Lord of Ming Dynasty

The infantry behind turned up the hills on both sides and shot arrows down, preparing to charge up.

The infantry and archers of the Han Army Banner encircled from behind were intercepted by the rogue army and Wei Wuji's team, and they were divided into two parts to attack, and they could not make any contribution at once.

Zhang Qiang sat firmly on the horse and stood ten steps behind the musketeer.

Hu Kui held a musket and aimed at the enemy in front of him. He fired from time to time, sometimes hitting an enemy.

But Zhang Qiang's short-fire guns are useless, as long as the enemy is twenty steps away from him, he can have a hit speed, otherwise, he just listens to the sound.

There was a crackling sound of gunfire.

After the rounds of shooting, it was free shooting, and Zhang Qiang no longer commanded them.

Because even with rigorous training, the musketeers' respective reloading speeds, plus their respective psychological qualities on the battlefield, would still not be so neat that they could all be reloaded in such a scene. The fast ones had to wait for the slow ones. Slow down the speed of the salvo of the whole team, and the salvo may not always hit the enemy, it is still a waste of bullets for some experts, so at this moment, two rounds of salvo are fired. After the two rounds of fire, Zhang Qiang directly let them shoot freely, just keep formation.

Free shooting, the training results of this period of time are even more reflected.

Every time after hearing a burst of crackling musketeers, one or 20 of the enemy fell to the ground. After repeated several times, the enemy, under the pressure of the officers, drove them hard, and still approached Zhang Qiang's three cold weapon teams. At this time, the three The commanders of the two teams ordered to throw a round of throwing weapons at the same time, and then attack together, completely blocking the enemy's impact.

Zhou Porridge's [-] archers retreated to the same place as the musketeers and shot at the enemies behind.

The battle lasted for half an hour. The enemy and the enemy strangled each other. Some brave soldiers from the Han and Qing army rushed over from the middle of the three teams.

Zhang Qiang ordered the musketeers to retreat ten steps, continue to line up, and shoot freely.

Pulling his horse back ten steps, he continued to command his team condescendingly.

The cavalry bowed their bows and set arrows one after another, shooting and killing the leaked enemies, preventing them from approaching Zhang Qiang's side.

Behind the hillside, the gangster squad and the Han army flag were inextricably fighting. Wei Wuji's musketeer pressed forward ten steps away, and the swordsmen, pikemen and archers around him all rushed down to strangle the enemy together. The hand shoots arrows row by row.

But facing the enemy's superiority in numbers, it was still difficult to resist, so he had to ask Zhang Qiang for help.

Zhang Qiang had no choice but to send fifty cold-armed soldiers around him to support them. These fifty cold-armed soldiers managed to block the enemy's impact and give the gunners time to reload.

It seems that the enemy is coming fiercely and has a strong force, but the enemy has not broken through Zhang Qiang's position. As time goes by, more and more people are killed by the musketeers in front of the enemy, which affects their fight with the three cold weapon troops. While fighting, many Qing soldiers stealthily took aim at the musketeers, and at the same time secretly calculated the distance between themselves and the musketeers. They never stepped into the distance of thirty steps, and fought with the infantry of the Ming army between forty and fifty steps. .

With a cold face, Zhang Qiang held his horse's head calmly, watched the battle quietly, and issued some orders from time to time.

Chapter 37 Field 2

Soon, Liu Liangzuo found that his soldiers suffered heavy injuries, and it was no longer enough to besiege the Ming army led by Zhang Qiang on all sides.

The Han army banner soldiers who had fled back looked at the narrow place in front of the hillside in horror, no matter how hard they drove them, they would not go up.

Liu Liangzuo had no choice but to dispatch his servants and dozens of elite cavalry to replace the scattered infantry of the Han Army Banner Front Army.

However, apart from causing a lot of damage to Zhang Qiang's three cold weapon teams, these people couldn't get close to Zhang Qiang's troops at all.

With the disintegration of the siege situation, Zhang Qiang moved Wei Wuji's musketeers from behind to the front, leaving only fifty pro-army infantry guarding behind.

The firepower has been enhanced, and the enemy infantry and cavalry who were killed by two hundred guns ran away far away, not daring to step forward.

Liu Liangzuo was also a little confused, this army was like a hedgehog with a tongue of fire, it stabbed his hands when he touched it, and he couldn't do anything to his opponent for a while.

He could only order the Han army flag to besiege on all sides, and the cavalry to watch from a distance, and sent troops to order Liu Guangbi and the Mongols to come back and make peace with him.

At this time, the general reported the loss, which made him vomit blood so angry that more than 200 people were killed and injured, and more than 300 people escaped. This made him feel like stripping Zhang Qiang alive.

