It was another three or four waves of arrows, and those who survived after this were not only lucky, but also their real skills of hiding in stirrups and quick hands and eyes that they had cultivated for many years. The cavalry who rushed to the front of the army took out the iconic weapon of the Guanning army, the three-eyed firebolt. With the ignition of the fuse and the firing of the firebolt, many Ming soldiers in the front row were shot. The Ming soldiers who were not hit were also quickly killed under the hammer blow of this weapon, but the cavalry charged inward and continued to face the sharp spear tips of the Ming troops in the back row. Many Guan Ning troops were stabbed on their horses by armor-piercing spears, and after rushing into the army formation for a while, many knights were pierced through the armor on their bodies. Soon after, Guan Ningjun could not hold on again and retreated, throwing down three or two hundred corpses. After another while, the horn of the Guan Ning army sounded again, and the charge came again. Through their wave after wave of tentative attacks, there were finally some Ming soldiers at the forefront of the formation who could no longer withstand the impact and intimidation of thousands of troops and horses again and again. Seeing the comrades in front of him dying in one column after another, the next person to face this terrifying offensive will be himself, at this time, a group of Ming soldiers in the front row finally began to sway their hearts and bodies at the same time, and their gun arrays were no longer straight. This allowed some Qing cavalry cavalry to escape the spears of the Ming army's front line with the originally very fragile belly of the horse. A real gap finally appeared on the Ming army's front, and the Guanning army began to gather into this gap, trying to tear the Ming army's formation apart from here. When the Guan Ning army, which rushed into the gap like a tide, faced the dense chaos of arrows, it was as if it had hit a reef, and wave after wave of waves seemed to suddenly fall silent. But another defeat did not discourage the Guan Ning army. When the horn sounded again, there would be such knights one after the other, until the spear array of the Ming army was completely torn apart. As a result, more Guanning Iron Cavalry joined this charge, and even Wu Sangui himself had already joined in.

The Ming army finally couldn't stand it anymore, and they began to crumble. After Liu Tichun gave the last order, he led his guards with war horses to flee to Fenzhou. The rest of the Ming infantry, who had not yet been killed, went into the woods on both sides according to the order left by Liu Tichun, which made the Guanning cavalry very difficult. Like a dog chasing a rabbit, he runs in the jungle and hides and seek. Not many rabbits were caught until the evening, but some of the cavalry were killed by the Ming soldiers who were jumping up and down in the woods, and their horses were taken from them.

The sun finally set, Wu Sangui reluctantly collected his troops and withdrew to the edge of the forest, preparing to wait for the night on the outskirts of the jungle before encircling and suppressing the Ming army that escaped from the forest. Unexpectedly, it was cloudy and windy that night, and the second quarter moon, which was not fully grown last night, simply went home to sleep. This made Wu Sangui also panic, the Qing army was in the Ming and the Ming army was in the dark, how could he guess that when he was dreaming, the Ming army would suddenly come out of somewhere and stab his ass a few times? Be careful, the wind is tight, anyway, the task is probably completed, as for where the Ming army in this forest will run to in the future, whose head will be cut off in the future, and even marry a few more daughters-in-law, how many children will be born, and those children should be called mothers, that is not what he Lao Wu should manage. He should just go back and feel sorry for the 8,820 knights he lost in the battle in the past few days, these people are his heart, his coffin book, and his reliance on promotion and wealth. Over the years, as a military attache of the Han army in the Qing Dynasty, he not only had cattle, but also many horses. This is both an advantage and a disadvantage, and after the loss of other Han troops, the imperial court maybe, maybe, probably, almost there will be new soldiers to replenish them. And he, Wu Sangui, didn't even have to think about that maybe, possibly, probably, almost didn't have to think about it. Will the war horses of Manchuria be replenished to the Han army? People may not be able to ride it themselves. Don't even think about it, if all your subordinates are dead, then go home and wait to be a good citizen of the Qing court. When the time comes, the high-ranking official Houlu will watch others do it, and only he will carry the black pot and black horse spoon or something. Isn't this going to destroy his three views of Wu Sanguan? No matter which big financier he faces in his life, Lao Wu is only selling his art and not his body! This is a matter of principle, otherwise you will be tarnished the innocence of the woman standing on the street, so how can you go out to meet people?

In this battle, Wu Sangui has killed and subdued nearly 40,000 Ming troops, he can take these living and dead heads back, and send them to the Rui prince to count, and then the regent's face will definitely be happy to become a chrysanthemum, enough, be content and happy, go home and receive the reward. On the way back to the army, thinking of this little good thing, and forgetting the pain of Wu Sangui for the time being, the old face smiled like a chrysanthemum first. This is exactly what the official family is looking forward to, and the solo is triumphant. Eight thousand corpses, what kind of Ah Sanle? Raise your head to look at loyalty and righteousness, and bow your head to think about wages. With 50,000 soldiers, Chen Yuanyuan is the only one. ’

Not only did he not capture Taiyuan, but he was also beaten by the enemy who took off his pants, although the upper body was still intact, but the shame of the lower body made Liu Erhu feel heartbroken.

More than ten days after this ridiculous defeat occurred, Liu Tichun, who had gathered the scattered troops, counted again, and there were still 43,000 people in his hands, but Shaanxi still had 10,000 people from his Dashun army. Knowing that this battle was auspicious and unlucky, how could Liu Tichun, who had spent his life licking blood on the knife all his life, bring those old brothers to adventure? What's more, leaving 10,000 people in Shaanxi at the beginning was a compensation for the psychological trauma that Liu Wenxiu, the king of Shu, was about to face. In fact, Liu Wenxiu has been a good person all his life, loves to help people and mud, and knows how to understand his comrades-in-arms. Thinking about these things, Erhu didn't feel too wronged, but not only did the enmity with Wu Asan have to be avenged, but this hatred also has a tendency to continue to deepen. As a result, a joint letter from Li Jin, Gao Bizheng, Hao Yongzhong and Liu Tichun appeared on Zhu Si's desk. The main content of the letter is to let their idol Zhu Siye give them another idea to make a fortune without being struck by lightning, and to deal with Wu Ahsan's old dog as soon as possible. In fact, Zhu Si is also very concerned about how to get rich, but as for what idea of making a fortune can not be struck by lightning, it mainly depends on whether it rains in those days. Based on this set of theoretical basis, Zhu Si persuaded them to wait two more days when he replied, and there would be no rain in winter, and it was impossible to be struck by lightning.