Do you mean clothes? I share the same robe with you.
Do you call it clothes? It’s the same color as Zi.
How about clothes? I wear the same clothes as my son.
Life is not the same as life, but death is the same as death![
More than two hundred Songshan remnant soldiers relied on each other and resisted stubbornly.
Shi Dayong is like a crooked boat in the ocean, giving the soldiers a goal. Although the waves are big, the boat is still there. Where the boat is, the people are there!
The general is brave and the three armies are united!
If the general is not afraid of death, then the three armies will not be afraid of death!
Although the Eight Banners' troops were large, they could not annihilate the Songshan Army who was not afraid of death in one fell swoop in a matter of seconds. The two sides fell into a stalemate and melee.
………
This is not the first time that Tu Lai has suffered from physical pain. That bastard De Keqin failed to disperse the Ming army's cavalry in one go. Instead, he lost most of the cavalry. If the red flag had not been set up and a team was sent to rescue in time, King Khan would have given him
Sixteen Manchu warriors were all gone.
It doesn't matter if the bannermen are dead, the worst thing is to go back and draw them again. But those sixteen white-armored soldiers were given by King Khan. What an honor this is, how could it be lost in the hands of these Ming people.
These Ming barbarians are really difficult to deal with. I thought they were just a bunch of weaklings, but they turned out to be very painful. However, victory is already beckoning to the Manchu warriors, and it is impossible to give up at this time.
Tu Lai did not take the Liaodong soldiers in Dalinghe City seriously at all. He did not believe that the frightened Liaodong soldiers would come out of the city at this time.
"Kill me, kill me!"
The heavy losses made Tu Lai want to capture the Ming army commander more and more, and then cut him into pieces.
Gurbush also knew that victory was certain, and as long as he gritted his teeth and charged forward, the Ming army would be defeated. Therefore, he did not hesitate to order his tribe to launch the final blow and completely tear the Ming army to pieces.
………
The Tatar cavalry had already rushed in front of him, and Shi Dayong could even hear the nonsense those Tatar cavalry were shouting.
Although the front line is in chaos, and it is now a passive defense with no rules, relying entirely on the instinct of survival and the last bloody spirit to strengthen itself, but no matter whether it is Shi Dayong, Huang An, Shao Wu or those soldiers who put the sum total, no one
Retreating, they leaned firmly together one by one, using the last thirty remaining long logs to aim at the charging Tatar cavalry.
There was indeed something wrong with the Ming army's food team that they encountered today, but at this stage of the fight, there was no time to think about it. Tu Lai gritted his teeth and led the cavalry soldiers to launch the final attack.
Shi Dayong was also waiting for the final blow from the Tatars. He was already prepared to die. Now it was up to him how he would die.
One hand was holding Ma Zhong, who had half of his face cut off, leaving only one eye. He was holding the long knife tightly with the other hand and howling like a wolf from his throat: [
"But there are dead soldiers, and there are surrendered troops! Up and down the Songshan Mountain, we live and die together! On the road to the underworld, let's drink and talk!"
"But there are dead soldiers, and there are surrendered troops! Up and down the Songshan Mountain, we live and die together! On the road to the underworld, let's drink and talk!" Ma Zhong's voice was choked with sobs. His right ear had already been cut off along with his face, but the other ear was clear
Hearing the shouts of the guard, he muttered to himself with a dry mouth, and blood and tears flowed down from his left eye.
…
"Heh...huh!"
Rushing up, the Manchu cavalry with red and yellow flags once again launched their most ferocious attack.
The Manchu soldiers at the front had terrifyingly red eyes and disgusting yellow teeth in their mouths.
The strong light makes the flashes of swords and shadows on the battlefield become unbearable for human eyes.
Looking at the sharp wood that had been stained red with blood, the war horse hesitated and became timid. The knight on the horse was keenly aware of the strangeness of the mount, either his legs were violently tightened, or the sharp thorns on his pointed boots were directly piercing the seat.
ride.
The pain caused the horse to no longer care about the sharpened logs in front of it, and rushed forward crazily.
"Pfft, pfft!"
The horses that rushed up were instantly pierced by the wooden points, and the poor horses hung there, neighing and struggling. The Tatar cavalry on the horses, whether they were Manchu soldiers or Mongolian soldiers, all felt that the god of death was waving to them.
The lucky one fell off the horse and was not impaled on the spot, but the unlucky one was impaled by Changmu on the spot, both man and horse, and hung in the air like a stick of meat.
