Hong Chengchou also fought hard, he didn't expect the Qing army to jump over the wall in a hurry, and now he is ready to send it. If they don't take this opportunity to block the Tartars in the river and then strike a thunderous blow, then once they cross the river, the more than 2,000 people will be able to run again.

Li Wenchang, the magistrate of the county who was persuaded by Hong Chengchou, took his own soldiers to kill him first, don't look at him as a thin scholar, but he is no less than those martial artists when he fights hard. Although the Ming army was small in number, it had already been prepared and formed a formation on the river beach on the north bank of the Xiaoling River.

Seven or eight out of ten Qing troops who came up one after another were crushed by the military formation, but this shape did not last long, and as more and more Qing soldiers came ashore, Hong Chengchou's heart was also tightly suspended.

The Ming army formation on the river beach on the north bank of the Xiaoling River is becoming more and more inadequate, and the combat strength of the Qing army is not bad after all, and with the gradual increase in the number of people ashore, the combat effectiveness has gradually become stronger. After coming and going, he gradually gained a foothold on the north bank, Hong Chengchou saw it in his eyes, was anxious in his heart, and forced the army to step up the battle.

However, the shape shì became more and more of a headache, and Hong Chengchou suddenly found that Li Wenchang, the magistrate of the county in the melee, was slashed on the back by a Tartar. I saw Li Wenchang's body staggering for a while, but he seemed to be crazy, ignoring the wounds on his body, his eyes were red and slashed heavily between the neck of the tartar.

The Tartar fell to the ground in an instant, and then Li Wenchang's personal soldiers rushed up to protect his own county magistrate, desperately pulling Li Wenchang back. Unexpectedly, Li Wenchang went to struggle desperately and curse, making them let go of themselves, even if they died, they would die on the battlefield.

Seeing this, Hong Chengchou only felt that his eyes were a little moist, Li Zhixian's behavior really made him admire, and he felt related. If the court is full of such desperate soldiers, why can't the Ming Dynasty prosper? It's a pity that the Manchu Dynasty is full of people who only fly and camp for their own selfish interests.

"Go quickly, save Li Zhixian!"

Hong Chengchou ordered his own soldiers to go up and assist those guards to snatch Li Zhixian back, he never wanted Li Zhixian to die in vain. He clearly saw Li Wenchang being slashed heavily in the back just now, and since Li Wenchang had no armor on his body, it can be imagined that the wounds caused by this knife would never be light.

Hong Chengchou was not bad, Li Wenchang was carried back and lost his strength, and then fell down weakly. He leaned over to inspect the wound on Li Zhixian's back, but it was deep enough to reach the bone, which was unbearable to witness. So he took off Li Wenchang's shirt, bandaged it briefly, and personally selected two pro-soldiers who applied for physical fitness, and they had to carry Li Zhixian back to Jinzhou no matter what. He knew very well that Li Wenchang had been injured too badly, and if he was not sent back to Jinzhou for treatment as soon as possible, he was afraid that his life would not be long in coming.

After disposing of Li Wenchang, when Hong Chengchou raised his head again, he was desperate to find that the Qing soldiers on the river beach on the north bank of the Xiaoling River were gathering more and more, and they had reached the point that he could not defeat. But at this point, it is no longer possible to retreat with all your body in mind. There are only two paths in front of him, one is to fight to the death, and the other is to flee regardless of Yiqiē, and in the end, I am afraid that it will be difficult to escape the fate of the entire army.

Hong Chengchou looked up at the sky, and really wanted to ask this damn thief God, why did he tease him so much, since he gave him hope, why did he crush this hope ruthlessly. Under the excitement, Hong Chengchou burst into tears, and at this moment he had already made up his mind to die. Even when he was captured before, he didn't have the determination to die in his heart, and now this boulder that has been pressing on his heart has finally been unloaded.

The Yan Ling knife was raised high, and the hoarse shouting floated over the entire Xiaoling River beach.

"Kill the Tartars!"

A shout, Hong Chengchou ignored the dissuasion of his own soldiers, and rushed into the battlefield, he wanted to fight to the death with this group of Qing troops, it would be a big deal for twenty years to be a man, and then he would kill the Tartars.

Suddenly, there was a shout of killing Tartars all over the field, Hong Chengchou couldn't help but wonder, could his more than 2,000 remnants of the army still have such momentum after a hard battle? Until a pro-soldier pointed to the Ming army that stretched for miles and rolled over.

"Ministry, Ministry, reinforcements, reinforcements have arrived!"

Hong Chengchou turned his head to look, as if in a dream, a scarlet Ming army battle flag hunted in the wind, who else could it be if it wasn't the Ming army? He never thought that the battle flag of the Ming army would be so exciting, and it made people cry with excitement.

Hong Chengchou knew that it was Li Xin who came, and he never imagined that it was Li Xin who saved him in the end.

The cannon rumbled, and the white and thick smoke of gunpowder spread all the way as the Three Guards advanced.

