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    The long Mo Dao was raised high, emitting a faint blue light against the firelight, like a will-o'-the-wisp.  Hundreds of people swung their swords together, and the cold light shone like a huge wall of swords.  Compared to a spear, the Mo Dao's intimidating power is hundreds of times greater.  No wonder the Tang Dynasty was able to use this kind of weapon to expand its territory and usher in a prosperous era of the Tang Dynasty. Its combat power was indeed astonishing.  With a sharp slash, the armor shattered and bones and flesh flew everywhere.  The Tatar cavalry's eyes widened as he watched the cold blade slice across his body.  Maybe the knife was too sharp. When it was just split open, there was still a trace of consciousness, and the corners of the mouth twitched, as if to say I don't believe it!  It¡¯s just that they were too late. The Broadsword Camp only had three rounds of chopping, and hundreds of Tatars died in front of their eyes. The others were panicked as if they had seen the God of Death.  "Monsters, they are monsters!" The Tatars screamed in fear, turned around and ran away, but the Broadsword Camp would not let them go just because they turned into little white rabbits. They raised their blades frequently and kept killing.  Qi Hanyuan rushed to the front. The enemy's blood soaked his armor, and the bright breastplate was stained with blood and broken bones.  He had never killed so happily before. He couldn't help shouting loudly: "Brothers, kill! Don't let a single Tatar go!" Everyone grabbed their big knives and chopped each of the Tatars into pieces like melons and vegetables.  The two halves, stepping on the dirty body, charged forward.  After finally killing the last Tatar in front of him, Qi Hanyuan rushed to the front of the car camp.  As far as the eye can see, there are corpses everywhere, including those of Anhui and Tatars, and several sidecars are still burning.  The remaining security guards were all staggering.  His body was covered in scars, and he was almost no longer a complete person.  Qi Hanyuan was shocked, Che Ying was one of the elites.  How did it get to this point?  He rushed in hurriedly, looking everywhere.  "Brigadier Zhou, where are you? Are you okay? The prince is here with reinforcements. The prince is here to help you!" Qi Hanyuan walked anxiously, but did not find Zhou Yingjie.  Suddenly my forehead started to sweat.  Just when he was extremely anxious, suddenly there was someone sitting leaning on the wheel in front of a damaged carriage.  He said weakly: "It's okay, he's not dead yet!" "Sir, what's wrong with you?" Qi Hanyuan jumped in front of Zhou Yingjie and knelt on one knee.  Zhou Yingjie was covered in blood.  The armor was damaged in many places.  I don¡¯t know if it¡¯s my own blood or someone else¡¯s.  "Don't worry, there's nothing important except here!" Zhou Yingjie weakly raised his left hand, three fingers were cut off, the blood stopped flowing, and the wound turned a shocking dark red.  "Ah! Sir, we need to get treatment as soon as possible. I'll have someone take you to the back right now!" "Hey!" Zhou Yingjie also sighed, looking a little depressed.  He thought he would arrive as soon as the car camp came out.  Invincible.  But little did they know that the Tatars would use their numerical superiority to break through and get into the car formation.  Although there is a bayonet that can be used, as an auxiliary weapon, it is too disadvantageous to fight.  Even he himself suffered internal injuries, vomited blood, and lost three fingers. If Qi Hanyuan hadn't arrived quickly, he might have been in danger.  In this period alone, more than 1,500 people were killed or injured in the camp. Of course, the Tatars also paid a painful price, but Zhou Yingjie still felt pain in his heart.  "Captain Qi, tell Deputy Brigadier Tang Zhanxiong to immediately gather the rest of the car camp and give him command. You must beat the Tatars severely and don't embarrass the car camp!" "Follow your orders!" A few of them  The guards carried Zhou Yingjie away. This was the first senior commander in Anshan who had to give up the battle since the war began.  "Brothers, fight hard and destroy the Tatars in one fell swoop!" The soldiers raised their arms one after another, "Please rest assured, sir, we are not cowards and will fight with the Tatars!" The car camp is quickly restoring its combat effectiveness, and the Tatars  This time was no exception. Dorgon's nose was crooked with anger after he was cut down and fled.  "I'm just a loser, I'm just a loser. You guys held swords, Ming Gou held a firecracker, and you were defeated. Now you're also equipped with a firecracker, and you've been defeated by a sword again. Why did you ask me to keep you?" Dorgon shouted loudly  shouted: "Come here, chop off the heads of these beasts immediately, I will personally lead the troops to charge!" Upon hearing that Dorgon was about to charge, these die-hard slaves were frightened, and Yi Bilong suddenly fell to his knees  He fell to his knees and cried bitterly.  "The slave is a guilty person. Thanks to the generosity of the regent, the slave is willing to lead the death squad to break through Minggou's defense line. If the victory is lost, the regent does not need to kill the slave. The slave will definitely die in the front!" "Okay!" Dorgon's face  There is also a piece of it exposed on the top? Smiling, he said approvingly: "E Bilong, I am very pleased to have this courage. I will give you a thousand soldiers, and you must rush over." As he said this, Dorgon looked at the horizon again, and the morning star was twinkling.  "Time is running out, you go quickly!" "As ordered!" Although Ye Bilong was born in Lianghuangqi and did not get along with Dorgon, he also knew that this was fighting for the Qing Dynasty, and maybe it would be the last time in his life.  .  He carefully checked the armor on his body, put on his favorite sword, and got on his horse.  "Warriors, follow me and charge!"  The car camp is still being reorganized, and only the Dadao camp is blocking the front line. Qi Hanyuan grabbed the Mo Dao in his hand and stared at the Tatars with stern eyes.  "Listen to my orders. No one is allowed to shoot casually. You must obey my orders in everything. Do you understand?" These old guardsmen were all experienced in battles and nodded without hesitation.  The Tatar war horses surged forward, the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked. The horses' hooves were like drumsticks, and the ground was like a war drum.  The thumping sound hit the heart directly. Adrenaline secretion accelerated unconsciously. Every soldier's mouth was dry and his heart was beating. Even if he was used to seeing life and death, he could not help but feel frightened. ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Is this just a cold-weapon army without firearms?  Thought of this.  Ye Bilong was so elated that he was so happy that he wanted to fight hand to hand.  How could the Ming army be the opponent of the powerful Eight Banners force?  "Charge!" In the blink of an eye, the Tatars crossed a hundred steps, entered seventy steps, fifty steps, getting closer and closer, and could clearly see each other's faces. An** was still as motionless as a mountain, everyone was like  Average nails.  Nailed firmly to the ground, motionless, staring at Tatar with stern eyes.  Are they all wooden people? ????????????????????????????????????? He was already within thirty steps, and even his heavy breathing could be heard.  "Shoot!" Suddenly Qi Hanyuan burst out with a thunderous sound, and all the soldiers quickly raised their short guns. They had been prepared for a long time.  Fight with the cavalry with a big sword.  Obviously not smart.  So I played a trick to lure the enemy deeper.  Bang bang bang!  Gunshots rang out, and after more than 20 steps, these handguns were accurate, and dozens of people were killed in one shot.  Each soldier in the Broadsword Battalion had two muskets. After firing one shot, he quickly threw it away and took out the second one.  There was another burst of gunfire, and now more Tatars died.  It was within reach and the blow came suddenly.  The Tatars were also in chaos.  The corpses of men and horses lay in front of them, blocking the subsequent road. The injured Tatars were trampled to death, and the uninjured Tatars were also tripped.  Just when they were in chaos, Qi Hanyuan grabbed Mo Dao and rushed forward first.  "Kill!" "Kill!" With earth-shaking roars, accompanied by a row of swords slashing down the wall, the Tatars hurriedly raised their weapons to block.  But their swords are not as sophisticated as An's.  When the long sword passed by, the Tatar's waist knives, spears, and blades were all turned into garbage and cut into two halves. Looking at the half-lost weapons, the Tatars screamed in horror.  But before they could finish their screams, Mo Dao cut them off again. Their heads were immediately removed, and their blood was left on the ground.  It is conceivable that this place will be a good place for a bumper harvest next year.  The Tatars were frightened by the power of Mo Dao. They could only see a flash of light, and then hundreds of lives were wasted and turned into groups of rotten meat.  The Broadsword Battalion is the most efficient harvester, with its sharp blades ruthlessly devouring the Tatars' flesh and blood.  They were unstoppable, and every step was extremely determined. The Tatar cavalry was retreating steadily in front of the Broadsword Camp. It was simply a spectacle in the history of war.  "E Bilong's eyes were red. He had just issued the military order and it ended up like this. How could he have the face to show off to others!"  He gritted his teeth and clutched the sword in his hand tightly.  "Batulu of the Qing Dynasty, come to me!" Ye Bilong shook his fat body and quickly rushed to An'an. He raised his sword high and chopped it down with all his strength.  "Minggou, go see the Lord of Hell!" Cha!  With an undetectable sound, Yi Bilong suddenly felt a lightness in his hand. He could hardly believe his eyes. The sword made of a hundred steel refinements, capable of cutting gold and jade, was considered by him to be the best treasure, but it was no match for it.  It is so ironic to install the sword of an ordinary soldier!  But whether he believes it or not, it is the fact that he is half-stepping into the peace of the industrial age and the Qing Dynasty.The distance has widened, and even if Dorgon tries to imitate him, he is bound to fail to learn the essence.  Just like a Mo Dao, it contains complex processes such as mining, metallurgy, and forging. Only through layer-by-layer control can we have a high-quality product!  "Tatar, it's your turn to die!" Two Mo Dao struck at Yi Bilong. He hurriedly used the remaining half of the knife to block it, but this half could not be blocked either. One Mo Dao hit his shoulder hard.  