After the musket formation broke through the Qing army's camp from the front, the Tianxiong Army led by Lu Xiangsheng also broke through the camp from the flank and began its own performance.

The Tianxiong Army is well-equipped. It is a powerful team equipped with firearms, powerful crossbows, and cavalry. It is also very good at combining long-range and close-range attacks. In addition, it has been fighting for many years and has rich experience. Therefore, it is not weak in the face of Jiannu.

In this joint battle with the Beijing camp, everyone in Tianxiong's army became fierce and kept attacking, trying to gain face for themselves.

On the front, the Ming army's musket formation pushed forward, and on the side, the Tianxiong army fought with sap. The Qing army led by Abatai was very hard-pressed, and everyone was panicking.

"Master Beile! The Ming army has sent cavalry to the pass!" Niu Lu Zhangjing shouted, looking very panicked.

Abata frowned: "How many of our troops have not left the border?"

On the side, Gushan Ezhen Ashan of Zhenglan Banner said with a mournful face: "Master Beile, we are the only ones in Zhenglan Banner with a few thousand troops. There are too many things, and there is no time to transport them out of the customs now!"

Abata said: "Where is Prince Wuying? Doesn't he still have tens of thousands of troops? Didn't he send people to guard the pass?"

Ashan said bitterly: "Prince Wuying led his army to leave the pass early, leaving only some brothers with the red flag behind to drive away the people of the Ming Dynasty. Now the pass has been blocked by a large number of people, and it is too late for us to withdraw!"

Abata's face instantly turned pale. He gritted his teeth and said, "Azig! You bastard!"

The generals of the Zhenglan Banner were anxious, but they had no choice. The Ming army had surrounded them, and the only thing they could do was to follow the arrangements of their chief general Abatai.

After being quiet for a while, Abate's expression kept changing, and various endings flashed through his mind. Finally, he said sadly: "Send the order, fight to the death!"

Several Tatar generals suddenly felt cold. They thought Rao Yubeile would order a breakout, but they didn't expect to let them fight to the death.

The Qing soldiers who were established under strict military discipline seemed to be brave and invincible...but who is not afraid of death? What's more, they still died on the enemy's land, and their heads were cut off by the enemy to receive rewards after death.

Although several Tatar generals were reluctant, they ordered their subordinates to start a counterattack against the Ming army.

Thousands of Zhenglan Banner's elites also braved the bullet and started a crazy counterattack with their own Tianling Gai against the Ming army's firecrackers. A battle began to prove who was stronger, Tianling Gai or bullets.

Zhao Jinglin, the commander-in-chief of the Yongwei Camp, held a heavy rifled gun in his hand and pulled the trigger at a Qing soldier Niulu Zhangjing in the distance.

"Pa!" After a crisp sound, Niu Lu Zhangjing, who was eighty steps away, fell down.

After Zhao Jinglin pulled the trigger, he immediately ducked behind the village wall, and sure enough, within a few breaths, several sharp arrows were fired.

"This gun is really good! It's much better than the Rumi Gun!" Zhao Jinglin couldn't help but sigh.

Ever since Zhao Jinglin killed Yangu Li a hundred steps away in the Battle of Xincheng, Zhu Cixiang personally summoned him. Through understanding, Zhu Cixiang discovered that Zhao Jinglin's marksmanship was first-rate and he had long been ranked first in all previous musketeer shooting assessments.

From Zhao Jinglin's killing of Yang Guli a hundred steps away, Zhu Cixiang came up with the idea of ​​forming a sniper brigade specifically to snipe enemy generals.

Zhu Cixiang always did what he thought of. He made Zhao Jinglin the captain of the sniper brigade and selected ten musketeers with the best marksmanship according to the results of previous shooting assessments to serve as snipers.

Zhu Cixiang sent people back to the research institute of the Military War Bureau in the capital to fetch ten rifled guns for use by the sniper brigade. Although these rifled guns were only experimental products of Sun Heding that were still in the testing stage, their range and accuracy were much higher than those of the Yongwei Camp. A self-generated Lumi gun used by the Musketeers.

After Zhao Jinglin killed several Niu Lu Zhangjing of the Qing army, he moved the location of the black gun. He looked at a watchtower not far away, which was temporarily built by the Qing army beside the village wall.

Zhao Jinglin climbed up to the watchtower with his waist high. Once he reached the top, he knelt down and took out his binoculars to observe the surrounding battlefield.

At this time, the Ming army had completely poured into the Qing army camp and started fighting with the Qing army at close range. Zhao Jinglin could see the position of the Qing army generals at a glance from a high place.

In the Qing army, there were obvious differences in the armor styles of Gushan, Jia La, Niu Lu and even the leader, white armor, and horse soldiers at all levels, such as helmets and back flags, which were easy to distinguish. This gave the Yongwei battalion sniper Hands provide great convenience.

Zhao Jinglin locked on a Qing army Jia La Zhangjing, then skillfully took out a leather fixed-pack bullet from his satchel, then took out a small piece of cloth soaked in lubricant to wrap the bullet, and finally hit the gun with a mallet Manage it and make it solid.

The whole process was very troublesome, and it took a minute to load the bullets. After finishing the work, Zhao Jinglin placed the musket on the wooden frame of the watchtower, aimed the gun at the previously selected Jia La Zhangjing, and gently pulled the trigger.

"Snapped!"

The bullets flew towards him in an instant, and a bloody arrow shot out from the left chest of the Jia La Zhangjing. Even though he was wearing three layers of armor and standing a hundred paces away, he was hit and pierced. He fell straight down and was about to die. Don't know what happened.

Zhao Jinglin cheered secretly, crouched down to hide from the Qing archers below, and then loaded the bullets unhurriedly. His operation was comparable to Voldemort, an old bastard in a game of later generations.

Zhao Jinglin occasionally stretched his head to observe the situation below, and found that several other snipers were taken care of by Qing archers as soon as they fired a shot. He couldn't help but shook his head. It seemed that the black gun had to find a good position!

After the loading was completed, Zhao Jinglin once again observed the battlefield situation below. He saw that about 150 steps away was the location of the Tatar general's flag.

Zhao Jinglin took out the telescope from his backpack and looked carefully, and found that there was an older Tatar general under the general's banner. He was very well-dressed and surrounded by a group of Tatar generals and soldiers.

"Could this guy in blue armor be some piece of Tatar bullshit Bael Abata?" Zhao Jinglin guessed.

"It doesn't matter what he is, let's kill him first!" Zhao Jinglin muttered to himself, and then began his beheading operation.

He calmed down, closed his left eye lightly, looked at the rear sight of the gun with his right eye, pointed at the star in front, and aimed at the Tatar general in blue armor.

The distance of one hundred and fifty steps is very far. His record is only one hundred and thirty steps. He has never tried it any further. However, as a marksman appointed by the Crown Prince, Zhao Jinglin has an inexplicable confidence in his heart.

With a "pop" sound, Zhao Jinglin pulled the trigger, only to find that the Tatar general in blue armor made no movement and was still standing there.

There were too many gunshots around, covering up the sound of Zhao Jinglin's shot, and the bullets didn't know where to fly. Therefore, the Tatars did not realize that someone was preparing to kill their eldest brother.

Zhao Jinglin took a breath, readjusted his position, and after looking at it carefully for a while, he decisively pulled the trigger again.

"Pa!" After a crisp sound, the general in blue armor shook, took several steps back, and finally fell straight down.
Chapter completed!