This is not the first time Zeng Ying has cooperated with the Zheng army to fight, and it is not the first time he has come into contact with the Zheng army.

But even so, looking at the Zheng army soldiers standing solemnly in the cold wind, his mightyness was still very powerful, and looking at the calm expressions of Zheng army from officers to soldiers, he still felt dazed.

He once lamented more than once that this was a Ming army that did not look like the Ming army.

They have strict military disciplines and high morale, and there is nothing that can be left to servants.

It is completely different from the Ming army.

But now he really said that he was right. Isn’t this Zheng army the Ming army not the army?

Now, facing more than 20,000 real Tartar cavalry, they did not hesitate at all, and were afraid of fear, as if the opposite side was not the more than 20,000 famous Eight Banners, but a group of vulnerable mobs.

On the other hand, the soldiers under his "subsidiaries" were all trained by Zheng Jun's teachers, and they never treated them badly in terms of money and food. But these soldiers now had nervous expressions on their faces, and they were obviously afraid of the Qing army.

After all, the Qing army was invincible in the field, let alone they had more people. Now they have no cities and do not rely on obstacles to fight against the Qing army and horse army. Many Dengzhou soldiers still cannot control their inner fear and anxiety.

"Oh..." Zeng Ying sighed.

This Zheng army's sharp guns and cannons in the past covered the essence of their military discipline and unity, and the name of a strong army is worthy of its reputation.

With the Zheng family's water and land masters, although this is not a blessing for the Ming Dynasty or the Tartar bandits, it can be said to be a blessing for the Han family!

Zeng Ying sighed in her heart.

I saw that Zheng Zhilong's flag had been moved to the front army.

The figure riding on the BMW's back was slowly passing through Zheng Jun's array, "Wan Sheng, Wan Sheng--" The soldiers along the way shouted in unison, and a deafening voice came, causing Zeng Ying's heart to suddenly rise.

This kind of scene is really touching.

The confrontation between the Qing army on the opposite side and the troops of the former army Zheng Sen's troops has begun.

The sound of heavy horse hooves treading on the ground came from left and right, and the rising dust was about to cover the sky above my head.

The sound of cannons kept coming to your ears. After being covered by thousands of people shouted loudly for a moment, the battle in front was clearly reached into Zeng Ying's ears again.

Zheng Zhilong's flag was dancing again, the trumpet sounded, and the drum sounded loudly. With the banner, the Zheng army soldiers who had already crossed the river were gathering rapidly.

Countless soldiers held their muskets and gathered together with the rhythmic drums and horns. Zeng Ying knew that Zheng Zhilong wanted to support his son immediately. The former army chief was the prince of the Zheng family.

In the direction of the front army, the Ironman Army and the Musketeers also lined up in front of each other, and from a distance it looked like a wall.

The distance between the two sides was rapidly shortening, and Ajige gritted his teeth. The Qing army's horse army was three miles south of the stone bridge, and a red barbarian cannon was arranged in front of the horse army.

With a length of three miles and a distance of only a few, the red barbarian cannons could certainly hit the south end of the stone bridge. After Zheng Sen's army defeated the Green Flag soldiers, the distance between the Qing army was only about two miles away.

If he didn't move his troops, he would have to be bombarded by the Qing army's artillery. Although he would shoot like that, he would not think about the specific accuracy. It would be too difficult to hit the Zheng army's line of troops accurately.

"Prince, Nanman is about to enter a mile!"

Ajig held the telescope tightly in his hand and listened to the people beside him that the distance was almost the same. The strength of a mile was definitely within the effective range of the Red Cannon.

"The target distance is 150 meters, and they are aiming each one before hitting me-" An Eight Banners officer shouted in his arms on the artillery position.

"Boom boom boom..."

The scorching fireworks erupted, and shells shot out.

As the roar of a large group of Qing army vest soldiers, the flag-men soldiers under the artillery team were yelling like crazy...

The shells flew away.

They were all bombarded by Zheng Jun's artillery for many times, and now they can finally see Zheng Jun being beaten and unable to fight back.

The sound of cannons was loudly heard, and whistling sounded, and large waves of gunpowder rose from the Qing army's positions. Ten red cannons sprayed violent flames forward one by one.

Zheng's infantry front was still strode forward. Zheng Sen knew very well that the closer the distance, the greater the threat of artillery fire on the opposite side. However, it would be better to ask the Tartars to concentrate on him than to let them slam the south end of the stone bridge.

The weeds are over the ankles, and there are traces left by the fields that are slightly undulating and undulating.

Yes, it's going to be March. Don't you just pick up the farm work? Now that you're wasted, you're going to waste a season of harvest.

An iron bullet suddenly landed five or six feet away in front of the front line. Then it bounced up quickly and collided towards the Zheng army line.

Zheng Sen looked away reflexively, unable to bear to witness the next tragic scene. But he could not block his ears, and seemed to hear a miserable scream immediately. Zheng Sen, who raised his head, had no time to pay attention to who was screaming, and only shouted loudly: "Calm down, calm down!"

At this time, he could only say these two words.

The Qing army's large army was one mile away from the Zheng army.

More and more shells fell before and after the Zheng army's front, and the Zheng army was also flesh and blood, and their morale naturally fluctuated.

