For the first time, the arrogant Qing army was also beaten in the face.

In the corner of the battlefield, a pigtailed soldier with a broken leg crawled backwards with his hands in fear, while still using a frightened expression, no matter shouting for mercy in Manchu or something, however, several Dongjiang soldiers with bayonets didn't even blink their eyelids, and they stabbed down with a pop, and in the terrible screams, the pigtailed soldier also turned into a cold corpse, looking at the dark sky with empty eyes.

He really couldn't understand, didn't the old man in the family say that the fight against North Korea was not to rob? Didn't you easily kill Wang Jingcheng last time? Why is this happening?

Not only did he not understand, but Huang Taiji, who was standing on the wall and watching this scene, didn't understand either, after stopping the bleeding for a long time, his nosebleed finally stopped, but a fat face was pale, Huang Taiji really couldn't understand it, Dongjiang was completely different from any Ming army he had fought against, and the reinforcements of Li's North Korea were expected, but what was going on with these little devils? With their joining, it is no longer time to consider whether they can collect the remnants of blood and grab the big dragon, but whether they will be terminated by a wave.

And the game can still come, he is going to fail, the 200,000 army is folded in the Dongjiang River, and the Qing Empire, which has just been established for only a year, can come to an end, not to mention the Ming army with a deep hatred of blood, even those white-eyed wolf Mongols, they have to turn back and bite themselves, right?

The imperial dream of brilliant ambition may have stopped there, and suddenly it was as if he was dozens of years old, and he no longer looked at the scene of the slaughter of the Dongjiang coalition army that cleaned the battlefield with his hands behind his back, and listened to the screams of the children of Jianzhou who were cut off for merit before they died, Huang Taiji leaned his back and turned around and went down the tattered mound.

A red flag guard with a spear always stood guard on the trench, even if Huang Taiji went down the mound did not move, but it didn't take long for the sound of dense footsteps behind him to come into his ears, he couldn't help it, he turned his head slightly, and glanced over to the past, but it made this fierce man who was full of horizontal flesh and beard instantly full of fear and panic.

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On the other hand, the position on the other side of the Dongjiang River, on the southeast side of the Tieshan Highway, is full of lights and is very lively.

To tell the truth, the Dongjiang River did not take advantage of this day, the Qing army could not fight, and there was a shortage of food, and the state declined, even so, the battle loss rate on this day was about 1:15, the Qing army's casualties were around 10,000, and the samurai and Li's Korean troops were as much as 15,000.

If you want the horse to run, you have to give the horse grass! If you want these cannon fodder to charge for the Dongjiang River, you have to give them benefits, so that the reckless men can forget their lives, which is now a big capitalist, and Mao Jue, a big warlord, knows too clearly.

That night, he checked the head and boasted that a head of thirty taels of silver could not only be paid in cash, but also exchanged for a large number of Dongjiang goods. There are also canned food from the Iron Mountain Canning Field, and cigarettes are also sent out in boxes to smoke casually, except for the wine, because it is good to fight is a bottle that is not served, it is simply heaven for these guys.

"Yamashita Ichichiro, behead two levels, reward ten pots, twenty pieces of cloth, fifty cigarettes, Muraguchi Shuang Yifu, behead three levels, reward ten taels of silver, three knives, armor and collar ......"

The smell of smoke is lingering, making people's brain nerves fluttering, and there are piles of things on the spot, someone helps pack them, and send them directly back to the country, and you don't have to worry about it, with the sound of chanting, the camp is simply upside down, around the dedication platform, just look at a circle of smoke and sparks lit there, the eyes of the Japanese warriors holding their heads are glowing with golden light, and there are more than a dozen Japanese Li Chaoren holding cans on the edge of each marching pot to eat.

Just as Chinese instant noodles have become aristocratic food in Africa, the canned fish that the Dongjiang people are tired of eating is simply a delicacy for them, and the delicacy and sparkling real money make a bunch of guys forget all about the bloodshed and horror of this day's decisive battle.

"This smell of smoke!"

Covering her little nose, Adriana frowned delicately, and ran to Mao Jue's side angrily to complain.

