Arrows rained down from all directions. Poor Dorgon's careful thinking, he was directly blasted into the bottomless abyss before the Dashun army's artillery plowed the ground.
He saw with his own eyes that the flag belonging to Li Laiheng fell down, and even witnessed through the telescope the scene where the silver-armored general was blocked by a heavy arrow, but then the fallen flag was picked up by the soldiers of Shun, and the general who died in the battle
It did not cause a collapse in morale. The generals in blue robes and black armor raised their arms and the army remounted and charged again.
Thousands of horses galloped across, trampled by war hooves, and cut with sharp knives but in chaos. The white-armored soldiers that the Manchus were proud of have become scarecrows under the sickle. No matter how brave they are, they can't resist the crushing trend of history.
Countless Batulu were blown to pieces by cannonballs, and more knights, vanguards, guards, and escorts were shot one by one by the cannons in the hands of the knights. The bullets penetrated their helmets and skulls, and hit them.
With a bang, blood exploded, brains overflowed in all directions, and all the red and white ones were mixed into a ball. The sound of wailing was everywhere, and Dorgon's last half of self-control finally completely collapsed.
He pointed at the re-erected banner of "Dazhu Kingdom, Marching President of All Roads, Supervisor of the Kingdom Jin Wang Li". He couldn't believe it, and cursed angrily:
"Li Laiheng is dead! Li Laiheng is dead! Li Laiheng is dead! Why is the intruder so indifferent? How come the intruder has no heart in his life?"
Tun Chika was a famous warrior in the Qing army. He led a group of Eight Banners white armor troops to try to move against the current and launch a final counterattack. However, the fierce artillery fire prevented the Manchu warriors from gathering together.
As soon as they got a little closer, meteors and fire showers followed immediately. The Dashun Army seemed to have concentrated most of the red cannons on the central battlefield - there were at least hundreds of red cannons, with twice as many red cannons.
The diameter and the weight of the shells are undoubtedly in the medium to heavy categories, and there are also some powerful and invincible general cannons captured from the Qing army.
Ever since Kong Youde rebelled against the Ming Dynasty and surrendered to the Qing Dynasty during the Wuqiao Rebellion, the Manchus had not experienced a battle with inferior firepower for a long time. It was rare for Tun Qika to relive the powerlessness of the Qing army in front of the Ming army's fortified city and artillery during the Tianming period.
The famous white-armored warrior who killed Han soldiers by the hundreds fell to death in the crater without saying a word.
There were at least dozens of craters in the center of the battlefield, filled with corpses and blood of Qing soldiers. Broken internal organs flowed out from the broken abdomen, filling the ground with a terrible stench.
Before Tunchika could let out a desperate cry, his eyes and ears suddenly lost consciousness and fell into a blinding light. Only when Tunchika reacted and regained consciousness did he see himself
His left leg, from the knee to the root of the thigh, was completely shattered by the Jun army's artillery shells.
"Ah...ah...my legs...ah-ah! My legs!"
Tunqika covered the wound at the base of his thigh with blood that was spurting out with one hand, and tried to pick up the remaining leg that fell to the ground like weightlessness with one hand. But his efforts were in vain, because more soldiers of the Shun Army rushed in immediately.
Over here, about two dozen Ting Army infantrymen formed an orderly line. Everyone raised their self-generated fire guns high and pointed their guns at Tun Qika.
The staff officer waved his sword and shouted: "Fire the gun!"
With a bang, white smoke rose up, and bullets swept across like raindrops. Before Tunqika could react, he was beaten into a honeycomb by the volley of guns from the Shun army. He died too quickly, and not only did he have no time to scream.
, there is no time to even feel the pain and fear before death.
This is really a too gentle ending for the Manchu butcher whose hands are stained with Han, Mongolian, Korean... civilians of all ethnic groups.
Zhang Pili led the three wall knights and continued to outflank Dorgon. They clamped the horse's belly tightly, and many of the cavalry used spurs on their feet to encourage the horses to accelerate and charge.
The cavalry lined up in a wall showed no pity for the corpses of the Manchurian white-armored soldiers in the craters. The soldiers flew over and let the horses from Hexi ravage wantonly. No one even looked at important Qing generals like Tun Qika.
At one glance, everyone focused their attention on Dorgon.
After the knights rushed over, they left dozens of craters with the corpses of the Eight Banners soldiers trampled to pulp and beyond recognition. A few Qing soldiers who were extremely lucky were still alive, and Wakda was among them.
