Under the cover of more than 100 large vehicles, more than 1,600 soldiers of the car camp crowded in a large circular formation, holding firecrackers and repeating crossbows, fighting and retreating under the heavy siege of the Jin army.
The Jin army's arrows rained down like rain, and soldiers of the Ming army fell to the ground after being struck by arrows every second. However, facing the Jin army whose number was several times their own, the Cheying soldiers, under the command of deputy general Wang Zhiku, fought against the rushing Jin cavalry.
They fought desperately, but the blunderbuss in their hands could not get any hotter. Dozens of blunderbuss had exploded because they were too hot, and more than a dozen of their own lives had been injured.
The covering chariots were knocked over from time to time. The farther back the chariots were, the smaller the protective role they could play. The Jin army attacked several times. Seeing the tenacious resistance of the Ming army, they began to shoot and pull those chariots.
As a result, only 40 or 50 of the more than 100 chariots were barely usable, and the circular formation became smaller and smaller. As a last resort, the Ming army could only abandon the seriously injured soldiers and retreat south with only those lightly injured soldiers.
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The seriously injured soldiers knew what their fate would be. They had no resentment, but calmly lay down on the ground with their eyes closed and waited for death.[
What was ringing in my ears was the never-ending screams, but what came to my mind were my relatives thousands of miles away.
The appearance of the parents, the tears of the wife when bidding farewell, the children who do not know where their father is, the grass and trees in their hometown, every bit and bit, flashes in the minds of the dying people like movie clips. In the end, everything falls into the edge of the world.
The black border…
The sound of hooves filled the sky, and the horses' hooves cruelly trampled the corpses on the ground. No matter dead or alive, all of them were trampled to pulp.
The bloody horse's hooves fell on the blood-stained black soil, taking away the loyal souls of the soldiers.
Wisps of loyal soul floated out from the body, slowly floating over the noisy and tragic battlefield, slowly floating...
Floating across Xiaoling River, floating over Changshan Mountain, floating over Jimingyi, floating across Jinzhou, floating past Shanhaiguan, floating to my hometown, floating to the old alley where I played as a child, floating to my own yard...
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There were Jin troops in all directions. The surviving Ming troops knew that they would never be able to go back, but no one flinched. No one knelt on the ground and shouted for mercy. They gritted their teeth and let their comrades around them fall down one by one, furious.
The gun was constantly lit in his hand, and the last crossbow arrow was shot towards the golden soldier without hesitation.
Every step towards the south, countless Ming troops fell. Every time they blinked, it was a farewell to their companions.
There are fewer and fewer people alive. The 2,000-car battalion soldiers who crossed the river have fought so far, and now there are only less than 400 people left, and half of them are injured.
But they were still fighting desperately. When the chariot was gone, they gathered together back to back; when the blunderbuss could no longer be used, they held it high in their hands; when the crossbow bolts were gone, they held up the dagger in their hands.
No matter how hard the Jin army pushed it, the remaining more than 400 soldiers of the car camp remained firm and motionless, as unshakable as Mount Tai.
The Jin army attacked again and again, and were beaten back by the Cheying soldiers at the last minute. In the end, they were impressed by these unyielding Ming troops, and they began to re-examine these Cheying soldiers who were usually not conspicuous at all.
.Perhaps, they have always underestimated the combat effectiveness of the Ming army; perhaps, they have never paid attention to the unyielding will of the Ming army.
After a moment of silence, Wugner raised his right hand again, and immediately, thousands of gold troops once again charged towards the soldiers of the car camp.
This time, it went extremely smoothly. The Jin army broke through the array of Che Ying soldiers with almost no resistance.
The success made the Jin army a little unbelievable. They turned around and saw more than a hundred corpses lying on the ground behind them. However, the Ming army who were still standing did not make any move. They had no strength to fight anymore. They just
Standing there, looking south silently.
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Seeing that the Ming army had completely lost its ability to resist, the Jin army did not rush forward and kill them all. Instead, they all looked towards Wugena. After Huang Taiji succeeded to the throne, he issued strict orders that as long as the enemy soldiers resisted, all banners
They must be brought back as prisoners and cannot be killed wantonly. With this strict order, although the Jin army was annoyed by the stubborn resistance of these Ming army chariot soldiers and caused them so-called casualties, no one dared to kill these powerful soldiers without permission.
The Ming army fought.
Niu Luge rode his horse over and asked Wugena for instructions: "Sir Zhen, the Ming army has no strength. Do you want to capture them alive?" [
"Um."
Wugner nodded. The tenacious resistance of the Ming army's chariots and battalions was beyond his expectation, and he admired them. He couldn't bear to kill them all, and took them back to persuade them, and maybe incorporated them into the Han army's flag in the future.
, even if they were unwilling to fight for Dajin, they were all good laborers given to armored men as slaves. He raised his hand and asked Gerry to lead people to kidnap these Ming soldiers and take them back.
Gerry nodded in agreement, got off his horse, and waved to his subordinates to follow him to capture the Ming army. However, when he saw Wang Zhiku in the crowd, his eyes immediately lit up and he shouted happily: "Haha, it turns out there is another one.
Senior officer of the Ming army, hurry, catch him!"
Wang Zhiku's body was covered with blood, and his robes and armor were stained with blood and black ash. Previously, it was impossible to see his identity clearly among the fighting crowd. Now that he stood still, he could tell at a glance that he was the member of the Ming Dynasty.
The commander of the army, and he was also a lieutenant general. Wugner also laughed immediately. Although he was only a lieutenant general, he was also a high-ranking official of the Ming army. Capturing him alive was a great achievement.
He pointed his riding whip towards Wang Zhiku and shouted: "Capture him alive!"
"Catch me alive?"
Hearing the cry of the Jin Army general, Wang Zhiku, who was seriously injured, smiled sadly, suddenly pointed the long sword in his hand at his chest, and then shouted towards the south with all his strength: "Long live my emperor!"
Seeing this, Wugner and Gerry's expressions changed, and they shouted at the same time: "No, Na Ming is going to commit suicide! Stop him quickly!"
It was too late, Wang Zhiku had already thrust the long sword into his chest. With a "pop" sound, the long sword penetrated into the flesh. His heart shrank sharply. The blood did not spurt out, but flowed along the sword body.
It flowed out bit by bit, and flowed bit by bit to the palm of his hand holding the sword.
Hot, my blood is hot!
The moment he fell, Wang Zhiku murmured to himself, his eyes not closing until he died.
"The general is dead, how can we survive!"
Witnessing Wang Zhiku's suicide, the remaining Ming army was shocked. A young Cheying soldier imitated Wang Zhiku's example and shouted "Long live my emperor" to the south, then gritted his teeth and stabbed the dagger into his chest.
Instantly, his face twisted into a ball in pain, but he still used his last strength to push the dagger deeper into the body.
"Life is the same as life, and death is the same as death!"
"Everyone, go with the general!"
"Long live my emperor!"
"Long live my emperor!"
As they chanted "Long live my emperor" one after another, more than two hundred soldiers from the carriage camp chose to follow Wang Zhiku and commit suicide. They either used long knives, short blades, or banged their heads against stones on the ground.
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In an instant, there were more than two hundred corpses on the ground. Looking at it, there was not a single one of the more than a thousand soldiers in the car camp alive. They were either killed in battle or committed suicide. This scene moved Wugner and all the Jin soldiers. They had been
He stayed there and looked at the corpses of the Ming army in front of him, but he never went south to pursue the defeated Ming army.