Getting thinner and thinner, under the siege of tens of thousands of Qing troops, the phalanx became thinner and thinner, and another group of cavalry galloped forward, a few steps away, their cavalry spears sandwiched between their waist ribs, pierced into the iron wall formed by the soldiers of the Tiger Camp under the impact of the war horses, splashing up clusters of blood. Hole after hole in the iron wall.

Although the musketeers in the formation, they chased the Jiannu cavalry with their guns and knocked the Jiannu off the horse with their muskets, although the Jiannu who fell from the horse struggled in a pool of blood, and then was trampled into flesh by the horse's hooves.

But the big picture can't be changed.

After all, where is the gap between the forces of the two sides, and the disparity between the forces of the two sides is really too great.

Under the continuous siege of Jiannu, thousands of officers and soldiers of the Huben battalion fell one after another, leaving in front of them at least two or three times the corpses of Jiannu. The blood of the soldiers melted the snow and flowed across the land, flowing one corpse after another, mixed with the blood of Jiannu, and merged into a cold stream of blood.

"Bang!"

Xu Zili, who held the musket tightly, adjusted the muzzle of the gun, and pierced the body of a Jiannu cavalryman, in this chaotic battlefield, this shot was like the previous shots, no one except himself noticed it, at this time, no one would care about any military merits.

All soldiers have only one purpose, which is to kill the enemy, and kill the enemy as much as possible before they are killed.

Going forward, they could see that the exhausted comrades-in-arms were no longer even able to raise their sabers, and the battle that lasted for several hours had exhausted everyone's physical strength, and they watched their own people being pierced through the body by Jiannu's cavalry spears, or watching Jiannu being blown up.

At this time, no one can save others, and everyone faces death with a calm attitude.

"Bang!"

Again, Li Detian fired the cannonball, and when the brethren had once again finished cleaning the chamber, suddenly a brother shouted.

"No more shells!"

The shells are out!

"Get a knife!"

Picking up the sabers of their fallen comrades from the ground, the gunners who ran out of shells threw themselves into the battlefield without hesitation, and although they had no armor on their bodies, they still stood there, forming a great wall with their own flesh and blood.

They don't care about anything, they only have one thought left in their hearts - to kill the enemy, to kill one or more enemies before they die in battle.

The battle, which lasted from near noon to the afternoon, was finally broken through at the moment when the sun was setting, when the sun was dyeing the armor of the warriors red......

When Jiannu's horse team broke through the phalanx, the Jiannu heavy infantry followed also entered the battlefield with knives and guns, iron axes, and iron hammers, and they waved their weapons and smashed into the Ming army that fought desperately.

"Ah......h

Jiannu, wielding a hammer, smashed the chests of the two iron men one after another, smashing the iron armor of the chest guard inward, squeezing their ribs and even squeezing their internal organs. The mortally wounded Iron Men stumbled and slashed at their enemies, despite spitting blood.

Fight for your life!

At this time, their only wish was to exchange their lives for the lives of more enemies, but they no longer had the strength to move around, but they only walked a few steps before falling.

"Kill ......"

As he did during training, Xu Zili held a rifle with a bayonet and struck left and right in the melee, although the bayonet was extremely sharp, but if he wanted to pierce the enemy's armor, he still needed to do his best.

"Kill!"

With a violent shout, the bayonet of the muzzle stabbed into Jiannu's chest like lightning, and although it was blocked by armor, it still did not enter a full half a foot, and then he twisted it again, and Jiannu fell.

At the moment when he drew his bayonet, suddenly, a hammer smashed from somewhere, so that he suddenly felt that it was dark in front of him, and the man fell, and he fell in a pool of blood before he lost consciousness, and saw the brothers falling continuously......

The crimson blood melted the snow, and the blood flowed into a small stream, and in the last military formation, Chen Wudi, who was covered in blood, gasped, he looked to the left and right, and there were thousands of eighteen hundred brothers gathered around him, and the armor of the big guy was stained with blood.

And around them, thousands of Jiannu stared at them, with hesitation in their once bloodthirsty eyes, and the tearing and killing lasted for several hours, not only overdrawing everyone's physical strength, but also shaking everyone's will.

Once upon a time, these blood-drinking barbarians who came out of the white mountains and black waters, with their barbarism, made "the Jurchens are not satisfied with ten thousand, and they are invincible" spread in the mouths of the Ming people, but now, they are shaken and suspicious.

The Ming army in front of him is obviously only three or four thousand people, but why dare to fight with them for a few hours with one enemy and five, and what's even worse is that they seem to be desperate!

This is simply incredible, how can these Ming troops be so bold.

Call......

On the battlefield, everyone was panting there, whether it was the Ming army or Jiannu, they were all extremely tired, wearing dozens of catties of armor, holding heavy soldiers to tear and kill for a few hours, if it wasn't for the will to support them, it is estimated that they would have been tired and paralyzed, but they all knew the result of deflating - death.

Maybe it's because everyone is so tired that they have been killing the battlefield for a few hours, and when the sun sets, there is actually some kind of strange silence, and Abatai, who is riding on a horse, stares at it with a blue face...... This Shura field!

On the Shura field, there were corpses of Qing soldiers and horses, the snow was dyed red, the blood melted the ice and snow, and the stream flowed in the snow.

The corpses on the battlefield are piled up like mountains, some are stacked layer by layer, many of them are trampled by the war horses like mud, and the corpses are scattered on the battlefield so casually, all kinds of knives and guns are abandoned everywhere, and the war horses that have lost their masters are walking blindly on the battlefield, occasionally making a neigh.

For Abatai, who had been on the expedition with Nurhachi since he was a teenager, although he had seen more tragic battlefields than in front of him, his feelings were different, after all, most of the people who died now were Qing soldiers.

This battle was fought ......

Even if he wins and returns to Shengjing, it is estimated that he will be cut off by Huang Taiji.

How many people died in this battle?

Eight thousand? Ten thousand?

"Lord Belle, withdraw!"

Turg opened his mouth and said a fact he didn't want to face - it's over!

Coupled with the casualties of the water battle, the casualties of the whole army may have exceeded 15,000, and the loss of troops will be more than half...... Even if you eat this Ming army, what's the point?

It's nothing more than an increase in casualties!

One person is desperate, ten people are invincible, these people are all desperate!

Thousands of people are desperate, that's fatal.

"Lord Belle ......"

Before Turg could finish speaking, Abatai spoke.

"The order has passed, if the Ming general is willing to surrender, I promise not to kill any of them!"

……

A moment later, in the face of the Qing army's persuasion to surrender, Chen Wudi shouted loudly.

"Will the brethren surrender?"

"I am willing to die with the army!"

Another deafening shout rang out on the battlefield.

"Brethren! We are really fortunate to be able to die in front of Emperor Gao's mausoleum! Emperor Gao! ”

Looking up to the sky and letting out a long roar, Chen Wushu shouted loudly.

"The ministers and soldiers went to ......"

At this moment, there was no so-called formation, and all the people were like crazy, launching the final assault on the Qing army, and they were all fighting on their own. They are all using their will and life to fight the enemy in the final battle, and now there is no so-called reason.

Even if the knife is blunt, they will use their teeth and fists, even their heads, and their helmets to engage in a hard-to-flesh duel with their enemies.

"Kill slaves!"

As he let out this roar, a cavalryman suddenly swept past Chen Wuyi's side, and the stabbing hammer in his hand was directly nailed to Chen Wuyi's body.

The blow sent him down, and he fell to his knees, still silently muttering to himself.

"Lord Shizi, minister...... I've failed you......"