In front of Shanhaiguan, the war clouds are particularly gloomy.

This war can be called the battle of snakes and scorpions, Liaozhen is a long snake, whether it is a snake head or a snake tail, all of them are extremely fierce and terrifying, and the Dashun army is a more huge scorpion, the left and right wings are like poisonous scorpions, ready to go, the front of the mouth full of sharp teeth from time to time to bite forward, the only slight weakness, it seems that only the strongest scorpion tail.

However, in a sense, the dispatch of the family members of the old camp to attack did have the effect of a fatal blow to the Dashun army, in order to protect their families, these homeless people can also burst out with amazing combat effectiveness, and this poisonous scorpion tail is well deserved.

On the battlefield, the bloody battle was in full swing, after the shelling, the earth was still emitting gunsmoke, and the craters were dense like pockmarks, and in the smoke of gunpowder, suddenly a shadow like a zombie shook and appeared in the eye.

After a few days of cannon fodder career, even the unfashionable Jingying has grown a lot at this time, and it is not like the first day of crazy running, but everyone slows down as much as possible, starting with one person carrying a big piece of wood, and then more than a dozen people follow behind, step by step, as if they are not fighting a life-and-death war, but like an old man going out for a walk.

Even if it's in the face of the muzzle of a black hole.

Leng Mu faced these walking corpses approaching the Ming army, Yuan Dabao's angular face was also as cold as a blizzard, the road was chosen by himself, if these troops in front of him were willing to fight to the death in Jingshi City, they would not have fallen to the status of cannon fodder today, so he didn't sympathize with these people in front of him at all.

Without mercy, as he did every day, Yuan Dabao swung his command knife forward contemptuously.

"Shoot, kill them!"

Bang ~ Bang Bang ~

The white gun marks shot out circular shock wave lines in the air, and finally intersected with the body of the former Ming army marching in front of the battlefield, and in just a few tenths of a second, the trigger was pulled from the hands of the Liaozhen infantry, followed by blood splashing.

Puff~

The high-speed spinning cone-headed bullet in the rifling easily pierced the simple wooden shield in front of it, and then the red-hot steel passed through the hand holding the shield, and the old cotton armor and battle jacket kissed the equally hot chest, and the blood bursting from the heart spurted from the back, spraying the face of the comrades behind him.

Without a snort, the descendant holding the shield fell down, but immediately, his comrades behind him, who were stained with his heart's blood, reached out and picked up the shield in his hand, and continued to march forward without the slightest sadness or regret.

Forced by death, struggling on the line of death every day, these soldiers have become numb.

Rows of gunfire swept past, and one by one the surrendered troops also fell one after another, but the limitations of firearms in this era were still revealed, after paying the price of thousands of people, these surrendered troops still arrived at the front line of the Liaozhen army, and the benefits brought by the slow march along the way were also revealed here, saving valuable physical strength, and suddenly the surrendering army that threw away the wooden shield seemed to be alive, one by one let out a beast-like roar, holding high the broadsword and spear, and slammed into the defensive formation of the Hegang Corps.

Even until the Napoleonic era, the two armies that did not give in to each other still had to be seen with bayonets in the final settlement of the battle, and even until the Second World War, there were large-scale bayonet white-knuckle battles on the Chinese battlefield, and this era relied on the strength of Liaozhen, and it was impossible to completely rely on muskets to solve the battle in such a level of war.

At this time, it is a competition for each other's physical fitness and willpower, the Hegang soldiers are strong and strong, and the strength of the Shun army is one, there are many people!

A cold sword slashed from the head, and the face of the sword-wielding Jingying soldier was full of hideousness, however, his movements were too slow compared to the vigorous Liaozhen elite soldiers, in his desperate roar, the Hegang soldiers who were facing the battle easily dodged, and even the spear stabbed on his empty embrace, poof, the cold steel pierced from the lower abdomen, and inserted from the back, and a sturdy man immediately softened.

However, no matter how strong a person is, there is a limit, and then the wind sounds, the bayonet is still stuck in the human body, looking at the second knife that slashed and killed, the Hegang elite soldier who had nowhere to hide could only grit his teeth and turn his head, and resist with his shoulders, and in the clanging sound, the heavy machete smashed on the cold forging armor, popping out a series of sparks, and bounced the blade back.

But before this man from the white mountains and black waters was glad that the quality of Dongjiang was successful, this time his good luck was exhausted, and a big gun full of rust stabbed out from the side and pierced into his stomach.

