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"Go! Go! Kill them!"

When such a big mistake happened, Tulai, the commander of the Qing army at the front, also had his eyes red with anger, grinning his teeth and waving his sword furiously like thunder.

The low wooden wall with shields brought out played a role. As soon as I was short, most of the three rows of Dongjiang troops were hidden behind the parapet, and the diffuse arrows stared at the first layer of the wall. They squatted halfway, and these Dongjiang troops continued to attack. Shooting, rushing out from the defeated army, the Qing army that hadn't yet formed a formation had bloody holes opened in their chests one by one, filling in the trenches they had just dug.

"Hold on, this dog is a powerful weapon, rushing up to chop their house is a scum!"

Wearing a big wooden shield that looked like Bron, while running, a burly Qing army Niu Lu Ezhen was still hissing and loudly boosting morale, and when he was talking, this bull even struck a knife with lightning, confirming As he said, he chopped down a half-orc army that was running back in a panic after emptying the soil.

At first, I thought that I had taken the head once, and I was quite courageous, but seeing the man whose back was cut off in half fell to his feet and twitched, Zhang Ruolin was still terrified, hating his parents for not being able to do it. Give yourself two more legs, throw the dirt basket on the ground, and run back with your legs out.

Although the last time I fought against Dongjiang in hand-to-hand combat, Mao Jue left a deep impression on the Qing army after all. With his previous experience, he encouraged the Qing army to charge. He sped up a little more, and rushed to the front at the speed of a 100-meter sprint.

Looking at the Dongjiang Army behind the low wall who were still loading their muskets, the burly Niu Luzhen's pupils couldn't help bursting out with bloodthirsty ferocity. Cut it down, however, he just jumped into the air, but a suffocating uneasiness suddenly rose in his heart.

Shrouded by his blade, that Dongjiang man, with that upright square face, let alone panic, was soaked in a sneer that made him shudder.

Master's confidence!

Puff~Puff~

Three bayonets were stuck in his chest, and the man hung on the knives before he landed, and was thrown out immediately dragging blood beads all over the sky.

Click and pop.

The world is slowing down, blood beads are flying around, this Niu Lu is really unbelievable watching Niu Lu who rushed up after him was stabbed to the ground by lightning-like bayonets, are these the Ming army?

With confusion, darkness engulfed him completely.

"Brothers, fuck 'em!"

Even if it is a garrison, [-] times of bayonet stabbing a day during the slack season is indispensable. The field troops of the personal corps have to train artillery fire and shooting, and even many garrison soldiers have stronger bayonet fighting skills than the personal corps. The scarecrows have long been pierced. Tired and crooked, they didn't load ammunition at all. The excited Dongjiang army kicked over the shield wall full of arrow shafts in front of them, and greeted them fiercely with bayonets.

The entire front line suddenly clashed with dogs and teeth. Some Qing soldiers slashed on the Dongjiang cotton armor with knives, cutting out a series of sparks. The artillery fire on the Siping city wall of the new building also rang out overwhelmingly. The artillery shells accurately landed about 80 meters in front of the battlefield. The splashing shells tore apart the Qing army that was eager to come to support, and blood and corpses were also added. into the trench.

The bloody battle began on the battlefield of Siping City, and Mao Jue was not idle on the other side, besieging the city to fight for aid. If the blocking of Mao Jue's army could not be completed, the Qing army would not be able to complete the encirclement plan of Siping City at all. While digging trenches in Siping, Dorgon personally led the army and launched a fierce sniper attack on the middle army of the Dongjiang Army.

This time the battlefield is in Liaoyuan in later generations.

On the banks of the Huifa River, the two-story bunker was still emitting black smoke. On the opposite side of the Songjiang Plain, the sound of orderly steps could be heard. Two Dongjiang troops with 100 soldiers formed a square formation. Amidst the sound, they stepped forward neatly with bayonets in hand, and further ahead, the gunners driving the horses pushed field cannons.

Such a phalanx is densely packed!

It never occurred to me that Dongjiang reacted so quickly. Less than half an hour after taking the Dongjiang Volatile River Fortress, Mao Jue had already mobilized an army to seize it!The Dorgon and Duoduo brothers were screaming and ordering desperately like burning their buttocks.

"Hurry up and bury the gun! In front, put up the fence, hurry up!"

The Qing army also had Hongyi cannons, but their cannon photos were much behind Dongjiang. There was no cannon mount, only a solitary cannon body, and the weight of the same caliber was about twice that of Dongjiang Hongyi cannon. On the ground, it was extremely difficult to adjust the elevation angle. The Qing army was still panicking and fixed the artillery fire on the ground. A wooden fence was inserted in front of it to block and dig a tunnel. On the other end, the artillerymen of the Dongjiang Army had arrived to shoot. range.

"Stop! Stand up! Master Fa!"

Turn the three-pound and six-pound gun carriage from behind the horse, raise the gun mount, and aim at the Qing army on the remaining hills of the Changbai Mountain opposite. More than 200 field guns roared together.

It was like New Year's Eve all of a sudden, with the sound of booming explosions, shrapnel shells exploded on the heads of the Qing army like fireworks, and the crackling shells directly hit the heads of the people, and the busy Qing army fell down a large area. .

bang~

Holding the iron shield, the teeth and hands were numb. After avoiding the barrage, he put down the iron shield. Three pellet-sized shotguns sank deeply into the shield. At the other end, on the position of the Hongyi Cannon, three The gunner of the Qing army was covered in blood, his helmet was dented in a large part, and he lay directly on the body of the half-installed gun. Looking through the telescope, the Dongjiang army was still loading, and Dorgon's cheeks couldn't help twitching violently again. A few times.

