Under the siege of tens of thousands of Qing troops, the square formation became thinner and thinner. Another group of cavalry rushed towards them. A few steps away, their lances sandwiched between their waists and ribs hit the horse.

Under the force of the impact, it penetrated into the iron wall formed by the soldiers of Huben Camp, splashing blood and poking holes one after another in the iron wall.

Although the musketeers in the formation chased the Jiannu cavalry with their guns and knocked down the Jiannu who was on horseback with their muskets, although the Jiannu who fell from the horse struggled in a pool of blood and was then hoofed by the horse.

Trampled into pulp.

But the overall situation cannot be changed.

After all, where is the disparity in military strength between the two sides? The disparity in military strength between the two sides is really too great.

Under the continuous siege of Jiannu, thousands of officers and soldiers of the Huben Battalion fell one after another, leaving at least two or three times more corpses of Jiannu in front of them. The blood of the soldiers melted into the snow and covered the ground.

The corpses flowed one after another, mixing with the blood of Jiannu and forming a cold blood stream.

"boom!"

Xu Zili held the gun tightly, adjusted the muzzle, and shot a Jiannu cavalryman through the body. On this chaotic battlefield, like the previous shots, no one except himself paid attention to this shot.

You know, at this time, no one cares about military exploits.

All soldiers have only one purpose, which is to kill the enemy and kill as many enemies as possible before they are killed themselves.

Moving forward, they could see that their exhausted comrades were no longer even able to lift their swords. The battle that lasted for several hours had exhausted everyone's energy. They watched helplessly as their own people

Being pierced by a Jiannu's lance, or watching helplessly as a Jiannu was blown away.

At this time, no one can save others, and everyone faces death with a calm attitude.

"boom!"

Once again, Li Detian fired the cannonball. When the brothers completed cleaning the barrel of the cannon again, suddenly, a brother shouted.

"No more shells!"

The shells are finished!

"Get the knife!"

Picking up the swords of their fallen comrades from the ground, the gunners, who had exhausted their shells, threw themselves into the battlefield without hesitation. Although they had no armor on their bodies, they still stood there, forming a Great Wall with their own flesh and blood.

They don't care about anything, there is only one thought left in their hearts - to kill the enemy, to kill one or more enemies before they die in battle.

The battle lasted from near noon until the afternoon. When the setting sun dyed the armor of the soldiers red, the military formation was finally broken through...

When Jiannu's cavalry broke through the phalanx, the Jiannu heavy infantry that followed also entered the battlefield armed with swords, guns, iron axes, and hammers. They waved the weapons in their hands and smashed into the Ming army who were fighting desperately. Perhaps

Heavy battle axes and hammers could not penetrate the armor, but they could smash the armor out of shape, causing the armored warriors to vomit blood. At this point in the battle, the initial orderly formation had turned into chaos.

"ah……"

Jiannu, who was wielding a hammer, hit the chests of two iron men one after another, denting the armor of their chests inward, squeezing their ribs, and even squeezing their internal organs. Although the iron man was seriously injured,

Vomiting blood, they still staggered towards the enemy.

Fight for your life!

At this time, their only wish was to exchange their lives for the lives of more enemies. However, they had no strength to move anymore. They only took a few steps and fell down.

"kill……"

Just like in training, Xu Zili held a bayonet-mounted rifle and rushed left and right in the melee. Although the bayonet was extremely sharp, it still required all his strength to pierce the enemy's armor.

"kill!"

With the violent shouting, the bayonet at the muzzle of the gun pierced into Jiannu's chest like lightning. Despite the obstruction of the armor, it still didn't go in for half a foot. Then he twisted it and Jiannu fell down.

.

The moment he pulled out the bayonet, suddenly, a hammer came from nowhere and kept hitting him. His vision suddenly went black, and he fell down. Before he lost consciousness, he fell down in a pool of blood.

Until the brothers keep falling down...