Hong Chengchou seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, "Reinforcements are coming, work harder, and drive the Tartars down the Xiaoling River to feed the fish!" ”

This shout was different from the previous ones, and it was full of joy and excitement of victory. With the Three Guards in the back, the more than 2,000 remnants of the army definitely have the strength to fight, in fact, he still has an unspeakable secret in his heart, that is, he doesn't want to be too wolf in front of Li Xin. After all, he is the dignified governor of the four provinces, and he always has to leave himself a little dignity.

The Three Guards have heard about it for a long time, and now they finally have the opportunity to see this legendary elite soldier fighting against the Qing army.

With the hard work of more than 2,000 remnants, the Qing troops gathered on the river beach were stagnant, and Hong Chengchou took the opportunity to order everyone to disperse to both sides to open the way for the three guards to dodge. At this time, most of the Qing army had crossed the Xiaoling River, and after discovering the reinforcements of the Ming army, they seized the time to spread out a formation on the narrow river beach, and it was this opportunity that Hong Chengchou's troops broke away from contact with the Qing army.

As soon as the passage was dodged, Hong Chengchou's ear drum seemed to be beaten round after round by the drum, which was the cannon of the Three Guards firing in turn. Hong Chengchou was surprised to find that the cannon of the Three Guards actually rushed in front of the infantry army, and the cannon was clamped on the wheels and pushed forward by the artillery at a rapid pace, and then ignited and fired.

Shells rained down like hail round after round on the Qing troops gathered on the river beach, and occasionally a solid cannonball smashed into the military formation, splashing a wave of flesh and blood, and the limbs and arms were cut off and people could not bear to witness.

It is said that the firearms of the Three Guards are very good, and when I see them today, they really live up to their reputation, and if they bombard them with artillery like this, I am afraid that they can break up the Tartars without an infantry charge. However, He Luohui had already given the order to attack categorically.

Just now, the Ming army was in a dilemma and fell into a dangerous situation, but now it is the turn of feng shui to take turns, and it is the turn of He Luohui to face this situation. He Luohui gritted his teeth, he had already realized that the Ming army that stretched for several miles in front of him should be Li Xin's Three Guards, and he had only heard that the Three Guards were standing extraordinary, and several princes of the Qing Dynasty had suffered countless losses in their hands, and even Dolgon had suffered great losses in Li Xin's hands.

The strength of the Eight Banners was revealed at this time, and in the face of the critical moment, they were calm and unhurried, and had recovered from the chaos in the early days of crossing the river.

He Luo will calculate the distance from the Ming army's battle line, counting the steps in his heart, he intends to survive the first three rounds of feather arrows, even if he loses the writers, as long as he rushes in front of the other party, the initiative of the battlefield will be in his own hands again.

Of course, He Luohui's self-confidence did not come out of thin air, according to his observation, don't look at the battle line of the Three Guards Army, which stretches for several miles, but the depth is extremely narrow, there are only five or six people, and such a military formation is simply not capable of blocking the fighting blow of the Eight Banners. Although he didn't understand why Li Xin had revealed such an obvious flaw, the shape on the battlefield was instantaneous, and he couldn't think much at this time, as long as he rushed forward desperately.

After a distance of 100 steps, the rain of arrows of the Ming army did not shoot over, and when the heart silently counted to eighty steps, the feather arrows of the Ming army still did not move, He Luo would be confused, what was wrong with them, was it a bluff?

Until the silent count reached fifty paces, the Ming army still did not fire a salvo of arrows except for the frequent firing of artillery. Until this time, He Luohui suddenly discovered that in addition to the foot soldiers with spears in the Ming army's formation, they were also foot soldiers with fire guns.

He Luohui suddenly realized that the long-range strike weapon in the other party's hand was a fire gun, and if he settled down a little in his heart, the fire gun was even less threatening, and this kind of thing was not as good as a fire stick after a salvo. Is it better to meet Li Xin than to be famous? Is he just these two brushes? I really look up to him.

He Luohui quickened his pace, and at the same time urged the army to speed up the charge. At the same time, the cavalry also mobilized and outflanked the Three Guards from the right flank, seeing that the Three Guards had no reason to survive the blows of the Qing army in this situation. A qiē seems to be in control, He Luohui suddenly has a little contempt for this Li Xinsheng, and it is really better to be famous than to meet, and it turns out that the god is nothing more than that.

"Kill!"

The Qing army's death-defying infantry soldiers burst out with a terrifying shouting of killing, but just after twenty paces, when He Luohui had already given up the silent count, the muskets of the three guards fired.

The projectiles fired in a volley shot out like a rain of bullets, and He Luo would not care, after a salvo, those muskets were already burning sticks. Who would have thought that after one salvo, the Three Guards would actually have a second salvo, then the third, the fourth, the fifth.

Five salvos were fired, and the Eight Banners armor soldiers who rushed to the front fell one stubble after another, and when He Luohui reacted, there was already white gunsmoke in front of him, and he couldn't see anything clearly in front of him.

He Luo would ignore the order of the army to rush over, even if he saw the situation on the battlefield, as long as he rushed up and scattered the Three Guards, the Qing army would win.