"There's really an ambush!"

Only then did Liu Fangliang realize that he had not misjudged the flash of the sword at the bottom of the ditch just now.

"Brothers, mount up with me!"

At the command, hundreds of old battalion soldiers got on their horses one after another, the sabers in their hands gleaming with cold light.

A yellow dragon banner suddenly rose up, and under the ravine that was empty just now, countless Qing soldiers crawled out like ants, all of them fierce and angry!

Li Zijing looked at this scene and his heart trembled.

I have seen many battle scenes with huge crowds of people in movies and TV dramas in the past, but no matter how many times I have seen them, they are never as shocking as this personal experience.

When the Qing army discovered that the ambush was exposed, they immediately climbed up the ditch without giving the hesitant Liu Fangliang too much time to explore. In the blink of an eye, they were already in front of them.

The old camp of the Dashun Army, which was originally the right wing, was at the front, and it was already engaged with the Qing army.

Fortunately, Li Zijing warned them early, so that the old Dashun battalion on the right wing was not caught off guard by the Qing troops who crawled to their feet without any preparation.

With the light of swords and shadows, people collided violently with each other.

After every breath, a living person falls in a pool of blood and can never stand up again.

In the ditch that had been so quiet just a moment ago, the shouts of killing were already deafening.

Even Li Zijing's horse, holding the reins with one hand, became restless.

The horse's neck was tilted back hard, its front hooves were rubbed upwards, its eyes were rolled up and wide open, and it was humming and trilling from its nose!

"Xilulu——"

Listening to the continuous screams in his ears, Li Zijing's mind went blank. He held the horse's rein tightly with one hand, and his legs became weak unconsciously and retreated.

The knowledge of historical materials learned by later generations could help Li Zijing predict his enemies beforehand, but it could not help him kill his enemies face to face.

On the real and cruel battlefield, even the Yan Ling Dao tightly held in his hand failed to provide any sense of security.

Li Zijing was completely unsure whether he could defeat these wolf-like Qing soldiers.

At this time, there was only one thought in his mind - regret!

Why did he get involved and run away to live in seclusion in the mountains and forests? Even if he was caught and executed by Kangxi in the end, it would be better than dying on the battlefield now.

When people are cold, they want to stay warm. If they are too hot, they feel that it is better to die from cold than from heat.

The endless fear has completely overwhelmed Li Zijing, and all his heroic words have been forgotten.

Li Zijing, who had never killed a chicken in later generations, could not do the same as those in the old camp, and without saying a word, he rushed directly into the crowd with a knife and fought with the Qing soldiers.

As soon as the thought of retreating in the face of battle comes up, there is a feeling that the world is vast in an instant.

The world is vast and there is no place to hide from, so why must we go against the Qing Dynasty?

"They are all Manchurian soldiers!"

At about the time of the fighting, the old Dashun camp on the right wing was already showing signs of retreat, and its casualties were obviously disproportionate to the Qing troops.

Someone turned around and yelled, trying to alert the back line, but in the blink of an eye he was knocked to the ground in front of Li Zijing.

He was seen lying limply in a pool of blood, his whole body convulsing uncontrollably. Before he was completely dead, he was trampled into a pulp by the swarming Qing soldiers.

The Manchu soldiers were originally also called Jurchens.

There have always been rumors in the Ming army that there were less than ten thousand Jurchens and that they were invincible. Many of the Dashun army were once Ming soldiers, and they were defeated all the way. They had long been defeated by these Manchu soldiers.

The quality of the old battalion was not much worse than that of the Manchurian soldiers, but their armor and weapons were completely different, and their fighting spirit was not high.

The old camp in Dashun only wore uniform uniforms lined with cotton armor and arrow jackets, but the Manchu soldiers who were ambushing here were all wrapped in heavy armor, revealing only a pair of chilling eyes.

The Yan Ling Dao in Lao Ying's hand slashed at the Manchu soldiers' chests, and often only brought out a spark. The damage it could cause was very limited. To gain the upper hand, one needed very skilled skills.

Those ambushing under the gully were all Manchurian guards, the most elite among the Eight Banners.

Li Zijing's breathing suddenly accelerated, and his eyes passed over the bloody battlefield, but he inadvertently looked at a Manchu soldier not far away.

After several fights, the iron helmet on the Manchu soldier's head had disappeared, and there was a disgusting money rat tail on the back of his head. His braid was stained black with blood, and he was wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand.

As if he noticed something, the Manchurian soldier suddenly raised his head, stared at Li Zijing and smiled ferociously.

A murderous aura rushed towards his face, and Li Zijing couldn't think of fighting for his life with such a desperado. He turned around to escape, but was entangled in the vines under his feet and fell to the ground.

Li Zijing turned around and searched again, but was horrified to find that the Manchu soldier had disappeared into the crowd.

Liu Fangliang narrowed his eyes slightly and held the saber tightly in his hand.

He did not expect that this little Chuang Wang, who had never experienced any battles, could actually know the location of the Qing army's ambush in advance.

Liu Fangliang sat on the horse, looking at Li Zijing who was panicking and about to escape. He shook his head slightly, leaned over and gave some instructions to an old camper.

