience, but the musketeer next to him is very young, and it seems that he is only twenty years old at most. Although the two fight side by side, the treatment gap between the ordinary army and the Yulin Guard is too big, and there will inevitably be dissatisfaction with each other, so Huang Fen deliberately jokes.

"I'm afraid of a ball, I have the musket in my hand. It's not that easy for the Tartars to rush over. Besides, just rush over. Isn't you still your spear?" Su Qiu said loudly.

"Of course, as long as the Tartars approach, I will definitely stab them to death with one spear." Huang Fen felt a little embarrassed when he heard Su Qiu speak frankly.

"Don't talk, pay attention to the orders." Shi Chang behind shouted, and the two of them quickly shut up. The Ming army's front returned to calm, leaving only the heavy breathing sounds of each person.

Mo calculated the distance the Qing army rushed over, Jiang Tianshui finally took off the flag from the east, waved it suddenly, and shouted: "Shoot!"

"Shoot!" Almost as soon as the Jiang Tianshui flag was swung down, two hundred Shi Changshui's orders were repeated in the east. Nearly 2,000 muskets fired at the same time in the entire eastern position. After a loud bang, a burst of smoke from the Ming army's front rose.

As soon as the Ming army's gunshots sounded, the Qing army, who was charging, flipped over and hid on the side of the war horse or under the belly of the horse. The cavalry rushed over seemed to have turned into empty saddles. This was the method used by the Qing army to avoid arrows with their superb riding skills. It was still effective to avoid muskets. However, they could hide from people but could not hide from horses. Dozens of war horses in front of them had blood holes and chests, and countless blood splashed.

No matter how strong the vitality of the war horse was, it could not withstand so many bullets shot into the water. It fell down in a wail and threw the Qing army to the ground. Then it was stepped on by the horse's hooves behind it into a pile of rotten meat.

"Shoot!" Following the east side, Jiang Tianshui put down the three flags on the south, west and north side in turn. The other three also "Bang! Bang!" The sounds were all the same. The Qing army in front was overturned.

Watching his elite troops being shot and killed by the Ming army, the mangrove generals watching from behind couldn't help but feel sad. These mangrove warriors didn't even have the chance to contact the enemy and just fell on the charge. They hated Ming arms. Without firearms, even ten Ming soldiers would not be the opponent of a Manchurian warrior.

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"

After two rounds of shooting in the Ming army, the people began to shoot back. The arrows fell into the Ming army formation. From time to time, the injured Ming army was helped down. The army's doctor used a sharp knife to cut the muscles around the arrow shafts shot into the soldier's body. Then he pushed the arrows down. With the soldiers' muffled groans, he tore open a pack of wound medicine and applied it to the soldier's wounds as if they were not money. After a while, the blood on the wounds had stopped. The soldier's face, who screamed loudly, calmed down. Obviously, the pain had been relieved a lot.

In the Yulin Guard system, doctors have become a fixed configuration. Each hundred people are equipped with a doctor. These doctors are specially trained to deal with various battlefield injuries. The injury medicine is the best Jinchuang medicine from the Ming Dynasty. It is very effective. Only when the wounds were not injured by arrows, the wounds that were treated by doctors can be healed in about seven days.

It is precisely because of the doctor, Yu Linwei's wounded soldiers on the battlefield, as long as they are rescued in time, almost 80% can return to the team, and the remaining 20% ​​are disabled, and only about 10% will die due to their serious injuries. In the past, it was very lucky that half of the wounded soldiers could go to the battlefield again.

After suffering huge casualties, the Qing army finally approached the outer chariot of the Ming army. Facing the cold spear, the Qing army could not avoid it. They hit the spear with their horses and hit the spear, the sound of the spear slashing into the human body, the sound of the spear being broken or cut off, the screams of the people and horses before death... All kinds of sounds sounded together, and the bodies of the people and horses stabbed by the spear were covered with bloody holes on their bodies, and blood splashed out from the holes, and the entire battlefield was extremely tragic.

"Kill!" A Qing army split the spear and musket, rolled from the horse to the Ming army's cart, and slashed forward with the knife in his hand, snapping, snap, cut off two spears. When he wanted to roll forward, "bang." A bullet shot into the head of the Qing army, shooting at such a close distance

The bullet was deeply embedded in the Qing army's brain, and he lay down without a snorting.

Just after shooting the Qing army, two more Qing soldiers jumped off the horse. This time, the Qing army learned a good deed and they climbed under the car.

