The counter-charge launched by Tong Yanghe and more than a dozen Goshha was of no use.

Tong Yangxing, who rushed to the front first, only ran less than twenty meters, and was hit in the chest by an oncoming lead bullet, and the soft lead bullet successfully penetrated the three layers of heavy armor on his body under the impetus of huge kinetic energy, and then the lead bullet that had been seriously deformed turned his heart into a ball of minced meat.

Tong Yang fell to the ground and rolled twice on the ground, and when he stopped rolling and turned his back to the sky, his eyes that were still wide had lost focus.

The more than a dozen Goshha beside him were not much better, seeing Tong Yangxing being killed, they accelerated and rushed forward in grief and indignation, and they were also knocked down on the hillside by the dense rain of bullets.

Removing his eyes from the clairglass, Wu Sangui's young face was full of shock that he couldn't hide, and he couldn't help muttering, "This is ...... Is this the Tartar defeated? ”

"Or what do you think?"

Zu Dashou took the clairvoyant mirror from Wu Sangui's hand, looked at Heishaling for a while, sighed with a complicated expression, and looked at Wu Sangui today.

"Sangui, you must be cautious when dealing with Jiang Ninghou in the future, and remember not to anger the other party, do you understand?"

"Uncle, why is that?"

After all, Wu Sangui is young and vigorous, and he can't stand it when he hears it.

"Uncle, although the Jiang Ning Army is powerful, our Wu family and ancestral family are not weak, and the tens of thousands of soldiers under his command are not vegetarians, forgive him Yang Feng......"

"Shut up!"

Before Wu Sangui's words were finished, he was stopped by Zu Dashou.

I saw him shouting in a solemn voice: "Now that you have grown up, you will also have to bear the burden of reviving the prestige of the Wu family in the future, and you must not just act on your will."

I know that you are very unconvinced by Jiang Ninghou, thinking that one day you can compare him to him. But I say to you, such thoughts are not advisable.

Jiang Ninghou has come to this point, and his momentum has become a big trend, and it is useless for you to catch up, so instead of being ambitious, it is better to do a career in Liaodong in a down-to-earth manner, do you understand? ”

Seeing Zu Dashou rarely use this solemnity to talk to him, although Wu Sangui was still a little unconvinced, he could only bow his head and remain silent.

Seeing Wu Sangui's somewhat stubborn appearance, Zu Dashou sighed secretly in his heart.

This nephew of his own family was smart when he was a child, and when he grew up, he showed his military talent more and more, plus he was the child of his most beloved sister, Zu Dashou spared no effort to help promote him, otherwise it would be good to be a general manager at the age of seventeen or eighteen years old like Wu Sangui.

It's a pity that although Wu Sangui is smart and capable, he is also too proud, and he always looks down on Yang Feng, who has risen over the years, and wants to compare with him everywhere, but in Zu Dashou's opinion, this is not only unnecessary, but also too stupid, in order to prevent him from offending Yang Feng too much and causing a big disaster, this is the third time Zu Dashou has reminded him, but now it seems that the effect is really not great.

Zu Dashou shook his head helplessly, if the young man didn't hit the south wall once or twice, he probably wouldn't know that there were some things in this world that he couldn't afford to provoke, so let the facts educate him.

Just when Zu Dashou and Wu Sangui, the two uncles and nephews, had their own concerns, the battle in Heishaling also entered a hot stage.

After Tong Yangxing died in battle, the Han army flag under his command was completely messed up, and thousands of soldiers of the firearms battalion ran towards the mountain like headless flies.

But what they didn't expect was that when they ran back in fear, they were greeted not by the cover of their companions, but by a cold rain of arrows.

"Whoosh......"

A cold, heavy arrow slammed into the chest of one of the musketers, and the long arrow pierced through his body before slanting into the ground.

"Ah......h

The firecracker let out his last wail before dying, his eyes were full of disbelief, and he fell to the ground with a heavy slump, and bright red blood kept flowing from his chest, and soon formed a small blood-red puddle on the ground.

"No withdrawal...... No one is allowed to leave! ”

A red-flag-inlaid Fende Paishku held a long knife and yelled at the Han Army Banner with a fierce face: "Lord Belle has an order, who dares to retreat without authorization, this is his fate!" ”

"Ahh......hh

At this time, there were a few screams from the side, and several fleeing Han army banner soldiers were killed on the spot by the horse armor soldiers with red flags.

Seeing this scene, the assigned person shouted with a hideous face: "If you don't want to die, hurry back and kill the Ming army, otherwise they will all die!" ”

Faced with the threat of death, many soldiers of the Han Army Banner hesitated for a moment, and could only turn around and run towards the way they came.

Seeing that these soldiers were finally driven back, the assigned Pashku sneered: "These Han dogs are all virtuous, and you can only talk to them with bows and arrows, knives and guns, otherwise they will not listen to you." ”

"Bumper ......"

As soon as the words of the assigned Pashku fell, there was a continuous sound of firearms in front of him, accompanied by several loud explosions, and the firecrackers who had just turned their heads to resist the Han army flag arrived in a large area.

Occasionally, some Han flag-gunners resisted, but were quickly knocked to the ground by a rain of bullets from the front.

And the Ming army's style of play is also very calm, they are not in a hurry or slow, each unit covers each other, and adopts the method of playing three steps forward and two steps back.

This means that the sergeant in the front will have the opportunity to retreat to the back after shooting, and the musketeers in the back row will continue to move forward in the front row, and will also retreat after shooting, replaced by their companions who have already loaded their ammunition in the back.

In this way, the Han Army's Banner Firearms Battalion, which had barely turned back and launched a counteroffensive under the threat of the Qing army, resisted for less than a quarter of an hour before being completely defeated again.

"Kill them, kill these cowards!"

It was still the same person who had been assigned to the Shiku, holding his bow and arrows frantically shooting arrows at the defeated Han banner soldiers, shooting a rout who ran at the front to the ground.

However, this time those routs can be regarded as red-eyed, since fighting with the Ming army is death, and running away is also death, it is better to kill the Tartars who supervise the battle behind, maybe they can still grab a way to live.

I don't know who it was, he raised the arquebus in his hand and pulled the trigger on a Qing soldier who was slashing at him with a war knife held high.

"Bang ......"

The vest soldier holding the long knife high shook his body, lowered his head in disbelief, looked at the blood gushing out of the armor that suddenly had an extra hole, and felt that the strength of his whole body was rapidly leaving him, and then he didn't know anything when it was dark in front of him.

"This gunshot also looked at all the people around him, especially the red flag vest soldiers and foot armor who couldn't believe their eyes, these Nikan, who were usually more obedient than dogs, actually dared to attack them."

I don't know how long later, a voice containing anger and resentment sounded: "Kill...... Kill these damned Nikans! ”