Although it is extremely cruel, there is nothing more fair than war. No matter whether you are the banner owner Beile, the dragon son and the phoenix grandson, the small big-headed soldier, or even the descendants of the escaped slaves, the fight to the most intense point and the ruthless ones are still cold corpses.

At this time, the front positions of Mount Galao became pits of corpse, and many people were spraying blood on their faces. They dripped down on their beards that were unwilling to shave. They were exercising thousands of assassinations every day. At this time, the flintlock rifle at hand was still a little heavy, and they stabbed out again. This time, Liu Da's hand shook a little. With a bang, the tip of the knife stabbed to Zuoleng's chest running from above, but it was stuck on the armor piece under his neck, and it poked out a spark.

At this moment, the Zuoling was also in a cold sweat, but then he was very arrogant. He grabbed the cold bayonet with his left hand and prevented Liu Da from withdrawing it. The wolf-tooth hammer in his right hand hit Liu Da's head. Why were these hammers and bones popular in the Song Dynasty just to deal with the increasingly strong armor? If he hit hard, it would be easy for Liu Da to have a concussion.

Unfortunately, he couldn't get this chance of concussion. The next second, a bloody hole appeared in his chest. The leader collapsed unwillingly to the ground. Finally, with the lubrication of the blood, he slid into the corpse pit. The second trench behind him, another Dongjiang soldier also retracted his head nervously, and two armor-breaking arrows were immediately inserted into the place where he had just emerged.

The two soldiers were comrades in their positions and gasped heavily. Liu Da took two steps back, then stabbed the bent bayonet, which was almost pointless, and took another bayonet from his leg. But at this moment, a scream had already come. In the left hand, he saw a subordinate under his command being hit on the head by Guduo and turned to the ground. Two Jiannu Guduo's swords hit him like raindrops, and a stream of blood rushed straight to Nao Ren'er. With red eyes and bayonet, Liu Da rushed up again.

In the sky, the fiery fire continued to fall, and some red-hot iron shots fell on the top of the trench, and a large piece of earth mound collapsed. I don’t know which unlucky guy took a bite of the earth and angrily came out to shout and curse. Just as a piece of missile fell, the rat tail he gave him was filled with a big opening. This scene happened to fall into Huang Taiji’s eyes.

It's far less easy to attack!

This Dongjiang is really evil! In the Battle of Sarhu, the overwhelming rain of arrows won the opportunity for Jurchen heavy troops to get close. The next time to deal with the light infantry with firearms in the Ming army was a massacre time. In the Battle of Shenyang, the rebellious Mongolian generals opened the city gate, and 70,000 Ming troops were slaughtered by the Later Jin infantry who rushed to the front. In the Battle of Daling River, Zhang Chun's barrier was opened, and the Ming army inside was as sweet as walnut kernels. Why did it come to Dongjiang, which is also a firearm soldier, so it is so difficult to fight?

The first batch of more than 3,000 dead troops really turned into dead troops. More than 1,000 dead, more than 1,000 injured and retreated, and they were all exhausted. It was already the afternoon. The second batch of assault troops were still entangled at the forefront of the first and second lines of Dongjiang. I thought it would be easy to take Dongjiang in one fell swoop, but now he has not seen the hope of a breakthrough.

"Master! According to Shuming Dog's convention, the best people can fight are those personal soldiers. Mao Manzi is willing to make a fortune and let the personal soldiers resist in front! However, Qin Bing only has two or three thousand. Even if Mao Manzi is rich and powerful, he will be able to defeat all these people and take him Dongjiang!"

Seeing that his master looked bad, on the side, Fan Wencheng hurriedly persuaded him with confidence.

But this persuasion still made Huang Taiji's fat face twitch. The reason is this, but life is really filled in! Although the Qing army is now crowded, it cannot withstand such casualties. Chongzhen has now sent nearly 300,000 troops in Liaodong. But as long as the Ming court has money and the finances have not collapsed, there are still more than 200,000 Liaodong troops guarding the Liaoxi Corridor. However, one of the strong men in Niulu in Jianzhou is missing. Huang Taiji has nowhere to recruit even if he is rich?

His face became vicious, and Huang Taiji suddenly shook his head hard at his side. The monk Xi, who was on the other side, immediately kowtowed, and then turned around and got down the mound.

On the mountain, the Central Army of Dongjiang.

Not only Huang Taiji looked at the battle anxiously, Mao Jue himself was bleeding from his heart, and he was not killed by the old Liaodong in his hands. However, the arrows were pinched in his hands for more than a long time, and they were even wet, but Mao Jue never threw them out after death.

But at this moment, a team of Qing cavalry rushed out in the southwest corner of the battlefield. He also watched it and was anxious, but Wen Meng, who had been with Mao Jue, was still holding his troops and shouted in a murderous manner.

"Damn it, do you think my Dongjiang cannon is not good? Bang it!"

