No matter which soldiers on either side, their eyes were red.

"Kill! Kill!"

He shouted hoarsely, and the bent bayonet was stabbed in his chest. In the screams of the Qing army, who was not sure whether it was a father or a grandfather, the Dongjiang infantry kicked him away with bloody eyes and pulled out the bayonet. Then he roared and stabbed him down fiercely, with one knife, two knife, and blood was emitted!

Click!

The Qing army, who rushed up from behind, slashed the back of the Dongjiang army with an axe. Even with the protection of cold forged armor, the internal organs were shattered under such great force. A stream of blood was sprayed into the mouth of the Dongjiang army, which was pierced on the chest, and it hit the enemy he assassinated. The two great enemies were so closely together after their death.

Before the Qing army could kill people, a huge blood hole suddenly exploded in his chest, and blood appeared, and a ferocious expression solidified on his face. He knelt on the Shura field in disbelief.

The Dongjiang Army, which had not been fired, reloaded again, and another rain of arrows shot down...

The ambushed Dongjiang troops all entered the battlefield, and the entire battle became more and more bloody and became more and more intense.

But Sun Chuanting has few people after all. If he had 60,000 people, he would definitely win this battle today, but he only had 30,000!

"Mr., I'm loyal to you!"

With a loud bang, the torch hit the gunpowder barrel. The huge explosion smashed all the Ming and Qing armies within a radius of more than ten meters. However, Sun Chuanting shivered violently in his heart, and another artillery group was wiped out.

In the telescope, Yuan Dabao is worthy of being a powerful general. A command knife made of steel was cut into jagged teeth, but he rushed to the front and was still fighting fiercely. But beside her, there were fewer and fewer black Dongjiang armor, and more and more blue colors surged up, making this blood-stained ball of conquer clothes that could be subverted at any time like a canoe in a storm.

Just when Sun Chuanting was full of tension, there were screams coming from the corner of the southwest wall. The flag of the first regiment of Xitun land fell down, and they were completely submerged by the Qing army with bee pupa.

Seeing the collapsed ruins, the crowded lover's naked head was poked out, and he could no longer bear it. He suddenly pulled out the big knife, and Sun Chuanting shouted loudly with red eyes.

"Guard, follow me!"

It was really the last fight, even the chief general's personal soldiers were about to be dispatched! But as Sun Chuanting was about to rush to the battlefield with murderous aura, the crisp cry sounded again behind him.

"General Jun! That's OK, order your subordinates to retreat!"

"Retreat? Are you crazy? Once you take a step back, the entire front will collapse. You will take our army's supplies and kill the Qing Tartars who are red-eyed and make trouble in Heilongjiang. Then there will be more than 30,000 troops! Thousands of heads must land. If you escape, you will never retreat!"

His eyes were so angry that he bulged. He turned his head and scolded him. Sun Chuanting immediately silted his head and was about to rush up again. But who knew that Sun Chun was like a firecracker and was also anxious. He suddenly grabbed Sun Chuanting's neck and scolded him angrily.

"When I was rubbing my arms, you were still a nerd in the study! What kind of calf for me?"

"This battle is so important. You all know that, but you don't know how Zheng Zheng will. If you don't push all the means, how dare you push all the troops? If you don't believe me, you must believe Zheng Zheng!!!"

On the noisy battlefield, the shouting tugged at the ears still made Sun Chuanting's ears buzz again, which had just been a while ago.

Believe it... Mao Jue?

On the battlefield, the Hegang soldiers who had been fighting for several hours roared in despair but desperate roar. Without hesitation for a few seconds, Sun Chuanting finally shook the handsome flag.

"Ming Jin, retreat!"

For the first time, it was like a mountain of defeat. The exhausted Dongjiang Army last wave was pulled away by the sound of a gong, and the bayonet that had been stabbed was left. The blood-covered soldier turned his head and ran back with difficulty.

His eyes were completely red, and he grabbed the collar of a man's clothes. The saw was still slashing the Qing army's neck. The two personal soldiers were shocked to drag Yuan Dabao's shoulders and ran back. They were pulled again, while Yuan Dabao was still roaring angrily.

"Let me go! You can't retreat! I'd rather die in battle than let someone see this knife from behind, Sun Chuanting, you bastard!"

On the other side, Huang Taiji, who had been watching the battle nervously from morning to dusk, finally relaxed his tense face. Even if he was as powerful as him, he had to admit that the army in front of him had even surpassed his Eight Banners. If there were more than ten thousand troops in front of him, he would probably be the one who returned in failure today.

Unfortunately, there is no strong general in such a strong army. If this Ming army had a chief general like Lu Xiangsheng, he would fight him desperately, once the sky was completely dark, there would be no chance of winning or losing in this battle.

The most invisible thing on the battlefield is if! At this time, the Dongjiang Army retreated in an all-out way. Looking at the blood-red sunset, the small town that had blocked him for a month, Huang Taiji's face was also ferocious like Shura, and he suddenly waved his yellow flag forward.

