"Kill it!" Tong Gar roared, and the warriors under his command were injured and injured, and he was not afraid of being angry.

They were arrogant and strange, and how could they retreat? Moreover, there were examples in front of them. For example, Oboi, who was once a magnificent and powerful man, led 24 soldiers to garrison Luotuo Mountain, and the Ming army robbed the camp for 400 nights, killed more than 200 of them, and seized dozens of horses.

During the Battle of Jinzhou, Dasu, who was once a magnificent for Bayala, also led six cavalry to attack a mountain outside Jinzhou. Nearly a hundred Ming troops were soldiers, and there were firearms and cannons to defend them. Dasu killed them all.

Because of their merits, Oboi and Dasu were both promoted. The Ming army set up an ambush in front of us. There may be dozens of people listening to the sound of firearms, but how could Tong Gar be afraid? They have rich experience in fighting firearms and know that as long as they get close, firearms are not as good as fire sticks. The other party has strong armor, but when they get close, the other party will fall under their bows and arrows.

Kill the enemy and make meritorious contributions, otherwise you will be inexplicably injured and injured, and you will be punished if you don’t want to go back.

All the vests were as thoughtful as Tong Gar, roaring angrily, and pounced onto the mountain like violent wild boars.

Qian Sanniang hid behind the old locust tree, and a deep scratch on the throat armor. She just opened a gun and hit a Tartar vest, followed by an arrow flying in, hitting her throat. Fortunately, the Tartar's throat armor has a curve, "V" shape, and is made of stainless steel. The Tartar's heavy arrows slide away from the armor and cannot be broken. But she was shocked and sweated. This shows that these Tartar's arrows are indeed accurate.

Seeing the remaining Tartars roaring and rushing forward with the cover of rocks and trees, the cavalry kept firing guns, but only hitting the rocks or their left and right sides. Obviously, although they were told not to be nervous in advance, everyone was still a little afraid when facing the Tartars.

She shouted, "See it and hit it!" The hammer of the winged tiger gun in her hand had been pressed down by the retracted rod, so she twisted the barrel and changed the holes. The steel-made winged tiger gun aimed at a Tartar sword and shield hand.

The Tartar held the shield and leaned against his body, jumping and twisting, either flashing through rocks or trees, and many guns were ringing, but they only hit him in front, back, left and right. In a blink of an eye, he stepped into twenty steps, and the shield tightened to cover his body, and only exposed the flying axe with a cold light shining in his right hand.

Qian Sanniang calculated his steps and predicted his next move. She was about to fire the gun when suddenly a "whisper" sounded, and a squeak arrow flew through the unfinished smoke and flashed towards Qian Sanniang.

Qian Sanniang flashed quickly, and a thick and long arrow was rubbing past the tree. The bark was broken and flying. I don’t know which Tartar archer shot an arrow.

At this time, a scream was made by the Tartar sword and shield throwing a flying axe. The flying axe was spinning and roaring and cutting on Song Ge'er's face not far away. Blood splashed out, and Song Ge'er screamed, throwing the winged tiger gun in his hand far away, and he fell backwards and was unconscious.

The Tartar sword and shield jumped like flying, with a strong body, and then rushed behind a rock, and a heavy iron bone appeared in his right hand.

Qian Sanniang glanced at him and pulled the machine when he jumped out of the rock.

The hammer flint was scraped from the washboard-type fire sickle, and the rushing flames of white smoke rose from the funnel-type fire door. The fire chips ignited the goose feather medicine tube inside, and the surging flames of smoke sprayed out from the muzzle.

There was a loud bang, and a heavy single-headed bullet fired out.

The Tartar sword and shield hand jumped in mid-air, and his shield shattered. After the single-headed bullet hit his shield, it hit his right chest obliquely. The single-headed bullet that strengthened the armor-breaking power penetrated his cotton armor layer, and continued to penetrate the iron short armor inside, deeply breaking into his body. The double-layer heavy armor he was proud of did not play any protective role.