"etc!"

I guess Huang Taiji would be envious when he saw it. With a whisper, Mao Jue, half of the command center, each of them picked up the telescope and watched. After a few glances, Fan Wenju's face immediately became extremely ugly, and he bowed heavily to Mao Jue.

"Jiang is the left front teeth castle, Qian Zheng Shen Quan!"

Shen Rongqing couldn't help but tremble, but didn't hear that. He continued to watch forward, sitting on the military stool, Mao Jue's hand also pinched on his chin, hesitating for a few seconds before shook his head with difficulty.

"General Liu Xingzuo, your Hussar Regiment, come and go!"

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Drive from west to east, more than one hundred wounded Dongjiang troops walked forward exhausted, while the Jianzhou Tartars behind them were poking their backs with spears, and they did not allow them to stop at all.

But even so, when he walked at the end and was on the tip of the gun, Shen Quan still roared angrily.

"If you have the ability, kill me! I'm not afraid of death!"

"Master Jiang! Shen Quan is embarrassing you! Fire at me!"

In recognition of Dongjiang, these remaining soldiers from the Left Interior Fort also shouted angrily.

But if these remnants were roaring and shouting angrily, the Jianzhou Jurchens were still pushing and pushing. They had already done this many times to drive the Ming people to attack their own city, but this time, there were too few people driving them.

In this kung fu, a burst of smoke rose from the southeast. The Dongjiang cavalry, who had not yet gone down the mountain, finally rushed and headed straight for this side. Looking at this scene, Shen Quan's eyes were so angry that he shouted in anger.

"Don't worry about us! Master, kill the Tartars!"

At the same time, in the Qing army camp, Huang Taiji finally burst into laughter excitedly, and Fan Wencheng on the side laughed like a scammer's eyes, disdainfully contempt.

"Mao Jue! A woman's kindness! I can't take the overall situation!"

Those who can ride down the mountain are usually personal soldiers. When this personal soldiers are dispatched, the defensive power is naturally weak. They don’t care about the more than 200 cavalry of the Niulu who acts as bait. After laughing, Huang Taiji roared suddenly like a furious lion.

"Start the attack!"

Suddenly, the thick rain of arrows in front of Dongjiang Army Town increased ten times. In a daze, two thuds of puffs were heard. Two brothers beside him were already caught in arrows and fell down. An arrow was stabbed on his shoulders and heads. As he roared, countless Qing troops rushed out of the trench, grinning like the crazy orcs in "The Lord of the Rings", launching a crazy attack on the front line of Dongjiang.

His eyes were also incisive, and Liu Da shouted anxiously: "Where are our grenadiers! Suppress them!"

"Master! The withdrawal order!"

This kung fu, with a shocking and dull sound, and a rapid golden sound sounded in his ears. He looked back in disbelief and looked back. He looked back at the Dongjiang army, which were densely packed with front three fronts, retreated one after another. He let out a sudden burst of joy. The brother who was caught in the arrow was also turned to the side and ran back.

Within a few seconds, the Qing army soldiers who were roaring like wild beasts wearing heavy armor plunged into the trench that had fought blood for most of the day.

The defeat of Rushui may have been said in this situation. Under Huang Taiji's telescope, the dawn of victory seemed to finally bloom towards the Qing army. The Dongjiang trenches such as the first, second, third, and scrolls finally fell into the hands of the Qing army one by one, just like the same as during the Battle of Sarhu. More importantly, after more than ten minutes of the assault, the Qing army finally touched the Dongjiang artillery position that had always made them hate them!

"Protect the gunner!"

He roared heart-wrenchingly, Zhao Tunu, the madman of the Qian-President of the garrison, smashed the bayonet into the trench like that, and slashed at him regardless of the countless bone-dou Pu swords, pushing a few people staggering back. On the edge of the turret, fierce fighting was also hiding one after another. The lead-gray Jianlu was piled up with the mysterious black Dongjiang little by little.

Seeing this scene, the blue veins on Sun Chun's forehead bulged. He took a few breaths before gritting his teeth and waving the flag at hand.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

As the fire that Dongjiang was proud of was silenced began to silence.

One cannon is equivalent to two futures, and the title is third level! The Qing army, who was also very frightened, rushed to the edge of the artillery position regardless of its status. The torch was thrown directly into the powder barrel. With a loud bang, more than one ton of Dongjiang Red-Art cannons flew up with the artillery battery and smashed hard toward the foot of the mountain.

"Minggouzi's cannon formation has been broken! Attack!"

The sixteen-sided cowhide snare drum sounded fiercely again. The scene during the Battle of Sarhu seemed to be about to repeat itself. The countless wealth of Tieshan City was also waving to him. Huang Taiji personally pulled out his sword and shouted and waved forward. From each gap, countless Qing troops charged out overwhelmingly, and ants swept towards Jialaoshan like ants.
Chapter completed!