This time, as soon as they approached a hundred steps, the musketeers still did not shoot. They leaned on each other and slightly raised the muzzle to the cavalry's face.

Fifty steps.

Forty steps.

Thirty, twenty...

"Boom..." More than a dozen muskets exploded at the same time in an instant, and hot flames spewed out of the muzzle. More than a dozen projectiles were shot densely at the two heavy cavalry. Almost at the same time as the gunshots sounded, the two heavy cavalry turned around.

This was originally a battle of more than ten for two cavalry, but because of the concentration of musketeers, the heavy cavalry had to compress the spacing to a minimum in order to wipe out musketeers at once.

However, the two heavy riders were shot and overturned by dense projectiles, which also affected the two riders on the side.

As mentioned above, if the heavy rider falls during the charge, it is a miracle that he will not die.

In this moment, the four horses overturned one after another. There were at least two of the cavalry among them. In just one breath, they directly hit the gathered musketeers. After a flash, only three people stood there.

Dore's heart was bleeding, and he was really regretting it.

In order to lose the nine heavy cavalry, God knows that the value of this heavy cavalry is that almost every cavalry and every war horse has poured Dorgon into countless financial resources and energy.

Dore was almost out of control in pain, pointing to the three surviving musketeers, and howled, "Smash them for me!!!"

The heavy cavalry turned again.

After two losses, they learned their lessons. They tried to shrink as much as possible, but this did not shrink much, and the above breasts were still exposed. They lowered their heads hard, trying to reduce the targets on their faces, but they still could not completely cover them.

But the military order was issued, and the heavy cavalry began to accelerate the charge again.

The rumbling sound of hooves hit everyone's heart.

Everyone was attracted to this one-sided infantry and cavalry showdown, and even held their breath.

The only three musketeers on the field faced the huge bodies of heavy cavalry, like a small boat in a huge wave.

The three of them stood side by side, standing straight.

But they no longer load.

Everyone can understand that it is a miracle that they have not died until this time.

What else can you ask for them?

The officials of Yixing Dynasty covered their eyes with their hands. They couldn't bear to look at the last three warriors and were crushed by the iron cavalry.

At this time, no matter how cruel the person is, he can't help but have tears in his eyes!

Wu Zheng blamed himself for being cruel.

But he doesn't regret it!

The Ming people in Jiangbei were enslaved by the Qing court for four years and became slavery.

This slavery will make them gradually forget their nation and ancestors.

This kind of slavery needs blood to awaken.

The backbone of the Han people needs to be watered with blood before they can stand up again.

Wu Zheng knew that he was not a god and could not save this country-destroying battle that had become a fact on his own.

The only one who can save the Ming people is themselves.

Wu Zheng could only use means to wake up, awaken, motivate, and unite.

The tenacity of these thirty musketeers exceeded Wu Zheng's expectations.

Wu Zheng even wanted to stop the decisive battle from continuing, even if there were three seeds left.

But at this distance, the heavy cavalry accelerated, and there was no need to mention Wu Zheng. Even Dorgon could not stop it, and Dorgon could not stop it, because he was already yelling, "breaking them for me."

A distance of two miles is within a blink of an eye.

When the heavy cavalry rushed within a hundred steps, the three musketeers took action.

One person retreated, and the two bent over.
Chapter completed!