The scarlet blood melted the snow, and the blood merged into a stream and flowed. In the final military formation, Chen Wudi, who was covered in blood, was breathing heavily. He looked to the left and right, and there were thousands of people around him.

Eight hundred brothers gathered around him, and the big guy's armor was stained with blood.

And around them, thousands of slaves stared at them, with hesitation in their bloodthirsty eyes. The killing lasted for several hours, which not only exhausted everyone's physical strength, but also shook everyone's confidence.

will.

Once upon a time, these savages who walked out of the white mountains and black waters, with their barbarity, spread the word "Jurchens are invincible to thousands" in the mouths of the Ming Dynasty, but now, they are shaken and doubtful.

The Ming army in front of them clearly only had three to four thousand men, but why did they dare to fight one against five for several hours? What's more terrible is that they seemed to be fighting tooth and nail!

This is simply unbelievable, how could these Ming troops be so bold.

call……

On the battlefield, everyone was panting heavily. Whether they were the Ming army or the slaves, they were extremely exhausted. They were wearing dozens of kilograms of armor and holding heavy soldiers to kill for several hours. If it weren't for the will to support them,

, I guess they were already paralyzed from exhaustion, but they all knew the result of being discouraged - death.

Perhaps it was because everyone was extremely tired, having torn up the battlefield for several hours. As the sun set, there was actually a strange silence. Abatai, who was riding a horse, stared at this with a livid face...

Film Shura field!

The Shura Field was full of corpses of Qing soldiers and horses. The snow was dyed red, and the hot blood melted the ice and snow, forming a stream flowing through the snow.

There are piles of corpses on the battlefield, some stacked on top of each other, and many of them have been trampled by war horses like mud. Corpses are scattered so casually on the battlefield, and all kinds of swords and guns are scattered everywhere, and they are lost.

The horse lost its master and walked blindly on the battlefield, occasionally neighing.

For Abatai, who has been accompanying Nurhachi on expeditions since he was a teenager, although he has seen more tragic battlefields than before, his feelings are different. After all, most of the people who died now are Qing troops.

This battle was fought...

Even if he wins, he will probably be beheaded by Huang Taiji when he returns to Shengjing.

How many people died in this battle?

Eight thousand? Ten thousand?

"Master Baylor, withdraw!"

Turg opened his mouth and revealed a fact he didn't want to face - it's over!

Including the casualties caused by the water battle, the casualties of the entire army may have exceeded 15,000, and more than half of the troops were lost. When has the Qing Dynasty ever fought such a battle? If it continues... Even if it eats this Ming army, there will be more

What's the meaning?

It’s nothing more than increased casualties!

One person is fighting tooth and nail, but ten people are hard to beat. These people are all working hard!

Thousands of people are trying their best, it's life-threatening.

"Master Belle..."

Before Turge could finish speaking, Abate said.

"Send the order. If General Ming is willing to surrender, I promise not to kill any of them!"

…

A moment later, facing the Qing army's persuasion to surrender, Chen Wudi shouted loudly.

"Brothers, are you willing to surrender?"

"I am willing to follow the army until death!"

Another deafening shout sounded on the battlefield.

"Brothers! We are truly lucky to die in front of Emperor Gao's mausoleum! Emperor Gao!"

Looking up to the sky and roaring, Chen Wudi shouted loudly.

"I led all the soldiers to go..."

At this moment, there was no such thing as a formation. Everyone was like crazy, launching a final attack on the Qing army. They were all fighting on their own. They were all using their will and lives to fight against the enemy.

In the final fight, there is no so-called reason now.

Even if the sword is blunt, they will still use their teeth, fists, and even their heads and helmets to fight the enemy in a head-to-head duel.

"Kill the slaves!"

While roaring, a cavalryman suddenly passed by Chen Wudi, and the spike hammer in his hand was directly nailed to Chen Wudi's body.

This heavy blow caused him to fall down, and he knelt on the ground, still muttering silently to himself.
Chapter completed!