Sweat from Huang Fen's face flowed down, and his spear was placed on the car. The spear was too long and there was no time to pull it back and reach under the car to shoot. He quickly shouted: "Su Qiu, hurry up, under the car."

"Bang!" Su Qiu pulled the plate machine and shot one Qing army. Another Qing army had red eyes and continued to climb forward. Now there was no time to get the bullet. In desperation, Su Qiu smashed out the musket in his hand, "Bang." The musket was hitting the forehead of the Qing army. The Qing army only felt dizzy in his head. When he was about to shake his head and recover from his awakening, Su Qiu pushed out the dagger from his waist, pounced on the ground, and inserted the dagger into the neck of the Qing army.

"Ho, ho, ho." A series of voices appeared in the Qing army's mouth, and he struggled unwillingly for a few moments, and finally stopped moving. Su Qiu let go and pressed the Qing army's hand with a long sword, and sat on the ground, feeling that his whole body had used up, and he started to breathe.

"Get up quickly, there are Tartars again." Huang Fen had to kick Su Qiu and shouted loudly.

Su Qiu checked the musket on the ground, looked at it, and his face suddenly became frustrated. He smashed the Qing army just now too hard, and the tail of the gun had fallen off. The musket was considered scrapped. Without the musket, Su Qiu had to retreat and give up his position. Soon, a Ming army was replenished in his position, and the crisp sound of muskets rang out.

More and more Manchus saw the weakness of the big chariots. The Qing army who rushed to the front dismounted and attacked from the bottom of the chariots and on the chariots. This time, Manchus' attacks really improved a lot. Many Manchus entered the Ming army's defense circle, making the Ming army in a hurry.

"Boom." Countless black dots were thrown out of the Ming army formation, and violently exploded on the ground, causing heavy casualties to the subsequent Manchus. Without the access of the follow-up troops, the Manchus who rushed into the Ming army's defense circle were quickly wiped out.

"Damn Minggou, every time he did this." Seeing that his efforts were in vain, Luo Luohong, Leer Jin and others who were watching the game behind were cursing.

"Woo, woo, whistle." Mankind's withdrawal roar finally rang. Some of the Mankind who were charging were resentful, and some retreated one after another. In this round of attack, Mankind suffered at least one thousand casualties. In addition to the attacks the previous two days, Mankind's casualties had reached 4,000. For Mankind, who had only 40,000 people, it was already hurt. Before he thought of a good way, Doer was really reluctant to consume it like this.

"Tartars, don't escape if you have sex."

"Dog Tartar, get out of here."

...

Seeing the retreat of the Manchus, the Ming army's positions were filled with joy and shouted and scolded the Manchus again, which made the Manchus so angry that they were furious, but they were helpless.

Britain and Russia walked up to Dorgon in a angrily manner and asked loudly: "Why should the emperor retreat, the regent?"

Dorgon pointed to the layers of corpses in front of him: "Why should you retreat? Don't you understand that I cannot destroy all the Manchu warriors here for the sake of attack."

Britain and Russia were suffocated and looked at the corpse on the grass. When they remembered that they were talking to the emperor's father, the regent, their courage disappeared and they quickly apologized to Dorgon. Dorgon was not interested in British and Russian offense at this time.

"The emperor's father, Regent, if we don't attack, we can't keep accusing us. The team in front of Minggou will probably come back in a few days after receiving the news. Wouldn't all the efforts be wasted by then?" Luo Luohong asked.

Doer] pondered. Although he surrounded the Ming army's rear team, he didn't expect that 20,000 people alone would be so strong. He could not attack or siege, as if a mouse was pulling a turtle and had nowhere to attack.

In the sky, the sun shone directly, and sweat flowed on Dorgon's face. Today is the second day of August. The weather is still hot. He felt his throat dry and he quickly reached out to take a water bag from Goshha's hand. He drank a few sips before putting it down. He asked, "How much water do you think the Ming army has?"

Luo Hongluo, Leer Jin and others all lit up their eyes. Although there was a big river thirty miles away from here, the Ming army should have filled the water bag at that time, but such weather was the most water-consuming. One person only needed at least two kilograms per day. How many could the Ming army carry with them? Even if there were water trucks, it was estimated that it would be only seven or eight days at most.

Today is the third day of siege. Doesn’t that mean that the army will be cut off after four days at most. Without water, it is even more terrifying than without food. As long as another day is spent, most of the Ming army will probably lose the strength.
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