The head of the gun was pulled out violently, covering the wound, and the young sergeant Hegang also knelt on the ground with a bloody head, and the soldier of the Beijing camp once again pounced forward like a madman, until a bayonet stabbed him in the chest.

This scene happened to be reflected in Sun Chuanting's telescope, and he couldn't help but shake his head, Sun Chuanting put down the mirror in his hand.

On the other end, Li Zicheng's single eye in the telescope was full of satisfaction.

The snake is indeed fierce, with a head like an arrow and a tail like a whip, waiting for an opportunity to send a human life, but the weakest shortcoming of the snake is its slender body, especially its abdomen, which is seven inches! Liaozhen's military formation was stretched too long, and unless the entire large array was mobilized, the help given to the Chinese army by the two wings was too little and too limited.

It can be said that the Hegang army is the seven inches of Liaozhen, Li Zicheng doesn't even need to break the entire Liaozhen army, he only needs to defeat Sun Chuanting in front of him, and divide the Liao army in half from here, and he wins!

Those surrenders are worthless to him! With their lives, the cannonballs and morale of the Liao army were consumed, and when the time came, he attacked the Chinese army with elite cavalry, and Li Zicheng even had already imagined how to reprimand him for his disrespect after capturing Mao Jue, how to show his generosity and mercy to purge him, and then give him a knighthood in Beijing and build a house or something.

However, just as he was looking at it, more than a dozen cavalry suddenly rushed over in the rear of the huge Shun army formation, and Li Zicheng, who was watching it, couldn't help but chuckle in his heart.

Is Jingshi reversed?

"Humble to meet King Chuang!"

The wound on his back didn't care about wrapping and recuperating at all, and he ran wildly for a few days, with a smell of blood and rotting and suppuration on his body, turned over and dismounted, and crawled with a roll, Xie Junyou cried and rolled under Li Zicheng's horse, holding the horse's legs and screaming miserably.

"Humble duty is useless, humble duty is sinful! The silver that King Chuang ordered to escort to Xi'an was ambushed by Liao Dog in the middle of the road and robbed! ”

In an instant, an old face was flushed, and in his mind, the fifty catties of a huge silver plate were cast in front of his eyes, and the shiny white appearance flashed away, Li Zicheng almost didn't fall off the horse, and a group of guards were so panicked that they were screaming and crying and supporting each other.

"King Chuang! Chuang Wang!"

Finally fixed the gods, Li Zicheng didn't take into account the feelings of his cronies for many years, and angrily pointed at Xie Junyou's head and roared like a wolf.

"Come on, take this waste down to this king! Take it!"

…………

On the battlefield, the roars and screams of the newly attached cannon fodder army were still ringing fiercely, but the originally relaxed Shunjun battalion became tense at this time.

"What? All the money is lost! This is the silver of our Dashun country, Xie Junyou, this waste, Lao Tzu is going to kill him!"

The interests are closely related, once Li Zicheng is officially proclaimed emperor and knighted, then a considerable part of this is more than silver will be rewarded to everyone, Mao Jue moved the cheese of the big guy, and the anger caused by the public can be imagined, this time without waiting for Liu Zongmin to roar, Liu Tichun, a general who does not speak much, has already taken the lead in shouting angrily.

At the mention of silver, Li Zicheng's face couldn't help twitching again, and his single eye was also full of murderous intent.

However, Niu Jinxing couldn't help frowning here, pinching the treacherous mustache on his chin, thinking for a moment, before he hesitated to speak.

"King Chuang, Liaogou's ambush easily defeated Xie Junyou's left front battalion, but is that so?"

"Strategist, isn't this clear? Xie Junyou, a waste and a death-afraid ghost, lost my Dashun's military salary, why do you repeat it? ”

was already irritable, Liu Zongmin muttered dissatisfiedly, and glanced at Li Zicheng's gloomy face.

"Clearly?"

At the mention of this, Niu Jinxing actually snorted arrogantly, even if he became the prime minister of Dashun, he still looked down on these homeless leaders who had never read the book, and he hummed with contempt at Liu Zongmin's stunned face.

"There are 35,000 people in the left front battalion of Xie Junyou, and they are still the old Shaanxi army! At the beginning, he followed King Chuang to fight Kaifeng and Zhu Xianzhen, and Xie Junyou also broke through Zuo Liangyu's rear camp, no matter how bad it is, its combat effectiveness is stronger than that of ordinary officers and soldiers! easily broke through his left front battalion, and even hit him without the strength to fight back! How many troops did Liaogou deploy in the generation of Datong Xuanfu? And the war is imminent, and Mao Manzi also transferred such a strong military force to Datong, just to rob us of this silver? ”

Niu Jinxing's words really stunned the leader of the army, and he was stunned for a few minutes, Liu Zongmin took the lead in shooting the case, full of shock and shouting angrily.

