"Shhh...... It's actually a firebolt! ”

After seeing the firearm used by the other party, Niu Lu was taken aback.

He has been dealing with the Ming army for many years, whether it is the old-fashioned firearm in the past or the latest brown beisi firearm of the Liaodong Army.

The former can be said to be a kind of garbage, easy to blow up, not to mention that the effective range is only thirty or forty meters, although the latter is much better than the former, but the range will not exceed 100 meters, the most important thing is that although the fire gun is powerful, but the accuracy is very poor, even in the effective range, ten shots can hit the target two shots is good.

But now the Ming army is actually firing two hundred meters away, and the hit rate is so high, this is really terrifying.

In fact, this is a rare and strange Niu Lu, Zhao Laohei is not equipped with an ordinary smoothbore gun these nights, but a Mini rifle known as the pinnacle of breech guns, for Zhao Laohei these nights, using this rifle with an effective range of 500 meters to snipe at a target 200 meters away is simply a piece of cake.

"Bang ......"

The third round of shooting began, and seven or eight more Qing soldiers on the lookout were shot and fell to the ground, and the power of the Mini rifle was fully revealed.

In the face of the fierce and accurate firepower of the Ming army, the Qing army, which originally thought that it could teach the Ming army how to behave happily from a high position, suddenly sat down, and even the brave soldiers were not willing to stand in place stupidly like a pillar and wait for death.

Under the threat of death, without the orders of the officers, the remaining Tartars automatically found cover and hid.

Wu Sangui, who was watching the battle in place, was shocked and his eyebrows fluttered, he never thought that the power of the fire gun could be so strong, this is a distance of more than two hundred meters.

The average firearm hits the target at such a distance, and the projectile may have landed before it has flown to the ground, but look at the people, it is like a roll call, and it is easy to harvest the lives of dozens of Tartars with just a few rounds of shooting.

Wu Sangui slapped his thigh and exclaimed loudly: "Okay...... It's just great! ”

Seeing that the Tartars were hiding one after another, Zhao Laohei reminded Wu Sangui beside him: "Lord Qian, the Tartars no longer dare to stand tall and defend, you can now order an attack." ”

"Oh...... The officer got it. ”

Under the slight redness of the old face, Wu Sangui came back to his senses, only to see him wave his hand and shout loudly: "Brothers, everyone has seen it, Jiang Ningjun's night brothers have already paved the way for us, now it's time to look at us, everyone follow me!" ”

"Rush!"

With that, Wu Sangui took the lead and rushed forward, and the rumbling sound of horses' hooves began to resound.

Without the Tartars to cover with bows and arrows on the lookout and the commanding heights, Wu Sangui and his party easily rushed to the gate of the Tartar camp, and the cavalry led by them rode around the gate and threw several black things.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

Several earth-shattering thunderbolts exploded at the gate of the camp, blowing up the originally sturdy gate and flying out, and then a group of cavalry rushed into the camp, and soon there was a burst of shouts and the sound of weapons colliding.

Wu Sangui, who was draped all over his body, rushed into the camp first, and as soon as he rushed into the camp, he saw dozens of Tartars rushing towards him.

Wu Sangui picked up a crossbow without hesitation, pointed at the Tartar in the middle, and pulled the trigger.

"Whoosh......"

With a muffled thud, the Tartar had a short arrow of iron stuck in his face, and after two shakes, the whole man fell off his horse.

After shooting the hand crossbow, Wu Sangui didn't have time to put the hand crossbow away, and the remaining tartars had already met him.

A cold light flashed, and a stout tartar raised his mace and slashed down at him.

Throwing away the crossbow casually, Wu Sangui raised the round shield in his left hand to block it above his head without thinking, only to hear a piercing metal impact, and the long knife slashed heavily on the metal shield and sent out a spark.

The mace is a heavy weapon, although Wu Sangui blocked the attack of the mace, but under the blow of the mace weighing more than ten catties, Wu Sangui could no longer sit firmly on the horse, and the whole person fell from the horse.

However, Wu Sangui is worthy of practicing martial arts since he was a child, and his physical fitness and reaction speed are absolutely first-class, although he got off the horse, he did not fall to the ground, but stood firmly on the spot with the help of the strength of the horse, and also pulled out the long knife on the saddle casually.

Cold weapon combat, what is important is a momentum and morale, as the commander Wu Sangui can take the lead, how can the other cavalry retreat, but in less than half a minute, most of the cavalry has rushed into the Tartar camp.

However, with the influx of both sides, the camp was already crowded with soldiers from both sides, and because the place was small and there were too many people, the cavalry lost their speed and soon merged with the Qing soldiers.

The cavalry is not as good as an infantry without speed, and at this time no one dares to ride on a horse to become a target for the enemy, and after discovering their situation, the cavalry dismount one after another, wielding weapons and fighting with the enemy.

Wu Sangui, who had been knocked off the horse, had not yet stood firmly, when he heard a wild roar in front of him, and as soon as he looked up, he saw two stout Tartars rushing from the left and right sides, holding weapons and pounced towards him viciously.

The Qing soldiers are not fools, they have been in battle for a long time and recognized this as the leader of this group of Ming troops from the armor on Wu Sangui's body at a glance, as long as they can kill or capture him in time, these Ming troops will immediately become a leaderless situation, and it is with this name that they have been assigned to the Shikuku and the growth at the same time and rushed towards him.

The person on the left is holding a round shield in one hand and a huge hammer in the other, his body is extremely strong, a huge head, and there seems to be a square body underneath, I saw him swinging the hammer and smashing it down towards Wu Sangui.

Wu Sangui didn't have time to think about it, so he lowered his head and snatched it from the back of the war horse, but the person dodged it, but the group of war horses next to him were smashed into a sturdy one.

I only heard a muffled sound, and the necks of these war horses that had followed Wu Sangui for many years were hit by a hammer, and the war horses fell in a pool of blood without saying a word.

After smashing Wu Sangui's war horse, the Zhuan Da smirked and swung his hammer towards Wu Sangui.

"Bastard!"

Seeing that the war horse that had followed him for many years was stoned to death, Wu Sangui was furious, and took out a three-eyed handcuff from his waist and pulled the trigger towards this expert, only to hear a muffled sound.

The grim smile on the face of this expert froze, and the hammer was also gathered in the air so high that the whole person froze for a while, and at this time there was already a thumb-sized hole in his chest, and blood flowed out of the hole.