Damn, there are only 70,000 or 80,000 soldiers and horses in this Liaoyang city, less than half of his own troops, and whether it is fighting spirit or courage, he is not enough to compare with his own subordinates, how can he not take the opportunity to take this important town of Liaoyang because he is afraid of paying sacrifices.

As a general, Ci is not in charge of the army, and Encore delays the fighter because he cherishes the lives of his subordinates?

These soldiers who have traveled thousands of miles to follow their own arrival, in the final analysis, are just some chips on the gambling table, and they must be all bet on when they should be bet on everything, and it is too normal to sacrifice their lives and blood in order to win and defeat the enemy army as soon as possible.

When the two armies fight, there is actually no axiom to talk about at all, except for taking a living.

"Pass on my military order, the whole army will continue to attack, if it rains heavily, continue to attack the city with guns and shields! If there is a retreat, it will not be spared! ”

"Order!"

"Send me another order, if it is dark, we must continue to attack, we must not give the enemy soldiers in the city a chance to breathe, we must completely destroy them at any cost!"

"Order!"

As soon as the Tang Army's military order was issued, the attack became more and more urgent, and the dense sound of popping beans continued until the heavy rain poured down.

Lightning and thunder, violent storms, the entire Liaoyang City seemed to be a boat suddenly soaked in the turbulent ocean, struggling violently in the stormy waves, tossing up and down.

And in this heavy rain, the Tang army kept pouring into Liaoyang City like a raging flood.

The Qing troops guarding the streets and trenches were horrified to see that the Tang army was coming in the face of heavy rain, and those soldiers had already withdrawn, and at the front was a long row of fine iron shields, arranged in an impermeable shield array, lined up in a very neat and solemn straight line. The two rows of thick and sharp spikes on the big shield were like the fingertips of the god of death, and they wanted to fight people.

And behind each big shield, there is a spearman who is ready to stand with a gun, and the three-sided blood groove head of the 4-meter stainless steel spear is resting in the middle of the top of the big shield, flashing with a clear cold light, like a poisonous dragon ready to attack. And behind each spearman, the spearman was still being prepared, and he was standing behind him, eager to try.

As for the gap between the two sides, there are more heavy armored infantry of the Tang Army wearing heavy steel armor, holding tiger guns, tiger knives, thick-backed military sickles, long-handled knives and other heavy weapons, and the whole body is wrapped in steel, only two eyes are exposed, and they are armed to the teeth like mecha monsters. They held firmly at both ends, and the fierce murderous aura that had been in battle for a long time was like a tiger that chose an opportunity to devour people, as if they were waiting for them to come out of the trench to meet the battle, and they tore them to pieces.

In the pouring rain, the spear and shield battle arrays of the Tang army that surged up quickly exchanged hands with the enemy troops who were still dead in the trenches.

Under the heavy rain, the Tang army attacking from outside the trench had no time to gain a firm foothold on the slippery mud ground, so they immediately attacked, and a steel spear with a cold light flashed out, fiercely attacking the Qing army on the opposite side.

"Puff puff ......"

The dull pop of a spear piercing into a human body immediately rang out.

At least more than 300 Qing soldiers who took the lead in the battle, either in the face, neck, or chest, were pierced through by the sharp and heavy spears, and in the trenches, the screams of the Qing soldiers dying sounded at the moment.

At the same time, the Tang Army rampant members guarding both sides of the gun and shield battle array also immediately began to attack. Like mecha monsters, they let out a terrible howl, like crazy beasts, quickly rushed into the Qing army's formation, slashing and killing mercilessly.

The clanging of knives and guns, the popping of spears into flesh, the porphyries of bones being cut or smashed, and the screams of soldiers dying or seriously wounded, immediately rang out.

The blood in the trenches quickly piled up and overflowed, trickling down, washed away by the rain into a terrifying river of blood. This circular trench, which was no more than two miles long, immediately became a hell on earth in terms of flesh-and-blood combat.

The two armies of Tang and Qing fought desperately, the sound of killing shook the sky, venting the most primitive hatred and ferocity to each other, everyone knows that the current situation is really two rats fighting in the acupoint, either you die, or I die!

With the passage of time, such hand-to-hand battles began to develop in an increasingly brutal and bloody direction.

Swords and guns, flesh and blood flying, both Tang and Qing sides, there were constantly fighting soldiers, screaming and wailing and falling. What is surprising is that compared with the Tang army, which was extremely disciplined and organized, and was on the offensive, the number of casualties of the Qing army on the main side was almost three times that of the Tang army.