Wakda is the son of Prince Li Daishan and one of the more prominent figures in the Aixinjueluo clan. He had just been shot to the ground by a volley from the Tingjun infantry. A palace guard used his own body to save him.
By shielding him, Wakda was lucky enough to save half of his life.
Then the heavy cavalry of the Shun Army trampled over quickly, and Wakda's calf bones were crushed by the three wall knights, but at least he was not directly trampled to death, which was considered very lucky.
He rummaged around in the corpse pit for a long time, and then by identifying the color of the armor, he found Tunqika, whose legs were shattered, his intestines and intestines were leaking out, and even half of his head was crushed by the horse's hoof.
Wakda cried bitterly: "How did our Qing Dynasty get to where we are today? How did our Qing Dynasty get to where we are today! Taizu Taizong, please open your eyes and take a look! How did our Qing Dynasty get to this situation today?"
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Except for the fact that Zhang Pizhen led more than 3,000 infantry and cavalry people to break through the last line of defense of the white armored soldiers, and divided his troops into two groups to outflank Dorgon's central army. The remaining main force of infantry was personally commanded by Guo Junzhen and divided into two groups.
They formed seven or eight larger infantry phalanxes, slowly advanced, and ruthlessly harvested the remaining Qing army remnants on the battlefield.
They adhered to the principle of eradicating the roots of the Qing army. They did not ask any questions to persuade the Qing army's wounded soldiers to surrender, but directly fired cannons, shots, and arrows to kill them, so as to prevent these brave warriors from jumping over the wall and causing the Dashun army to pay any unnecessary casualties.
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After being seriously injured like Wakda, there were quite a few Manchus who witnessed the annihilation of the Eight Banners White Armor Army. Their spirit and will had been depressed to the brink of collapse. Guo Junzhen rode on horseback and walked with small steps.
When he got close to the corpse pits, he rarely showed a look of pity, but then he gave a cold order:
"Set fire..."
Many Manchurian soldiers hid in the pile of corpses and had sharp swords in their chests. When the soldiers of the Shun army who were cleaning the battlefield approached, they unexpectedly jumped out and took advantage of the chaos, killing and wounding many old soldiers.
In order to completely solve this problem, Guo Junzhen directly ordered a large number of infantry soldiers to throw a large amount of gunpowder into the pit of corpses. Then the archers fired rockets, and some of the infantry also raised fire in their hands and threw the torches into the pit.
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The gunpowder quickly ignited, and the orange flames gave the battlefield covered in blood a new brilliance. The fire ignited the clothes on the corpses, and the gunpowder carried by many Qing soldiers, and the flames ignited.
It grew bigger and bigger until it burned down all the craters and depressions filled with corpses in the center of the battlefield.
Gu Junen, who was standing next to Guo Junzhen, covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves. He frowned and snorted:
"It stinks!"
After the body was burned by the fire, it soon emitted an indescribable stench. Guo Junzhen just smiled at this, and he immediately ordered the guards who were pro-military to surround the fire scene with flintlocks and bows and arrows.
The remaining soldiers of the Qing army who ran out were shot and killed one by one.
Half of Wakda's body had been ignited by the flames, and the severe pain caused him to jump out regardless of the shattered fractures of his calf bones. But the moment Wakda jumped out of the fire, the Dashun Army's ruthless volleys of gunfire followed immediately.
arrive.
His luck was not as good as that of Tun Chika. Several stray bullets only smashed Wakda's lower body and caused blood to flow out, but did not directly kill him. Wakda could only lie on the ground, whining in pain.
While feeling the most unbearable torture in the world.
A soldier from the Shun army saw from the color of Wakda's uniform that his identity was unusual, so he asked the superior for instructions:
"This man seems to be the general of the Donglu clan, General Zhu. Should we capture him?"
His superior general Zhu Youzhi looked at Wakda's lower body which was shot to pieces by random bullets, and sighed with regret:
"The late emperor said at the beginning that he would abolish the eunuch system forever, and the King of Jin also said that in the future, our Dashun Dynasty will have something new to replace eunuchs. It's a pity, it's a pity, don't capture this slave, he can just be sent to the palace
Act as a eunuch."
"Ah, then, general, do you want to keep him?"
Zhu Youzhi raised his eyebrows, spat and cursed: "Stay, stay, keep your eggs! The King of Jin has an order that ordinary Manchurians can survive by surrendering. Anyone with the word Aisin Gioro will be killed without mercy!"