But luck was short-lived. Before they could let out the screams of falling to the ground, they felt a heavy weight on their backs, and the suffocation suddenly made them unable to speak.
Signs of life disappear in the shortest possible time.
After dozens of cavalry casualties, the Songshan Army's organized resistance came to an end.
………
Shi Dayong was directly hit behind by a charging horse. At that moment, his arms felt like being shattered and his body was extremely heavy. He could no longer stand steadily and staggered back, holding in his hand
His long sword also fell to the ground. If it weren't for Guo Yi, I'm afraid he would have fallen to the ground long ago.
Without the cover of long wood, the Songshan Army was like a woman who had her clothes stripped off and allowed to be slaughtered by the Tatar cavalry.
The Tatar cavalry used the swords in their hands to roar and attack the Songshan army. Some who did not want to take the trouble directly used the strong momentum of their horses to knock away one Ming army after another who tried to resist.
Cheers emanated from the mouths of the Tatar cavalry, as if seeing gold, silver and jewels, and the eyes of the Ming soldiers were full of fire.
The remnants of the Songshan Army without any cover faced the Tatar cavalry coming from all directions. They instinctively and subconsciously retreated, but with the Tatar cavalry in front of and behind them, they had no way to retreat.
The Songshan Army, which only had long swords, had almost no ability to fight back against these superior Tatar cavalry.[
They had exhausted all their efforts, although they regretted their death.
The battle is still going on, the last resistance, the resistance unwilling to be slaughtered.
What the fallen soldiers thought about were their parents, wives, children, and relatives far away in the south.
"Dad, mother! The child is going to die, and I will never see you again! Dad, mother!"
"Madam, you have been loyal to your husband and the country. One day, take our children to the Daling River to pick up my bones."
There is no nation, no great righteousness, no great thoughts of the country, only deep family affection. After a person dies, the last memory is of the person he misses the most.
…………
In the chaos, Shi Dayong touched a broken long log and immediately raised it in his hand to block a Tatar cavalry charging towards him. Ma Zhong, who was half dead, also slashed out the sword in his hand.
"Ah!" With a scream, the Tatar cavalry fell to the ground, and his left leg had been cut in half.
Before he could take a breath, several more cavalrymen rushed towards Shi Dayong. Those Tatar cavalrymen had already seen that he was the commander of the Ming army.
In desperation, Guo Yi rushed forward to block Shi Dayong's knife, but before anyone could do anything, he was hit hard on the back, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and fell forward like a kite with its string cut off.
Ma Zhong also tried his best to move, but Shi Dayong could not avoid it. He closed his eyes and waited for death. Then he felt that his body was hit hard, and someone shouted: "Sir, be careful!"
Before he could recover, his face felt hot. When he looked up, he saw that the head of a soldier had fallen from his body.
"Huang San!"
Shi Dayong screamed miserably and couldn't stop crying.
Who says men don’t shed tears!
The Tatar cavalry who killed the soldier missed a single blow. Seeing Shi Dayong and others still standing there, they laughed wildly, raised their swords to urge their horses, and charged towards Shi Dayong again.
"Fuck your eight generations of ancestors!"
Shi Dayong burst into anger, turned his arms, and immediately swung the broken stick in his hand. The stick hit the head of the Tatar soldier's mount that was the first to charge forward.
A thunderous strike is extremely heavy.
"hiss!…"
The war horse roared loudly, its hooves gave way, and fell to the ground with a "plop". Before the Tatar cavalry could stand up, Shi Dayong rushed up to him like crazy and hit him hard on the head.
At the same time, the other three Tatar cavalry rushed towards Shi Dayong without any resistance.
The sound of hoofbeats was pounding in my ears like thunder, but Shi Dayong was exhausted. He was a human, not a god, and he did not have endless power.
He closed his eyes in pain and prepared to wait for the coolness on his neck.
However, the first thing that reached my ears was the sudden sound of ringing gold. The sound came from the northeast, clear and loud.
"His grandma, who dares to order the withdrawal of troops!"
Tu Lai, who was tasting the fruits of victory, was furious. What bastard dared to order the withdrawal of troops? His first thought was that old bastard Gulbus, but wherever he looked, Gulbus was also stunned.
, looking at himself blankly, his eyes full of doubts.
A sharp-eyed soldier shouted: "Sir Zhen, it's the Zhenglan flag, it's the Zhenglan flag!"
"Zhenglan flag?"
Following the gesture of the soldier, Tu Lai saw a group of cavalry appearing on the slope where he had been before. When he saw the flag of the cavalry group, Tu Lai couldn't help but gasped: Mang Gu