Zheng Sen glanced in front of him, waved his hand, and the flag bearer beside him raised his flag high, "Brothers, you are all in order, there are Tartars in front."

The screams lingered in his ears. He didn't know how many shells had passed through the queue just now. But he wanted to boost morale now. "Let's be louder, and the brothers sing louder, so that the two Tartars and the Tartars could listen well. They all sing with me and sing together..."

"Clouds follow the dragon, wind follows the tiger, fame, wealth, dust and earth. Looking at the land of China, the people suffer..."

This is the military song of the Red Turban Army back then, and it is also the military song of the Zheng Army today.

"fire!"

"fire!"

"fire!"

Amid the roar, the Qing army's ten artillery fired round by round, and the entire position was covered with thick smoke.

The Qing army gunners had taken off their cotton coats, and everyone used all their strength to actively push the cannon back to their original position. While calculating the distance again, the gunners were nervously cleaning the cannon chamber and filling the ammunition.

Poor Emperor Chongzhen, the gunners he raised ran away when he was fighting for Zhu Ming and surrendered, but when he arrived at the Tartars, they all worked hard to do their best.

The cannons were rumbling, whether it was Ajige or other senior Tartar officials and soldiers, all the Qing army officers and soldiers did not pay attention to how many Zheng troops had gathered on the south bank of the Baima River, and how many cannons had been pulled across the stone bridge.

They just like to watch the heavy solid iron ball draw a long arc in the air, smashing hard towards the ground in front of the Zheng army's front, and then jumping around and rushing towards the thin line of Zheng army.

A bunch of blood mist exploded from time to time in the Zheng army. I even saw a flag of the Fu Han army falling down, although it quickly stood up again.

The Zheng army system has five teams under each battalion and five platoons under each team. Only the war soldiers are mentioned, one team has two hundred and fifty people.

Now Zheng Sen lined up the musketeers in his hands in five rows. The Iron Man Army also used teams as units, with two teams guarding the musketeers at the front, and three teams remained, one on the left and right sides.

Zheng Sen's own banner stood in the central army,

Two fronts, one back, three iron men and five musketeers lined up in a horizontal formation of 250*8. The banners were half a mile long and short, and the distance between front and back was nearly five feet, like a wall.

When the Qing army's shells came, they could hit the queue from time to time.

The soldiers of the Zheng army were also flesh and blood, and they were killed by shells. The flesh and blood flew across the board, and the broken arms and limbs were broken. A cannonball was a bloody road, and even Zheng Sen was almost in danger. The guards around him were all injured and many casualties.

"Damn it. How could the Tartars have cannons?"

Zheng Zhilong was anxious behind him and wanted to jump. Zheng Sen was in front of him. If he had a good time, things would be in trouble.

Regarding this battle, the Zheng army had already clearly seen the cannons that were listed on the front line of the Qing army, that is, all the cannons in Ajige's hand. Why do the Tartars have cannons again now?

The howling shells were smashed into Zheng's crowd, and fortunately, there were restrictions on the blooming shells of this era. Apart from the mortar cannon, they were rarely used by cannons. Otherwise, countless shrapnel shots that were crazily shot would be with the sickle waving by the god of death, and they would indulge in the lives of Zheng's soldiers.

Even if the Zheng army's military discipline and rules and even the morale of the military are very high, it is not guaranteed to turn into a mess under the bombardment of artillery shells and completely lose its combat effectiveness.

But even if it is not a flowering bullet, the lethality of the iron bullet cannot be underestimated. How can the flesh and blood body block the rampant shells? Solid iron balls weighing eight pounds and ten pounds hit the crowd like a destruction, and wade through the flesh and blood alleys without any effort.

Blood and minced flesh rose in front of my eyes. Many people didn't even scream when they died. The broken limbs and broken arms were mixed together, and the painful and sarcastic wails were even more icy than the most harsh cold wind.

This is Zheng's army. Now we can still sing war songs and move forward in great strides. If it were the Qing army, whether it was the Green Flag soldiers or the Eight Banners soldiers, their morale had long been leaking into the endless blood and the thick white bones.

The remaining limbs and flesh were sprinkled, and the wailing was miserable.

"Sniper, sniper, hurry up!" Zheng Sen wiped the blood splashed on his face. This was the blood of a personal guard. People who had been with him for more than two years said they would put it in the army, but they died here.

At the critical moment, the personal guard pushed Zheng Sen away. Although he caused him to fall, the personal guard was beaten into two pieces by the flying iron bullet.

The Qing army was not blind either. When they saw his flag, they naturally slammed at it. Although the Qing army's gunners had poor abilities, they could always hit them if they had too many times, and they still hit them many times.

If the Ming army was beaten like this, it would have been messy long ago. However, the Zheng army could always maintain the military appearance and the formation were strict.

"Stay steady, keep calm!" Shi Lang's helmet had fallen off at some point, and a layer of cold sweat oozed out of his forehead. He was yelling loudly at this time.

"Keep array, keep array..."

The two armies are getting closer and closer, and it is absolutely in chaos at this time.

"Kill the Tartars, kill the Tartars, brothers avenge the villagers who died in vain..."

"Avenge, revenge! Avenge your loved ones, avenge ourselves..."

"Military merit field, the Tartars ahead are not humans, they are all military merit fields..."

"Brothers, go forward! Go forward-"
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