Seeing that the enemy did not dare to attack, Zhang Qiang thought about it, and it was not an option to wait like this.

It is necessary to break through, or defeat the current enemy.

After thinking for a while, he shouted: "Hu Kui, order your cavalry to follow me to the left and right,"

"Order, Wei Wuji will take fifty of my personal infantry and the rogue team behind to guard my rear team, and his team of firecrackers will be handed over to me to command, and the sword players in the firecracker team Spearmen and archers, disperse and supplement the remaining three troops."

"Pikemen are on the left, sword players are on the right, musketeers follow behind, archers are behind me on the right, Wei Wuji's team is behind on the left, and the cavalry team is in the center, attack."

Hu Kui asked: "Master, where to attack?"

Zhang Qiang glanced at Liu Liangzuo on the hill in the distance, "Wherever the enemy general is, the troops will attack there."

Hu Kui was taken aback, "My lord, we have also lost a lot, at least more than 200 people have fallen, it is better to retreat slowly, retreat to Wuyi County, and rely on the fortified city to hold on."

Zhang Qiang shook his head, "I'm going to defeat the enemy in the field. The enemy is now splitting up. When the enemy's cavalry comes back, we will be blocked on the way. The infantry will definitely not be able to outrun the enemy's cavalry, so we must defeat the enemy's infantry here. Wait a while to face the enemy's cavalry. At that time, the enemy's morale will be low, and the cavalry will be very tired after the battle. At that time, we will have a chance to run. Otherwise, we will be overtaken by the enemy halfway. There is no way out."

Liu Liangzuo watched the enemy's formation move towards where he was.

He frowned involuntarily, and panicked for some reason.

But immediately he laughed. Although his army suffered heavy losses, there were still more than 5000 people, and the enemy only had a few hundred people. Why was he afraid of the enemy? If the enemy left the hillside, it should be the enemy's own death. Knowing the location, let's see how the enemy can beat his own Han army flag.

Although these people are not disciplined, they are also veterans of hundreds of battles.

He said to himself, "Ming soldiers are all idiots. Since you want to die, I'll give you a chance. Come on, press on all sides, and attack with the whole army."

The teams of the two sides are separated by 500 meters, facing each other.

Zhang Qiang's troops were surrounded by more than 1000 enemies on each side.

But Zhang Qiang was not moved in the slightest, so he followed Liu Liangzuo's flag and rushed over.

Amidst the shouts of the officers, the troops marched towards Liu Liangzuo in a neat formation.

"First volley, shoot"

This time it was not Zhang Qiang who shouted, he was just the supreme commander, and those who shouted were all low-level officers in the Musketeers.

Zhang Qiang rode on the horse, observing the surrounding battlefield and adjusting the troops.

The most elite troops of more than 200 enemies facing the front first, the Han Army Banner troops composed of Liu Liangzuo's family troops and cavalry troops.

But the volley of a hundred musketeers made the enemy lose their temper. As soon as they approached seventy paces, the musketeers fired. At seventy paces, the lethality of matchlock guns is not very great. Many of them just hurt the enemy. Some of them were slightly injured, but they still made the enemy tremble with fear. They didn't dare to face such a battle at all. Even though they were Liu Liangzuo's elite soldiers, none of them were flesh and blood.

Liu Liangzuo's musketeers also fired, but their musketeers lacked training, and only hit the shields of a dozen swordsmen at the forefront of Xuanyuan Longfei's troops, resulting in the death of several swordsmen and seven or eight swordsmen. The shield in the player's hand was shattered, and the sword player was injured.

The troops continued to advance, but the gunners in the second row did not shoot, because Zhang Qiang told them that the effective distance of the Ming army's gunners was only 34 steps. What is the difference between shooting at this time and the enemy's gunners? They have been trained by Zhang Qiang The gunners who came out had much higher discipline and knowledge than those casually assembled enemy gunners. There was still some common sense in this.

At this time, Zhou Porridge's archers had already fought against the enemy archers who pressed up from the side. , It is already good to be able to achieve such a result.

Approaching, approaching again, fifty steps, the musketeer stepped forward, raised his gun to aim, the enemy's musketeer was still reloading, the archer shot a wave of arrows, most of them were blocked, and some of the musketeers were shot. Falling to the ground, the team moved on, letting the wounded howl.

"Tap Tat Tat." The neat steps made the enemy flustered.

"Shoot." The musketeer officer shouted loudly, and pulled the matchlock trigger in his hand vigorously. After a second delay, the musket in his hand roared.

Crash, the front line of the enemy army fell down a large area.