Lord Wang, you don't have to go to the Ming army camp again, right? When the Ming army saw the withdrawal of the prince, they understood what the prince meant. ”

Shang Zhong still wanted to struggle a little more, and took the initiative to suggest: "If we go there frequently, wouldn't it be bad if Yongli thought we were bargaining?" ”

Shang Kexi hesitated: "What you said also has some truth, but this king always feels that it is not practical to negotiate this matter with Yongli." ”

"Lord Wang, you might as well think like this, His Royal Highness the Prince is now a talisman of Yongli, how could he hurt His Royal Highness? If he injured a single hair of His Royal Highness, wouldn't the prince send a large army to conquer without an inch of land? ”

Shang Kexi, thinking about it carefully, seems to be the truth.

It's just that he really tore his face with Hong Chengchou when he left.

Although there is still room for redemption on the side of the Qing court, Hong Chengchou's side is really not redeemed.

That's it, he did anything for the sake of his son.

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"What? Shang Kexi withdrawed? ”

After learning the news, Hong Chengchou was like five thunderbolts.

Why did the good Shang Kexi withdraw his troops?

Hong Chengchou still didn't believe that he would go out to see it in person, and sure enough, he saw that the Shang family army on the original flank had been drawn and gradually moved away.

The bare ground was covered only with a few wooden stakes for the tents, which was ironic.

"This old thief!"

Hong Chengchou, who has always been gentle and elegant, actually scolded.

He couldn't take it anymore!

Shang Kexi patted his ass and ran away, leaving a mess behind.

Did he expect the old man to fight alone?

The more Hong Chengchou thought about it, the more frightened he became, and hurriedly looked in the direction where Geng Jimao was.

Fortunately, Geng Jimao didn't run away, otherwise Hong Chengchou would really want to cry without tears.

"It must be that this old thief and Yongli have reached some agreement."

Hong Chengchou clenched his fists and said hatefully.

After learning from Shang Kexi that his son was not dead, he ordered the attack to be stopped.

God knows if he sent someone to Mingying at the time of this day.

If Yongli proposed that Shang Kexi withdraw from the army, he let Shang Zhixin go. Presumably, Shang Zhixin will definitely agree.

What a dog thief!

It is impossible to recover Shang Kexi after the matter has come to this point, and even if it catches up, there is no point.

Hong Chengchou can only rely on the existing forces to fight this battle.

At this moment, Hong Chengchou relied on Geng Jimao very much, and immediately sent someone to invite Geng Jimao to come to the camp to discuss the war.

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"Your Majesty, Shang Kexi has retired!"

Li Dingguo was excited, even though he had tried his best to suppress the joy, his cheeks still rose.

"Your Majesty is really a clever plan."

"How many fathers in the world can watch their sons die?"

Zhu Youlang smiled slightly: "I'm just a little trick. ”

The current situation is obviously very good for the Ming army.

Without Shang Kexi's 30,000 elites, the Qing army was like a broken arm, and its flanks were extremely weak.

The trenches dug by Hong Chengchou will also have a considerable vacancy and no one to guard them.

If Hong Chengchou divides his troops to garrison again, the strength of the army will be dispersed again.

So no matter which way you look at it, this is a huge opportunity for the Ming army.

"King Jin thinks it's the right time for a decisive battle?"

This kind of key decision would be too arbitrary if Zhu Youlang was determined by himself.

Zhu Youlang still had to ask Li Dingguo's opinion.

"Your Majesty, you can try to advance."

Although the Ming army also fired artillery in the first two days, it was more to deter the opponent.

If you want to make real achievements, you still have to advance the front, and this trench is a sign.

Winning a Ming army is one step closer to victory.

"If so, give the order, the whole army will attack!"

Zhu Youlang had been waiting for this moment for a long time, but he didn't expect Hong Chengchou to choose to fight with him outside the city.

Maybe Hong Chengchou can't hold it back, right?

Anyway, this is a good thing for the Ming army.

"Obey the order!"

Li Dingguo hugged his fists and left.

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"Woo woo woo~"

"Woo~"

"Woo woo woo~"

With the muffled sound of the Ming army's horn, the army officially launched the offensive.

The Ming army, represented by the Tiger Army and Li Dingguo's lineage, advanced forward under the cover of artillery fire.

There was a central area between the positions of the Ming and Qing armies, which was considered a buffer zone.

If you want to enter this area, you must take it.

The sapper rescuer took on the task of setting up temporary bunkers.

They moved some sandbags to the open field and quickly folded them.

"Push harder, faster!"

"Don't stop, work hard!"

"This piece is thicker, or the Tartar bird will be able to shoot it through!"

Although the soldiers of the engineer battalion were not directly involved in killing the enemy, their tasks were also important, which directly determined the proportion of wounded soldiers of the Ming army.

Similarly, there are medical corps.

Although the Ming army had taken defensive measures to the extreme, it was still inevitable that some soldiers would be injured by artillery fire.

This requires timely treatment by medical soldiers.

It is not necessary to remove the fragments of the exploded shells from the body of the wounded, but the bleeding must be stopped in time.

If there is too much blood, it is difficult to save the gods.

For those who are more seriously wounded, the medic will quickly transport them to the rear after simple handling.

There is better medical care and the wounded have a better chance of surviving.

A Tiger soldier was shot in the shoulder by a bird's gun, and blood flowed down his shoulder blades, staining his shirt and armor red.

"It hurts me! Give me a good time! ”

The soldier thought that he had been wounded and that he had no days to live, so he begged bitterly.

"Brother, what are you talking about, you are just a flesh wound, take care of it and you will be alive again!"

"Am I still alive?"

"I'll help you stop the bleeding first, and then take you to the rear to treat your injuries, don't think too much!"

When Zhu Youlang founded the medical corps, he not only asked them to treat the bodies of the wounded, but also asked the medical corps to actively encourage the wounded in the process of treatment, so that they could have the confidence to tide over the difficult stage.

Sometimes the wounded are often scared to death by themselves.

As long as you have faith, many times even if you are seriously injured, you can survive.

In a hail of bullets, the medic is like a hare galloping.

They carried the wounded through the front line and the rear, racing against time to treat each and every one of them.

This attitude of not abandoning and not giving up also allows the soldiers to devote themselves to the battle without worries.

More and more sandbags were erected in the buffer zone, and the area occupied by the Ming army became larger and larger.

The artillery fire of the Qing army never stopped, but the soldiers of the Ming army were not afraid at all.

A buckshot slashed across the forehead of a Tiger Soldier.

Blood trickled down his forehead, but he sneered, wiped the blood stains, and continued to shoot from the makeshift bunker set up by the sandbags.

"Dog Tartar, the Ming soldiers will never be slaves! The Han family is never a slave! Go to hell! ”

From time to time, in the process of shooting at each other, people were shot.

It's just that the soldiers of the Qing army can only wait for death after being shot, and the soldiers of the Ming army can trust themselves to be handed over to Pao Ze by the medical soldiers to be treated!

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