There were fighting everywhere for dozens of miles in Zhangqiu.

Bolo led more than 10,000 troops and finally rushed eighty miles to Zhangqiu. However, he received a blow in the head and had to escape again to break out of the encirclement.

But how could the Ming army let them come and leave whenever they wanted?

The soldiers in the imperial camps in each town have been holding back their energy for a long time, just waiting to eat meat. Although fighting is dangerous, the rewards are rich. From the generals to the soldiers, even the auxiliary soldiers are not willing to miss this opportunity.

The reward for killing a Tatar is thirty taels of silver, and for capturing a war horse, the reward is ten taels of silver.

The armor, swords, guns and gunpowder seized were all rewarded with silver.

To put it bluntly, even if you are injured, you can still get some money. If you are unfortunately killed in battle, you will also get three years of salary pension plus ten taels of funeral expenses. Calculating it to a small amount of 200 yuan, if you have an old mother, a widow, and young children, you can still have another month.

Receive a monthly ration.

They all came from the troubled times in Chongzhen these years. Human life is worthless.

It's a big deal that if you lose your life and reincarnate again, the opportunity to make money is gone, but it's really gone.

Besides, this battle is about beating a drowned dog.

If you pick up something cheap, can you still miss it?

Bolo was chased like a lost dog. He was also known as the famous king of the clan. He fought all the way to Hangzhou City back then, but he had never fought a battle like this.

There are more than 10,000 soldiers, even though many of them are old and young, and even armored slaves, they used to fight the Ming army like this, but they were invincible.

The Ming army attacked like crazy. I have never seen such a ferocious Ming army.

Moreover, the equipment of the Ming army was actually better than theirs.

Especially firearms, which can shoot fast, far, and accurately.

Even the cavalry were equipped with muskets, which were self-generating muskets that did not require a match rope. They were much shorter than ordinary bird muskets and could be loaded on horseback. They rushed up like the wind, fired a musket at them, and then turned around.

Reload, pursue again, shoot again, and then leave again.

Bolo led people to the rear, and his subordinates were all elites, forming a cavalry formation. As a result, they could not get any benefit from these guys, and they were always disrupted from a distance.

They responded with bows and arrows, but they were far inferior to their muskets.

Sometimes they could fire three shots at a time, one long and two short. When they got closer, they fired three shots, which even the lead bullets and cotton armor couldn't withstand. They used bows and arrows to fight back, but most of their damage was blocked by the cotton armor.

They hit and run, reloading from a distance. Many of the knights' eyes were red with excitement, and they pursued them regardless of orders. As a result, the lineup was scattered, and those who pursued them were often surrounded, and there was a burst of gunfire.

, most of those who go out never come back.

Bolo could only fight and retreat, but these cloaked hussars relied on their muskets to move far and fast, and hung like flies from behind, constantly harassing and shooting, killing and wounding.

What's even worse is that from time to time, a group of light cavalry wielding sabers rush out. With their light swords and fast horses, they approach like the wind. Anyone who falls behind will be attacked by them, and then they run away like the wind.

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From time to time, a group of breastplate musketeers appeared blocking the road. These musketeers had different fighting styles from the cloaked musketeers. They always rushed close, jumped off their horses, formed a musket formation, and fired volleys and muskets at them continuously, with intensive firepower.

, keeping up with their thick breastplates and bayonets, you can't take advantage if you want to charge, and you can't escape if you want to escape.

There were also lancers who cooperated with these dismounted cavalry, charging with their lances pointed and shouting, and they ran directly into them.

As soon as you are entangled, infantrymen with muskets will arrive from nowhere. They will stand still and attack you in rows with their muskets.

Along the way, there were corpses of the Eight Banners everywhere.

The Qing army was already discouraged.

No morale.

They just wanted to run towards Jinan, but they were tired and exhausted, and their horses couldn't run anymore. Especially those Eight Banners and convoys who followed without horses were even worse.

Manqi simply gave up on them, escaped around them, and abandoned them on the road, allowing the Ming army to surround, divide, and massacre them.

Bolo had been beaten so much that he lost his will to fight. He ran around and ran to the back, unable to muster any courage.

He looked back from time to time, looking at the battlefield behind him, at those fellow tribesmen who were being overtaken and surrounded and making desperate resistance. He knew that he had lost, and he was so confused.

He regretted that he should not have left Jinan City.

He regretted leaving the city so easily without collecting more information. The Ming army had so many troops ambushing them here. If he had been more cautious, he should have been able to discover them.

He didn't even know if he could escape back to Jinan.

The crackling sound of muskets sounded behind them, and another cavalryman rushed over.

However, no one in the full cavalry turned around to fight. Instead, they kicked the horse's belly hard to speed up their escape.

