Poor water by the village of Juegu, the blood turns into ice and the spring never returns.
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"
The drums from the two armies merged together, causing chaos on the entire battlefield.
The dead soldiers of the Qing army who rushed into the battle were wearing heavy armor and were difficult to penetrate with swords.
However, Xuanda's spearmen in the front line were also wearing heavy armor. They wore iron armor underneath and a thick layer of cotton on their coats, making them invulnerable to knives and arrows.
The Qing army's formation was completely entangled with the Xuan army's formation.
All kinds of weapons were waved in front of the formation. Amidst the loud shouts of killing, the soldiers on both sides were desperately waving their spears and swords in their hands, stabbing forward continuously, trying their best to kill themselves. former enemy.
The densely packed spears flashed with the cold light of metal, and they were swallowing and swallowing, quickly harvesting human lives.
When the battle reached this point, the soldiers on both sides had completely gone crazy.
The Qing army had the upper hand and was determined to win.
They didn't dare to retreat because behind them were the war supervisors holding sharp swords. If they retreated, they would die.
The Ming army was at a disadvantage, but they were prepared to die.
They cannot retreat because they have no retreat, they are surrounded and isolated.
They didn't want to retreat. What they saw along the way was devastation, mourning victims everywhere, and countless compatriots who died in silence.
The court cannot deal with them, and the country cannot deal with them, but the governors can deal with them, and the people can deal with them.
The food they eat is saved for them by the people in the three prefectures who endured hunger. How can they withdraw it? !
The two armies fought fiercely and became entangled, falling into a cruel tug-of-war.
Time is like a fleeting moment, passing quickly in the fighting on the battlefield.
Fighting with cold weapons will drastically consume people's physical strength. The front lines of the battle between the Ming and Qing armies were all soldiers wearing heavy armor. It was even more difficult for each other to pierce each other's armor, and the consumption of physical strength was therefore even greater. For huge.
"Kill the slaves! Kill the slaves!"
The shouts of killing slaves kept coming from the Ming army formation.
At first, only a few people were shouting, but soon more and more people joined in the shouting sequence.
The shouts of killing slaves became louder and more intense, one wave after another, one wave higher than the next, and finally reached the sky above the sky, almost as if it could break through the clouds and rocks!
"Kill the slave!!"
The crowds in the surrounding areas were like a sea, and the Qing soldiers in the front line kept falling down, but more Qing soldiers with distorted expressions were still swarming in.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!"
The sound of arrows piercing the air continued, and the light-armored archers in the Qing army's formation kept bending their bows and setting arrows to support their own armored soldiers who were fighting fiercely in the front formation.
The archers behind the Ming army's formation were also not to be outdone, and they continued to fight back with their bows and arrows.
From the uncollapsed watchtowers and inner camp walls at the rear, bursts of smoke rose with deafening explosions, and the Lumi gunmen in the Ming army also opened fire.
The Rumi gun was extremely powerful. The three-cent lead bullet flew sixty or seventy steps in an instant, tearing apart the armor of the Qing soldiers with ease.
Then it continued to deform and disintegrate in their bodies, and tumbled randomly in the liver and intestines, making the inside a mess.
Under the effect of the cavity effect, the blood of the wounded spurted out of the body along the holes created by the rolling lead bullets. Blood arrows of various forms continued to appear in the Qing army's formation.
In front of the two armies, red waves kept rising in the turbulent tide, and slanderous screams could be heard endlessly.
Qing troops swarmed in from three fronts, and more and more places began to be opened.
Gaps continued to appear on all sides of the camp, but soon someone would plug those gaps.
Yang Guozhu, who was guarding the northern right wing, could still hold on, but Hu Dawei's army, which was guarding the south camp's left wing, was retreating steadily.
This is not because Hu Dawei lacks ability, but because the main force and elite of the Qing army are almost concentrated in the direction of the south camp.
Hu Dawei's banner has always been standing in the direction of the front line. He led his bodyguards to rush left and right, constantly rushing to support all parts of the front.
"Kill the slave!!"
The thundering roar of the Chinese army's front line echoed in Lu Xiangsheng's chest.
Lu Xiangsheng raised his head, and his eyes crossed the front line of the Chinese army and the front line of the Qing army, and finally landed on the silver-white banner in the rear line of the Qing army.
Lu Xiangsheng's heart became clear, and he knew that was where the coach Jiannu was.
The war situation has reached this point, the time has come, the army has run out of ammunition and food, the soldiers are starving, and they are already exhausted from running back and forth.
The Qing army, on the other hand, was recharging its strength to wait for a long time to work, and it also had a numerical advantage.
Since the time of Saarhu, in every field battle the slaves had been defeated by the smaller number, and in this battle the Qing army had an advantage in numbers.
Lu Xiangsheng knew very well that the chance of victory was extremely slim.
Gao Qi fled to Linqing, unable to rely on him.
But Sun Chuanting was far away from Zhending, out of reach.
