On the map, a huge red arrow was directly guided, and it was not easy to get out of the North Pass, and the Qing army fought hard for more than a month without achieving an inch, but was pressed back to the border wall of Liaodong in just a few days.

The Liaodong border wall that the Ming army relied on to defend back then has become the last defensive bottom line of the Qing army today, you must know that Hetuara City is even outside the border fort, there is not much strategic value for Mao Jue, and he did not put down the main force of the Qing army in front of him, and directly attacked there, but if Huang Taiji can't bear this breath, his ancestral tomb will be directly lost!

All along, Mao Jue has behaved as if he was an old fox, this time, he finally showed the blood of a young man, the 190,000 army was desperate, and even the sky was overwhelming.

"Fa Ye !!"

When the first shot, Qingyang Pass, which had already fallen into disrepair, collapsed directly, and the Qing army archers who were ambushed above roared in fear and jumped out from the hills of Guancheng more than ten meters high, and the large and small shrapnel crackled like rain, and a little Jiannu who was only ten years old and had not grown his hair couldn't help but be afraid, poked his head out to take a look, and suddenly, a projectile just fell into his head, his eyes turned white directly, and the little tartar fell convulsively in the dust.

Like a giant war, in mid-air, countless cannons sprayed tongues of fire on the already broken and damaged fortress, and the shrapnel burned and dragged a long tail of black smoke, and finally smashed on the wall, projectiles shot everywhere, sparks flew everywhere, and thick smoke and dust filled the entire battlefield.

It seemed that the ground under his feet was shaken, hiding behind the city, Huang Taiji looked gloomily at the gray smoke rising hundreds of meters high in front of him, and the beard above his lips was faintly revealed.

After three rounds of shelling, the deafening drums sounded again, and in the smoke of gunpowder, I watched rows of forest shadows emerge from the ashes, with guns in both hands, and the Dongjiang infantry like the first iron tower suddenly appeared in front of them, followed by rows of phalanxes advancing neatly.

In the cracks of the phalanx, there were also artillerymen pushing three-pound field guns weighing four or five hundred pounds.

After being bombarded for a long time, it was finally the turn of the Qing army to find some ground, and the Qingyang Pass, which had been bombarded in a small half, was violently spewed out, and it also smashed into the military column of the Dongjiang Army with the same might, and the tumbling shells crashed into the phalanx, and suddenly several people were knocked to the ground like bowling balls.

The shelling happened in the phalanx around him, listening to the screams of his comrades, Xu Dazhuang, who was standing in the second row of the phalanx, trembled violently in his heart.

The sound of the shelling came and went, and it was false to say that I was not afraid! But the entire phalanx was marching forward in the sound of the officer's horn, and the heavy breathing sound one after another, but none of them flinched a step, not only the consequences of desertion, but also the training again and again made the team mechanized and numb, even if there was a sea of swords and fires in front of them, driven by habit, they still had to move forward.

However, the Qing artillery has this advantage, it is not like the Dongjiang cannon with an adjustable body, the entire cannon is fixed on the ground with a tube, remember his landing point, the side of the phalanx behind it gets out of the way, and the hit rate of the next round of artillery bombardment suddenly drops a lot.

Fortunately, it was the Dongjiang Army, if other troops were to adjust the formation so temporarily, the formation would be chaotic.

The Dongjiang River was enough time for three and a half rounds of artillery bombardment, and the Qing army only fought two rounds, and the large army had already rushed to the front of Qingyang Pass.

Huang Taiji also didn't want to give up the position in front of the pass, and was completely pressed into the pass, so he was completely waiting for death, and on the seemingly flat ground, suddenly a rain of arrows rose violently, crackling down to the Dongjiang soldiers in the army.

If Hong Chengchou's troops, this round of blows was enough to collapse them, and for Dongjiang, the sudden blow did startle them, and the first few rows were suddenly shot like scarecrows.

With a bang, an arrow was pierced in his chest, and his heart was cold, Xu Dazhuang sat on the ground all of a sudden, but he couldn't prevent his collar from tightening.

"What kind of bear the, go up and them!"

"Huh? I'm not dead! ”

Xu Dazhuang lowered his head blankly, and with a click, the bent arrow fell from his chest.

Why are the eighteen weapons and hammers rampant in the Song Dynasty, the junior general Yue Yun in "Saying Yue" used a drum urn and a golden hammer, because it was the era of heavy armor soldiers, the Great Song Dynasty Buren armor, dozens of catties, thousands of armor pieces, Tiefutu, is also a heavy armored cavalry, the most extreme is the Xixia mole armor, even if the divine arm bow can't shoot through, the Dongjiang cotton armor is wrapped in stamping armor similar to the Xixia mole armor, as long as it is not shot in the crack of the armor, there is almost no fart.

Shooting in the crack of the armor will indeed hurt, but it is not necessarily dead, when the Mongolian expedition to the west, Genghis Khan's subordinates defended against arrows, and the silk lining was used for a long time, and the Dongjiang army inside would also issue a silk soft armor, and the flexible silk would hold the arrow, and the strength of the shot into the body would also be greatly reduced.