"This hairy barbarian is such a wild thief, he has the idea of fucking fighting Shaanxi!"

If he had broken into the army before, there would be a team of homeless people, and the world would let him walk! Anyway, it's not his anywhere, just like Luoyang City, which was finally defeated, and he doesn't feel distressed if he loses it.

But now, the country is in sight, most of the leaders present are still from Shaanxi, and now everyone wants to finish the war, and then return to their hometown, if there is a change in Shaanxi, the blow to the Dashun army will be much more serious than the loss of more than 40 million taels of silver.

Li Zicheng was just a pain in the flesh just now, but now it is definitely heartache! A big and generous face became more and more serious, pinching his chin, his single eyes were full of fierce light, and Li Shuangxi simply stood up angrily.

"Uncle, we people have worked hard all our lives, just to have a nest to live in, Shaanxi must not lose it! The small one invites an army and returns to Shaanxi immediately! Kill the Mao Man's Liao Dog and leave no armor!"

"King Chuang, Double Happiness is right! Shaanxi can't be lost!"

"The last general is going to fight!"

Niu Jinxing is indeed talented, but he has no strategy, he is clever and pointed out Mao Jue's strategic intentions, but he didn't take into account the actual situation of the Dashun army now, just because of his words, the more than 30 leaders present are all bent on returning to Shaanxi! They are enough to represent a million soldiers.

The military is home! How is the battle still fought?

Fortunately, Li Zicheng is anxious in his heart, he may be in this position, and he is not a hot-headed person, he slapped his face violently, making the entire conference hall silent, looking at the anxious eyes of a group of old guys, he snorted gloomily.

"Brothers, my Lao Li family is also from Shaanxi Mizhi, he Mao Barbarian wants to move Shaanxi, Lao Li and I am also anxious! But his surname Mao has a lot of ghost eyes, he just deliberately made us anxious, if we retreat, the Jingshi that the brothers finally fought down will belong to him! And this old boy is not very ambitious, and there are many cavalry of the Liao barbarians, if he chases us with his ass, it will be really difficult for our old man to go!"

This remark can be regarded as a heart-to-heart! The relationship between the powerful ones is also clear, and Liu Zongmin, Hao Shaoqi and others who listened to it couldn't help but nod their heads.

"Didn't say that! The big guys are all following the king to fight the world, where do you take the idea to fight! Brothers, where they go!"

"That's right, Lord Chuang, you have an idea!"

This is a good thing to say, the anxiety on the faces of a group of people Li Zicheng still sees it in his eyes, and he himself is also anxious, eager to take back his tens of millions of taels of silver, looking around, Lao Li is head heavily.

"Since the old guys all believe in Lao Li, let's rush over and slap this hairy barbarian flat first, so that he knows how powerful our Dashun army is! Then I went back to Shaanxi, I patted my chest, and after I went back, we repaired the house and farmed, and lived in peace! No more wars! ”

Live in peace! What a long-standing and unattainable word, as soon as the words came slowly, everyone's pupils couldn't help but show a look of longing.

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Wu Sangui's lips had already cracked several pieces, and the hideous blood was spreading terrifyingly.

In the past ten days, his Guanning army has suffered a devastating blow again, killing 2,060 and fleeing more than 6,000, such as the majestic Guanning Iron Army today is less than 10,000.

But this battlefield can't help him, whether it is the Shun army or the Liao army, it is like a huge chopping board, sandwiching his little Guanning army meat in the middle, chopping the stuffing or cutting it for others to fiddle with, his voice is hoarse, he hisses and screams in front of the military formation.

Just when his heart was dripping with blood and watching the rows of his troops fall under the bayonets of the Hegang Army, suddenly the sound of gold sounded from behind him like nectar falling from the sky, and the former Ming Surrender Army, which was still fighting, suddenly lost the slightest will to fight, and even took his Wu Sangui's order to heart, and retreated back like a tide.

After a day of fighting, the Hegang Army, who was also out of breath, did not chase after it, and even in some places where the swords, guns, and sticks were in a mess, they directly spread their hands and tacitly retreated to each other.

Although he had withdrawn from the army, Wu Sangui's heart couldn't calm down, he couldn't help but subconsciously raise his head and look at the sun, which was still not much west in the sky, and muttered in amazement.

"It's too early!"

(End of chapter)