The blood mist of the big bunch splashed out from his chest, and the hideous expression of the vest knife and shield hand frozen in an instant. As if he was hit by a heavy hammer, he fell back to the back of the rock. He was thrusting there, one foot exposed, and constantly twitching.

Qian Sanniang's winged tiger gun hammer was pressed down by the back seat again. She twisted the gun barrel and changed the hole. The mouth of the gun barrel that had just been fired was even more sizzling smoke.

Only four Tartars were left on this side, and another one died in a vest. The remaining four hesitated for a moment and continued to roar and pounce.

In particular, the only remaining Tartar sword and shield hand was as cunning and flexible as he was. The whistle cavalry fired guns at him, and they all hit the snow and covered rocks around him. Even a few whistle cavalry threw away ten thousand enemies, but they did not blow him up.

Soon the Tartar sword and shield hand entered within twenty steps. He rushed behind a rock and threw out the heavy iron bone in his hand.

The whistle driver of the Iron Huojiazhai screamed and was smashed to his head and face, making his helmet and hat crooked, his head was bleeding, and his face was broken.

His empty door opened wide, and a crescent-shaped arrow shot over, and then shot through his face, slanted upwards, and came out from behind his head. The arrows were like chisels that pushed their necks high.

The whistle driver fell to the ground and rolled on the snow and couldn't even speak. He grabbed the arrow that shot him, looking extremely painful.

"Brother Huo!" Li Ruwan shouted angrily. She could see clearly that the head of the Tartar with a tiger-backed and bear-backed waist was shot.

He held the Tartar bow, his expression was extremely violent and crazy, but he was very flexible with the protection of the rocks and was a little far away. He was not sure of hitting him by himself, so he would rather deal with the Tartar sword and shield soldiers in front of him first so that he would not rush up the mountain.

She aimed at the Tartar, and when he flashed to another rock, she fired a gun. The Tartar staggered and disappeared behind the rock, but seeing the blood on the snow, it seemed that he had been hit by a bullet in his thigh.

Li Ruwan turned the gun barrel and saw the Tartars quietly over there. She looked at each other with Qian Sanniang. They all picked up a ten thousand enemy from beside her and lit the lead in the fire of the cave. They burned "sizzling". After calculating the distance, the two women threw the ten thousand enemy over.

Ten thousand enemies fell behind the rocks, near the rocks, and there was a scream. The Tartar was lame and was about to escape. Suddenly, two loud noises were heard, rolling smoke filled the smoke, blood mist and torn limbs flew, and a half-baked head and a broken helmet rolled down from the slope.

Tong Gar suddenly stopped, and the two archers behind him were also hesitating.

Tong Gar roared suddenly, and the twelve powerful bows pulled over her ears, the bowstring trembled, and the heavy arrow shot away. The black shadow roared, like lightning flashing, Qian Sanniang lowered her head, and the thick crescent-shaped arrow slid past her helmet hat, and the arrowhead of a big chisel rubbed with the body of the helmet to create a dazzling spark.

Li Ruwan fired a gun at him, and Tong Gar hurriedly flashed to the rock, afraid that the two women would throw ten thousand enemies, so he flashed to the rock behind another rock.

He was angry and unwilling to accept it, but six of them died in the blink of an eye. If he continues to attack, he may also explain to him and he already has the desire to retreat.

Listening to the sound of guns in the southeast, the sound of explosions of thousands of enemies is constantly coming, I am afraid that Tun Dai and others will be in danger.

"Who is the Ming army on the mountain?" Tong Gar felt unspeakable. He had never encountered such a situation in his stubbornness and such a firearm, and had such a one-sided suppression in his stubborn land for more than ten years.

When he thought of retreating, he was shocked again. It was difficult to go up the mountain, but it might be difficult to go down the mountain.

He whispered with the two vests for a while, decided to fight and retreat, and try his best to use the protection of the mountains, rocks and trees, and just escape thirty steps away.

"They are going to escape." Li Ruwan shouted. She could see clearly. Although the three Tartars were still posing as attacking the mountain, their bodies were slowly retreating.

Qian Sanniang shouted: "There are also gun bullets, aim at them and attack. Brother Tan, please inform Uncle Wan and others to prepare for the horse to pursue."