The left arm was cut off completely. The severe pain caused Yi Bilong to tilt his body and was about to fall to the ground. At this time, another knife slashed across his neck. The big head flew out, and the body fell heavily on the yellow earth.  ! ?¡­ ¡°Report to the Regent, Ye Bilong died in battle!¡± ¡°What?¡± Dorgon¡¯s eyes suddenly widened, and he was panting like an ox. For another general, how much wealth did the Qing Dynasty have that could be consumed like this?  "Gu Zhenhua, you should be defeated quickly. I promise to sign a covenant with you, and the water in the well will not interfere with the water in the river!" Dorgon said silently in his heart. In fact, he knew in his heart that it was impossible to conquer the Central Plains. The most terrifying thing was that the Han people would  Counterattack is counterattack, so he must win this battle.  "Warriors of Wuzhenchaoha camp, you and the Qing Dynasty will both prosper and suffer. With Gu Zhenhua's ferocity, if you don't win the war, there will be only death. Even for your family, I hope you can fight hard.  , Defeat the enemy!" "Slaves obey!" The Tatars knelt on one knee, believing in their master.  Under the command of Dorgon, more than 3,000 Tatar firecrackers lined up in neat formation, holding firecrackers tightly, and pressed towards An.  "Your Majesty, look!" Gu Zhenhua also led everyone to the front line. He stood on an abandoned sidecar and stared at the dark Tatars in the distance.  There were war drums, singing, and firecrackers in front of them, and the queues were neat and orderly, completely in the posture of lining up to be shot.  Seeing this, Gu Zhenhua couldn't help laughing: "Brothers, the Tatars want to use our methods to win, what do you think?" "Wishful thinking!" These old guards all showed arrogant smiles, they were playing with firearms  They are our ancestors, and the Tatar soldiers are only worthy of being their grandchildren!  The Old Guards quickly formed a neat team, and they rushed towards the Tatars.  The pace of both sides was not fast, each step was steady, and the distance between the two sides continued to shorten. When they entered two hundred steps, the first group of soldiers suddenly knelt down on one knee, and their long miniguns were aimed at these people.  Tartars.  "Shoot!" The people in the first row of the Tatars fell to the ground in response, but the death did not scare the Tatars. Instead, they approached faster. The gap between the weapons of the two sides was only a hundred steps, and the Tatars' fire cannons were lethal.  A short one hundred steps turned into a complete massacre. The gunfire sounded over and over again. The Tatars kept falling to the ground, and they had to pay a heavy price for every step they took.  But Dorgon was indeed a master of military training. After his training, these Tatars did not shy away from life and death, and moved forward bravely, and finally rushed to about a hundred steps.  Gunshots also rang out in the sparse Tatar camp, and the Old Guards also began to suffer casualties. The brothers beside them were shot and fell.  But the people on the side didn't hesitate at all, and kept shooting, loading, and shooting again.  The muzzles spitting flames of hatred sent each Tatar to hell. The two sides were like kitchen knives and whetstones, constantly consuming each other to see who could survive to the end.  Dorgon was a little worried because the soldiers he had painstakingly trained were not invincible.  "The cavalry, listen, go around from the right wing and give Ming Gou a fatal blow!" With the order, the Tatar cavalry quickly assembled, and a whirlwind rushed towards An**.  "Reporting to the prince, the right wing has been attacked by Tatars and urgently needs reinforcements!" Gu Zhenhua grabbed the epee in his hand. Hearing this, he looked around and saw that only the Dadao Battalion that had just retreated was left, and the rest of the troops were thrown in.  Gu Zhenhua suddenly laughed loudly: "I haven't fought on the battlefield for a long time. All the joints in my body hurt. Qi Hanyuan, bring your sword camp and fight with the Tatars!" "As ordered!" Qi Hanyuan jumped up in a hurry, carrying the shower  Mo Dao, bleeding, followed Gu Zhenhua closely.  They rushed down the hillside and met the Tatar cavalry rushing towards them.  Gu Zhenhua didn¡¯t have to work hard in his early days. After becoming a prince, he naturally didn¡¯t need to. However, he did not give up his kung fu. On the contrary, his martial arts improved a lot.  Still a dozen steps away from the Tatars, Gu Zhenhua rushed out with a big stride, jumped up suddenly, and struck down the heavy sword in his hand like lightning.  The Tatars saw only a white light and turned into corpses.  "My lord is mighty, brothers, charge!"The soldiers in the camp were greatly encouraged, and these little tigers joined the battle group one after another. They were more terrifying than tigers, and everyone was proficient in cooperation, and they were simply more professional than a pack of wolves.  Gu Zhenhua showed off his power even more. He swung his sword, and the Tatars couldn't even parry, and were cut into two easily.  Seeing that the distance to dawn is getting faster and faster, the corners of Dorgon's mouth couldn't help but twitch, and his face was uglier than a bitter melon!  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!
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