Deafening explosions were rising one after another on the hillside, and huge fireworks gushed with red light. Mao Jue's biggest killer artillery array turned into a sea of ​​fire in the terrifying series of explosions. The dead Qing soldiers who attacked the assault seemed to be in trouble. They were torn to pieces under the blow of the collapsed cannons and projectiles, and the broken cannon blades and torn limbs fell down the hillside like raindrops.

However, Huang Taiji no longer cared at this time. The 160,000 Qing troops came alive like an eternal giant beast. The two wings represented the Mongolian light cavalry full of hair and claws charged up from both sides of the gentle slopes. The central army was the most powerful and bloody Eight Banners cavalry of the Qing army, holding a cavalry bow and shouting. The heavy soldiers behind them were also holding spears and holding a pavilion. They rushed forward with a straight look of Mount Tai, and they wanted to repeat the blood of Sarhu in a river.

Sixty thousand vs. Sixty thousand, the troops were more than twice as different. Napoleon, who was known as a genius in later generations, fought against the 180,000 French troops against the 360,000 anti-French alliance, was still in a state of regret. But at this moment, Mao Jue, who was sitting on the military bench and looking down, showed unprecedented excitement and madness like a vampire. Looking at the Qing army like the tide, rushing to the foot of the mountain, he waved his arms forward as if crazy.

"fire!!!"

Not only him, but even the other Dongjiang generals were blood-red, and the madman roared collectively.

All the senior executives in Dongjiang are crazy?

impossible!

So the crazy one should be Huang Taiji!

There was still the excitement of killing on his face, but the eyes of the eagle and the wolf suddenly appeared full of horror. A fireball like a Doomsday meteorite dragged black smoke and was reflected in Huang Taiji's pupils.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

With a roar, sixteen pounds of terrifying solid bullets dragged a series of gray smoke into the cavalry group, and the horses and knights were torn to pieces by this terrifying chemical energy.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

In a heart-wrenching scream, the shrapnel bombs that exploded on their heads smashed the bullets with the breath of death on the heads of the heavy infantry group. A Jianzhou infantryman covered his chest and was smashed into pieces. The transparent blood hole was kneeled down in disbelief, then raised his head, and the desperate roar showed his last unwillingness to come.

On the chaotic battlefield, the Qing army of the entire unit quickly disappeared under artillery fire. Looking at the fire gushing from the mountain, the fear of being defeated by Yuan Chonghuan at Ningyuan City once again appeared in Huang Taiji's pupils.

"How is that possible?"

There is nothing impossible. There are indeed more than 220 red-clothed cannons in the Central Army's artillery formation destroyed by the assault troops, but who told him that this was Mao Jue's all artillery fire! There was a famous saying in later generations that if you don't put eggs in the same basket, how could Mao Jue be so stupid that he concentrated all the artillery together to give the Qing army a chance to take the pot?

It was really poverty that limited Huang Taiji's imagination. After destroying Mao Jue's main artillery formation, he couldn't wait to order the entire army to advance, exposing the troops to the Dongjiang artillery fire without any cover. The main position of Dongjiang is right in front of the Jialaoshan Arsenal. Just like the Soviet army in the Stalingrad defense battle, the tanks that had just stepped off the production line were directly driven to the German position. Recently, one cannon was the production line that was just taken off yesterday, and more than 300 cannons bombarded the death song.

Smelling the rich smoke intoxicatedly, looking at the already messy Qing army formation after the three rounds of artillery attacks, Mao Jue waved his sword forward frantically.

"Dongjiang Army, attack!!!"

Killing was only one word, and his eyes were red in the sky. Liu Da, who had been suppressed for most of the day, was the first to rush out of the trench. Then, the Dongjiang Army, like the Black Tide, poured down from the hillside like opening the gate and opening water. At this time, there was no way to shoot three times. He rushed to the front and fired directly, followed by the rushing behind and then firing again. Under the attack of gunfire, the Manchurian Iron Cavalry, who had lost the will to fight, fell down one by one. The rest of them panic wanted to retreat, but were knocked down by the Dongjiang Army who was caught with a bayonet.

The entire Qing army formation began to collapse, and the front army retreated one after another, colliding with the infantry behind.

However, Huang Taiji was Huang Taiji. After being shocked, his face covered in oil and sweat was gloomy and as if he was about to have a thunder and rain. He pressed his hand down hard.

Six of the eight flags were dispatched, and the only one who preserved their strength was the two yellow flags personally led by Huang Taiji. At this time, they didn't care about preserving them. In the stormy waves, two cavalrymen rushed through the panicked Mongolian light cavalry on both sides and the defeated formation.

On both wings of the Dongjiang Army, which was advancing by leaps and bounds, suddenly a cavalry suddenly rushed out, and dozens of private soldiers who were unaware of the scattered line were scraped to the ground by the speeding cavalry. This scene made the left wing Wen Meng's eyes almost popped out, but he could only shout in anger.