He faced 40,000 Qing troops with 9,000 lone troops.
The Qing army was surrounded by several heavy divisions and surrounded by three soldiers, swarming like a tide. Sitting in the isolated camp was like sitting and waiting to die.
On the road to death, there is only a glimmer of hope!
He took the Qing army's middle camp directly and forced the Qing army commander to retreat.
If the success is successful, you can break through the surface, advance with great force, and defeat the siege on three sides.
If something fails, I have tried my best and feel no regrets.
"Blow the trumpet and gather the troops."
Lu Xiangsheng raised the sword in his hand and gave orders calmly.
He took the horse rein from the guard and stepped on the stirrup lightly before he was on the war horse.
"Woo——————"
The trumpet sounded in response to the order, and it spread throughout Jiazhuang in an instant.
All the personal guards also mounted their horses one after another, each holding a sword and a bow and a sword.
In Jiazhuang Village, the remaining soldiers heard the call and responded one after another, forming formations to take orders.
The battle in the front line has entered a fever pitch, and both sides are already firing with real fire. A large number of soldiers are dying every minute and every second.
Lu Xiangsheng held the horse's rein in one hand and held a sword in the other. He was wearing bright bright armor, a bright iron helmet with a red tassel on his head, and crimson civil official uniform underneath, and he was riding astride the war horse.
The various flags in the Qing army's formation in the distance kept flying in the wind and rain, flowing like a torrent.
Facing the Qing army that almost covered the entire field of vision, Lu Xiangsheng didn't have any fear in his heart.
Horses understand human nature. The war horse under Lu Xiangsheng's seat that had followed him for many years just shook its head slightly, lowered its head, and snorted lightly. It was already ready to charge into the battle.
Lu Xiangsheng gently patted the neck of his horse, and he had already made up his mind.
The low and desolate sound of horns kept ringing under the observation tower, and the messy sound of horse hooves kept ringing behind Lu Xiangsheng. More and more armored cavalry gathered beside Lu Xiangsheng, and one after another red flags were raised behind Lu Xiangsheng. Keep standing up.
come on!
Lu Xiangsheng dropped the Shun Dao he had been holding and took the Yan Ling Dao from the guard at his side.
"drive!"
Lu Xiangsheng gave a soft drink and gently kicked the horse's belly with his legs. The horse under him suddenly hissed, then started to move forward with four hooves.
"Drive!" "Drive!"
A group of armored knights behind him also shouted and drove their horses forward.
More shouts came from behind, and a group of armored cavalry followed up in a row.
The rumble of horse hooves suddenly sounded on the battlefield.
The earth made a dull sound under the trampling of horse hooves.
Lu Xiangsheng jumped forward on his horse. He held the Yan Ling Dao tightly in his hand, pushed forward with all his strength, and issued the last military order before charging in an angry voice.
"Kill together!!!"
The armored cavalry behind them all raised their swords high and responded to their governor with the loudest voices in their lives.
"kill!!!"
The crimson flags were constantly beating in the air, making hunting noises. All the Ming army armored cavalry were looking forward to death. They followed Lu Xiangsheng and swept towards the Qing army like a tide.
The armor was clanking, the wind and snow were eroding their bones, and the armored cavalry of more than 500 Ming soldiers surged forward like a rolling stream of iron.
Lu Xiangsheng's movements were caught by Dorgon, and also by Duduo, who was commanding the front formation. However, at this time, the formations were in chaos. They saw everything but could not stop it immediately.
One could only watch helplessly as Lu Xiangsheng led the armored cavalry through the gap between the formations and entered the formation diagonally.
"Woo————"
Amidst the rumble of horse hooves, the deep sound of horns soared into the sky!
The spears and spears originally carried on the shoulders of the Ming army's cavalry formation were flattened, and the sharp spears were pointed directly at the frightened soldiers in the front line of the Qing army.
Thousands of horseshoes with mud and blood flying everywhere, and spears and spears arranged together like a moving steel forest.
The soldiers of the Qing army are indeed vicious, but no matter how vicious they are, they are still human beings.
People will be afraid and scared.
Facing the sharp lance in the hands of the knight on horseback, seeing the scene of thousands of horses galloping, and looking directly at the tall war horses approaching, how could I not be afraid or frightened.
The toughness of the Ming army in front of them far exceeded any Ming army they had encountered before. Their pride and self-confidence had already been exhausted in several hours of fierce fighting.
The Qing army on the right flank was faced with the charge of armored cavalry led by Lu Xiangsheng. In an instant, the morale of the army was completely shattered. Even the supervising and guarding troops behind them could not stop their defeat.
Lu Xiangsheng drove his horse and pursued the victory. His eyes were fixed on the silver-white banner at the front. As long as he could make the banner retreat, he could cause the Qing army's formation to shake and gain a chance to breathe. , dampening the spirit of the Qing army.
As long as we can force the big banner to retreat...
As long as we can force the big banner to retreat!
