.Waves of Qing army rushed over from all directions, explosions, muskets, and roars of people and horses intertwined, drums, gongs, and cow horns competed against each other, one by one, and one by one, with the faint moonlight, the Yulin Guard could see countless black shadows falling in front of his formation, but more black shadows rushed up immediately. In the darkness, it seemed that the Qing army was everywhere and could not be killed.

"shooting!"

"shooting!"

"shooting!"

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The Yulin Guard officer on the front line shouted at the top of his voice, no matter how loud the battlefield sounded, the slogans of each shooting still penetrated the entire Yulin Guard Front.

Shu Muer released the bowstring and a loud buzzing sound. The arrow flew away. He didn't know whether he could shoot the Ming army. But facing the bullets gathered by the Ming army, they could only fight back with the bow and arrow. After the fight in the middle of the night, he survived by luck. However, the Aima who was struck by the cross was exhausted and gasped, and his arms were also sore. He had already forgotten the idea of ​​two futures. The companion Hana, who was determined to capture the Emperor of Ming alive, had already died in the first round. He was thinking that he hoped to survive.

"Bang!" Yuan Jinhua fired a shot and ran to the back of the team, took out the bullet from the bullet bag at his waist, bit the paper shell, and loaded the ammunition with the faint moonlight. The same was true for the companions who had just shot with him. While loading, they paid attention to the movement in front. Just as they bit the paper shell, his front team had already moved forward. He also moved forward, and his steps sounded beside him. Soon, there were another queue behind him. After twelve consecutive rounds, the ammunition in Yuan Jinhua's gun had already entered his position and went from the last row to the front row.

"shooting!"

"Bang!" Another round of shooting was gone. Yuan Jinhua repeated the previous movement and ran to the back of the team to start charging medicine. He buried his friend's grief and anger in his heart. Now he just wanted to shoot a few more rounds, kill a few more Qing troops, and avenge his friends.

The Qing army's attack became more and more urgent, but the Yulin Guards became more and more stable. Once someone was injured or killed, new people would be added soon. Tens of thousands of Yulin Guards were mobilized in turn. It was like a precision machine running at high speed. The more they reached the back, the smoother the machine turned. Even if the Qing army rushed in front of them, the grenade explosion sounded, the machine's operation returned to normal.

The belly of the fish in the sky turned red. The golden sun was finally coming out. But God seemed to be afraid that the two teams had not yet flowed enough blood. A white mist began to cover the battlefield again. Mandahai, Yue Le and other senior officials were filled with contradictions and struggles. Reason told them that the withdrawal now can still save some of their vitality. If they continue, they are likely to suffer greater losses. The huge casualties made them very unwilling to accept it. If they withdraw now, this sneak attack would be equivalent to a complete failure. Don’t say that they will find another opportunity in the future. It would be good if they could escape from Shandong.

"Minggou. If you have a genital, don't hide behind the big cart."

"Dog Tartars. If you don't have any chance, come up."

The fog rose. The two military powers were still at night. They were still fighting for life. There were still curses from both sides. Arrows and bullets were flying in the air, taking away lives.

The dazzling sunlight finally cut through the thick fog and shone on the entire battlefield. The fierce sunlight caught both sides off guard. The Qing army and the local offensive retreated like a tide. The gunshots of the Ming army gradually became quiet. After the smoke dissipated, the battlefield jumped into the sight of both sides.

What came into everyone's eyes was bloody. At this distance between the Ming army front and the wall of the camp, there were dense corpses of Qing soldiers and horses lying in many places. In the middle of the corpses were full of swords on the ground. Many swords had been broken, and the broken mouth was facing the sky, as if telling the tragic situation of yesterday's battle, the remaining Qing soldiers gathered together in groups of three or three, with a tragic look on their faces.

The uneven vehicles circled the Ming army inside, and many vehicles capsized on the ground. In addition to blood everywhere, in the car, in addition to the bloodstains everywhere, the complete or incomplete bodies of the Qing army hanging on it can be seen from time to time. Some places also showed gaps, and the corpses in the gaps were piled up one after another. Even the soil on the ground was stained black by blood. These corpses were all dressed in black, and the Ming army itself, both the wounded and the corpses, had been transported to the rear.

Behind the vehicle was a neat team of Ming troops. Under the white feathers, the bright red clothes were dyed with blood. The black muzzle was facing forward, making it look like it was shooting at any time.

Seeing the Qingming Army's formation, the Qing army all took a breath. Such a thick formation, even if they were several times more numerous, they would not be able to attack. If they had known the situation, they would have probably not have the courage to attack. However, the night was equal to both sides. At the same time, the Qing army also lost the opportunity to judge the enemy situation and could only attack hard.

"Fire the artillery." When both sides stopped, the artillery commander of the Ming army seized the opportunity and ordered.

