To the east of Shenyang City, on the south bank of the Hun River.
The general's flag with the character "Qi" measuring seven feet tall stands in the formation.
The red flag with a white background is full of small holes, fluttering fiercely in the morning breeze of the Hun River.
Suddenly, a light arrow grazed the flagpole halfway and whistled past.
Arrow clusters passed over the broken armor and dead bodies on the ground, fell rapidly, and shot at the two Yuanyang Formation soldiers holding long cards.
"Bang!"
Long poker player Lin Yu felt the tiger's mouth was slightly numb and shouted loudly behind him:
"The Tatars are shooting arrows again. I have to hold back. There is only one long card player left!"
Behind Lin Yu, three or four disgraced Zhejiang soldiers were cursing. Two gunmen hurriedly hid behind Lin Yu. The gun soldiers were busy loading, and a light arrow whizzed and shot into the chainmail on his chest. Dare to hesitate and ran over quickly.
In their team's mandarin duck formation, the long-player player was killed by Zhenghongqi Bagaya, and captain Lin Yu took over this position.
Lin Yu was originally a spearman and was not used to using long cards, but he felt that he was better than the ones behind him.
The dense rain of arrows hit the long card, making a loud banging sound, like a Taoist priest beating a funeral drum for a dead person, which made everyone upset.
Lin Yu held the long card with a gloomy face, and the fire gun soldier behind him was still cursing.
"Damn it, if I still had gunpowder, I would let you shoot it! Dog Tatars!"
While cursing, he groped for a while on his jacket. After groping for a long time, his little eyes lit up and he seemed to have found gunpowder.
He put half a handful of fried noodles in his hand, but before he could retract his hand, Lu Palla snatched the fried noodles away with his hand and ate them hungrily.
"I can't even bear to eat it! You want to eat rice without your head!"
The fire gun soldier swung the three-eyed gun and was about to hit someone. The banging sound of hitting the long card suddenly stopped, and the moans of the comrades who were shot could be heard from all around.
"here we go again!"
A low conch trumpet sounded outside the car camp, and the eighth attack of the two red flags was about to begin again.
Lin Yu grabbed the gunman's hand and smiled at him:
"Wang San'er, I still have fried noodles for you to eat. Don't hit them later. Let the white-armored soldiers come closer. I can hit them if I can reach them with my spear!"
Wang San'er knew that the captain disliked his three-eyed gun for not being able to break armor, and became even more angry.
"I'm going to beat your mother. I've run out of gunpowder, so what can I use to beat you with?"
Lin Yu chuckled and curled his lips towards the row of firecracker corpses lying upside down outside Changpai.
"Go over there and touch it, there are more."
The gunman rolled his eyes, said nothing, and turned around to look for gunpowder.
The bamboo whistles of the flag captains came from outside the Changpai. The arrow rain just now killed dozens of Zhejiang soldiers. The Yuanyang battle formation that suffered losses needs to be reorganized. Several flag captains shouted loudly to the spearmen and palladium hands.
Lin Yu was about to go over, then looked back at the gray-faced brothers behind him, finally sighed and slowly pushed away the long card.
In the Zhejiang Army Chariot Camp formation, there was an endless flow of people and horses.
More than 300 mandarin duck formations began to change their formation, turning into a column of Xiaosancai formations.
The spearmen and gunmen came to the forefront, and the gunmen who had run out of gunpowder retreated one after another. They picked up the waist knives of their dead comrades from the ground and became candidates for the sword and shield bearers.
Everyone looked at the opening that had just been opened in front of the camp. The corpses of soldiers from both sides had been piled there, but they were probably easily knocked open by Baya.
The watchman on the observation pole said that the coatmen of the two red flags were cutting down trees on the north bank, probably to build more shield cars.
As long as there are enough shield vehicles, it will be difficult for them to defend this camp. The Fran cannon in the camp stopped firing two hours ago.
The bird cannons and three-eyed cannons also stopped firing one after another. When the shield truck came up, the gap would definitely be opened again.
At that time, the only thing the Zhejiang soldiers can use to resist is their flesh and blood.
Thousands of people looked at the thick wall of dead people at the same time, waiting for the Jin soldiers to knock it open again, waiting for the next killing.
Qi Jin looked up at the east gate of Shenyang worriedly. Five hundred steps away from the carriage camp, a white flag was flying on the tower.
Groups of Zhenyi soldiers walked back and forth on the city wall, throwing the Liao soldiers under Mao Wenlong off the city wall one by one.
Those injured Ming soldiers who were not dead were also thrown directly, and Qi Jin could hear the banging sound of the Liao soldiers falling to the ground.
Qi Jin thought in his heart that all the Zhejiang soldiers he sent to Wengcheng should have been killed in the battle. He hoped that was the case, otherwise these Paoze brothers would be thrown off the city wall by the Tatars again.
I don’t know if Mao Wenlong is dead.
Qi Jin turned his attention to the north again. Five miles away from the chariot camp, on the north bank of the Hun River, there were dead bodies everywhere. It was unclear whether they were white pole soldiers or Houjin soldiers.
Thinking that the shield array of white pole soldiers had not been conquered in one day, Qi Jin judged that there were more dead bodies on the ground than Hou Jin soldiers.
The white-pole soldiers he thought about every day finally failed to break through the two yellow flags.
Of course, the Zhejiang soldiers under his command failed to break through the siege of the two red flags.