Faced with an unwinnable battle, no one wants to look back.

Zhao Xiaolou chased for a while, tripped, fell to the ground, and could not get up. He felt that his body was hollowed out, his legs were as weak as walking on cotton, he even felt dizzy, his ears were ringing, and his stomach was still churning.

Nausea, his throat felt dry and on fire, and he felt like his head was dizzy and confused.

Captain Li Baoquan helped him up, "Are you injured?"

"I don't know." Zhao Xiaolou responded with difficulty, panting.

At this time, a light rider passed by and gave orders.

Let them return to the camp to assemble and help clean up the battlefield.

Their combat mission is over.

In this battle, the two thousand soldiers of the Shence Town Leftist Association suffered heavy casualties, and the more than three thousand soldiers of the auxiliary camp also suffered many casualties. They used their bodies as bait to withstand the impact of the Tatar forward's three thousand elite cavalry.

They were held off for a long time until Bolo arrived.

In order to avoid alerting the enemy, the ambushes at Lady Mountain and Yuhuang Mountain remained stationary, and Zhangqiu only sent a thousand hussars for reinforcements.

Although in terms of military strength, they were two against one, three thousand against three thousand auxiliaries and three thousand elite Eight Banners, three years ago, no one believed that they could win.

But they won.

When Bolo arrived, they had annihilated more than a thousand Tatars and even killed the leading general Turay.

"Vice Captain Liu doesn't know if he's okay, go back and have a look." Zhao Xiaolou still remembered the injured and comatose Vice President Liu. He admired Vice President Liu very much. He was a scholar. He was with them in the army.

I despise them, so I read newspapers to them every day, teach them how to read, and write letters home to them.

Zhao Xiaolou followed Deputy Liu and recognized hundreds of characters. Although his handwriting was not good, he at least recognized a lot. He was very grateful to Deputy Liu and thought he was a very good person.

Hope he's okay.

Li Baoquan supported him and returned to the camp together. There were corpses everywhere, blood flowed all over the ground, and the land was dyed red. They found the position they had previously guarded.

Auxiliary troops have already begun cleaning the battlefield.

Soldiers wearing Ming army uniforms, especially the wounded soldiers who were still alive, had their arms tied with cloth bands of different colors. The seriously injured were carried away first, and the lightly injured were bandaged and cared for on site.

There were also auxiliary soldiers pushing carts, bravely carrying machetes and axes, and chopping off the heads of Tatars on the battlefield.

Some people are responsible for stripping off clothes and armor, others are responsible for picking up weapons, and there are even military veterinarians checking injured horses on the battlefield, treating those that can be cured, and tying red cloth strips on the ears of horses that cannot be cured.

Subsequent auxiliary soldiers will come over to slaughter the horses, skin them and divide the meat directly. This is important food on the battlefield, and meat is in short supply. It cannot be wasted. If it is summer, it must be given as soon as possible.

Slaughter and clean up to prevent spoilage.

Zhao Xiaolou and the two walked around, but did not see Deputy Liu.

The other three wounded soldiers were also missing.

They pulled out six of their fallen teammates from the pile of dead people. Looking at the bloody faces, Zhao Xiaolou felt extremely sad. They trained together every day, ate together every day, and even slept together, grinding their teeth and spanking.

Such a group of people just disappeared.

He remembered each of them's usual mantras, and even knew about their respective family situations, whether they had parents, whether they had sisters, where they were from, and what their plans were for the future.

But now, he was lying here completely motionless. Even Zhang Tiezhu, the big man who usually complained constantly, was rarely quiet.

Zhao Xiaolou couldn't help crying.

After Li Baoquan checked them one by one, he closed their eyes, then picked up a knife and started to chop off the heads of the Tatars next to him.

This was originally a matter for the auxiliary soldiers. The soldiers did not need to go out of their way to chop off their heads. There would still be corresponding merit records after the war. The imperial camp's beheading merit was now changing to a collective reward, but he still slashed with the sword regardless of fatigue.

, seems to be venting the anger in his heart in this way.

Zhao Xiaolou also silently picked up a Tatar's sword, kicked off the Tatar's helmet, and then slashed with the knife.

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Zhangqiu City Head.

The emperor always stood under the nine banners.

Although they were more than ten miles apart, everyone in the city knew that the Ming Dynasty had won.

It was a very nice win.

The Tatars were completely defeated. According to this momentum, the Tatars might even be annihilated. After eighty miles, the Tatars had little chance to escape back to Jinan.

Even if Jinan has not yet been surrounded by the Ming army Zhongsu and other towns, not many will be able to escape the pursuit and go back.

Even if Bolo tried his best to escape, as long as a few thousand people didn't escape, it can basically be said that the entire army was wiped out.

"Congratulations to Your Majesty!"
To be continued...