"You don't care about them!"

In the banquet hall of the entire Chinese army's big tent, Maori Nobuhide, Kuroda Toshinaga, and Park Ada all had a cigarette in their hands, and they ate noodles there as if they were reincarnated with evil ghosts, and on the other side, Luo Zhige, Wen Meng, and Kong Youde were a little depressed and lit a cigarette and watched, it was rare that this smoke was filled, and Mao Jue endured it, because he was happy in his heart today.

From the first day he understood his situation after crossing, the Qing army had been hanging on his head like a beheading knife, and now although he has not completely solved these guys, he has pressed the Qing army to fight, which has made Mao Jue see hope, or he has won the victory, even if he crosses into the largest meat grinder battlefield at the end of the Ming Dynasty? Lao Tzu can still survive, and he must live with dignity.

"Let them go! I'm glad this day, it's a big deal to finish the Tartars, and I approved your office smoking ban order. ”

"Humph!"

Covering her little nose and deliberately skimming her little brain, in fact, Adriana was also full of smiles.

What a taste of victory!

But just during the banquet, when Mao Jue happily picked up the wine glass, the tent outside the door was suddenly opened, and the two heralds broke in in hurriedly and knelt heavily on the ground.

"General, emergency military situation!"

Return to Garao Mountain, stand on the commanding heights and look down, White Horse Mountain City, Twenty Lipu, Thirty Forts, Victory Fort, a series of castles on the Dongjiang River, the beacon fire and wolf smoke are lit up in turn like a baton.

Jiannu came to reinforcements again?

This idea immediately came to Mao Jue's mind, and was immediately rejected by Mao Jue, not to mention that the Qing army is strong, and the dispatch of 200,000 troops is considered more than half, and it is unlikely that it will come again, even if it comes again, there should be news early, and it should not suddenly break out at night!

Between the frowns, the next forty-mile beacon wolf smoke was burning again, and all of a sudden, Mao Jue slapped his thigh violently!

"Tartar wants to run!"

"Blow the trumpet! Mobilize our Dongjiang headquarters and launch an attack immediately!"

A clever man, the lance grabbed the horn, and the desolate horn suddenly echoed throughout the camp of Jialao Peak, and the Dongjiang generals who followed the climb up were excited and their eyes were red, this day, they didn't have a chance to play, watching people cut off their heads and take silver, and now, it was finally time for them to show their talents!

The torches were lit up one after another, and the battlefield where the corpses were in disarray once again sounded with shouts of killing, and on the earthen wall, several red flag soldiers were still trying to draw their bows to resist, and in the blink of an eye, the gunshots like crackling fried beans directly bombarded them fiercely, and then, with fury and desire for glory, the long-trained Dongjiang Ruishi fought hard, and climbed up without fear of death.

Huang Taiji is not without the queen of the palace, and it is more than half a flag of the eight banners, plus more than 8,000 elites of each banner, if it is the battlefield of Liaodong, these 8,000 elite soldiers are enough to fight the Ming army of 30,000 or 40,000 people, but here, it can't even be hindered for a moment.

"Kill!"

Puff~

Click~

The fire ignited in the camp, and the shouts of killing were imminent in the blink of an eye, and several soldiers knelt on the ground tremblingly and kowtowed.

"Master, let's go! If you don't leave, it's too late!"

However, the unlucky ghost who was left here by lot, the dignified Prince of the Qing Kingdom and Shuoli, and the Great Belle Daishan stroked the old man's beard with a bitter smile.

"Let's go?"

"The emperor ordered me to stay, am I leaving? Even if he escapes back and ends up with Amin, the old man might as well die here!"

As he spoke, there was already a snort outside the tent, and a stream of blood sprayed directly into a curtain, and the two pro-soldiers saw that they couldn't leave, so they were brutal, and they simply drew their knives and rushed out, but they were followed by two gunshots.