Except for a few unlucky ones who fell to the extreme, the Dongjiang army that was shot into hedgehogs in the first few rows inspired them to be bloody and ferocious, and the formation was a little confused, and they jumped up in stride, and shot at the Qing army's ping-pong pong that was already dozens of meters away from the hidden trench.

Xu Dazhuang's phalanx is in the second row, the first row is all composed of pro-soldier corps, he killed until the time, these ruthless characters have already entered like an awl, and some have even climbed the low and broken city wall, and the Qing army fought on the wall, people are all conformist, the front fight is so fierce, his morale has also been accumulated, according to the Qing army released a shot, but also a spirit jumped off the trench.

Puff~

There happened to be a Jiannu who leaked from the previous wave, just like a scarecrow, countless trainings made Xu Dazhuang almost mechanically pierce the bayonet down, and pierced it in the chest, but at this time he saw clearly that it was a little Jiannu who was only fifteen or sixteen years old, his eyes were full of fear and despair, and he vomited blood outward.

"This ......"

"Beware!"

Bang fire, Xu Dazhuang felt a heat behind his back, and hurriedly turned around but was scared into a cold sweat, and another Xiao Jiannu, who was also about the same size, was carrying a knife towards his neck.

"This fucking old man saves you one last time, and next time you deserve to die on the battlefield!"

Full of rage, he dragged the revolver over, and Xu Dazhuang's formation leader Baihu Mao Liao directly smashed the back of his helmet with a knife, and then rushed forward angrily.

"But, these two are children!"

These words made Mao Xia's footsteps pause, but immediately, he grabbed Xu Dazhuang's collar and directed the knife to turn forward.

"You can fucking see clearly, you have to be your fellow brothers who are bleeding hard, you have the heart to pity them, take pity on your brothers first!"

Just under the two little Jiannu, a black Dongjiang cotton armor was pressed, in front of him, a Jiannu wiped the knife on the neck of a fellow villager in the same village, spitting blood, his hand was still on the Jiannu's eyes, on the other end, the other two brothers of the three-person squad missing him were panicking under the siege of several Jiannu spears and knives, one was agitated, holding a bayonet, and Xu Dazhuang slammed into the crowd in the tiger's roar.

"Die!"

…………

The Qing army is proud of hand-to-hand combat, this battle is also the upper hand, with a large-scale infantry attack, one after another phalanx stretches, at ten o'clock in the morning, the highest pass in Qingyang Pass hung Mao Jue's flying dragon to phoenix general steel iron bone Mao character flag, followed by the next pass building, Yongdao, beacon tower, during the Huang Taiji put into the eight banners of iron from the flank attack, trying to reverse the defeat, but did not break through Mao Jue's military town, in the past the Ming army came out with paper paste of the general military formation here is the sword mountain blood sea.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the Qingyang Pass, the most prominent of the entire eastern Liaodong border wall, officially fell, and on the hills that rose from the ground, the Qing army who had lost their armor dragged the dragon flag with their teeth and claws, and fled backwards with screams. Puff through a cannon even hit Huang Taiji's side.

Seeing the bloody hole covering his chest with his teeth falling in disbelief, and the soldiers around him who were swinging their teeth showing a look of fear for the first time, Huang Taiji couldn't help but sigh, and then waved his face weakly.

"Back then, a small Dongjiang town has now developed such a monstrous disaster! What a mistake I have! ”

"Order, withdraw troops!"

Swinging his teeth immediately followed the dream amnesty, and ran down with a hurried shout.

"The emperor has an order! Retire! Retreat!"

In the jingling gongs and golden sounds, the Qing army headquarters stationed under the mountain also pulled up the banner and retreated southward, and a large piece of the land of the Ming Dynasty was taken back, Qingyang was closed, and the Dongjiang River could go south step by step like Nurhachi back then, and fully defeated the Ming army's Liaodong defense line.

However, from the destruction of the pass, the first battle of Fushun to the fall of Songjinxing and other cities, and the complete capture of Liaodong, the Qing State spent more than 20 years, and Mao Jue did not seem to have more than 20 years to squander.

"Haha! General, this battle has been won, Kaiyuan Tieling, Fushun and Guangning are all in front of us! Liaoyang is also close at hand!"

It's a little crying of joy! He was also one of the survivors of the Liaoyang Massacre, and Shen Rong staggered to Mao Jue, who had just ascended the gate, with a banner on his shoulder, and eagerly greeted him.

"The last general, please live, this Fushun head formation, you must let us dry leaf town to fight, the last general begs you!"

"Old Shen, do you really want to take the lead?"

"Think, think with your life!"

Looking at his excited face, Mao Jue's next words made Shen Rong's arrogance freeze on his face.

"If you want to take the lead, your troops will have to rest at Qingyang Pass now, and let the troops of the huge sea pass first!"

"Come on, give an order, step up the Qingyang Gate, clear all the rubble, pull eighty heavy artillery pieces to enter the front of the whole army, and the rest will be cleaned and rested in Qingyang Pass, and must not be leaked!"

"General! Why! ”

Full of disbelief, Shen Rong kowtowed and asked.

(End of chapter)