Then he urged his mount, raised his sword and shouted.

"Kill the clear dog!"

The horses' hooves were treading on the loess, and Liu Fangliang held the horse's reins with one hand, letting the blade-like wind carry the sand and blow it on his face, and led the elite cavalry from the old camp to quickly form a riding formation.

The elite cavalrymen of Dashun's old camp once used this cavalry formation tactic to defeat countless Ming armies in the Central Plains.

They went uphill from the left, and then crashed down like a huge wave from the gate, hitting the flank of the Qing army.

No matter how thick the armor is, it can't withstand the charge of the cavalry like a wall. Although there are only a few hundred elite cavalry, the lethality of crashing into the crowd is still enough to destroy the formation.

What's more, the Qing army was discovered in an ambush and had to attack in advance. There were still many people at the bottom of the ditch who failed to climb up in time. There was no formation at all in the haste.

The Qing army on the furthest flank turned around, and was soon entangled by the old Dashun battalion on foot in the front. They turned around and fought for a while, but the elite cavalry of the old battalion on the flank followed closely.

He rides lightly with a sharp sword, but with the force of the horse's impact, he is powerful and heavy.

Muffled hums and wailing sounds suddenly sounded.

Some Qing soldiers were caught off guard and were knocked several steps away. They hit the Qing soldiers who had just climbed up the gully and rolled down together.

But at the same time, more and more Qing soldiers climbed up the gully and filled in.

"kill!!"

Liu Fangliang had already replaced the saber in his hand with an iron gun during the charge, rushed into the crowd first, shot away the soldiers in front of him, and then looked towards the bottom of the gully.

At the bottom of the gully under Niutou Plateau, there are still dozens of Qing troops wearing heavy armor slowly climbing up.

Liu Fangliang understood that the number of Qing troops ambushing here was not large, probably only a few hundred, but they were extremely capable of fighting in close combat and could not allow these Qing troops to climb to the top of the slope calmly.

We have to think of a way to deal with the Qing troops who haven't climbed up yet!

It suddenly occurred to him that the robbery camp had a lot of firearms according to what Li Zijing said, which would come in handy.

The so-called thunder cannon is similar in shape to a small mountain cannon. It can be carried forward by one person and can be used by a single person when encountering an enemy.

The unblocked cannon is not so much a cannon as it is more appropriately described as a paper ball that can be thrown by a single person. The rolled paper is a tube, the same size as a bowl, with gunpowder hidden in it. When thrown, it will explode when it hits the ground.

Village.

Both of these are artifacts used by Qi Jiajun to rob camps.

"Throw!!!"

Liu Fangliang held an unblocked cannon hanging beside the saddle in his hand, weighed it, and threw it down the gully.

The elite cavalrymen of the old camp were not willing to fight. After hearing the words, they drove their horses away. The Qing army was wearing heavy armor, and the Dashun army on foot was fighting behind them. They pursued them for a few steps and then returned.

On the way out, the elite cavalrymen of the old camp also took out paper balls and threw them into the ditch like raindrops.

The paper ball was thrown down the slope and exploded when it hit a boulder. It was divided into several strands like explosive bombs. Although the noise was loud, it was bounced off when it hit the Qing army's armor, unable to cause any damage at all.

Liu Fangliang frowned. He didn't have any hope for the imperial firearms, but now his face was filled with scorn.

"Control the general!"

Just as Liu Fangliang turned around, he heard a call. When he turned around, his face was filled with shock.

The reason why the unstoppable artillery was dubbed as the sacred weapon for hijacking camps by the Ming army was precisely because its power was completely unmatched by ordinary firearms.

The real purpose of exploding paper balls is not to hurt people with fire, but to burn them everywhere.

The fireball bounced off the Qing armor, but quickly ignited the vines and dead grass that could be seen everywhere at the bottom of the slope, forming a poisonous miasma.

Dozens of unstoppable cannons smashed down and the fire broke out rapidly. At this time, the Qing troops at the bottom of the ditch also realized that something was not right and began to put out the fire with all their strength.

When he failed to extinguish the fire, he just shot his bow and arrow upwards and yelled curses in Manchu.

After all, there is a certain distance up the gully, and the Qing army mostly used hard bows, which were conducive to direct shooting. The Dashun cavalry had a natural advantage by throwing unblocked artillery on the top of the slope, and only needed a little dodging.

Because the terrain of the gully was concave downwards, the smoke miasma was not easy to spread. No matter how hard the Qing soldiers tried, the fire intensity increased instead of decreasing. As a result, the smoke miasma spread rapidly, and dozens of Qing troops at the bottom of the slope were quickly wrapped in it.

The Qing soldiers who smelled the smog all felt their hands and feet weak and their minds dizzy. No matter how strong their hands were, they could not hold on to the slope.

Those filthy Manchurian words just now gradually turned into miserable and desperate wails before death.

Liu Fangliang's face was very surprised. He could see that even if the Qing soldiers at the bottom of the ditch were not poisoned immediately, they would no longer pose any threat to him.

What awaits them is to be burned alive!
Chapter completed!