Along with the drizzle, hundreds of artillery pieces continuously sprayed solid bullets, shotgun shells, and explosive shells, all of which were mixed, causing some damage to the Eight Banners soldiers.
But for the Eight Banners who were wearing heavy armor, the ratio was too low and it only affected morale.
The real damage was done to the well-matched Chongbu Camp of the Ming Army.
"boom--"
The dull sound of impact and the sound of hand-to-hand fighting continued to sound on the battlefield.
A large amount of blood flowed, and along with the rain, the ground became extremely slippery. If someone was not careful, someone would fall down and never get up again.
The infantry at the back, brandishing axes and giant swords, kept stepping forward with ferocious eyes and infinite strength.
An Eight Banners warrior kicked down a Ming soldier wearing an ox horn. He was looking for a gap in his armor to end his life. In the blink of an eye, he was picked up by another ox horn and fell to the ground.
The thick armor gave the soldiers great protection, and they suffered very few battle losses. Most of them were injured and lay down, unable to get up.
Similarly, there are also many people who died of exhaustion or passed out in a coma.
However, no matter how distressed Zhu Yixi was, considering the impact on the entire battlefield, he would grit his teeth and persevere.
But for Dorobele Lekedhun and Gushan Erzhen Yechen, every casualty of the Eight Banners was an unacceptable loss to them.
"The loss is too high."
Under the umbrella, Luck Dehun gritted his teeth and looked at the heavy casualties of the former army, as if his heart was bleeding.
Ye Chen's face was full of disbelief: "How is it possible? How could the Ming army persist for so long?"
In the past battlefields, as long as the Eight Banners infantry fought hand-to-hand, the Ming army, which was afraid of getting close, would collapse at the first touch.
But now, the fight is evenly matched.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
Ye Chen growled: "When did the Han people become so powerful?"
"This is definitely not Han -"
"Calm down, Ye Chen!" Luck Dehun's eyes seemed to be spitting fire. He stared at the battlefield closely and said in a deep voice:
"What the hell is Wu Sangui doing? Why are his cavalry still wandering around?"
"Master Baylor, we can't continue fighting like this, the Eight Banners disciples can't afford it!"
Ye Chen's face turned pale and he was so angry that he gritted his teeth and begged.
"Hmph!" Luckard ordered hurriedly: "You keep an eye here while I go see what Wu Sangui is up to."
Immediately, he walked up to Wu Sangui, looking like he was going to attack him.
When he saw Wu Sangui's cold expression, he immediately softened: "Prince Pingxi, Guan Ning's army has been wandering around for a long time. Did he just sit back and watch the Eight Banners lose all their casualties before going up?"
"Master Belle, the time has not come yet."
Wu Sangui turned his head and said in a deep voice.
"Timing? What are you waiting for?"
Luckard was so angry that he was trembling all over and couldn't bear it any longer: "If you delay for a while longer, the Eight Banners will be gone. Even if the battle is won by then, the regent will not be able to spare you."
When Wu Sangui heard this, the veins on the back of his hands were exposed and his face was ashen.
Although these words were unpleasant to hear, he had to admit that they were the truth.
If Ten Thousand Eight Banners were exchanged for the city of Nanjing, the regent might still hesitate, but without Anqing and Caishiji, Dorgon would definitely choose the Eight Banners.
Similarly, is it worth sacrificing a large number of Guanning cavalry for a city that is destined to be lost?
"Give the order and prepare Guan Ning's army to launch."
Wu Sangui looked moved and ordered through gritted teeth.
Luck Dehun on the side nodded with satisfaction and left immediately.
After he left, Wu Sangui sneered and told the messenger on the side: "Let Yao Wenchang and Zheng Longfang lead the army forward to support the front army."
"But, Prince, the enemy's artillery is still covering them. Those guys who are worse than rogue bandits may collapse directly and affect their morale..."
The deputy general on the side frowned.
"Otherwise? Let our Guan Ning army pave the way for the Eight Banners?"
Wu Sangui said coldly: "In addition to artillery, King Yu's musketry army is also very powerful. They haven't shown it yet. I'm afraid they are waiting for us to come!"
The Qing Dynasty attached great importance to intelligence, second only to King Yu, so Wu Sangui naturally learned about this matter. The battle in Henan was a painful experience for the Qing Dynasty.
When the military order came, Zheng Longfang and Yao Wenchang stomped their feet in anger: "His grandma is asking us to die!"
The former army was under heavy artillery fire and fighting hand to hand, which made them feel terrified when they looked at the city from a distance. They wanted to turn around and run away. How could they dare to step forward?
“It’s impossible not to go!”
Zheng Longfang had no choice but to fight. They were a swordsman and I was a fish. They were afraid of King Yu, but in their hearts they were even more afraid of the Qing army, so they had no choice but to bite the bullet.
For a time, the 20,000 infantrymen slowly moved forward, shrinking back and forth, but in the end they put tremendous pressure on the Ming army.
Zhu Yixi frowned: "Is it all-in? Or is it just a way to attract others?"
Liu Zeqing's troops are nothing to worry about, but no matter how rubbish the army is, it can still cause harm.
"The red-clothed artillery presses up, isolate them for me."
With a wave of his hand, the messenger left.
The 30,000 Guan Ning Army is like a poisonous snake waiting for opportunities, constantly giving up small things to tempt.
To eat or not to eat?
This is a multiple choice question.
If ignored, the pressure on the former army will be great.
"Damn it, I made a bet!"
Zhu Yixi clenched her fists, opened her eyes wide, and commanded in a deep voice: "Let the cavalry battalion leave the camp, lead the rear army, and overwhelm the Eight Banners."
"yes!"
Soon, Li Jingwu learned of the military order, waved his horsewhip, and said cheerfully: "My sons, the time has come to make contributions—"
In an instant, a gap opened in the military formation, and groups of cavalry spurted out, forming an arc and heading straight towards the rear.
"Good opportunity!" Wu Sangui was overjoyed when he saw it.
And Guan Ningjun did not live up to his expectations. He immediately dispatched, found the exit, blocked it, and surrounded the last few hundred cavalry.
Then, like eels, they stared at the gap that had not yet been closed, eager to step in.
Unfortunately, they were greeted by a large number of muskets.
"Bang bang bang——"
The man with a slightly dull voice raised his gun and took the lead in showing off his power, staring intently at the war horse.
Even if it is covered with armor, within a hundred steps, the power of the gun is invincible.
Wounds as big as bowls appeared constantly on the horses' bodies, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.
A large number of cavalry were left behind, and the cavalry behind them were knocked down, almost forming a chain reaction.
Immediately, the crackling sound of gunfire continued, and within a hundred steps in front of the military formation, there was almost an open space, only a piece of flesh and blood.
"Damn it!"
In the blink of an eye, more than a thousand cavalry were left behind. The remaining Guan Ning cavalry immediately recognized the situation, turned their horses and continued wandering.
Wu Sangui also realized this, and stared closely, hearing such close and loud gunfire, which was far more powerful than the Ming army's shotguns.
He yelled in his heart that it was not good.
At some point, the dark clouds dispersed and the sun gradually showed its face.
Taking advantage of this time, the cavalry battalion attacked from the right wing and defeated the phalanx of Zheng and Yao's armies in an instant.