Before the 1st Battalion was defeated against the enemy, the battle at the southern end of the battlefield was already heating up.

In charge of the main force against Du Du's army were the two regiments of the Korean vassal army, which were only equipped with 3 3-pounder guns and 5 tiger squat guns, which was too little for an army of more than 2,000 people. In addition, the Korean vassal army had poor physique, old ordnance, and poor fighting quality, which was on par with the captain Ujin Chaoha, and this battle was extremely difficult.

While the first battalion was approaching the enemy, the North Korean army opened fire on Uzhen Chaoha. Neither of the two armies, which had a similar level of training, dared to approach and open fire, and the two sides continued to fire from a distance of 70 meters, and after 10 minutes of fighting, more than 300 people fell in total.

It wasn't until Du Du found out that his left flank had been routed that the Wuzhen Chaoha began to really fight desperately - the Zhenyi Rui soldiers slashed and killed the Han army in the rear like crazy.

At 12:41, Tasman glanced down at his pocket watch and then looked up at the battlefield two hundred meters away. His right hand was already pressed against the pistol at his waist, ready to draw it. Beside him, Deng Jianshan, Mao Chengzuo, guards and staff officers, everyone held their weapons, only Mao Wenlong was still quietly staring at the north.

Under the threat of death, the Ujin Chaohars launched a desperate assault on the Korean vassals. These fragile Korean vassals behaved as poorly in the field as the slave armies of the Later Kim, firing in panic as soon as the enemy came within fifty meters, and the Donggang Army officers in charge of them had no control over their subordinates.

The Jiannu Baijia, which was mixed in the Han army, played a huge role. Dressed in Wuzhen Chaoha's military uniforms and holding knives or axes in their hands, they approached with the Han army. It wasn't until there were only thirty meters left that they rushed out of the crowd like arrows from a string and pounced on the North Koreans' army in the blink of an eye.

The most tragic battle immediately unfolded in the military formation, and only forty or fifty Jiannu and thousands of Koreans fell into chaos. When their comrades were hacked to death with knives, the vassals subconsciously turned their guns to shoot, ignoring the bullets and knocking down their comrades. The slender bayonet did not have any advantage in the crowd, but was seized by the skilled white armor, spraying blood and severed limbs in the crowd.

More than ten seconds later, the army of Wuzhen Chaoha also pressed in front of him. These Han troops were armed with spears more than 4 meters long, and once they approached, the bayonets were useless.

The entire front was thrown into disarray, and the grassroots command system quickly lost its effectiveness. The North Koreans holding rifles, the Jiannu wielding swords and axes, and the Han soldiers raising their spears fought bloodily two hundred meters in front of Mao Wenlong, and every second a dozen or dozens of people lay on the ground.

Tasman stared at the battlefield ahead. There, the chaotic North Korean army was already showing signs of collapse, with those in the front rows killed by axes and spears, and those in the back scrambling to reload or squeeze forward, making the front even more messy. White smoke drifted sporadically through the crowd, and the sound of gunfire was completely muffled by shouts of killing. The military judges in the rear had already begun to execute deserters, and two regiments of Korean vassals slowly collapsed under the fierce onslaught, like sand and gravel beaten by the waves.

The internal guards responsible for protecting Mao Wenlong had already assembled, and the captain of the internal guard, a lieutenant, held a pistol in his right hand, walked up to Mao Wenlong's side, and said softly: "General, please retreat with us." ”

Mao Wenlong turned his head sideways and shook his head slightly: "Wait, I'm fine." ”

The chief of the internal guard pursed his lips and stood for a while, then turned his head and shouted, "Everyone, get ready to fight!" ”

The guards of a platoon drew bayonets and mounted them on their rifles. They stood in a semicircle around Mao Wenlong, facing the Korean vassal army, which was gradually collapsing. Behind them, Shang Kejin also drew his saber and stood beside Mao Wenlong, staring at the front line with his eyes.

"Relax." Mao Wenlong stretched out his hand and pressed it on Shang Kejin's shoulder, his voice was very calm, "There have been more dangerous times in the past than this, why be nervous." ”

Shang Kejin took a deep breath, his expression barely relaxed a little. He looked at Mao Wenlong, and there was a rare hint of begging in his eyes: "Dashuai, please retreat, it's good that there is an end here." ”

"If I retreat, the North Korean army will really collapse." The corners of Mao Wenlong's mouth were slightly upturned. He stretched out his hand and pulled out his sword, and gently stroked the blade with his left hand, feeling the chill coming from his palm, "Besides, if I'm not there, why should Du Du continue to attack." ”

"Pass the order down, go down to the self, and cut off those who retreat without permission."

"Raise my banner! Tell Du Du that Ben Shuai is standing here. If he has the ability, he will come and take the old man's head! ”

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With a loud bang, Mao Wenlong opened his eyes suddenly, and his eyes focused on the battlefield in the north. There, the banner of the 1st Battalion of the Guards Regiment swayed violently, and then mixed with the banner of Kennu. A minute later, Jiannu's banner fell in a mess, and faint cheers crossed the noisy battlefield and reached Mao Wenlong's ears.

"Dashuai!"

