At the same time, the Tartar battalion.

Nurhachi, who had been paying close attention to the changes in the battle situation, was in an extremely complicated mood at this time.

He originally wanted to take advantage of the defeat of the Ming army in Shenyang to achieve his chance to quickly capture Liaoyang. But now it seems that it is a bit rushed.

He saw that the elite cavalry he had sent out, under the attack of the enemy, was so attacked by the enemy, as if it was about to be destroyed. On the one hand, he sighed in his heart that the enemy still had some strength, but on the other hand, he was also calculating how much his chances of victory were.

"Father Khan, this must be a ghost of the Dangerous Mountain Army!" Huang Taiji hated the word 'dangerous mountain', or rather, his subordinates of 'Ye Fu'. Several times, it was because of Ye Fu's disturbance that they could easily win the battle, but they all became disgraced.

He had carefully studied the Dangerous Mountain Army, so he knew that this team, which was extremely good at camouflage and had sophisticated weapons at the same time, must be a subordinate team of the Dangerous Mountain Army!

Nurhachi pondered for a moment, shook his head, and said, "Even if they are subordinate troops of the Dangerous Mountain Army, it is not surprising. The dangerous mountain is relatively close to this place, and it is expected that they will come to our aid, and there is nothing surprising. And you don't have to take that little ginseng too seriously! He was a military attaché, and according to the opinion of the Ming Dynasty, he did not belong to the ranks of being valued. If you want to get rid of him, you only need to use a little discord meter, and it will be enough to achieve the goal. The Han people have a word called 'self-destructing the Great Wall', which refers to the Son of Heaven in the Ming Dynasty. However, then again, this man still has two brushes in battle, and if he can be moved and used by us, it must be another big help! ”

The current situation does not tolerate Nurhachi's emotion for too long.

After a brief assessment of his opponent, Nurhachi reverted to what he should have been as a commander-in-chief.

He commanded: "Now, the elite of the Han army is exhausted!" Field warfare has always been a sharp weapon for our Houjin, and we are not afraid that they will be stronger, and we are bound to be stronger than them. This time it was able to lure the enemy into depth, and the vanguard force was already a great achievement. Now, it's time for us to work together to conquer the fortified city! Ladies and gentlemen, as long as Liaoyang City is captured, Ben Khan will never treat you badly! ”

Nurhachi has always been well-behaved, not only the warriors of his own clan are very convinced of him, but even the Han army who surrendered, most of them are very obedient to his orders. This time, I listened to his instructions and immediately asked for battle.

Nurhachi quickly arranged the order of the attack, and as soon as the order was given, the elite of the Eight Banners surrounded the Ming army that appeared on the battlefield with a devastating momentum.

In terms of numbers, Tartar soldiers have never had an advantage, but in terms of combat effectiveness, a Ming soldier may not be able to beat half a Tartar soldier.

Therefore, although the number of Tartars is insufficient, it is still easy to form an encirclement of the enemy with the advantage of cavalry horses.

Zheng Shuangxi killed people on Xing's head, but suddenly, it was like a thunderbolt, and the sound of countless iron hooves stepping on the earth came to his ears.

He looked up and couldn't help but widen his eyes.

The enemy is really swarming!

The cavalry swept from three sides, wielding bows and arrows or sabers in their hands, and each arrow shot was a life that fell. Every time you cut it, it is also a living life, and it dies.

Tartar, it's really coming up!

At this moment, even Zheng Shuangxi regretted that he didn't listen to Wu Buwei's words.

But it's already far too late.

He and his men were surrounded by the Tartar cavalry.

At the same time, there were also the generals who led the army out of the city and the last elite of Liaoyang.

Zheng Shuangxi's eyes were blood-red, and he didn't want to believe that the defeat in front of him was decided.

Wielding his saber, he commanded his men to move forward bravely, and he himself pounced on his own soldiers along the path of the soldiers' attacks.

"Kill! Kill! ”

The gates of the city were closed, and the soldiers, who had no way out, had no other choice.

There was no other way to think of than to repel the invading enemy.

The sound of artillery shook the entire battlefield, and Zheng Shuangxi fell to the ground, coughing up a mouth full of blood foam.

He is not reconciled, of course he is not reconciled!

If he could follow what Wu Buwei said and be a little more cautious about the battle situation, he would not end up like this today.

His soldiers, all of whom are well-trained, have a level of training that is much higher than the others. Plus, they all have enough faith to win. If it weren't for the fact that there were too many Tartars and they were encircled, perhaps, they would still have a fight.

However, it is too late to talk about it.

It was he who caused these subordinates, and it was he who made this battle situation, which was originally extremely beneficial to the dangerous mountain, become what it is now.

He clutched the bloody wound on his chest, leaning back to the side wearily, borrowing a little strength. Clenching the command knife in his hand tightly, he looked at the battlefield not far away, which was obviously no longer a dangerous mountain.

"Rush! Come on! ”

He heard a familiar voice and couldn't help but look back.

The airborne 'political training officer', who has always been treated by him as a literati and finds fault everywhere, is taking over the command at this time and performing his duties as a battalion manager.

"Pipe tape! Pipe! How are you? Wu Buwei half-squatted beside Zheng Shuangxi, and asked him with great concern.

Zheng Shuangxi shook his head tiredly, "No, man, my own body knows by itself, I won't be it." Take your brethren, withdraw! Hurry up! ”

Outside Liaoyang City, everywhere, there is a strong smell of blood, which makes people smell disgusting.

Wu Bu's eyes were red for blood, seeing that his defeat was decided, if he killed himself here, I am afraid it would not be too meaningful. Therefore, after pondering for a moment, he decided to listen to Zheng Shuangxi's words before he died, and retreated with the few surviving subordinates.

Not only can it leave a few seeds for the third battalion, but it will also warn those who come after them not to fall into the trap of the Tartars again.

As for himself?

Wu Buwei smiled bitterly, where did he still have any scruples about getting himself?

Whether it is life or death depends on the judgment of the gendarmes in the future. Anyway, he felt that after the battle was like this, he was already very sorry for Ye Fu's trust, and at the same time, he didn't want to abandon his comrades-in-arms to live alone.

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"What the hell is Zheng Shuangxi! It's a big deal to delay Lao Tzu! ”

In the temporary headquarters set up in the third town, Dou Xiangguang circled with his hands behind his back, and scolded incessantly.

"How many troops did that battalion have? In terms of the number of people, it is only more than 200 people! And now? More than 700 people! At the beginning of the battle, he was still able to see the enemy and defeat the enemy. But now? actually made such a total annihilation for Lao Tzu! It just doesn't make sense! ”