The moment the two armies confront each other is the time to clear up new and old hatreds.

Both the Ming army and the Qing army have too many reasons to kill their opponents.

This night is destined to be a sleepless night.

Li Dingguo brought the army to attack Changsha this time, and he was the elite among his elite. Although he was not the only one to fight ten, his combat effectiveness was very considerable.

As soon as they fought, the soldiers of the Green Camp felt a powerful murderous aura. This murderous aura made them feel very scared, and their fighting spirit was inevitably lowered.

All the soldiers of the Ming army were fearless and slashed at the vital points of the Qing soldiers.

The Green Camp soldiers could only carry their swords to block them, and were led by the Ming army everywhere, and they were very passive in retreating.

Oboi originally wanted to wait a little longer, but now he really can't stand it anymore.

He shouted loudly, and the Eight Banners Army rushed towards the Ming army like a pack of wolves.

They were as dull as Oboi for too long.

The flower world in the Central Plains is so fascinating that they sometimes doubt whether they can adapt to life on the battlefield again.

But when they set off in armor, everything came back.

They are still the invincible Eight Banners Warriors, and the Ming army was not their opponent before. They are still not now.

"Kill the Ming thief!"

Li Dingguo is very famous, but they don’t care.

No matter how strong the Ming generals are, they are not as brave as Manchu warriors. This is the difference between sheep and wolf.

The Eight Banners soldiers' fighting skills are obviously much stronger than those of the Green Camp soldiers. They do not have too many fancy moves, and they are all aimed at taking human lives.

The soldiers under Li Dingguo's command had not experienced such a strong battle for a long time, and it was a little difficult for a while.

However, after adapting to the three axes of the Eight Banners soldiers, the Ming soldiers discovered that the Eight Banners soldiers were not as brave as the legendary ones.

They simply know how to kill people on the battlefield, and this is also the strength of Ming soldiers.

Then let’s see who can kill more.

The standard waist knife of the Ming army was different from the Qing army's sword, and the blade was wider and more suitable for capacity.

The Ming soldiers made full use of this to force the Eight Banners soldiers to fight with them.

When swinging a knife on the battlefield, you must be steady, accurate and ruthless. You can kill yourself without a single knife, but you must do practical work.

This kind of hand-to-hand combat has no formation at all. You may be surrounded by brothers in robe or vicious enemies.

Therefore, experienced veterans often agree to fight with their good brothers, so that they can at least leave their backs to the robes with confidence.

Zhao Wu is such a veteran. He and Cao Laosi were fellow townsmen. The two of them entered the military camp together. They were only fifteen or sixteen years old at that time.

The King of Jin treated them very well. Not only did he not discriminate against them, he also taught them some practical battlefield skills in person.

Zhao Wu and Cao Laosi were very moved and vowed to follow the King of Jin in this life and serve as a slap.

No matter what kind of chips others give, they will not change their minds.

This time they rushed to the front.

The Tartars were enemies who killed their relatives and brothers, so they all knew this without the King of Jin.

So when they used their strength to attack, they did not give the Qing soldiers even a chance to survive.

Veterans with experience on the battlefield often try to make a big hole in enemy soldiers.

The bigger this hole, the faster the enemy soldiers will lose blood, so they will die even if they are not dead at that time.

Zhao Wu and Cao Laosi bet to see who killed more Tartars after this battle.

The loser will ask the other party to drink.

Since there is no time for them to cut off their enemy's heads, they count completely on their own.

Fortunately, the two trusted them fully and would not suspect that the other party deliberately lied to kill the enemy in order to win the bet.

"Cao Laosi, you have to work harder. I have already killed seven Tartars."

"Fifth, don't show off. I've also killed six Tartars, no worse than you!"

The two of them talked and laughed.

If they hadn't been gasping for breath, they wouldn't have seen them fighting on the fierce battlefield, as if they thought they would have had tea in the teahouse again.

"Cao Laosi is careful about your side!"

Zhao Wu's smile disappeared instantly and hurriedly reminded him.

Cao Laosi looked at him with a spear in his hand. Sure enough, a Qing soldier stabbed him at him.

One inch long and one inch stronger, there must be an advantage on the battlefield compared to a short sword, and this advantage is quite large.

Cao Laosi did not dare to resist. He swung his knife lightly, and twisted his body with the flow and avoided the death spear.

Very dangerous!

If Zhao Wu hadn't reminded him, Cao Laosi really didn't notice that the Tartars were still playing secretly.

He was about to thank his old friend when another Qing soldier came to the front.

The Qing soldiers looked like Han people, they looked like Han people, they should be a real enemy.

Cao Laosi sneered and thought to himself that this Tartar really doesn’t know how to live or die. If you meet grandpa today, I will teach you how to be a human being.

Since the other party also used a knife, Cao Laosi used his unique skills without fear.

His sword technique focuses on chopping and slashing, and his strength is very domineering, so he can often gain the upper hand in the process of countering the sword.

As expected, the Eight Banners soldiers regretted the moment when the two swords collided.

How could the Ming army soldier be so strong? He was so shocked that he felt ache and screamed.

Then he cursed Cao Laosi, and Cao Laosi frowned when he heard this.

"What a bird's singing, let's talk to the King of Hell."

He waved his sword and slashed again, but this sword turned towards the Eight Banners soldiers.

The Eight Banners soldiers quickly waved their swords to greet them, but unexpectedly, the knife face in their hands was cut off by Cao Laosi.

Cao Laosi waved his sword and cut off the nose of the Eight Banners soldiers.

"ah!"

The Eight Banners soldier let out a pig-killing wail in pain, his whole body trembled and twitched in pain, and the knife in his hand was thrown away.

"That's it?"

Cao Laosi let out a disdain, then stepped forward and waved his knife to smear the neck of the Eight Banners soldiers.

A bloodline instantly appeared on the neck of the Eight Banners soldier, and then blood gushed out of the injury.

The Eight Banners soldiers stared at Cao Laosi in disbelief, as if wondering how he could die at the hands of a Han man.

Blood foam kept popping out of his neck, and the Eight Banners soldier fell to the ground with his legs softened. He tried his best to block the wound with both hands, but it was obviously futile. His body kept twitching and rolling, like a loach in the mud pond.

Cao Laosi kicked him away with a fierce kick and cursed: "I killed the enemy like taking things out of my bag. It is your misfortune to meet me. Don't be a Tartar again in your next life, be a person."

In Cao Laosi's opinion, the Tartars were obviously not humans, and saying that they were evil ghosts was an insult to ghosts.

"Lao Wu, how about it? My knife is not rusted yet, right?"

Zhao Wu had just killed a Qing army. Seeing that Cao Laosi started bragging again, he smiled and said, "Cao Laosi, don't be proud first. We have to see who killed more Tartars. Don't just show off your verbal pleasure."

Cao Laosi also smiled and said, "Okay, let's see who killed more Tartars after the war is over. You kid are not allowed to cheat."

"Whoever cheats on you is the grandson!"

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