Mafang Village looks so small in the wind and snow. The whole sky is decorated with white snowflakes. Everywhere is silvery white, with occasional bright reds covering it. It is connected by patches of bright red. It is a picture of the invaders. A beautiful picture painted with blood.
At the west entrance of the village, teams of knights stood on horseback. Their red cloaks were covered with patches of white snow. Only the bright red tassels on their helmets were exposed. The rows of bright red patches were particularly conspicuous in the wind and snow.
Zhang Cheng rode his horse and stopped at the entrance of the village. Behind him were Chen Zhong and the knights of the escort, who spread out in a fan shape behind Zhang Cheng.
"Are there any casualties in each team?" Zhang Cheng asked in a deep voice.
Official Han of the Outpost A General Team C, Li Damu, the officer of the Back Sentinel A General Team B, and He Kuan, the officer of the Back Sentinel A General Team C rode their horses forward. Fang Han replied: "Mr. There were no casualties, sixteen heads of Tatars were captured, one Tatar infantryman was captured, three Akhas were wrapped, twenty-one horses and mules, seven war horses were included, and two were injured.”
"Well, Fang Han, your troops will be on guard at the entrance of the village. Li Damu will go to the north, and He Kuan will go to the south. Search the houses and courtyards one by one. Don't let the people's carts, horses, and mules be left behind. After the search, gather here."
"Yes, sir."
The three of them received the order loudly, turned around to greet the sergeant, and then left separately as ordered.
"Huang Daguang, how is the situation over there?" Zhang Cheng turned around and asked.
At this time, Huang Daguang, the officer of Team B of Zuo Sento A and Team B who was waiting nearby, jogged over and reported: "Reporting to Mr. General, our team and Team C captured eighteen Tatar heads at the stables. They were all auxiliaries. and coated aha.”
After saying this, Huang Daguang licked his lips and continued: "We also captured three auxiliary servants and nine Aha people, most of whom were injured; we also captured 119 intact horses and mules, including two war horses. Eleven horses and four injured horses and mules.”
"Well, the biggest gain in this battle is the horses and mules. Are there any casualties among your troops?" Zhang Cheng was quite satisfied with the gain.
So far, more than fifty Tatar heads have been captured, and more than twenty Qing soldiers have been captured. Even if most of them are wrapped in Aha, they are still the heads of money rat tails.
It was wartime at the moment. No matter whether he was a Tatar cavalry or a coated Aha, as long as he had a head with a money rat tail, he could be regarded as an elite Tatar cavalry.
The total number of living and dead people is more than seventy, and there are still many Tatars that have not yet been killed. Added together, it is not a great achievement.
Although this time he went out to fight without authorization, he now had the first achievement of conquering the capital, and it was an unprecedented achievement.
Huang Daguang replied: "We only injured three of them, none of them are vital, and they won't be in the way."
"Well, you go back, gather up the horses and mules, and release the people who were captured by the Tatars, so that they can escape for their own lives." Zhang Cheng ordered.
Huang Daguang said with some embarrassment: "Master, let's just do this. It's difficult for him to handle. Those people won't leave."
"Aren't you leaving?" Zhang Cheng thought for a moment and then said, "Go over and ask them to stay alone for now. If they know each other or are from the same village, let them get together."
"Take the order." Huang Daguang turned around and ran back, riding his horse towards the stable.
Now in Mafang Village, there are heavy troops in both the north and south directions. If the information from the sentinel is accurate, the remaining Qing troops should not be too strong. They just need to wait for the news here.
At this moment, Wu Zhizhong, the commander-in-chief of the right sentry, rode his horse and led his troops. He shouted from a distance: "General, the killing in the north is over."
"Old Wu, you go north. We must understand Huzi and Chen Zheng as soon as possible." Zhang Cheng waved his hand to prevent Wu Zhizhong from staying.
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In the north of Mafang Village, white snow is falling.
Zhang Guangda's left sentry had arrived at the north entrance. He did not dare to stop, so he shouted an order from his horse: "Two members of General A's Team A will stay at the entrance of the village. All General B's will dismount, Team B will take the lead, Team C will follow, and the front row will hold shields. Have guns and bows in the back row, be careful of the Tatars."
The knights from the second team immediately dismounted and walked into the horse stable under the leadership of the team officer. They didn't go far into the village when they met the Qing infantry led by Alha who fled in a hurry.
He Shihui, the officer of Team B, was holding a three-eyed gun and walked in the second row with the second armor. In front of him were ten sergeants of the first armor advancing with shields. His ears were very good. He first heard the sound of horses neighing on the opposite side and reminded him softly: "The first armor raises the shield, the second armor prepares the blunderbuss and bow, there are Tatars in front, the third armor has two wings attached to the wall and surrounds it."
As soon as he finished speaking, he vaguely saw a figure flashing across from him in the wind and snow. He Shihui held the three-eyed gun in front of him.
On the opposite side, about forty Qing troops came on horseback and found He Shihui and others in a panic for a while, making a lot of noise.
"Boo...hoo...boo..."
Three heavy arrows flew quickly between the wind and snow. Two of them were blocked by the shields of the first row. One of them hit the left shoulder of a sergeant in the second row. He endured the arrow injury and stepped back. He Shihui A guard took his place.
There is one person in their row, with six three-eyed blunderbuss and five bows.
"Whoosh...whoosh...whoosh..."
Although the three-eyed blunderbuss was not within the range of casting, bows and arrows could. In an instant, arrows flew across from both sides, and screams were heard one after another.