"Blow the trumpet and gather the formation!"

Amid the sound of the trumpet, the scattered Dongjiang troops began to shrink together, and the black array chessboards began to take shape on the battlefield. The still arrogant Zhenghuang Banner cavalry still rushed towards these arrays regardless of the chorus. This time they were not facing the Liaodong musketeers who turned around and ran away, but the black bayonets.

"Go to die, Dog Tartar!"

With a roar, Wen Meng personally slashed the knife in front of the knife, and fucked the officer of Zhenghuang Banner who was straightened in front of the sharp steel forest and was at a loss.

Without asking for a bargain in front of the Dongjiang bayonet, three or four hundred troops were lost in a moment. The short-lived Zhenghuang Banner cavalry hurriedly retreated again.

However, in these ten minutes, the Qing army on the verge of collapse won a precious respite. In front of the Qing army's barrier, the infantry team of Zhenghuang Banners completely turned into a supervising team. At this time, no matter whether it was the Eight Jurchen Banners or not, they would press them on the ground and chop their heads down. Huang Taiji himself even walked out of the barrier and roared to supervise the battle. The same sword light shone, and the retreating heavy infantry was fierce again, and the dying beast shouted forward.

On top of his head, the speeding Dongjiang artillery fire did not stop for a moment, and the flesh and blood were rolling. In order to survive, the cavalry and the heavy infantry had to desperately squeeze in front of the Dongjiang Army formation down the mountain. From the bird's eye view, the battlefield was like a huge Yin-Yang map. The light gray and blue Qing army and the dark and heavy Dongjiang Army squeezed together. In the clear middle, there was a mountain of swords.

Amid the sound of metal collisions, both armies desperately poked the guys in their hands at each other. No one expected that in more than ten minutes, such a huge change had happened again on the battlefield. The Qing army, which was so small that there was no room for maneuvering, had even been dead for a long time, but it was still held there and could not be taken down.

"Master!"

In the hoarse service, the soldiers behind knocked the trigger one after another. In the sound of the thumping, the Qing army, who was still moving forward frantically, burst into blue smoke in the chest, screaming and dying. The Japanese still had gun-branded jade, how could Mao Jue have no grenadiers? The porcelain grenades in the crisp porcelain bottle were thrown away, and the metal pieces that erupted often made a large number of Qing army cover their faces and scream, and Jiannu from the rear also shot arrows into the sky. However, even if the armor-breaking arrows were heavily, there was still only a few killings in front of the cold-forged armor and cold-forged helmets in Dongjiang.

Indeed, the Dongjiang Army, which had an absolute disadvantage in terms of numbers, was squeezed little by little, and could output damage. The young man under Mao Jue was at least three times that of the opposite side.

But with such as such shocking casualties, the emperor not only did not retreat, but instead showed a gloomy and vicious smile on his face.

The sun was slowly falling towards the mountain, making the entire battlefield of the earth look bloody red. Mao Jue's eyes were red. A revolver was hot and still kept firing. He shot one empty and threw it directly to the personal soldiers behind him, and then grabbed another one.

Victory seems to be near.

But at this time, a historic turning point came again, and a desolate horn suddenly rang behind him.

Full of disbelief, Mao Jue turned his head in horror, connecting to the right side of Mount Galao, and a white evil dragon flag with its teeth and claws suddenly appeared in his eyes.

It is said to be the Eight Banners Iron Cavalry! At first, Nurhaci relied on elite infantry to defeat one Jurchen opponent after another in the valley. In the mountain war, the Qing army was not an amateur. The cunning rabbit was like Huang Taiji in three holes, which was really terrifying. The local Koreans who plundered Dingmao last time, even though he clearly felt that he was sure to win, he still shot a team of people, walked on the Wolf Ridge Mountain Path, and walked around from behind the Dongjiang River.

A million-level battle, investing in the last squadron at the right time is enough to determine the direction of the battle, not to mention that this is a brutal and bloodthirsty barbarian warrior with more than 2,000 numbers in Zhengbai Banner.

In Mao Jue's horrified eyes, the Zhengbai Banner suddenly rushed out of the valley and entered the Gala Mountain position viciously. The red barbarian cannon, which was roaring like a dragon, began to silence a little bit. He was furious and was about to turn around to rescue him. However, the Dongjiang Army also left the trench position at this time. The Mongolian cavalry, who had just fled like a mangy dog, rushed back again, and actually surrounded the Dongjiang Legion's retreat.

Once again, the battle situation took a sharp turn.

Looking back at the sun that was setting behind him, Huang Taiji's fat old face showed unprecedented ferociousness. At this time, he no longer had the intention to subdue Mao Jue. He raised his head, laughed wildly and roared.

"Beat the drum and march! Those who kill Mao Dongjiang will add three levels of the future and seal Beile!"
Chapter completed!