The wounded, who had fallen in a pool of blood and were still dead on the muddy rain, were still wriggling on the muddy rain, and the people behind were already rushing forward impatiently, one after another with their feet in military boots, trampling them under their feet until they were trampled into a thin sheet of human skin.

The irrational and ferocious primitive fighting, the extremely cruel and merciless battle, the entire trench is the Abi Hell, the Shura battlefield. A terrible river of blood gradually gushed out from the ground, converging with the rain, becoming thicker and thicker, and the shocking red color gradually did not reach the ankles, slippery and greasy, and it made people frightened.

In the muddy and slippery pool of blood, the Qing army, which was in a chaotic formation, became more difficult to stand firmly, and many people stumbled and fell to the ground as soon as their feet slipped. At this moment, a sharp spear would be like a deadly chain in the hands of the god of death, flashing with cold light and roaring, piercing his heart quickly and accurately.

What is even more tragic is that if the fallen Qing army fails to stand up immediately, it will be trampled to death by the Qing army who frantically rushed behind them, just like those wounded.

The soldiers on both sides of the Tang and Qing dynasties fought desperately in the trenches, allowing the god of death to harvest their lives frantically, but the commanders of both sides were expressionless. Coldly with a clairvoyant mirror, looking at everything through the heavy rain.

Compassion is not in charge of the army, cold-blooded and fierce, ruthless and iron-blooded, which are the necessary qualities of every qualified general. These soldiers who fought for their lives were not human beings at all, they were just chips in exchange for the final victory, and they had to be used without hesitation when it was time to push them to the table.

The soldiers on the battlefield are the most despicable creatures in the world, and they are also the shortest-lived species, their lives are as cheap as grass and as light as a feather, as if they are not worth mentioning at all. The survival time of every soldier who fights selflessly in this Shura field can only be calculated in minutes and seconds. And they fight desperately on the bloody and cruel battlefield, constantly consuming the most precious lives, and their only value is only for the sake of the final victory.

Illusory victory, eternal death.

One will be a success!

Of course, compared with the battle losses of the Tang army, the losses of the Qing army far exceeded them. Seeing his own soldiers, like playing a game of stacking corpses, in front of the Tang Army's terrifying shield, constantly stacked higher and higher, Prince Zheng Jierharang, who was watching the battle from a distance, was calm on the surface, but his heart was as painful as a knife.

Tens of thousands of soldiers filled in, and nearly an hour passed in the hand-to-hand combat in the trenches of this narrow street, and the imaginary victory, the imaginary collapse and escape of the Tang army, was still far away.

On the contrary, the Tang Army's gun and shield battle array, coupled with the cooperation of the Tang Army's heavy armor and rampant infantry on both sides like mecha monsters, is like a cruel and sophisticated killing machine. This terrible machine, which was running at full strength, was harvesting the lives of the Qing soldiers who rushed over like flies so quickly and efficiently. Shuo Tuo's visual observation showed that the ratio of battle losses of the two armies basically remained four for one, or even five for one.

You must know that although the Qing army is still numerous, it is really difficult to withstand such an almost endless rapid attrition, not to mention that there seems to be no end in sight to such attrition.

And even if you worry about yourself, what's the point?

Now I can only gamble.

Get on the table, and Encore is free to pull out. Now Zilharang can only bet on his own army that he can hold out until the Tang army collapses. For this goal, even if it is worth paying a painful and heavy price.

It's just that, looking at the current stalemate of the battle, can your own side really hold out until this moment?

Zilharang's heart is completely bottomless.

It is easy to shake the mountain, but it is difficult to shake the Tang army!

In fact, Zilharang didn't know that at this moment, Monk An, the commander of the Tang Army, who was watching the battle from a distance, was also depressed and heavy.

Seeing the spearmen, shield soldiers, and rampant team members who were fighting desperately but kept falling down in this trench, although Duan Shidi was extremely cold on the surface, his heart was like a knife.

These loyal and brave soldiers, they followed themselves, in this scorching summer, from the south, all the way across the sea, in the hinterland of the Qing Dynasty after fighting closely, before the triumphant song played, many of them, but today, in this heavy rain of Liaoyang City, in this bloody trench, to the end of their lives.

Since the ancient soldiers died in the battle, the generals have always died immediately.

Although the old saying goes, seeing so many fresh and brave lives disappearing in front of him one after another, the heaviness and pain in the heart of Coach Monk An are still difficult to express in words.