Finally, he gritted his teeth fiercely, his voice was full of horror, and he roared mournfully.

"Let Azig's cavalry go to battle!"

The Eight-Banner Cavalry, the pride of the Qing Dynasty! In the woods at the foot of the mountain, six Niulu iron utensils with two white flags held high spears and steel knives, shouting and attacking the flanks of the Dongjiang Army, and the ground that was shaken by the horseshoes seemed to tremble. a bit.

It would be a lie to say that they are not afraid! But after a long period of training, the Dongjiang Army was almost numb mechanically. Under the roar of Shen Rong, more than [-] flanking rifle phalanxes turned around neatly, raised their guns, and the engineers hurriedly carried Barriers, fences, wooden teeth and so on are thrown ahead.

Even if the soldiers are stationed, there are nearly [-] rounds of live ammunition training a year, and the shooting distance is almost familiar, and there is no order to shoot without authorization, deprived of all honors and benefits, and return home as a coward. Said, to be pointed at by others and looked down upon by others is more uncomfortable than death. Even if the heart is beating, everyone is still clenching their teeth and waiting for the order of their officer.

The shocking sound of horse hooves reached people's hearts, and the smell of sweat from the horses seemed to be rushing straight in front of them. Holding a telescope to check the distance, it was almost 100 meters away. The commanders of the various formations rushed forward without asking the children. Slam the saber.

"Fat Master!"

This sound really relieved the burden from the heart, the infantry in the front row slammed the trigger, a row of fire burst out, and the galloping cavalry fell on their backs.

The front row retreated, and the rear row made up. The power of multiple shots made the fierce charging cavalry lose one-third of the cavalry in front of them. In the roar of both armies trying to bring terror and excitement, the galloping cavalry They slammed into the middle phalanx fiercely, and the infantrymen were knocked down and flew away. Some horses ran wildly with broken bayonets on their bodies, and some Dongjiang infantrymen fell to one side and vomited blood violently.

This scene did not make Dorgon the slightest joy, and only then did he bump into several phalanxes. Around the cavalry, the left and right phalanxes stepped out like Tetris, turned left and right, and bayonets in all directions pierced up like thorn bushes.

Throwing the binoculars, Dorgon roared with smoke from his throat.

"hurry up!"

Farther, farther north, the long flank of the Dongjiang River.

Two cavalrymen were running towards each other. On one side, the rain of arrows covered the sky, and on the other side, the cavalry's short-barreled carbines were also crackling. People on both sides kept falling under the horses. , Both sides had a tacit understanding to withdraw, but in less than ten minutes, a few miles away, the two sides met face to face again fiercely.

On the hundreds of miles front, the scouting battle between cavalry and cavalry erupted like sparks. Although it was short, it was more bloody.

In a life-and-death battle, the two largest military groups in Liaodong also showed the courage to fight to the death!

Chapter 489. The grass on the wall

A blood-colored setting sun fell brilliantly to the west, and the bright red sun dyed the battlefield red. The conspicuous ground, the corpses, and the blood were all covered in it, and the pits and holes seemed to be filled with blood. like that.

For six consecutive days, the Qing army failed to make any further progress. Kong Youde, like a reckless bull, resisted the advance of the Qing army 400 meters outside the city.The dug trenches were riddled with holes from the heavy stone bombs thrown at a high elevation angle. The soldiers who went up to dig the trenches were left with casualties. The blood even solidified into blood pits at the bottom of the pits. The corpses could not be cleaned up even if they were thrown into the trenches. come out.

The Eight Banners Army, which charged and fought hand to hand, launched a total of eight large-scale attacks in the past six days, each of which was repelled by the interweaving of artillery fire and bayonets. Now no one is clamoring that the Dongjiang Army can no longer fight hand to hand, on the contrary, everyone fights Fear to attack again.

There was no room for resistance, the comrade who was stabbed fiercely in the chest by several bayonets, and screamed pitifully before dying, the impression was too deeply engraved in his mind.

Seeing his troops retreating, Huang Taiji, who was riding on the Baolong colt and staying under the canopy of Huangluo, had an ugly expression on his face. When he put away the binoculars, another red bloodstain spread across his whitened beard. Well, in just a few days it was more difficult than the 100-odd days of the Pine Brocade War, and Huang Taiji was about ten years older, and he looked haggard like an old man on the verge of death.

"Your Majesty! Introduce the Imperial Physician!"

"no need!"

Fan Wencheng was full of anxiety and shouted at the top of his voice, but before he finished speaking, Huang Taiji slapped him.

"It's an old problem, and the imperial doctor is useless! Is there any news from the grassland?"

Fan Wencheng's heart is still hanging high, not to mention the battlefield at this time, the Qing Dynasty at this time is all hanging on Huang Taiji alone, and the attitude towards the Han people alone, the Manchu ministers and Baylor banner owners are not more kind than him That's right, once Huang Taiji has three ups and downs, he doesn't know whether the Qing Dynasty will survive or not, and the status of these slave ministers of the Han Dynasty must have plummeted.

Fifteen buckets in his heart were fetching water, he was up and down, Fan Wencheng still didn't dare to be negligent when answering, and replied hastily.

"The news just came. Eleven days ago, Hu Erhan, the minister of the Lifan Academy, urged the various ministries and alliances to dispatch troops from Guihua City. It is estimated that they will soon arrive in Liaohe."