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Ma Xiang lay on the top of the slope and looked at the situation below, and saw that the enemy had rushed up and entered a hundred meters, and excitedly shouted to the herald beside him, "Retreat!" Retreat to the decisive front! At this moment, he heard a noisy sound below, and turned his head to see that the dragoons had begun to charge.

Although he served in the special reconnaissance team, he had not participated in several battles, and now a large number of cavalry rushed towards the top of the slope, and the strong impact of the black oppressive figure and the horse's hooves on the ground brought a strong impact on his chest, and he couldn't help but feel a little weak in his legs and feet, and he could hardly get up. Zhao Siwen next to him didn't have time to think about anything, so he reached out and grabbed him and pulled him up, and then put him on his shoulder. Ma Xiang hurriedly pushed him on the shoulder, "It's okay!" Fast! Let's go fast, if we go slowly, we can't leave! As he spoke, he walked forward quickly, but he didn't expect his feet to be weak and he half-knelt on the ground. At this moment, Ma Xiang realized that his feet seemed to be soft and had no strength at all, and he couldn't help but turn pale, Zhao Siwen didn't care what Ma Xiang thought, he put him on his shoulders and began to run in the direction of the anticline, and several new officers around him knew that Ma Xiang should be the first time to face the cavalry, and they didn't laugh at him, so they came up to Zhao Siwen's side to help, and then retreated to the back.

......With a crisp musket shot, the first group of dragoons had rushed to the top of the slope, and in front of them there were at least more than 300 soldiers of the Northern Army running wildly into the distance, and in front of them was another wood, the dragoons quickly stopped their horses, and pulled out the short muskets on their waists on horseback and shot at the defeated Northern Army soldiers nearby. Several soldiers of the Northern Army stiffened during the run, and were obviously hit, and their bodies fell over on the gentle slope of the anticline and rolled twice without moving.

"Hurry, hurry! Catch up! With the shouting of Annan's words, I saw a large number of infantry battalion soldiers rushing to the top of the slope with spears and new muskets. One by one, the musketeers fell to their knees and began to aim at the fleeing enemy, and then fired a volley at the command of the officers who rushed ahead. Now they are at the top of the slope, the trajectory of the bullet falling has been compensated by the gravity of the earth, and the hit rate has increased a lot, under such intensive shooting, the soldiers of the Northern Army have fallen to the ground, and they can't care about treating the injured comrades around them if they are not hit, they just run towards the woods at a faster speed with their heads stuffy, anyway, it is much easier and faster to run down the slope now, as long as they run into the woods, they don't need to be afraid of the shooting of the Southerners.

But Zhao Siwen is miserable now, he himself is a thin guy who is only one meter six and five tall, and Ma Xiang behind him is a strong man of more than one meter and eighty, weighing even more than one hundred kilograms, he only ran about twenty meters, and he was already out of breath and his eyes were black. Thanks to the fact that several field agents around him were helping him carry Ma Xiang, otherwise he would have fallen behind.

"Put me down! I can go! Ma Xiang also knew that he had become an absolute burden, but now he felt that his legs and feet seemed to have regained a lot of strength, and he hurriedly struggled to get off the ground, but Zhao Siwen didn't let go, "First ...... Heads...... Stop it...... I can still carry it! ”

Several agents next to him also hurriedly said, "Yes, chief! Don't move! "Chief, it's okay if we carry you down, don't worry, it must be- oops!" The field agent who was speaking suddenly screamed and fell to the ground on one side. The strength to hold Ma Xiang suddenly decreased to one side, Zhao Siwen was also weak under his feet, his body was unstable and fell to the ground, and the group of people around him fell to the ground.

Ma Xiang turned an eye to see that the agent who had fallen to the ground was already lying on his stomach, with a huge hole in his back, still gurgling blood, and he looked motionless and obviously hopeless. He couldn't help but feel angry in his chest, but there was nothing he could do, he was surrounded by several "own people" and couldn't move.

