Chapter 1438

"The bandits' camp? Take me to see it."

Aobai followed Tan Ma to the high slope, and saw a large camp built in the middle of the road.

There are hills on both sides of the camp, blocking the road that must be passed. If you want to pass, you must attack the camp.

In the center of the camp, a huge big bright sun and moon flag was flying.

"It's really a bandit under the false banner. How dare you block my way and let the Eight Banners Army prepare to level the camp!"

Aobai's face was full of disdain.

In his eyes, no solid city wall could stop the Eight Banners' footsteps, let alone an ordinary camp.

"yes!"

The order was conveyed, and the soldiers of the Eight Banners began to form an army, preparing to attack the camp.

At this moment in the camp, Han Yu stood on the high platform, looking at the Eight Banners soldiers in the distance.

"Decree, to wipe out the Eight Banners soldiers in front of us. We don't want a single prisoner. We want to build a big Jingguan to comfort the souls who died under the butcher's knife."

"yes!"

The order was passed on.

Over the years of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, the local people have been dissatisfied for a long time, but there has been no chance to resist.

Now that they have the opportunity, everyone is gearing up, wishing they could kill two more Manchu Tartars.

"Eight Banners cavalry, charge!"

Obai waved his hand.

The men began to charge.

In order to grab credit, he even put his direct descendant Zhenghongqi in the first row.

The riders also pulled out their sabers and rushed forward, screaming, feeling as if they could reproduce the glory of their ancestors.

They want to chop off the heads of those thieves on the opposite side with the butcher knife in their hands, just like what their parents did more than ten years ago.

"Put it closer and hit again, don't let one go away."

Han Yu looked coldly at the Eight Banners soldiers who kept approaching.

Eight hundred meters, six hundred meters, four hundred meters, two hundred meters...

It was only when the Eight Banners soldiers were less than 30 meters away from the camp that Han Yu lowered the command flag.

bang bang bang.

Gunshots sounded like popping beans.

Lead bullets pierced through the opponent's armor and shot into the bodies of those people.

Because of its softness, the tumbling lead bullet deformed in the body, tumbling, and smashed the internal organs of the enemy, killing the victim on the spot.

Even if you miss the point by luck, you still have to face lead poisoning later.

Most of them would die from festering wounds, and if they escaped with their lives, they would inevitably end up with amputation.

Not even comfortable being killed on the spot.

With the sound of gunfire, the Eight Banners soldiers fell to the ground in rows, and their horses wailed on the battlefield.

The originally neat charge formation was in disarray.

"what happened?"

Seeing the rows of Eight Banners soldiers who were killed, Obai standing on the hill was stunned.

He never thought it would be such a result.

This is different from what he imagined.

Shouldn't the Eight Banners soldiers directly break through the enemy's camp and slaughter them wantonly?

How did it become the Eight Banners soldiers who were massacred?

Ao Bai frowned.

Those who fell were all the elite of his lineage, and none of them were lost, all of which weakened his strength.

"Withdraw the Eight Banners of Manchuria and let the Eight Banners of the Han Army go up first, and try the quality of those bandits."

Obai gave the order.

He wanted to withdraw his direct lineage.

But by now it was too late.

Han Yu took the risk to bring the enemy so close just to annihilate the invading enemy, how could he let the enemy leave.

The eternal calendar rifle, the flying thunder cannon, and the palm thunder fired together.

Rows of Eight Banners soldiers were thrown off their feet after being bombed.

Facts have proved that in front of the artillery, there is no difference between the soldiers of the Eight Banners and the soldiers of the Green Battalion.

In the blink of an eye, the entire battlefield was covered by flying thunder cannons.

After two rounds of coverage, there was no Eight Banners soldier who could stand up on the battlefield.

Let alone people, there are no horses.

The entire battlefield was dead silent.

A bone-chilling coldness rose from the hearts of the remaining Eight Banners soldiers.

Everything in front of them was different from what they expected.

Shouldn't they be wielding butcher knives, wantonly slashing and killing those frightened enemies?

How did it become like this?

They are just a bunch of sensual dogs and horses softening their bones.

Normally, each of them would make a loud noise, but when it came to the real battlefield, they saw a battlefield like the Shura Field.

Many people are cowardly.

Some even pissed their pants.

Some timid ones even started to turn their horses around in an attempt to escape.

Seeing the other party's appearance, Han Yu knew it was almost over.

"The army moves forward!"

With the waving of the command flag, the wall of the camp was pushed down and covered over the trench.

Rows of grenadiers in blue uniforms, holding bayonet-mounted rifles, strode towards the Eight Banners soldiers.

The shiny bayonet gave off a little bit of cold light under the cold light.

"Come on! Kill them all!"

Obai issued the order again.

Previously, the Ming army hid in the stockade and in the fortifications, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Now that you are all out, can't my Eight Banners kill you?

Obai didn't believe it.

Under the urging of the generals, the soldiers under him drew out their long knives, accelerated slowly, and rushed towards the grenadier.

Want to kill a way out.

However, seeing those Eight Banners rushing over, the Grenadier raised his rifle and pulled the trigger.

bang bang bang!

Accompanied by a burst of gunfire, a row of Eight Banners soldiers were shot to the ground.

The grenadiers pulled the bolt, cleaned the magazine, reloaded a cardboard bullet, pushed the bolt, and continued shooting.

A normal soldier can shoot about 12 shots per minute.

In the face of modern firearms, this rate of fire may be ridiculously slow.

However, in this era, it is already possible to hang all firearms and weapons.

Facing the Eight Banners soldiers with such firearms, it was like falling into a nightmare.

They were clearly only a few hundred meters away from those thieves, and they could get in front of each other with a single charge, but they would never be able to get past them.

As long as you get close, you will be shot into a sieve and turned into a corpse.

Some of the timid ones wanted to run away.

But still get hit by bullets.

The entire battlefield seemed to be blocked.

There is no way to escape those enemy bullets.

"Run!"

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, someone finally collapsed, and the Eight Banners disciples turned their horses around and ran back, regardless of punishment.

It was as if they had pushed the dominoes. Seeing this, the rest of the Eight Banners soldiers who were frightened also turned their horses and ran backwards like them.

As soon as they ran, the rest of the soldiers also ran after seeing them.

Many of them may not be afraid, but they feel that since you all ran away, why should I stay where I am and desperately fight?

So, they followed suit.

The chain reaction spread like this.

As more and more people escaped, the escape eventually led to the defeat of the entire army, and the army retreated like a tide.

"Come back, come back to me!"

Aobai became impatient.

He didn't expect that the Eight Banners Iron Cavalry, whom he had placed high hopes on, would turn out to be so rotten, and would collapse at the touch of bandits. What about the bravery of their ancestors?

How did it disappear to such an extent after entering the customs for more than ten years?