In the eleventh year of Chongzhen in the Ming Dynasty, on the fourth day of October, it was not the end of the year.
Mafang, an ordinary and ordinary village, was fortunate enough to become Zhang Cheng's new starting point after he came to this world because of the temporary stationing of Qing army sentry cavalry.
The life of a warrior and an iron horse officially begins here, and the unknown end point cannot be determined and can only be measured with footsteps and a machete.
Wherever you go, kill wherever you go, kill him until the sun dims and the moon dims, and bring peace to the world!
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South of Mafang Village, at the intersection.
Three Tatars, Aha, were holding waist knives and leaning against a wall to avoid the biting cold wind. A thin layer of snowflakes had accumulated on their tattered cotton-padded jackets. From time to time, they looked out of the village entrance with their eyes. With.
"Wang Laosan, tell me what this is about. I think it's a bit mysterious today." The coated Aha in the middle shook off the snow on his body and spoke to the two people beside him.
"Come on, I wanted to follow the master to get some credit, but before I got the oil and water, I ran into these fucking idiots." The coated Aha on the left leaned against the wall lazily. He was cursing and talking, but his body remained motionless, allowing more and more snowflakes to accumulate on his body.
"Oh, I feel something is wrong."
The coated Aha on the right poked the companion in the middle with his elbow, looking straight at the entrance to the village.
The wrapped Aha in the middle stood up, left the earth wall, stood in the road, and looked at the road outside the village entrance. Snowflakes were falling, and his eyes were filled with white.
The ground was silver-white, the dry branches were silver-white, and the sky was also silver-white.
He turned sideways and cursed: "Coward, there's something wrong with the ball..."
"Boo...hoo...boo..."
On the white road outside the village entrance, three arrows flew towards them. The sound of the wind covered up their sounds. Only when they got closer could they hear the sound of breaking wind.
"ah!"
The coated Aha who just felt something was wrong was shot through the heart by an arrow. He was still leaning against the earth wall, like a zombie, with his mouth wide open and his eyes protruding. It was very scary.
The wrapped Aha who was standing on the road had an arrow pierced from the back of his neck, and the tip of the arrow came out of his throat. He raised his hands to scratch his neck, but he seemed so weak, and his movements were getting worse and worse. Slowly, the expression on his face gradually solidified, and suddenly his knees softened and he knelt down and fell to the ground.
As for the coated Aha named Wang Laosan, although he had been leaning lazily on the earth wall, motionless, his reaction was quick.
He caught a glimpse of a cold light flashing in the wind and snow. A man was sliding down against the earth wall, his buttocks sitting directly on the ground. The arrow was hitting his head at a fist-high position. It was fixed there, and the arrow feathers were still in chaos. Trembling.
Wang Laosan threw his knife into the wind and snow outside the village entrance, got up, and ran away, shouting as he ran: "Ming Gou, Master, Ming Gou is coming..."
"Boo...hoo..."
The two arrows broke through the wind and snow, one after the other, and shot quickly.
"Oh…………"
Wang Laosan shouted twice, ran forward three steps, and fell to the ground with a "pop". He was hit by an arrow each in his chest and lower abdomen. He was about to die, and his hands were waving randomly in the white snow. I grabbed it, but there was nothing.
"Tap tap tap tap..."
A group of knights appeared in the wind and snow. They wore helmets and armor and wore bright red cloaks. They rode four abreast and ran along the road into the horse stable. The red clouds in the wind and snow were particularly bright.
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"Every team dismounts, Team A forms a defensive formation, Team B and Team C go up to the roof, hold bows and blunderbuss, and shoot freely!"
Hu Dake ordered loudly.
The sound of armor leaves colliding together with the neighing of war horses was heard. The knights behind him got off their horses one after another and acted according to the order.
After the sergeants of Team A dismounted, they quickly ran to the front to form a three-row infantry array.
In the first row, ten sergeants from the First Armor squatted on the ground holding shields, forming a shield formation. The two rows of sergeants in the back stood, holding three-eyed blunderbuss and bows and arrows in their hands.
Ma Sanzhuang, the officer of Team A, and two guards who were also horse shoemakers and fire soldiers held the formation behind three infantry lines.
Behind them were Hu Dake's four bodyguards in front. Hu Dake and Mr. B were behind Mr. Wang Tieren, as well as Mr. B's two guards. They sat on their horses and observed the Qing cavalry on the opposite side.
The sergeants from Team B and Team C quickly ran to the houses on both sides, assisted each other, and quickly climbed up to the roofs of the houses on both sides of the empty street that were still intact but had a layer of snow.
Hu Dake knew very well that in this narrow street, the movement of cavalry was very restricted, while the infantry was more flexible, so his strategy was to form a defensive formation with one team and two teams to guerrilla.
"Kill the slave!"
He clenched the mace in his hand, and when he saw that the first two rows of the Qing cavalry on the opposite side had turned the corner, he shouted loudly and decisively.
"Kill the slaves...Kill the slaves...Kill the slaves..."
The knights had already been holding back their energy. After giving the order, everyone roared in unison.
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The Qing cavalry on the opposite side was formed temporarily by the Tatars guarding the entrance to the village in the south. They were six infantrymen, accompanied by five auxiliary soldiers and ten coated aha.
The movement at the entrance of the West Village alerted them. The group left three coats to guard the north entrance. They were preparing to rush to the north to meet up with the brigade and start arguing. However, they did not expect that in this empty street, Hu Dake would bet against them. Upright.
