In the Wuzhen Chaoha artillery array, horizontal, vertical, oblique, curled up, there are Qing troops in various postures.

The torment of the artillery was always so long, some of the Eight Banners soldiers were overly surprised, their eyes were white, some of the Han Army Banner Aha folded their hands and muttered Buddha, and some Manchurians knelt on the ground and prayed to the god Tengri.

Perhaps it was their prayers that moved the heavens, the whistling sound of the Ming army's shells turned from dense to thin, the explosions gradually stopped, and the Shenwu army stopped shelling.

Finally, the Wuzhen Chaoha position quieted down, and when the smoke slowly cleared, Tong Tulai carefully climbed out of the bunker.

He looked around and saw that his Wuzhen Chaoha artillery battalion had been blown up, half of the bunkers and earthen walls had collapsed, some artillery pieces had been concentrated, and the gun trucks were scattered all over the ground.

He crouched on the ground with dull eyes and muttered, "Didn't you say that the bunker could protect against artillery?" Why did they still come in when I used three layers, and what exactly did they hit? ”

The surviving Qing soldiers hiding behind the remaining bunkers were either trembling with fear, or with dead faces and dull eyes, and those who performed better were running around looking for a safe place.

Cui Xiang was dazzled by the explosion, shook his body by holding on to the cover, staggered a few steps, and muttered, "Where am I?" Who am I? ”

The wails of the wounded Qing soldiers around them came and went, and Jialazhang Jing'e retreated to lie under the bunker, his face trembling a few times.

Seeing that the sound of the cannon suddenly stopped, he got up with a grunt and pointed at the Ming army and scolded: "Dog barbarian, come again!" Rejoice! ”

"Boom! Rumble! Boom ....."

As soon as he finished speaking, the earth-shattering cannon sound on the opposite side sounded again, and E retreated subconsciously knelt on the ground and continued to curl up behind the bunker.

The gunners of the Shenwu Army had just adjusted the angle, and there were several waves at the places that had not been bombed, and for a while, the Wuzhen Chaoha artillery array fell into a sea of fire again.

Many places were still bombed into bare earth pits, and the scorched earth in the pits was scorched with black smoke, and the Qing gunners in the artillery array were crooked, dead and wounded, and artillery, weapons, and flags were scattered everywhere.

In the gap between the shelling of the Shenwu Army, Jialazhang Jing'e retreat, like the other survivors, did not hold on to the artillery position, and ran back desperately.

Suddenly, a whistling sound came, and a thirty-pound iron ball mixed with the momentum that swept everything, fell heavily in front of him a foot away, and did not explode......

Within a radius of a few meters, there was a dead silence, one of the feet of the retreat was raised, and he also showed a running posture, looking at the silent big guy in front of him, he didn't dare to step over after all, and his brain didn't react for a while that he should run to the side.

Several Qing soldiers around were also relieved, fortunately this lucky egg was a dud, thanks to the gods for their favor......

Suddenly, the lucky egg suddenly burst open, and it swept away in an instant, and in the terrible screams, everyone fell in all directions.

In the dust splashing, there was a large mist of blood, and a Qing soldier was beaten to pieces of meat on the spot, and some broken limbs flew around with the dirt.

Jialazhang Jing'e fell to the ground, and was swept into his legs and right arm by the iron piece, and with a few broken sounds, his legs were destroyed, and his right arm was almost cut off.

In front of him, a comrade-in-arms with a pigtail of money lay sideways, his eyes full of fear wide, as if he could not blink to death.

E Fei desperately waved his left hand and screamed for help to the people next to him.

Someone recognized him and exclaimed, "Lord Zhang Jing is injured, come and save him!" ”

After saying that, the flag man ran away and ran to the back, not wanting to stop for a moment.

The same is true of the few bannermen who passed by him, and now, everyone is thinking of running for their lives, who cares if he is Jia Lazhangjing or not.

Cui Xiang staggered over, and was also evacuating to the rear, this place is obviously not suitable for living people.

E retreated to see an acquaintance, grabbed his right leg tightly with his left hand, and said with pain on his face: "Save me!" ”

Cui Xiang, who was originally blown up, saw someone dragging him, lowered his head and looked, and suddenly became energetic.

He gasped heavily, swept around, and saw that the Wuzhen Chaoha artillery battalion had collapsed and messed up after the earth-shattering shelling just now, and there were basically no living people.

Cui Xiang's resentment that had been suppressed for many years finally broke out, he shouted angrily, and kicked at the old face of Ehui, kicking him and rolling him in the place twice.

E retreated to the head and suffered a heavy blow, only to feel that his eyes were dizzy, there was a figure swaying in front of him, and his arms were constantly doing something......

"I want revenge! I want revenge! ”

Ringing his tragic death of his mother, Cui Xiang picked up the short sword left on the ground, knelt on the ground, gritted his teeth and stabbed at E Hui frantically, every time he made a shot, he used all his strength, and more than a dozen swords were stabbed out in a few breaths.

"Poof! Burst! Burst! ”

Blood splashed, the armor on E's chest had been pierced, and the person was about to die, his left hand hurriedly touched behind him, and finally he was stabbed without touching anything, and he didn't know what the kid in front of him was crazy about.

Cui Xiang was a little puzzled, turned over Ehui, and found that there was a handcuff hidden behind the waist of this dog tartar.

He broke out in a cold sweat, he really didn't expect that a character at the level of Jia Lazhangjing would be equipped with a handcuff, fortunately, he was happy, or he would be the one who lay down.

"Woo! Woo! Woo! ”

The horn of the Ming army's march sounded, and the "Zhenghuang Banner" hiding in the trenches climbed out of the trenches one by one energetically and attacked the Wuzhen Chaoha artillery array.

Cui Xiang was a spirit, picked up the handcuff on E's body, stepped on the blood-soaked blackened earth, and ran desperately to the back.

"Kill the Tartars!"

Zhu Youneng rushed to the artillery array with the yellow flag as if he had eaten a bullwhip, slashing at the remnants of the Qing army, and even cutting off some heads of the dead, such as the head of Ehui.

As Nurhachi's son, Zhu You can recognize at a glance which of those corpses are real tartars and which are big fish, whether they are alive or dead, they all cut off their heads and go back to their loving father to receive a reward.

"Hey, how did this guy get stabbed to death?"

Zhu Youneng was a little surprised when he saw the unsightly retreat that was stabbed.

He skillfully cut off Ehui's head and held it in his hand, padded it with interest, and said happily: "Tan Tai's old subordinates, you have a fucking today, happy!" ”

Happy to meet the old opponent's former subordinates, Zhu Youneng had indescribable joy in his heart, he bared his teeth and commanded a few soldiers, and erected the dragon flag of the Ming Dynasty on the Wuzhen Chaoha artillery array.

Under the dragon of the Ming army, Zhu Cihong on the four-layer chariot looked at the dragon flag fluttering opposite, slowly put down the binoculars, and showed a smile on his face.

He flicked his big red cloak and waved his hand: "Command the whole army, advance!" ”

In the low sound of the horn, the silk and bamboo drum music sounded, the passionate march music fluttered, the line of the Tianwu army was neat, and the footsteps were roaring, like a copper wall and an iron wall to advance forward.