"Bang bang bang" There was another burst of gunfire, and several soldiers of the Northern Army near him fell to the ground as they fled, and more soldiers just ran faster, and no one paid attention to them. Soon Ma Xiang felt that the enemy on the top of the slope had focused his attention on this side, and with another burst of intense fire, bullets began to fall near their position.

"Chief, be careful!" Zhao Siwen screamed, quickly got up, and pounced towards Ma Xiang, but there was a field agent in the back who moved faster than him, and directly knelt on the ground, and then several projectiles hit him, blood splashed, splashing several people on the ground. He leaned to one side, the pupils of his eyes rapidly dilated, and he died without even saying a word.

"Bastard!" Ma Xiang only had time to curse, and the hooves of the dragoons had already come to a place less than twenty meters away from him, and they held their cavalry knives high and rushed towards this group of strange people on the ground. Ma Xiang took a deep breath, but suddenly found that his previous symptoms of weak legs were completely gone, as if his strength had returned to him, he took out a six-shot 1628 revolver from his coat pocket, and fired two shots at the enemy who rushed to the front.

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Ma Xiang's previous shooting ability was not very good, especially pistol shooting, the hit rate of the 20-meter target was not even 60 percent, but now he breathed steadily, holding the gun in both hands, with these two gunshots, the dragoon who rushed to the front suddenly stiffened, fell sideways from the horse's back, and his body fell on the grass under the action of inertia and rolled over for six or seven times before stopping, from the strange angle of his neck can be imagined to be absolutely dead.

The training of a field agent is far more troublesome than the training of a special investigation team, as the leader of the special investigation team, Ma Xiang is naturally very clear, but at this moment, in order to save him, two field agents have already died in Huangquan, which is simply torture for him. He rose from his knees, pistols in both hands, and fired at the rushing dragoons, and although the accuracy of the hit rate had dropped in such rapid fire, he still managed to hit two men and a horse.

Russell couldn't help but be stunned, in the camp of the Northern Army, there was such a continuous sound of shooting, then there must be firearms provided by the Chinese, he quickly looked over, on the ramp less than sixty meters, four or five people were in a pile, one of them was holding a pistol, and the muzzle was still spraying gunsmoke. With the sound of gunfire, he saw several dragoons turn and fall as if they had knocked down an invisible wall. "It's Chinese!" He couldn't help but shout, "Catch him!" ”

The soldiers hurriedly jumped off their horses and rushed towards Ma Xiang's position, and Russell shouted loudly behind him, "Don't be afraid! That gun only had six bullets! He's done! ”

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But an unexpected situation occurred, Ma Xiang stuffed the pistol with the bullet into the hands of the people next to him, touched it in his clothes, and when the hand reappeared, there was another pistol along with the hand. "Bang bang!" Two more shots rang out, and one of the approaching dragoons rolled over and fell to the ground, his weapon falling to the ground.

"Quick! Hurry up! Although Russell was heartbroken by the loss of the dragoons, if he could catch a Chinese, it would provide a lot of bargaining chips for the next battle and negotiation, so he just urged the soldiers around him to hurry up and try to capture those Chinese alive.

The dragoons moved closer to Ma Xiang's direction, and their bodies inadvertently covered the shooting range of the infantry battalion behind, they could not shoot this way, and at the same time the dragoons had to capture these Chinese alive according to the order, so although the situation of Ma Xiang and his party looked dangerous, there was no threat at all. As the rhythm of the battle got started, Ma Xiang took cover at the rear in a shooting posture at the moment, urging the field agents behind him to retreat towards the woods down the slope.

"Catch up! Catch up! Of course, Russell knew that Ma Xiang was planning to retreat, but he was suffering from wanting to capture him alive, so he could only let the soldiers not fight back, and at this moment a rather strange situation was formed, although the pursuer had a musket in his hand, he did not dare to fight, and the gun in the hand of the person being chased kept ringing again and again. In particular, as long as the field agents received the empty pistol handed by Ma Xiang, they would load it with bullets, and when Ma Xiang handed it to him empty-handed, they would hand the loaded pistol again. In this way, don't look at Ma Xiang, there are only three or four people here, but the shooting is endless, which makes Russell almost crazy.

