"Yang Qilong, hedge!"

Zhu Cijiong's eyes were cold.

...

Yang Qilong turned over the horse behind the low slope and roared: "Cavalent Battalion, get on the horse!"

Five hundred knights all turned on their horses.

They took the triangular thorns and long wooden handles from the saddle, connected them in three or two, hung them on the saddle, and picked up the flintlock rifle again.

"Pull it up!"

Yang Qilong said as he took out the packaged gunpowder from the bamboo tube around his waist, bite it through, poured it into the muzzle, took a stick and poked it tightly, and then pushed the lead bullet in.

At the same time, after Luo Hong's group crossed the suspension bridge, they also started to complete the team.

They took out their rifles, pressed them in front of the horse's neck, pulled out the long knife at their waists, and hung them on the saddle.

At the same time, after both parties finished the preparations, they rushed towards each other almost at the same time.

The trampling of seven hundred war horses made the earth start to tremble.

"Put within fifty steps!"

Yang Qilong shouted.

The war horse under his crotch did not reach the extreme speed, and the cavalry behind him were the same.

On the other hand, Luo Hong's team had already pushed the speed of the war horses to the maximum.

The distance between the two sides is getting closer, one hundred steps, eighty steps, sixty steps...

The Qing cavalry had archers, and at a distance of 80 steps, someone started to shoot arrows. Soon, the cavalry under Yang Qilong was killed and injured.

They did not raise their speed, and they sat upright on the horse's back, but instead became the targets of the Qing army's sharpshooter.

Cavalrymen in dark green uniforms fell to the ground wailingly...

"Put it in the back!"

Yang Qilong shouted.

Every fallen cavalry had the cavalry in the back row who let go of their horse speed and chased them up, filling the vacant silently.

The rebels still controlled the horse's speed and only let the war horses jog.

Finally, after more than a dozen casualties, both sides approached within fifty steps!

"Aim - hit!"

Yang Qilong roared, suddenly threw away the reins with his left hand, reached out to grab the gun, and lifted it up.

Just as the enemy general in the lead stepped in fifty steps, Yang Qilong aimed at his chest and abdomen and knocked the trigger.

"Bang!"

The muzzle flashed, and Yang Qilong seemed to see a brown projectile, popped out of the muzzle and flew towards the opposite side.

The projectile gradually turned red, and in the end, it turned out to be like Mars, which was so red that it was breathtaking...

"Ping Ping Pong!"

...

The gunshots, like a storm, were connected into a group. The riders in the first row aimed at the Qing army and released the bullets in the gun chamber...

"puff……"

The servants were looking at their abdomen in disbelief, and saw a hole appeared on the cotton armor with iron leaves embedded in it. Something seemed to be warm, flowing down the belly and into the saddle.

The thief did not speak of martial ethics and actually attacked with a firearm...

He seemed to feel that along the hole in his chest, there was a cold wind pouring into his stomach, and it seemed that the tight skin had been cut by someone, and suddenly became relaxed...

The next moment, an unbearable severe pain came from his chest... His face gradually paled, and his eyes began to lose their luster...

I, Zhao Lai, followed the garrison master to fight south and north, and fought here from Liaodong...

Looking back at that time, facing Li Chuang's tens of thousands of troops, he also bravely attacked... The damn Zhang family did not talk about martial ethics...

The eyes of the captain's servant gradually dissipated. He tilted his head and fell from the war horse. He was stepped on it into meat paste by the war horse that he had no time to avoid...

...

After a rogue of guns, the green camp queue became thinner!

Luo Hong's regiment was protected by his trusted servants at the core. He thought that in the face of such refugees' rebellion, not to mention the two hundred cavalrymen behind him, just these fifty cavalry servants could establish the victory...

Has he ever led these men to attack Li Chuang's army of more than 10,000 people!

"Damn it! Speed ​​me up!"

Luo Hongtuan's heart is bleeding.

However, in one round of shooting, only half of the fifty cavalrymen whom he had accumulated in half his life were left. Not to mention the losses of the cavalrymen who guarded the two wings...

"Start up and rush over!"

As long as they rushed to them, these muskets would undoubtedly be like fire sticks!

At that time, these refugees will be defeated. As long as they are driven to reverse the situation, chopping and killing will be much faster than chopping vegetables and melons!

After all, slashing dead objects requires one knife and one knife, and the bandits who died in the way and fled to their own hands will surpass the enemies they killed...

...

but……

There was a faint haze in Luo Hongtuan's heart...

He was also a member of the Liaodong general back then. Apart from the elite servants under the generals, no military soldier could withstand fear and put the enemy within fifty steps before firing the gun!

Luo Hongtuan shook his head, probably because he was thinking too much.

Sulda wanted to annex the Zhang family, but this was just a counterattack from the Zhang family. This kind of thing happened more than once, twice since the founding of the state...

"Rise the gun!"

Yang Qilong threw away the flintlock rifle in his hand, took off the triangular thorn from the saddle, and roared.

The first row of cavalry threw the flintlock rifles in their hands on the ground, and then removed the long triangular thorns.

"kill!"

Yang Qilong roared, the spur on his feet kicked the war horse hard, and the grassland horse under his crotch suddenly began to accelerate and rushed towards the green camp opposite!

As the first row of cavalry began to accelerate, the second row of cavalry raised the flintlock rifles in their hands.

The company commander roared: "Aim and release!"

"Ping Ping Pong..."

Hundreds of projectiles, like rain, rushed towards the enemy along the gaps of the front row of cavalry.

At this time, Yang Qilong had already arrived opposite the Green Camp.

The soldiers on both sides lowered their bodies, pressed their spears on the saddle, and aimed at the enemy from the horse's neck.

But the tail of the gun was tilted to the other side.

This is the standard pose for cavalry battles.

If he pointed straight ahead, even if he stabbed the enemy to death, he would be swept away by the rebounding force and be killed by the war horse behind him.

Even if the rifle is a special design, it will break after being subjected to force, and death cannot be avoided!

When the cavalry charges at high speed in the final stage, the speed of the war horse can reach a speed of more than 60 kilometers, and the two horses are opposite, up to a speed of 123!

The speed of moving 33 meters per second is not to mention a wooden stick hitting it, even a watermelon is fatal...

Luo Hongtuan lowered his spear and aimed at the tall gangster in the middle.

But I knew that just when the tip of the gun was only five or six steps away from the opponent, I suddenly heard the rioters' back formation on the opposite side, and a volley of guns sounded again...

"not good!"
Chapter completed!