They were only eighteen riders, and only the two or three rows of cloth armor and auxiliary soldiers in the front wore armor. The two rows of coats at the back only had cotton jackets to protect their bodies. Among the seven coats, only one person wore a piece of cloth armor. That’s all.
When they turned the corner in the first two rows, they saw the Ming Army cavalry. They screamed strangely and began to charge slowly.
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The distance between the two sides kept getting closer. The Qing cavalry had all turned the corner, and their speed was also increasing.
Hu Dake raised his eyes and looked at the sergeants on the houses on both sides of the street, and shouted loudly: "Attention, all teams, if you kill slaves today, you will be rewarded for your merit. If you are afraid of the enemy, you will fight cowardly, and military law is ruthless."
"Kill slaves...kill slaves..."
All the sergeants shouted loudly.
About fifty steps away, the Qing cavalry began to accelerate. Their speed continued to increase, and the distance between each row of cavalry also widened, running towards Hu Dake like wild horses running wild.
"Tatars seek death."
Hu Dake cursed with a smile. At this time, he had changed his bow in his hand and pulled out a heavy arrow. Suddenly he saw another cavalry team appearing at the opposite street corner. They quickly turned the corner and rushed towards this side. It was a red cloud.
"Kill slaves...kill..."
This shocking cry came from behind the Qing cavalry.
The infantrymen of the Qing army who had already launched the charge were frightened. At this moment, there was no way to retreat. Veterans who had fought for many years knew one thing: live to die!
But today they were wrong.
"Fire."
Hu Dake shouted, and with a "swish" sound, he shot the heavy arrow in his hand.
"Bang...bang...swish...bang...swish..."
In an instant, bullets and arrows flew everywhere.
There were eight three-eye muskets and twelve bows in the two rows of infantry formations. Together with the sergeants on the houses on both sides of the street, more than forty muskets, bullets and arrows flew towards them.
The four Qing infantrymen who rushed in the first row stopped forever ten steps away from the shield formation. They stopped there, including men and horses. Horse corpses and human corpses were mixed into a pile, with horse and human blood flowing everywhere. , the white snow was dyed bright red.
The second row of Qing soldiers were still fifty steps away. They were so shocked by the brutality in front of them that they forgot to charge for a moment and stood there dumbly like sculptures.
As for the coated Aha at the end, they were being ruthlessly killed by Wu Zhizhong's right sentry who arrived in time, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.
Wu Zhizhong rode his horse and rushed to the front. The long machete in his hand flew left and right, just like chopping melons and vegetables. He killed three coated Aha in an instant. Using the gap created, he rushed into the Qing cavalry first. .
He swung his sword to chop at a Qing auxiliary in light armor in front of him. The auxiliary was also fierce, as if he knew it would be difficult to survive this time, and used all his strength to swing the mace to meet Wu Zhizhong's long knife.
With a "bang" sound, Wu Zhizhong's long machete was lifted away.
A coated Aha next to him took the opportunity to swing the waist knife in his hand and slashed at Wu Zhizhong, scratching his ribs but not breaking through the iron armor outside.
"boom"
A cloud of white smoke rose up from the three-bladed gun in the hand of a guard, and hit the coated man's head at a distance of five steps. Blood flew out of his brain, and half of his head was blown away.
Suddenly, a black bullet was pointed at Wu Zhizhong.
The first row of the Qing army consisted of four infantrymen, which had just been smashed to pieces by bullets and arrows. The second row, consisting of two infantrymen and two auxiliary soldiers, had already rushed to a distance of less than twenty steps from Hu Dake. .
The third row was composed of three auxiliary soldiers and a coated Aha wearing cloth armor, and one of the auxiliary soldiers actually used a three-eyed gun.
now.
This three-eyed gun is aiming at Wu Zhizhong at close range.
"boom"
There was an explosion, and as the white mist rose, a bullet shot out from the mouth of the three-eyed gun at lightning speed.
"ah……"
A scream.
"boom……"
There was another bang.
Before the three-eyed musket in the hands of the Qing auxiliary soldier could be fired, the war horse under his crotch was hit by the musket fired by another guard of Wu Zhizhong. In an instant, the war horse jumped up and fell to the ground.
Just as the war horse was rising, the three-eyed blunderbuss in his hand also made a beautiful explosion. Unfortunately, due to the swing of his arm, the hot blunderbuss passed close to Wu Zhizhong's left face, leaving a mark on his left cheek. A scorch mark.
Wu Zhizhong drew an arc with the long machete in his hand, from left to right, and slashed diagonally between the neck of Aha, who was wearing cloth armor. Half of his neck was cut off without even a sound being heard. His head drooped sideways, and a stream of blood spurted upward.
After the auxiliary soldier wielding the mace deflected Wu Zhizhong's long machete, he swung the mace again and struck a guard. The guard ducked and the mace passed by and hit the horse on the head.
With a neigh, the war horse suddenly fell to the ground. The guard was also thrown to the edge of the street at the moment the war horse fell to the ground.
"kill……"
Wu Zhizhong shouted, and the long machete slashed horizontally at the waist of the Qing army auxiliary soldier who was wielding the mace. In the flash of lightning, the auxiliary soldier raised the mace and forcefully controlled Wu Zhizhong's long machete.
"puff……"
A heavy arrow flew through the snow and hit the auxiliary soldier's open mouth. The tip of the arrow came out of the back of his head. The auxiliary soldier didn't even have time to scream before he fell off his horse.
On the entire empty street, fighting broke out, the smell of blood filled the air, making people feel sick, bullets and arrows were flying randomly, and people or horses fell to the ground at any time.