He Shihui could clearly see the Qing army on the opposite side charging over on war horses. He fired the three-eyed musket at a Qing soldier with a flag behind him. There were explosions for a while, six three-eyed muskets shot up one after another, and the smoke was in the air. The white snow rose in the sky and drifted away in the wind.
The infantrymen of the Qing army who rushed in front fell on their backs, leaving corpses lying everywhere. In an instant, six or seven Qing soldiers fell to the ground, and three war horses fell to the ground, kicking and tumbling wildly, neighing and wailing.
Two frightened horses rushed forward. The three sergeants in the first class were knocked over before they could escape, and the four soldiers in the second class were also knocked down.
The dirt street suddenly became a mess, shouting and cursing and killing each other. As the casualties of Team B increased, Team C caught up in time to fill the gap, but the streets and alleys were still blocked by the left sentry.
After He Shihui fired the three-eyed musket, he roared angrily: "Kill the fucking Tatars..."
He rushed up, swung his three-eyed gun and aimed it at the head of a Qing army infantry. The infantry fell directly to the ground. A long machete next to him swept towards him, and a large ax swung from behind him. He opened the long machete.
However, an iron rod stretched out from in front of him and hit He Shihui's chest. He couldn't help but take a few steps back. He didn't stop until he was leaning on the ground with a three-eyed gun, and a trace of bright red appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He stuck out his tongue, licked the corner of his mouth, spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, raised the three-eyed gun, and charged into the battle group howling again.
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The Qing army commander named Alha thought he had a trick, so he used a group of women and twenty coated Aha to block the Ming army's pursuit, so that he could use this gap to pull the remaining infantry and auxiliary soldiers to the village. In Beishai Field, if the whole team fights again, they may be able to turn defeat into victory.
What surprised him was that there was also a large group of elite Ming troops at the entrance of Beicun. Judging from this situation, he concluded that he had been surrounded. If he could not counterattack in time, he would be in danger of being annihilated in a battle.
He rode his horse in the second row, took out his bow and arrow, and shouted loudly: "Ming Gouzi, warriors of the Qing Dynasty, shoot Ming Gouzi in front."
Alha pulled the bow full force, shot a heavy arrow, took another arrow in his hand, and shouted to a Qing infantry warrior next to him: "Dutta, lead your men to rush up and kill Ming Gouzi." Push him back."
Suddenly, there was a burst of explosions, bullets and arrows flew into the sky, and the four Qing infantry soldiers who rushed in front fell.
A bullet flew past Dutta's right face, knocking off half of his ear, leaving only a bit of skin and flesh hanging there, swinging back and forth.
Instead, it aroused his ferocity and shouted: "Warriors of the Qing Dynasty, kill the clear dog..."
He pushed the horse hard with his feet and galloped forward. Immediately, seven or eight Qing army infantry followed him, roaring and galloping.
Seeing that he was about to rush to the front of the Ming army, Duta shouted: "Kill the Ming dog..."
He flew up the iron bone flower in his hand into the wind and threw it hard towards the Ming army in front. At that time, four or five infantry armor, flying ax and spear throwing iron bone flower flew up one after another.
"Bang...bang bang..."
There was another explosion, and Dutta's body left the war horse, and was shot into the air by the bullet. He fell heavily on the dirt street and made no sound again.
Just as Alha was about to gallop his horse forward, he heard some commotion behind him. When he looked back, he saw that Darshan had already run back with five auxiliary soldiers.
Darshan quickly came to Alha and said in a low voice: "Master Alha, I know there are many people, and I'm afraid I won't be able to withstand you. I'll protect you and fight out."
Alha knew that the Ming army at the west entrance was about to attack. If he stayed here, he would only be surrounded by the Ming army. The only solution for now was to fight his way out.
He put the bow back into his bow bag, held an ax in his left hand, and took out a throwing spear from his rucksack in his right hand, his eyes wide and red. He roared angrily: "Kill out, Bailiba, Darshan, whether you survive or not depends on this battle."
The remaining dozen or so infantry auxiliary soldiers of the Qing army had the same thoughts as Alha and others. They all held long and short weapons in their hands and rushed forward with a roar.
Alha rode his horse over the corpses of the Qing soldiers on the ground. During the leap, he twisted his waist and used his horse power to throw the spear vigorously, and then pulled out another shot with his hand.
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Just as Aha launched his final charge, the wrapped Aha behind him became confused.
"It's murder, run away..."
There were five coated Aha who were used as cannon fodder, running wildly with nothing, leaving Chen Zheng and the others behind. They ran screaming into the team of coated Aha behind Alha, causing waves of exclamations and screams.
After all, Chen Zheng and others were wearing armor, so they were not as light as they were without armor and could run very fast.
Their arrival disrupted the formation of the coated aha. They were surrounded by mules and horses. They had not gone through any battle formations and were difficult to control. Now they were even more crowded together, making the scene extremely chaotic.
Even several mules and horses kicked up, and several wrapped aha were thrown to the ground. Suddenly they heard a strong and rapid sound of horse hooves.
Wu Zhizhong's right sentry galloped past the front sentry and caught up first. The long machete in his hand was swung in the air, rolling up pieces of silvery white snowflakes, and slashed across the neck of a wrapped Aha, causing a rain of blood.
He fell off his horse with a "plop" sound.
These coated Aha were ordinary farmers who were kidnapped by the Qing army and turned into slaves. They followed their masters into the capital of the Ming Dynasty.
Today, after being frightened for half a day, my heart is broken. Seeing this scene again, several people fell off their horses, knelt down, or lay down, shouting: "Sir, spare my life..."