The two powerful armies faced each other across the river, so close yet seemingly far away, witnessing each other's destruction.
yesterday evening
When Liu Zhaosun arrived, Qi Jinzheng led the Zhejiang soldiers to fight bloody battle with Zhenghong Banner.
The movement of the divine fire flying crows launched from the north bank was so loud that it alarmed both sides of the Hun River. Even the two red flags that were attacking the car camp looked up to the sky.
This chaos at least gave the Zhejiang Army's vehicle array, which was about to be breached, a breath of relief.
The cavalry on the north bank actually defeated the two yellow flags, and the black cavalry chased the armored soldiers of the two yellow flags towards the south bank.
Just when Qi Jin thought that reinforcements had finally arrived, the intruding cavalry was tightly surrounded by Hou Jin soldiers. Then, he saw the Kaiyuan cavalry battalion attacking the pontoon bridge.
This bloody battle made him, a veteran of the Zhejiang Army, terrified.
The fighting on the north bank was brutal, and the Zhejiang Army Car Camp was even more bloody.
This Zhejiang army originally numbered 7,000. After two days of fierce fighting, more than half of them were killed or wounded. Now the only ones who can still fight are less than 3,000.
Fortunately, the two red flags did not bring Fran machine guns and general cannons.
"Liu Zhaosun was also defeated."
"There are only Zhejiang soldiers."
He sighed, focused his eyes again, and stared at the gap in the car camp ahead.
A horse with a blue flag was rushing across the Hun River pontoon bridge, but was stopped by the yellow flag Ba Ya. The horse with a blue flag looked panicked, and its eyes were full of fear of death.
He gestured at Ba Ya La and was speechless for a long time.
"You dog slaves! I asked you to go back to Shenyang earlier. You only knew how to grab things. You just came back now. Liu Zhaosun has already fled! Has your master caught anyone? The Khan is still waiting to rip out his heart!"
The more Ba Yala talked, the angrier he became. He picked up his riding crop and was about to whip the slave. When he raised his head, he suddenly looked at a large red figure appearing on the ridge of the north bank.
Tong Yangxing, who was sitting on the south bank waiting for Liu Zhaosun to be captured, looked at the figures rushing south on the ridge and realized that the danger was approaching.
Behind the Jinzhong Army's tent on the south bank, Ge Shiha, who was holding the red flag, knelt on the ground.
"Great Khan, the red flags and the red flags have suffered heavy casualties. The Nanman soldiers ran out of gunpowder and used long spears, which are even more fierce than the white-pole soldiers. The two red flags have already killed 6,000 people, and they can't break the formation. There are still 3,000 Zhejiang soldiers. Man, on behalf of the good master, I sincerely request the Great Khan to send elite Bagara reinforcements."
Nurhachi said angrily:
"Go and tell Da Beile that I don't have any reinforcements for him here. He still has 10,000 troops. If he can't break through the Zhejiang Army Chariot Camp, he will die at the east gate of Shenyang!"
Zhenghongqi Geshiha looked at Nurhaci in horror, Tong Yangxing glared at him, and Geshiha quickly turned around and left.
Han Chen and Chief Geshiha who were standing around were a little flustered. Fan Wenchen looked at Tong Yangxing.
Tong Yangxing took a step forward and said to Hou Jinhan:
"Liu Zhaosun, this thief, is not dead yet, and he even came back with Kaiyuan soldiers to kill him."
At present, the remnants of the Zhejiang troops in the east gate have not been eliminated. If these two Ming armies are allowed to join together.
No one dared to think about it any more.
Today is the third day of the Battle of Shenyang, but the Hou Jin army has never truly occupied this city.
First, the white-pole soldiers resisted stubbornly on the north bank. They took turns besieging the Zhenghuang Banner, Xianghuang Banner, and Zhenglan Banner. The siege failed to capture the white-pole soldiers' shield formation for a day, and it also consumed the lives of a large number of warriors in the banner.
Mao Wenlong of Liao Town in the east gate caused Xiangbai Banner to lose more than a thousand armored soldiers, although Du Du finally captured the east gate. However, Mao Wenlong escaped with his troops.
At present, the Horqin people have all withdrawn without saying hello, and the Yehe people are also wavering. Niyaha and Delgrad of the Yehe tribe are not interested in fighting anymore.
In the blink of an eye, all Dajin's allies disappeared, and in the end only himself was left.
Xianglan Banner was defeated several times by Liu Zhaosun and was unable to fight anymore. Zhengbai Banner was coming from Kaiyuan and would arrive in Shenyang tomorrow at the earliest.
With the two yellow flags and the white flag and the blue flag, can they resist Liu Zhaosun?
"The Four Banners still have 50,000 troops, which is enough to crush the Ming army. They only have 6,000 men, and Liu Zhaosun, the monster,"
Nurhachi thought of the soul-suppressing bottle his master gave him, and said coldly:
"He can't escape from my soul bottle!"
"First kill all the poor people like Lin Danhan,"
Zhenglan Qi has killed them all.
"Okay, Liu Zhaosun came this time mostly infantry, spearmen like those from the east gate,"
"This time, let Bao Yi go up first and disrupt their formation, and then let the Zhenyi armor soldiers attack. Each banner will mobilize its own dead soldiers!
Nurhachi looked at the jumping crowd on the north bank of the Hun River and murmured in his heart:
"Liu Zhaosun, I will take your heart today!"
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