Although the battle loss ratio of the existing side is now only about a quarter of that of the Qing army, these loyal, tenacious and battle-hardened Tang Army soldiers, they could have a better and more meaningful future, and if they could all live well, how good would it be......

It's just that there is no sympathy on the battlefield, there is no benevolence on the battlefield, the battlefield only believes in life and death, the battlefield only believes in courage, blood and perseverance, and only the one who grits his teeth and fights to the end and perseveres to the end is the ultimate winner.

Perhaps, this is fate.

The fate of these soldiers, the moment they stepped onto the battlefield, was actually predestined. And the only thing that can comfort these heroic soldiers who died in the end is the generous pension and reward of the Tang Army, as well as the monthly sacrifice of the Martyrs' Shrine in the future, which can more or less eliminate the lingering grief of their families.

Of course, the Tang Army is now a large land and a large population, and there will be a steady stream of new recruits who will continue to be replenished, inherit their legacy, inherit their spirit, and continue to fight valiantly against all the enemies of the Tang Army. The newly joined soldiers, together with their surviving comrades, avenge them and fight for them, so that their heroic souls can truly rest in heaven......

At this point in the battle, both Tang and Qing sides had no way to retreat, and the only thing was to see who could hold out to the end.

Barbarism, bloodshed, killing, life and death are the only tone of Liaoyang City in the heavy rain. The clanging of swords, the dull pop of piercing into the human body, the porphyry of slashing bones, and the screams of the dead and wounded soldiers, mingled in one place, like the joy of death, and spread everywhere with the air filled with the smell of blood and the smell of water in the human body.

As the sky grew darker and darker, the formation of the Tang army began to change, and many infantry began to jump up to the head of the city to attack the chaotic defenders at the head of the city.

"I'm descending! Brother Tang Jun, we are willing to surrender! “

In fact, now, as the Qing army retreats to the city, only those temporarily recruited young men are still stationed at the head of the city, and the head of the city that they were attacked by the Tang army has long been without the slightest ambition, and everyone only wants to surrender and save their lives.

Their voices were terrified, and they shouted loudly at the Tang troops who were surrounding them.

It's just that under this heavy sky, although they almost shouted out their throats, no one in the Tang army stopped the attack and killing operation.

No one cares about their surrender.

The red-eyed Tang army, who had killed them, vented their anger and endless hatred in their hearts, slashed and stabbed with guns, flesh and blood flew sideways, and the Qing army at the head of the city that was surrounded by all sides was young and strong, and they were almost quickly killed.

Seeing that the Tang army was like a ruthless killing machine, quickly and non-stop harvesting the lives of its own soldiers, the defenders at the head of the city were frightened, and they wailed and abandoned their swords and begged on their knees.

Rao was like this, but the Tang army had no mercy for them and continued to massacre them cold-blooded and precisely. For a time, on the entire Liaoyang city wall, the corpses were quickly in disarray, the heads were rolling, and blood overflowed the entire wall and horse road.

When the sky was completely dark, the defenders on the east, west, and north walls were quickly wiped out, leaving only tens of thousands of Qing troops in the city, still dying in the heavy rain.

At this point in the battle, both sides of the enemy and the enemy have lost their formation and control, and they are almost completely fighting on instinct.

The night is dark, lightning and thunder, whenever the miserable white lightning crosses, you can vaguely see that in every street and alley in Liaoyang City, the Tang army and the Qing army are fighting to the death, slashing each other, flesh and blood, the roar of force, the screams of dying and the sorrow of horses, suddenly resounding in one place, in the middle of the night in this Shura realm, the two sides of each other's war, fully demonstrate the incomparable hatred and ferocity of human beings towards their own kind.

Among them, the one who was particularly resentful was the commander of the Qing army, Jierharang.

At this time, he clenched his teeth and personally swung his knife into battle, screaming and fighting hard, with a twisted and extremely distorted resentment.

Up to now, they have completely lost control of the whole situation, and the Qing troops scattered all over Liaoyang City can only fight on their own, resigned themselves to fate, and fight with the spear and shield battle formations of the Tang army in this darkness.

In such a chaotic and brutal battle, as the commander of the Qing army, Zilharang's combat orders could not be passed on at all, and he could only watch his subordinates being attacked and killed by the Tang Army branch. Even, including himself, there were only hundreds of elite white swing teeth guards around, desperately resisting, besieging and killing the attacking Tang soldiers from all sides.

Under the dark curtain and in the pouring rain, no one knew how desperate the commander of the Qing army, the Prince Zheng of the Qing Dynasty, was in his heart.

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