May 11th, noon, Jiangbian Road battlefield.
The sound of cannons and thunder fell silent again, and then the sound of drums and shouts became louder and louder.
The battlefield was still filled with thick smoke, blocking the sight of the Qing army in Xinzi Fort, but everyone knew that another round of infantry attack by the Ming army was about to begin. From early this morning to now, they have launched five consecutive attacks. Although they were repelled by the Qing army who defended the fortress and left behind hundreds or thousands of corpses, they have still organized the sixth wave of attacks. , the warrior at the front had already rushed out of the smoke, his white blade and helmet reflecting the cold light, flickering.
Ling Zongjun, the commander-in-chief of the Third Town of the Ming Dynasty's New Army Army Division, was now following an iron shield vehicle to the front line. As long as Xinzi Fort is captured, his third town can ascend to the Xiangshan Highlands where the "Da Ming Supervisor" flag is located, and at the same time, he can completely annihilate the new army of 3,400 and 4,800 banners under Zhao Liangdong.
Zhao Liangdong is worthy of being a long-established general, and the Eight Banners New Army under his command was also attacked in the belly and had no way to retreat. It unleashed all its fighting spirit.
Although they were attacked from two sides by the Ming army, they still struggled to resist in Xinzi Fort. All the soldiers who could move had been filled in. All the explosive shells that could be fired were fired with those Weiyuan General cannons. They were stunned to repulse waves of fierce attacks commanded by the powerful general Ling Zongjun of the Ming Dynasty's new army. Because the firepower of the Ming army was so strong, the land around Xinzibao had been burned black, and too many Qing soldiers died in the battle. Inside and outside the chest on the west side of Xinzi Fort, there are layers upon layers of dead people!
If one were to count carefully, from the early morning till now, the number of Qing soldiers killed or injured was twice as many as that of the opponent.
If we take into account the magical effect of allicin...the final death toll of the Qing army was very likely to be ten times more than that of their opponents!
But as long as Zhu Heji can be killed, it will all be worth it!
Zhuo Butai from Jiangbei also risked his life to rescue the trapped Zhao Liangdong. He forced his Eight Banners New Army soldiers to board wooden boats and brave the artillery fire blocked by the Ming army to support the Qing army in Xinzi Fort at all costs.
One after another, the new Eight Banners troops were transported from Jiangbei and thrown into the bloody battlefield. After a while, they were reduced to remnants.
What they gained from their huge casualties was only the temporary safety of Xinzi Fort.
Seeing that the Ming army pushing iron shield carts was about to rush to the west parapet of Xinzi Fort, Zhao Liangdong, who had no artillery to destroy these shield carts, had no choice but to order the reinforcements that had just arrived and the soldiers under his command who could still fight to all join in. Counterattack!
But we must not let those iron shield vehicles rush to the position within thirty steps of Xinzi Fort from the west wall... Otherwise, those deadly flying thunders will blow up all the remaining soldiers under Zhao Liangdong!
In previous battles, Zhao Liangdong suffered this loss! He himself was scratched by flying thunder shrapnel, blood flowed all over the floor, and he almost died!
But it's not much better now. He can't wear his armor or jersey anymore. His upper body is naked, leaving only a bandage stained red with blood to cover his body... Although no shrapnel has penetrated into his body, The wound was so deep that the medical officer had to burn it with gunpowder and then sew it up.
But now there is still blood oozing out!
But even so, Zhao Liangdong refused to recuperate in the future. Instead, he had a thin-skinned coffin nailed to him with a shield. Now he is sitting on the board of his coffin to supervise the battle.
Although Zhao Liangdong, who had lost too much blood and still had a slight fever, no longer had the energy to fight, he still shouted with a hoarse voice: "The Qing Dynasty has risen and fallen. In this battle, the soldiers of the Eight Banners will retire with the country and fight to the death... ....”
With this love for the Qing Dynasty and the determination to risk his life to protect the Qing Dynasty, even the old Manchurian in the army would provoke Brother Thumb to praise: "What a slave!"
The dying words shouted by this good slave are of course very reasonable!
What escape route can the Eight Banners disciples have at this time?
Now is not 1911, when we had to be "reasonable"... now is the thirteenth year of Kangxi, when we were not reasonable at all!
If the Qing Dynasty falls, they, the children of the Eight Banners, will have no way out!