Mao Wenlong let out a sigh of relief and waved his hand heavily: "Start fighting back!" ”

After receiving the order, Shang Kejin instantly shouted: "No conscience cannon, fire!" Fire! ”

The Korean vassal army, which had retreated to within 100 meters of Mao Wenlong, heard a sharp suona sound from the rear, and immediately saw a row of yellow-green packages flying overhead.

A violent explosion took place in front of them. The violent wave of qi squeezed out of the gaps in the Uzhen Chaoha, and knocked the Korean troops in the front row to the ground. As for the Han army, which was directly impacted by the air waves, a small number of people were torn to pieces by the blazing fire and the rapidly expanding air on the spot and flew into the sky. More Han soldiers were crushed and collapsed to the ground like mud, pupils, noses, ears, and mouths gushing blood and fragments of liver and lungs.

The crowded crowd was forcibly cleared out of more than a dozen gaps within a radius of more than ten meters, and the surrounding Wuzhen Chaoha was centered on the explosion point and fell to the ground in all directions. The pressure on the previously dangerous front was greatly reduced, and the officers who were shouting at the throat took the opportunity to wave the flag. The Korean vassals, who had experience in the explosion, reacted immediately and forcibly pressed the Han army back to the west.

In the far north, the 1st Battalion had now cut through the oncoming enemy forces. Hit by a volley, the Uzhen Chaoha lost all fighting spirit, and they preferred to be pierced through the back from behind with a bayonet as they fled, rather than turn around and resist. The one-sided massacre lasted only a few minutes, and more than a thousand Han troops and Baoyi scattered into weak deserters like pheasants.

Zheng Baoli tried hard to shake the banner, "Whole army, whole army!" ”

A herald rushed over, and before he had time to catch his breath, he shouted at Zheng Baoli: "The regiment commander has an order, the first battalion should move immediately, don't reorganize the army, do whatever you can!" ”

Zheng Baoli stomped his foot viciously, and then shouted: "All attention, continue to the west!" Get ready for battle! ”

A few minutes later, the barely completed 1st Battalion was running again. Behind them, the fighters of the second and third battalions were also speeding up, and thousands of them seized the last time to run on the left flank of more than 2,000 Uzhen Chaoha.

In Mao Wenlong's telescope, Du Du's flag began to swing rapidly.

"Du Du is scared." Mao Wenlong muttered softly, "All attack, press forward!" ”

"Hooray! Banzai! ”

A tsunami-like shout rang out, and the surviving North Koreans cheered their most familiar slogans. The soldiers who survived the bloody battle held bayonets and strode towards the Han army.

The time has come to fight back, and after the Uzhen Chaoha were attacked by explosives bags, the original blood and courage disappeared, and the instinct to fear death took over the brain again. On their left flank, three battalions of the Guards Regiment had completed the turn, and more than a thousand rifles were aimed at the northernmost group of Han troops at the same time.

"Fire!" Sun Yixing fired a shot into the sky.

The white dragon reappears on the battlefield. Every time it appears, it means hundreds, if not thousands, of lead bullets leaving the chamber.

The Wuzhen Chaoha on the left flank was hit with fire that they had never enjoyed before, and the Han army, exposed to the guns of three battalions, was no longer as simple as being killed. Shattered, yes, shattered. The rain of bullets was staggeringly dense, and the buckshot was like a scythe of death, tearing apart and severing everything that stood in their track.

Wu Zhenchao was stunned. Within a few minutes, the Han soldiers who survived by luck stared blankly at the Dongjiang army that rushed past them, unable to even resist or flee for their lives, until they were hit on the ground by the butt of a rifle and their heads were soaked in the blood of the deceased, and they could slowly understand what had happened.

"For the Motherland! Assault of the whole army! ”

Sun Yixing waved the battalion flag forward, and more than a thousand soldiers shouted and charged. The bright red uniforms formed a long wall, and the shiny bayonets pierced the enemy's chest. The cavalry battalion that followed the Guards in a roundabout way also accelerated, and the knights whipped their mounts on the buttocks mercilessly, the spurs of their feet digging into the horses' bellies. The cavalry formed a large triangle, the acute angle was facing the panicked Wuzhen Chaoha, the sharp swords were held by the cavalrymen, and the tip of the knife pointed diagonally upwards at the blue sky, glowing with the cold of death.

From the north and east sides, more than 2,000 warriors—hundreds of whom had been killed and wounded by this time—marched toward the enemy. If one looks down from the sky, one can clearly see that in the pocket formed by the southward bend of the Suzi River, the collapsed and fleeing Houjin army has completely lost its way to escape, and their flanks have long been surrounded by the Guards Regiment.

Bloody slaughter unfolded on the banks of the river. The Suzi River, which has been going on for thousands of years, still flows quietly, and the water in the center of the river is crystal clear, reflecting sparkling spots. But to the north of it, blood generously moistens the earth. The fallen corpses were repeatedly trampled by horses' hooves and human feet, and the bright red quickly covered the earth, and the gurgling blood soaked through the clothes and armor, forming pools of blood and streams on the pebble floor.

Mao Wenlong sighed lightly and said lightly: "Ke Jin, let the soldiers stop." After all, they are all my Han compatriots... Surrender and don't kill, surrender and don't kill. ”