"Brothers! Let's not go to the array! The crossbow cannot fall into the hands of the Tatars, fight to the death!" The team leader Chen Changqing said loudly, turning the crossbow hard to aim at the most densely populated areas of the Tatars.

"Bang! Boom!" The bowstring sounded, and the explosion arrow shot from the crossbow exploded among the Tatars, and the enemy was cleared several feet in a radius.

His fire also attracted the attention of the Tatars, and dozens of people rushed towards their chariot.

"Captain! We listen to you, aren't there just a few Tartars! I'll shoot them to death!"

"Okay! This is my good brother, let's do it for the Tartars!" Chen Changqing shook the wrench hard and aimed at the rushing Tatars again.

Although the transformation of the Shununxi Mountain was excellent, without the cooperation of others, the Tatars could not be prevented from approaching.

"Swoosh!" A sharp arrow shot on Chen Changqing's helmet, and the violent impact made his eyes dark and he almost fainted.

Before he could react, a Tatar jumped into the chariot and slashed over with a steel knife. Chen Changqing shook his head hard, rushed towards the Tatar, and hit him with a head hammer.

This was the move he thought of during a trolley match. At that time, both sides were wearing helmets, and even if they hit, they were just dizzy.

But now it is different. The Tatars did not have a hard helmet on their heads. They screamed in pain by Chen Changqing, and their heads were bleeding.

Before the other party could react, he punched the other party hard. The Tatars stared at their eyes, held their throats and kept rolling underground, and their bodies kept twitching.

"Captain! Be careful!"

Just as Chen Changqing was about to go up and finish the knife, a reminder from the postman came from behind him. Another Tatar jumped into the chariot, and Chen Changqing picked up the steel knife and greeted him.

At first, the postmen in the chariot could still deal with the Tatars with the strength of the plate armor, but as more and more enemies jumped into the chariot, they could no longer defend the chariot.

With a scream of "Ah!", Chen Changqing watched his companion dragged out of the chariot by the Tatars. There was no more noise. His blood instantly poured over his head.

"Damn Tartars! If you want my life, come and get it!"

As he shouted, Chen Changqing lifted the wooden box beside him, picked up an explosion arrow, and ignited the fuse.

"Sizzy!" The white smoke rose and Chen Changqing rushed to the densest place.

After a loud "Boom!", there was no shadow of Chen Changqing except for a few piles of flesh and blood around him.

"Captain!" The only postman left his eyes turned red, looking at the Tatars who were getting closer, and gritted his teeth and ignited the remaining explosion arrows in the wooden box.

A cloud of black mushrooms rose, as if the entire Hat Mountain was shaking, and there were many large pits several feet deep on the ground.

The attacking Tatars were startled and stopped to look at the place where the black clouds rose.

Li Fan felt a fire burning in his chest, and his whole body seemed to be ignited by the explosion. He used all his strength and shouted loudly: "Let's fire!"

"Bang bang bang bang!" Gunshots continued to sound, knocking down all the enemies in front of them. The postmen were also infected, and they just wanted to hit the bullets at the enemies in front of them as soon as possible.

The postmen seemed to have forgotten everything, and only loading, shooting, and loading the bullets in their minds. Without washing, they reached a speed that they had never had in their daily training.

Fifty steps in front of the postman's formation formed a barrage of death, and any enemy approaching was ruthlessly defeated.

The attacking Tatars were finally afraid. Not being afraid of death is different from dying in vain. No matter how tough the nerves are, they cannot stop the destruction of bullets.

The Tatars finally retreated and retreated from Hats Mountain like a tide. But they were surprised to find that this time the postmen did not defend on the spot, but chased Hats Mountain.

The fried flower, who was watching the battle at the right time, smiled. After waiting for so long, he finally had the opportunity to destroy the Ming people.

As long as the Ming people walked down Hat Mountain, they had no advantage in the terrain and those annoying chariots were the meat on their cavalry chopping boards, and they only needed one charge to win.

"Let all the warriors get on the horse. As long as the Ming people go down the mountain, it will be the moment for you to attack! My warriors, the opportunity to avenge your relatives...!" Before the frying flowers could be finished, a trembling sound came from the earth behind him.

On the horizon in the distance, chariots, like giant dragons on the grassland, rushed towards the Tatars' back formation.

The sudden chariot caused the Tatars to be confused for a moment. Under the command of the fried flowers, three thousand people were quickly divided into two and faced the chariot formation.

Before the two sides could fight, the Tatars were abused by the explosion arrows. When they collided with the chariot, the person who was hit was immediately overturned.

Although many war horses pulling chariots were killed, more chariots ran over them and smashed their flesh and blood.

"Continue to send people to block the chariot! I only need one stick of incense. Without the musketeers on the Hat Mountain, the chariot is our bag!

Warriors! Kill!" Baked Flower shouted, waving her sword and rushed towards the musket array that had already reached the foot of the mountain.

"Bang bang bang!" The gunshots sounded, and several white smoke rose in front of the postmen's square formation.

The fried flowers felt the sound of breaking through the air in his ears, and people kept falling off the horse, but he was safe and safe and rushed towards the postman first.

The fried flower felt that his body had returned to its peak. He waved the steel knife and was immersed in the fantasy of cutting off the enemy's head.

Suddenly! His body suddenly shook, and his whole body flew backwards from his horse. The moment he landed on the ground, he felt that his internal organs were about to be broken.

He struggled to get up regardless of the pain in his chest, looked at the musket array of postmen who were constantly approaching, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It's going to succeed! Finally, I can kill this postman who made him hate it. He wants to drag the postman to death one by one, tie them to a wooden stand, let the crows peck at the flesh and blood, and let them die in the sun...

At this moment, Baixu thought a lot, and suddenly his face froze and turned his head to look in another direction. He felt the earth trembling and a large number of cavalry approaching.

A big flag appeared in the sight of the fried flowers. After seeing the huge word "Li" on it, a mouthful of blood squirted to the ground.

"It's over! The frying of flowers is over! The Tatars are over! The grassland is over!"

I originally thought it would be another bloody battle, but when the 5,000 Liaodong cavalry led by Li Ruzhang appeared, it turned into a one-sided massacre.

The Baixu tribe, which had lost its courage, fled in panic, but under the chariots of Liaodong Iron Cavalry and Postmen, only more than a thousand people escaped, and the rest became dead souls under the sword.

Li Fan had no intention of taking prisoners at all. Whether he surrendered or resisted, he was killed by muskets, and then his head was cut off and put it in a chariot.
Chapter completed!