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It didn't take long for Ma Xiang to get quite close to the woods, and the eyes of the pursuing dragoons couldn't help but fall on the woods at this time, and there were not only the Northern Army soldiers who fled with their backs to them as before. Now the woods are densely packed with soldiers of the Northern Army, they are all short and half-kneeling in the bushes, some of them have spears in their hands, but more people can't see the weapons in their hands, they just quietly half-kneel there, like a clay statue that makes people shudder.

......With the more intensive gunfire, the rain of bullets swept over the pursuers, sweeping them to the ground, and the wounded soldiers rolled on the gentle slope, twisting their bodies, and the wails rang out in an instant.

"There's an ambush!" As a dragoon shouted loudly, Ma Xiang, who was still retreating before, also shouted loudly at the same time, "Get down!" Shoot! While shouting, he pressed a few "of his own" beside him and threw himself on the ground, his head bowed in the grass.

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The soldier in the woods, who had no weapons in his hands, suddenly picked up the Senate rifles from the bushes, and in order to prevent the bushes from hooking the trigger or hammering to affect the shooting, the hammers were not pulled up, and the safety had been turned off. Following the officer's command, the soldiers of the Northern Army opened the rifle safety in unison, and then pulled the trigger on the chasing dragoons.

"......Bang bang" With the more intensive gunfire, the bullets rained over the pursuers, sweeping them to the ground in large swaths, and the wounded soldiers rolled on the gentle slope, twisting their bodies, and the wail rang out in an instant.

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"Damn it! Is there really an ambush? When he heard the gunshots, Commander Medeno was still at the bottom of the gentle slope on the other side, because of the obscuration of the top of the slope, he did not know what was happening on the other side, and could only hear from the different dense fires that the gunfire was not from his own side.

Ruan Da's face was like dead ash, he felt that his heart was beating wildly, almost jumping out of his mouth, and his breathing was too rapid to keep up with his needs, "The Chinese are coming!" Several of the old subordinates beside him muttered incoherently, and the soldiers looked at each other at a loss. Due to their delay in the woods in front, they who were originally in the first row had now been lined up in the last row, and when the first two rows of infantry battalions rushed up to the top of the slope, they were still in the middle of the ramp on this side, far from entering the ambush field.

But Ruan Da felt a very terrible threat around him, although he couldn't figure out where the threat came from, but his heartbeat was already making him almost out of breath, thinking of this, he couldn't help but shout, "Retreat!" With that, he pulled his leg and ran back. With the collapse of the two "Chinese" infantry battalions, the Medeno commander almost tilted his nose, this is just the beginning of the war, and he has not seen the disadvantage, why did these "most reliable" former Chinese commanders run away?

At the same time, the shooting in the woods did not stop, but became more and more intensive, and the soldiers of the infantry battalion were located at the top of the slope, and their bodies were particularly conspicuous in the skyline, and it was not a problem to aim at all. The soldiers in front encountered a sudden shot, and they were also confused at the moment, only knowing that they were running backwards, but they didn't notice that they were going uphill, running much slower, and with their backs to the muzzle of the guns, they were simply sending heads to the northern army.

In contrast, the dragoons reacted much faster, and most of them quickly ran back to their horses, turned over and rushed towards the top of the slope, and the speed of the horses was faster than that of people, and it was more difficult to be aimed at them while sitting on horseback. Russell had no intention of letting the soldiers continue to attack, his men had already lost almost twenty men in the attack just now, and more than thirty fell when they were ambushed next, such losses were too great, so let the soldiers retreat to the anticline of the hillside to avoid the limelight before making the next step.

But what happened next was what they didn't expect, and suddenly a very rapid and continuous gunfire rang out on a hill to their left, and with the gunshots, two lines of fire shot from the hill in the distance, sweeping back and forth in the crowded crowd, and the unprepared soldiers did not expect such a flank strike at all, and fell to the grass under the continuous fire of the machine guns. And with the position of the hill, it is just able to overlook the entire ramp on both sides, there is no anticline in front of the machine gun, it is all frontal at all, and the dense crowd on the slope has become countless targets at this moment, and has become a corpse under the scythe of the machine gun.

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