…
only……
The large formation of the Qing army was difficult to shake at all, and the silver-white banner not far away showed no sign of moving at all.
Dorgon's eyes were cold and he stared expressionlessly at the red banner not far away.
Lu Xiangsheng had many cavalry under his command. Naturally, he would not leave this flaw without taking precautions. He had already made arrangements for this.
Lu Xiangsheng led the armored cavalry and crushed the Qing army's battle formations one after another, but was soon overwhelmed by the Qing army that came like a tide.
In the chaos, the armored knights following Lu Xiangsheng fell off their horses and were submerged in the crowd.
In the middle of the Qing army, flags were flying, Dorgon kept giving orders, and the huge military formation under his command was like an arm and a finger, defusing all the wave after wave of offensives organized by Lu Xiangsheng.
As the sun sets to the west, the blood-red sunset gradually fades, but the blood color outside Jiazhuang Village shows no sign of fading.
"call--"
Lu Xiangsheng exhaled a breath of turbid air. His eyes were blood red, and the wind and snow confused his eyes.
The area where he felt blood rushing before the charge was now numb.
His limbs and face were stiff, and they were already bruised by the cold wind.
There was no trace of joy on Lu Xiangsheng's face.
Lu Xiangsheng rode on his horse and looked around the entire battlefield.
The 500 armored cavalry who originally followed him into the battle were now less than half, and almost everyone was injured.
The entire battlefield was also in chaos. The mournful howls of the dying, the roars between the two combatants, and the symphony of golden drums and horns all echoed in Lu Xiangsheng's ears, disturbing his mind.
The southern camp had collapsed. The Qing army broke through the southern camp and rushed straight towards them.
The army has collapsed, as if the sky is collapsing...
There was a hellish scene all around, and the military formation collapsed. Even the soldiers were still willing to fight to the death, but there was no way to stop the collapse.
The elite armored cavalrymen in the Qing army had already entered the formation along the gap.
"Superintendent."
Lu Xiangsheng looked around and saw Hu Dawei covered in blood.
Hu Dawei was covered in blood at this time, and his armor had already been soaked. There were several feather arrows on the armor and there were scars all over it.
Hu Dawei was not to blame for the collapse of the South Camp. Hu Dawei had only more than 3,000 men under his command. To be able to hold on for such a long time with several times more enemy troops was already his best effort.
"Although Jiannu has broken the formation, he has not yet encircled him. He can still escape now. I humbly serve as the supervisor. After fighting to the death, please leave first!"
Hu Dawei took hold of Lu Xiangsheng's horse rein and begged again.
"The general will die without giving up."
Lu Xiangsheng slowly shook his head. He was defeated and retreated. As a general, how could he have the dignity to live in this world.
"Let's go. What Jiannu wants is my head, Lu Xiangsheng. Taking advantage of this opportunity, you may still break out."
Lu Xiangsheng pulled back the reins of the horse, turned his head away from Hu Dawei, and turned to look forward.
Jiazhuang was like a huge meat grinder. People kept filling in, and people kept entering, but they soon disappeared without a trace, and they were all turned into inert minced meat and blood.
In front of the two armies, the dead were piled up to their knees. There were so many corpses on the ground that they almost covered the entire battle line.
Hot blood pooled on the ground, and bursts of heat rose from between the two formations.
Lu Xiangsheng's eyes were blood red and his heart was like a knife.
Those are his soldiers, those are his soldiers, those are his soldiers! !
He, Lu Xiangsheng, is so virtuous and capable that he can have a group of soldiers like this.
Lu Xiangsheng gritted his teeth and clutched the Yanling knife in his hand, his whole body trembling.
Two lines of bloody tears dripped down his cheeks onto the bloody ground.
After all, there is nothing I can do to save myself...
As of now, although I have regrets, I feel no regrets.
Hu Dawei gritted his teeth, his expression changed several times, and finally he pulled the reins and turned the horse's head. He took the remaining dozens of servants under his command and prepared to follow Lu Xiangsheng forward.
Lu Xiangsheng raised the Yanling Saber in his hand and was about to give the final military order, but the sudden roar behind his ears interrupted the order he was about to give.
"Buzz————"
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"
The thick drum beats hit Lu Xiangsheng's chest like a heavy hammer one after another.
Lu Xiangsheng's heart suddenly tightened because the sound of the drum was so familiar to him.
Lu Xiangsheng turned his head to look in the direction where the drum sound came from, and then froze on the spot.
On the northern horizon, a dazzling red tide undulated like a wave, and one red flag after another appeared in front of his eyes.
A rumbling sound swept across from the distance, and in the field of vision, large groups of Ming army cavalry were galloping in from the distance.
The military music was so loud amidst the deafening sound of war drums that it was still very clear even though it was miles away.
"When we unite as one, the mountains... can be shaken!!"
I'm half an hour late. I'll write the second chapter immediately after I wake up.
(End of chapter)