"Boom." The artillery battalion in the middle of the Ming army was filled with smoke, and countless black spots fell to the place where the Qing army was. Seeing the artillery shells landed towards their leader, stopping at the Ming army's large

The Qing army was shocked and hurriedly slapped the horses and moved away. The artillery could not be blocked by human forces, the faster the better.

The shells fell down roaringly, and a loud explosion was blew up in the Qing army array. Those who escaped faster were secretly glad, and those who escaped slowly were crushed to pieces on the spot, and their lives were yelling.

After a quiet night, the Ming army cannons that had only been driven several times finally found the opportunity to leak. The shelling round after round was bombarded, and all the Qing cavalry fled in a panic. They no longer dared to gather together, so they could only scatter around and pointed at the Ming army's position from afar and cursed meaninglessly.

"Master, order the retreat." Bahana rode to Mandahai and shouted sadly. His body was covered with blood and dust. It only took about half an hour from Mandahai's order to attack in full swing. Mahana showed that no more than two-thirds of Niulu had left his side, and most Niulu had suffered more than half of his casualties.

Mandahai glanced at the battlefield, and the entire Ming army's position was in order, with rows of muzzles pointing ahead, making people feel murderous. On the other hand, his team was blown by the Ming army's artillery and no longer able to attack. He bit his lip desperately and shouted in depression: "Send orders, retreat!"

"The ox horns were blowing up. This time, the ox horns were no longer attacking, but retreating. The Qing army, who was hiding and fleeing under the Ming army artillery, was given a general amnesty and transferred their horses. They fought desperately to flee to the Ming army camp.

"Long live! Long live!" Seeing the Qing army fleeing, the Ming army cheered in unison.

"Sir, the Tartars have escaped, do you want to chase after me?" A staff officer asked the prince and Gong.

"Why don't you chase me? I will pass the order of this general, move the cart away, and the Jiehu Camp army will pursue it." The prince said suddenly.

"But sir, all the Tartars are cavalry, and only one thousand cavalry of the Jethu Camp." The staff officer reminded.

"So what about a thousand cavalry? The Tartars attacked overnight. They were already at the end of their strength. Even if our army was full of infantry, they would pursue them. Such an opportunity must not be spared."

"Mr. Commander, going out to pursue the camp is still a major event. Should I ask the emperor before making a decision?" said another adviser.

The prince said without thinking: "Although the Emperor of War is in the camp, the Tartars escaped for at least several miles, and the emperor had already sent an order to not interfere with the command center of the headquarters, he could naturally make an order to pursue. If there is no time, execute the order.

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"yes!"

The staff members were speechless, and Wang Gongluo's orders were sent to all parts of the front line. The soldiers of the Jiehu Camp immediately moved away the chariot formation in front. A thousand cavalry who had been raising their strength rushed out first, and then the rest of the infantry followed behind. Nearly 10,000 troops chased the fleeing Qing army like a torrent.

"Dong!" Wang Fu put down the drum stick, and felt his hands were extremely sore and numb. He kept beating the drum in the middle of the night, and it would be strange if he was not tired.

"Your Majesty, the Tartars retreated, the Tartars retreated." Several young staff members shouted in ecstasy. Although Qian Qianyi, Qu Shi and others did not lose their composure like several staff members, their faces were also full of joy. Although the enemy did not rush in for the night of fighting last night, these civil officials were still worried.

It was inevitable that the Tartars would retreat until dawn. Wang Fu was not very happy. He was more concerned about the casualties on the front line. He turned around and got off the platform and ordered: "Come, bring my horse."

"Abide by the order." A guard responded and hurriedly went down. After a while, a red horse had already been led to Wang Fu. Wang Fu stepped onto the horse's back and looked ahead: "Let's go, I'm going to go ahead and take a look."

The Tartars had retreated, Qian Qianyi, Qu Shi and others did not stop them. The other guards hurriedly went down to lead the horse and followed the emperor. Wang Fu gently knocked the horse's belly, and the red horse neighed excitedly and ran away. The guards behind also shouted quickly, and hundreds of horses rolled up a piece of smoke and dust and ran towards the front line.

Qian Qianyi, Qu Shi and others couldn't ride horses. They looked at each other and had no choice but to ask the Yulin Guards who protected them to get a cart and head forward in a mule cart.

Although the Qing army escaped first, many of their war horses were exhausted after a night of fighting. In order to prevent the war horses from falling to death, the Qing army did not retreat quickly. The two sides were getting close to each other. When they heard the sound of horse hooves like thunder behind, some Qing soldiers couldn't help but turn their heads and look back. When they saw a red torrent chasing behind them, they were shocked and didn't care whether the horse could bear it. They fought desperately.

The cavalry of the Jiehu Camp behind had already started firing. The Qing army landed at the back was as if they were hit hard by a heavy object. After a beat, they all fell down one after another.

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Chapter completed!