She could see clearly that the Tartars had sixteen people, and there were only thirteen people attacking the mountain. It seemed that three of them were injured and left behind. They were a large group of horses, and the baggage could not be spared. It seemed that there were still several corpses on their horses. It should have been caused by the fierce battle with Qiu Wutai and others yesterday, and these heads could not be spared.

She also had a bullet in the winged tiger gun, aiming at the figure of the black tasseled Tartar head, and watched him leaping away from the rocks to the trees, and then jumping from behind the trees to behind the rocks.

She suddenly opened the gun, and thick smoke spurted out, and a heavy single-headed bullet hit him. The moment Tong Gar dodged, the bullet hit his shoulders and back.

A ball of blood mist exploded, holding some flying meat, and Tong Gar staggered. The bow and arrow came and could dodge, but the bullet could not be seen. Especially the Xin'an Army's Winged Tiger Bullet was at a speed close to the speed of sound. Tong Gar couldn't care about anything at the moment of turning around, and was shot in an instant.

Tong Gar felt half of his body numb. He gritted his teeth and roared, and still struggled to escape.

"Bang!" Another sharp gun sounded, but Brother Mao fired a gun and hit Tong Gar's back.

Tong Gar felt his whole body torn apart with the cotton armor, iron armor and chain mail. He roared angrily, and still struggled to pounce on the rocks in front of him, hiding in desperately.

Qian Sanniang grabbed a ten thousand enemies and lit them and threw them away. Then Li Ruwan lit the ten thousand enemies and threw them away. A total of five or six enemies from some whistle cavalry on the mountain fell into the rocks.

It was like the shrill howl of a wolves, which came to an abrupt end with a few huge roars. Thick smoke rolled in, with scarlet blood balls, broken limbs and broken armor, and a human head rose high.

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"Don't let those two Tartars go!"

Seeing the last two Tartar archers running away desperately, Qian Sanniang threw down the Winged Tiger Gun and drew out her two hand guns.

She pulled down the hammer with both hands, fired two guns at the two escaped Tartars, but the distance was far, only one of them was shot. Moreover, the power of the pistol was relatively weak. After he got shot, he tried his best to get up and run away.

Qian Sanniang ordered Li Ruwan and others to chase after her. She was worried about the war in the southeast and ran away with her two guns, while pulling down the hammer with both hands and rotating the gun barrel.

As soon as I got here, I saw a figure running by behind the rocks in the distance, with black tassels on his helmet and a small flag behind him, but there was another one who was divided into Shikutunday. He was the only one left to attack the mountain on his side.

Qian Sanniang fired a gun at him, and the Tartar rolled in and ran away.

Qian Sanniang fired another shot at him with her left hand, and at the same time with her right hand to change the holes. This time, the Tartar screamed, and his body shook, but he was shot in his left arm. He gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain, and escaped down the mountain with the cover of rocks and trees.

Qian Sanniang glanced at the pistol and saw that the Tartar figure was hidden behind the rocks and trees. She was not sure to shoot it. It would be fine.

Seeing that Uncle Fan and the other four were chasing each other, there were many arrows inserted into them, but overall they were fine. Only one of them was hit in the chest by the iron bones and was slightly injured, so he felt relieved.

She looked at the gun with a gun and saw that Uncle Wan and others were riding horses and chasing down the mountain. It seemed that only two Tartars jumped on the horse, and together with the three wounded left behind, they rode their horses and fled desperately, even the bodies of their comrades and many horses and supplies were not needed.

She felt an unspeakable joy in her heart and won!

Sixteen Tartars and thirteen attacked the mountain, but eleven died, and only three of them were injured and killed. This was a brilliant victory.

She looked at the sharp firearm in her hand again. Her husband always told her that she should believe in the power of civilization. The combination of advanced tools can defeat the combination of backward tools. She vaguely understood what this meant.

At the temple gate, Feng Yusheng was shocked. He held the axe in his hand tightly, and everything in front of him made him unable to believe it!

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Chapter completed!