"Kill all the people! Don't let one go!"

Even without his order, the Qing army, who had also had red eyes, ran into Dongjiang Tun camp like a few holes, following a few holes, bees, and rushed into the Dongjiang Tun camp. The endless supplies, cans, cloth, silk cigarettes! There are still hatred and fear accumulated from the bloody fights for so many days, and today, I will understand it here.

The Qing army, who was rushing in front, seemed to have seen him holding a head and carrying spoils in his arms. Greed and hatred intertwined with an extremely ferocious and terrifying expression. The blood beads on the sabre were everywhere as they ran, but just a step ahead of him, five black iron boxes suddenly came into his eyes on the street.

Immediately afterwards, the last impression he left in this world was the brilliant fire.

The dull and unpleasant gunshots broke into people's ears, but the damage they brought was extremely terrifying. The twelve rotating gun barrels turned red together, and the five fire snakes were like hell crawled out, feroclying the flesh and blood of the Qing army that was approaching. Thousands of people in a square formation turned into ashes in a short moment, and even many Qing army people in the front were beaten into two pieces.

Machine gun, the battlefield king machine gun during World War I!

The most difficult thing in the world is innovation, and making things out of nothing is the most difficult. For Mao Jue, this principle already exists in his mind, and it is actually not difficult to implement a machine gun in the late Ming Dynasty.

First of all, Dongjiang's smelting technology has developed rapidly in the past ten years, and has long been left alone in the Daming street, which is enough to create steel close to the barrel of later generations.

Then there is power. The machine gun, the name is a machine-driven gun. Five large black iron cabinets, each equipped with a small steam engine. The rotating neat rod drives several sets of gears. The front one is to rotate the twelve barrels, and the middle one is to push the paper shell chain forward. The group at the back one is to make the striker constantly push the paper shell into the barrel, and then the gunpowder cannot be fired out. A detailed machine gun such as Maxim and Gatlin in later generations was almost the same. However, these successful machine guns successfully used the residual power of gunpowder energy to launch and move. Mao Jue really couldn't achieve air storage seal, so he could only rely on the steam engine as power.

Moreover, he did not have the extremely important thunder pump for the fire-launched medicine that was later generations, so he could only rely on the method of solving the problem. He used a steel needle that burned red in advance to replace the fire-launched hat. When the paper shell was pushed into the chamber by the plug bar behind the barrel, the steel needle pierced the buttocks of the paper shell from the tiny holes behind. The red temperature ignited the gunpowder, and the temperature generated by the gunpowder explosion reheated the steel needle to carry out the next shot.

But these five machine guns are so primitive that they can't be more primitive and simple! It's not that Sun Chun is watching the fun behind him, and it took him a day to debug these five stupid guys, hundreds of artillery soldiers, and it took only two or three minutes to fire, and the five machine guns had already made a problem together.

The first and third striker directly broke the firing pin at high intensity. The rotating chain stuck the shell and the light did not fire. The artillery below had to use a wrench to unscrew the steam engine and release the pressure, and staggered the gears and replaced it again. The No. 4 machine went off fire. The paper shell chain exploded, and the three Dongjiang troops who were fired on the machine above were sprayed into fireballs and flew backwards.

After another twenty seconds, the remaining two were also silent. It seemed that the movement order of several sets of gears was inconsistent, which forced the operating artillery to stop the steam engine.

Standing next to five machine guns, Sun Chun, who was pinching his waist with one hand and whipping his whip in front of the whip with one hand, was also wet with sweat. When she was nervous, steam came out of her boat-shaped cap, and her hair was pressed against the back of her head in strands.

Sun Chuanting, who retreated behind these five black guys, was completely stunned. Just now, there were still thousands of fierce Qing soldiers waving their knives to chop their dog's heads in front of them. The pound left on the battlefield is piles of cold, sticky, and even unformed corpses. In just three and a half minutes, the entire battle situation has been rewritten!

As the last machine gun fell silent, the battlefield of more than 100,000 people became incredibly silent. Everyone seemed to have been released from petrified magic, staring at the red barrels stupidly. The scene was so quiet that even the needle fell to the ground was clearly heard.

Until a ecstasy sounded like a madman, he suddenly smashed the dead silence, holding up a saber like a saw, Yuan Dabao rushed forward again like a madman.

"Brothers, God bless me in Dongjiang and kill the Tartars!"

In a moment, fatigue, scars, fear and fear disappeared, and only the bright tongues of fire just now remained in my mind. Tens of thousands of Dongjiang troops once again rushed back with the bent bayonet, and the rushing shouts were like storm.

As for the Qing army, there is only one word left to describe it.

Defeated like a mountain!

Joy was frozen on his face, and even all his thoughts were drawn out of his mind. The greatest emperor in history outside the pass looked at his collapsed army with his eyes straight, and Huang Taiji murmured and repeated this sentence.
Chapter completed!