And everyone can see the hope of victory now... The "Daming Supervisor" flag is standing on Fragrant Mountain.
This third grandson of the Ming Dynasty Supervisor was really adventurous. His army penetrated deep without even realizing it. He only had to wait for reinforcements from the Qing Dynasty to come up and kill this scourge!
But... Zhao Liangdong suddenly thought at this time: "Wang Fuchen, Wang Fuchen... you can't go astray this time!" Gu
As soon as he thought of this, he remembered the continuous roar from the front line... This was the infantry of both sides firing at each other and throwing grenades at each other!
Zhao Liangdong took his mind away from Wang Fuchen and shouted loudly: "The Qing Dynasty will rise and fall, let's fight here..."
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"its not right!"
Zhuge Sanhe, who was supervising the battle at the Gengzi Fort of the Ming Army, saw that the tiger general Ling Zongjun had been beaten back again, and felt that something was wrong. He quickly counted on his fingers... Oh, count on his fingers!
"Abba, what's wrong? Tiger Ling fought very well!" Zhuge Zhengyang said with a smile, "Qingyao's casualties are much greater than those in the third town. From morning to now, there have been at least two thousand casualties. If reinforcements hadn't been coming from Jiangbei, Xinzi Fort would have been captured long ago. But can Jiangbei continue to fill Xinzi Fort with lives like this? If the attack continues like this, will Zhuo Butai still defend Anqing?"
"So I'm wrong..." Zhuge Sanhe glared at his son, "What is Zhuo Butai trying to do?"
When Zhuge Zhengyang heard this, his expression changed a little, "Abba, do you mean that the third great grandson is in danger? Why don't you send someone to notify the third great grandson and ask him to withdraw from Xiangkou Town."
"Withdraw?" Zhuge Sanhe shook his head, "It's more dangerous! Now that the third grandson has captured Xiangkou Town, no matter what happens, he can retreat and defend! Zhao Liangdong has been operating in Xiangkou Town for some days, and there is always a chance that the third grandson will retreat if he retreats. It would be really dangerous if we were ambushed along the way if we were to evacuate rashly now.
And the third grandson may not be willing to withdraw... Qing Yao is plotting his life, and he is also plotting Qing Yao's foundation! "
Zhuge Zhengyang understood it as soon as he heard it, "Abba, that boy led the troops to go around from the south of Taiboze."
"Let Zhao Hongkui join you!" Zhuge Sanhe said, "You set off first, and then let Zhao Hongkui's first town follow you. This way, if there is an ambush, there will be a response."
"Okay, let's go right away, kid!"
Zhuge Sanhe nodded: "Remember, be careful...all units must maintain their battalions and columns during the march and be ready to engage in battle at any time!"
"My child understands!"
...
On the official road from Jiande to Xiangkou Town, a large group of cavalry was galloping. The knights on the horses were all covered in sweat and their faces were covered with dust. Wang Fuchen, the horse kite, was in the middle of the team. His face was as dark as water and he showed no expression at all. He just gritted his teeth and hurried on, whipping the walking horse under his crotch.
After Wang Fuchen made up his mind to fight to the death with Zhu Heji this morning, he went all out to fight. So he handed over all the infantry of the Zhengbai Banner New Army to Feiyanggu, and led the cavalry to march quickly!
The total distance from Jiande to Xiangkou Town is fifty or sixty miles. If the infantry were to march with artillery, it would take more than half a day to walk faster. When you get to the place, you have to make arrangements, and maybe you will have to fight at night.
Wang Fuchen is not sure that Zhao Liangdong can carry it until then!
So he led the three thousand elite cavalry of the Zhengbai Banner New Army first, and before he saw it, they had arrived at the crossroads south of Xiangkou Town.
At the intersection, Wang Fuchen's cavalry reined in their horses one after another, and Wang Fuchen himself also reined in his horse.
At this time, Ye Bushou, the forward of a team, led a horse carrying a "man in yellow" and came over looking for Wang Fuchen's flag.
One of Wang Fuchen's old subordinates at the time loudly reported from a distance: "Master Zhongtang, we found an injured slave wrapped in a yellow flag who crawled out from Xiangkou Town. He said he had an important military intelligence report!"
"What important military information?" Wang Fuchen asked as he jumped off the horse.
"It's important military information related to the third grandson in white robe!"
