Bo Jilie Wan Yan also stood at the top of the second chest wall of the Qingzhou Army, looking ahead with a gloomy face.

Last night's night attack, the Dajin soldiers were easily embedded in the defense line of the Qingzhou soldiers, but they did not collapse directly, on the contrary, there were many guys who were not the main force at first glance wielding various weapons to concentrate on the breakthrough, and under the leadership of a few elites, they blocked the pursuit of the Dajin soldiers.

As always, the trenches behind the breastwork limit the play of the Dajin soldiers, although the experienced Dajin soldiers in the melee have obvious advantages, but in the case of not being able to line up, this advantage cannot be turned into victory, and the Jin soldiers can only try to kill every Han they suddenly encounter, slowly infiltrating the front like a bull.

Until the last strength was exhausted, the pursuit had to be stopped.

After a night of fierce fighting, someone below made a rough statistics, and the real Jurchens who participated in the night attack and the soldiers and horses that were used to expand the results of the battle were lost more than 100 and less than 200.

The Han people killed were about 1,000, and the Qingzhou soldiers defeated were naturally more, but if the pursuit failed, there was no way to reap a greater victory, and the Jin army could only watch those routs escape smoothly into the third low wall defense line.

This situation is really irritating. Dajin's whole division came, and after fighting for so long, he only broke through two earthen walls, and there were three more in the back, and there was still the Yellow River in the back, and it is estimated that there was an earthen wall behind the Yellow River.

"The cannon is far away, don't stand on it." Wanyan Zongbi stood in the trench under the breastwork, and said to Wanyan Xian, who was looking far away: "It's too dangerous. ”

"What did the Qingzhou soldiers who surrendered say?" Wan Yan Xian also replied disdainfully: "They also said that the cannon could not be hit accurately, even the elite gunners had to put people close before they could fight." ”

"Then you have to pay attention to ......, forget it, let's get down to business." Wanyan Zongbi still wanted to persuade again, but he also felt that it seemed really unreliable to shoot a person from such a distance.

I can't even see it clearly.

"It's time to attack." Wanyan Zongbi said: "There are only ten days left for the army's food, we can't drag it out any longer, hurry up and break through the defense line of the Qingzhou thieves and grab it well, otherwise we can only collect our troops and return to the division." ”

Wan Yan Xian also agreed to attack, but there was always a voice in his heart, constantly reminding him not to go deeper, it was too dangerous, retreat quickly! Evacuate!! Evacuate !!

can be analyzed rationally, and Wan Yan Xian can't think of where the danger is.

Whether it's a cannon or a musket, it's really scary when you first see it, but after a little understanding, the battle-hardened generals and elite troops are not unable to find a way to fight it.

As for the rest, the maze-like terrain is really irritating, but it's just annoying.

This is a hassle and not a danger.

What other reason is there for the invincible Daikin army to retreat at a time like this?

The news just came that in the south, the troops personally commanded by Tianhui Khan had also broken through the two earthen walls, and the casualties there were also not large.

Dajin came with all his divisions and walked to the edge of the Yellow River, and if he didn't grab anything in the end, it would be too serious to lose points politically.

Wan Yan Xian also wants to be the Khan King of Dajin after Tianhui Khan.

"Let's attack again." Wan Yan Xian also ordered: "Since time is pressing, don't stop to rest these days." ”

The commander of the North Road of the Jin Army made up his mind:

"The first soldiers and the Tartar soldiers (born Jurchens) can take turns to rest, and the others are not allowed to stop until they fill all the trenches, and they will throw their bodies into the trenches when they are tired!"

Wanyan Zongbi nodded: "That's it!" ”

The slave soldiers and a few Han Chinese soldiers died a little more, and they could save some rations.

Anyway, if Qingzhou is broken, just grab more slaves to fill the labor gap.

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Half an hour later, the Jin army attacked again, this time the shield chariot array simply walked behind, and in front of it were tens of thousands of emaciated slaves and traitors, who did not carry any weapons, and kept throwing dirt bags into the trenches or horse traps in Qingzhou under the pressure of the Jurchen armor soldiers.

The dense crowd cleared the offensive route for the shield car array like ants moving, and they seemed to be sure that the Qingzhou soldiers would not counterattack, but would only defend the earthen wall, so their own vigilance was not high.

In one morning, the Jin army advanced less than a mile.

But this is much faster than yesterday, even at noon, when the weather is at its hottest, the Tartars do not stop to rest, and countless slaves are still working under the force of the blades.

It's just that with a serious lack of nutrition and rest, their efficiency has been significantly reduced.

Standing behind the third line of defense of the breastwork in Qingzhou, you can even clearly see that people on the opposite side began to fall from heat stroke, and then they were killed by the overseer's armor soldiers, the corpses were stripped naked, and the tattered clothes would be sent to the back to make dirt bags, and the corpses were filled into the nearby trenches.

As the time drew to pass (three o'clock in the afternoon) and the sun began to become less unbearable, the Jin army's advance began to accelerate slightly, with which they could reach the impact distance in front of the third breastwork before dark, and then use the shield car array to break through the Qingzhou army's defense.

However, a piercing whistle suddenly sounded on the front of the Qingzhou army front, and the slave soldiers who were busy and the Jurchen armor soldiers who were guarding them raised their heads blankly, and found that hundreds of Qingzhou soldiers jumped out of the crooked trench less than ten meters in front of them.

"Fire!"

"Fire!"

"Fire!"

The squad leaders in charge of the command gave orders one after another, and the muskets in the hands of all the combat teams roared, and the crowd standing in front of the shield car formation that could not hide fell down.

Xu Shiyang also learned the lessons of the previous battle, no longer stubbornly defending the chest wall defense line that would definitely be breached, and began to look for opportunities to launch a short counterattack.

Now is the right time, these soldiers of the New Army were specially transferred back from the west bank of the Yellow River last night to prevent accidents.

Today, the Tartars were behind, but the slaves and a few soldiers were left in front to fill the pits, which naturally became an excellent target for the new army's counterattack.

Moreover, the Tartar has been basking in the summer sun for several hours, and his energy and physical strength have reached the limit, and he has not even been able to find the Qingzhou soldiers lurking within ten meters of him along the traffic trench.

Therefore, as soon as the two sides played each other, the winner was decided.

Xu Shiyang concentrated on the two battalions of Dingyuan and Zhenyuan to select the front soldiers and the flintlock musketeers (the flintlock pistols have no open flame, not easy to expose, and the supply of bayonets is insufficient, only the flintlock muskezeers have bayonets, and the arquebus is not yet yet), a total of 800 people launched a counterattack, and after the flintlock musketeers fired a round in a small group, the flintlock soldiers immediately overtook them and launched a counterattack against the exhausted Jin army.

Behind them, about a thousand militia elites began to cross the breastwork to support the drafters.