Gao Guiying and Zhu Tianlang, the two have never met so far, only Tianlang has communicated with the husband of the women's middle school with a handwritten message, that is, if this battle encounters such a situation, what can become the winner.

Hongyi cannon? No, the two armies are staggered, and the waves are not so crazy that they will bring down the ship's cannons and bombard them indiscriminately.

What's more, the guns on the ship did not have pack horses and gun carriages, and the cannons weighing thousands of pounds could not be carried at all.

Before that, Gao Guiying didn't pay too much attention to Tianlang's edict, otherwise she wouldn't want to go out of the city to kill.

However, at this moment, she saw it, and as a battle-hardened female general, she felt it.

Tianlang reached into his arms and slowly took out a large firecracker, he held it upright in the palm of his hand and lit it......

The fuse burned out of his smile, his smile froze into a touch of determination, and his low, cold and hard voice came into the void the moment the fireworks soared into the sky: an arrow piercing the clouds, and thousands of troops came to meet each other.

With his roar, the whole army drank together, a cloud-piercing arrow, and thousands of troops came to meet each other.

The dialogue in Xing Ye's movie was used by him and turned into a code, and the bad taste of Tianlang was not abrupt.

The lonely fireworks roared into the clouds, and the moment they bloomed, it seemed to penetrate the heart of Gao Guiying's girl, this was looking up in the air, it was a wordless entrustment, she felt that her body was much heavier, she suddenly turned into a force, her eyes were like torches, she shook the moon-white cloak on her shoulders, and shouted:

"Two pairs of loyalty and courage, sword mountain and sea of fire are now alive?"

This is the code word of the joint, and the women's army echoes in unison, and then moves in unison.

In the battlefield, there are no thousands of troops and horses invited by Tianlang, and it is not Gao Guiying himself who wants to go to the sword mountain and the sea of fire above the city.

It was dozens of war drums, and Gao Guiying strode under a huge war drum, picked up the drumsticks with both hands, and beat the drums of the general attack with the Women's Army.

Hearing the rumbling sound of war drums that shook the entire mountains and rivers, many soldiers laughed, and after laughing, they were full of solemnity.

This drum is an order for everyone to sacrifice their lives to fight.

This drum made them choose to throw their bodies out, throw them at the enemy who was waiting for them, and throw them forward to block the tips of the guns of the Qing army.

They charged with their lives, sounded the horn of death, they were pierced through the chest, their mouths were spitting blood, and they were still laughing and slashing at the enemy in front of them.

Hearing the sound of the drum, the soldiers received the divine command, and all of them rushed forward like a flood that burst the embankment, like a beast out of the gate.

"Kill!" The original intention of his rebellion was to knock the high above to the ground and trample the self-righteous under his feet.

"Kill!"

Gao Guiying raised a pair of lotus arms together, and the two drumsticks beat left and right, the dull, the one that shook the earth seemed to be no longer the war drums, but her, the unyielding roar of a group of Mizhi aunts.

She used to be the queen of Dashun, and this roar can turn into the faith and thunder of the whole army.

Under the shock of the drums of the women's army, the Qing army began to panic, so that their already tense nerves were completely broken, and the crazy attack wave of the Ming army was like the last straw pressed on the camel's body, and more collapsed soldiers rushed to avoid a storm brought to them by the Ming army, and did not dare to fight with it.

There was no cooperation, no robes, only their lives were their own, they fled on their own, and they ignored their comrades-in-arms.

Again, this battle is a cause for the Liaodong Army, but for the Ming Army, it is a matter of life and death for individuals and their families, wives and daughters.

The Ming army was willing to exchange their lives for their lives to win this battle, and for the Qing army

, they are only sure that if their legs and feet are slow, they will be quickly crushed into the dust by this Ming army, and they don't want to die.

Tianlang also dispatched to the sound of war drums, and he led the cavalry to open the pursuit and escape mode that he was most familiar with.

"Kill, keep killing!"

As if with a bang, the hardest military formation of the Qing army cracked, and those wounded and half-dead Ming troops rushed into the military formation like evil ghosts in hell.

Then they were buried like mudslides, and all the Ming army lines were crushed forward and devoured, like a great river flowing out of heaven and earth, like waves shaking the far sky.

The storm and clouds surged, the blood flowed, and countless screams and wails heralded the destruction of a powerful enemy, at the cost of the burial of countless pioneers.

The Qing army was retreating step by step, the Yellow Dragon Banner fell like dominoes, was cut off, and the discarded flags were covered with the corpses of the Ming army's dead pioneers, covering their sacrificial journey.

In the strong wind, only the sun and moon flag behind the heavenly waves were the most eye-catching, and only Zhu Tianlang, Li Jin, Hao Yongzhong, Gao Bizheng and all the madman-like warriors were the most agitated.

They roared and slaughtered on the battlefield, crushing the Qing army like crushing an earthen wall.

Once failure comes, there is no room for people to react and think.

At this moment, all the Liaodong troops were desperately trying to escape, their minds were blank, and the chaotic white was the abyss of endless fear.

The Qing army was completely defeated, and Tianlang continued to pursue and kill, giving the enemy no respite.

In the end, only countless corpses and blood-stained autumn winds were left on the battlefield.

The sun is thin, the remnant sun is like blood, and the tireless pursuit has not stopped until the night is approaching.

I don't know how many enemies have flowed into rivers of blood, and they have become paintings corresponding to the remnant sun.

The painting was cold and desolate, in the shadow of the setting sun.

The corpses, armor and weapons of the routs were scattered more than a dozen miles east of the city.

As the last wisp of gold left by the setting sun on the top of the distant mountain fades, the soul returns to the earth, and the night is as silent as ever.

Torches swayed in the wind, occasionally decorating the desolation of the eternal night with the sound of crackling sparks.

The soldiers scattered to clean the battlefield, and compared with the harvest of a great victory, what they remembered most was the joy of the elite cavalry galloping back and forth in the autumn wind like an iron tower, and the leisurely glow in the setting sun.

Each of the victorious soldiers imagined that the famous generals and knights who came from the sky like gods and Buddhas were themselves, or their own future.

With only 2,000 cavalry, they went back and forth to cleanse the battlefield and bite the Qing army.

"Drive, drive!"

"Kill them all!"

"Keep killing!"

The heroic roar before dusk was still in the ears of the soldiers.

When the last Qing army was caught up by the Ming army, another fierce battle, Shang Kexi personally supervised the battle of the men and horses, after paying hundreds of casualties, finally covered all the infantry from the pursuit of the Ming army, even he fled.

If it weren't for the alternate cover of the retreat of King Sanshun, the battle of Quanzhou, Tianlang would definitely have the possibility of completely annihilating the Liaodong Army.

(End of chapter)