It is the same as the autumn hunt, the overall situation has been decided, and the best prey is left to the most noble characters to hunt, for a while, the Qing army camp has fallen, and the Huanglong tent of the Emperor Taiji was dedicated to Mao Jue by the generals, full of uniforms, holding a revolver, Mao Jue is eyes like electricity, pointing to the head of a swinging tooth and a pro-soldier came in, and his whole body was already trembling like sifting chaff, the pro-soldier was stepping backwards, but seeing Dai Shan sitting behind him, he was a brute force rising, and suddenly turned the knife again.

"Han dog, kill ......"

Bang~

Directly the head bloomed, and the person fluttered and softened on the ground, although he knew that it was unlikely, Mao Jue still pointed the muzzle of the gun with gunsmoke at Dai Shan.

"Huang Taiji?"

Just now, he was full of momentum, but looking at his own soldiers, he was as strong as a little calf, and he was paralyzed on the ground, his brain was broken, and his hands and feet were still twitching.

"Return, Mao Man......, Lord Mao's ......, General Mao! In the next generation, it's not the emperor's ......"

The look of disappointment was beyond words, and Mao Jue waved his hand with interest: "Catch it." ”

hurriedly walked out of the tent, and could still see the beacon fire and wolf smoke in the northwest, and then Mao Jue smashed his fist on the totem pole full of people around him in annoyance, and said cruelly.

"Can't run!"

I really can't run! On one side, most of the fortresses of the Dongjiang River have not been uprooted, and there is always a price to pay for killing people in the tower, and now, Huang Taiji has tasted this bitter fruit.

In the mountains and fields, more than a dozen Mongolian cavalry dragged their horses and fled in panic, but in an instant, in the middle of the mountain villages, a stream of gunfire erupted violently, and in the sound of popping bullets, five or six Tartars were directly knocked to the ground and fell to death under the horse, and the rest did not dare to resist, so they turned over and knelt under the horse, kowtowing desperately.

On the main road of the Dongjiang River, thousands of defeated soldiers fled forward in a daze, the defense tower was frantically sanctioning him, the red-hot shrapnel in the night sky was like a meteor, crackling and falling in the crowd, and any tactical actions to dodge and evade were gone, and the Qing army, which was completely frightened by the bow bird, was slaughtered by artillery and muskets, and the corpses were left behind.

The night march was originally a difficult problem for later generations, not to mention that it was still under overwhelming sniping, and it was less than ten kilometers away from the front line of Jialao Mountain, and Huang Taiji's 120,000 troops were scattered, and they were even more defeated by this artillery attack.

But the scattered Qing soldiers and the artillery fire of the fortress also brought problems to Mao Jue's pursuit, and the pro-corps who ran on the Dongjiang Highway had to carry dozens of Maozi flags, each flag was followed by two braziers raised high to illuminate, and the scout cavalry ran to break their legs and went to various mountain forts in advance to bring out all the defenders of the Dongjiang River, and the provincial artillery was injured by mistake.

This is also the last battle!

In the second half of the night, the pursuit began, and when they reached the edge of the Yalu River, it was almost noon the next day, and only more than 20,000 pro-corps of the Dongjiang troops carrying the banner arrived at the battlefield first.

Looking down through the telescope, the huge riverside has been crowded into the sky, some of the horses are holding the neck of the horses and swimming to the west, and those without horses are dozens of people vying for all kinds of wood and wooden rows, at this time, a large group of people have crossed the river, however, there are still more than 50,000 or 60,000 Jiannu troops crowded at the ferry.

Moreover, what is surprising is that the right front tooth fort of the Dongjiang River has not yet fallen, and the artillery fire is constantly pouring artillery fire on the Qing army in the river, forcing the Qing army to avoid this shallow water area and risk swimming in the deep water, and the screams of the Qing army that were washed away resounded across the huge river.

Seeing this scene, Mao Jue was really overjoyed, waved his hand violently, and commanded loudly behind him.

"Hurry up, lift up!"

In the roar of dozens of people and a group of efforts, the heavy Hongyi cannon was pushed to the Red Pine Mountain, there was no shortage of cannons anywhere in the Dongjiang River, and the muzzles of more than a dozen cannons from nearby fortresses were aimed at the flag cavalry who were still patrolling on horseback and did not know which flag cavalry, Mao Jue gave an order, and suddenly erupted.

It was simply the roar of the gods, the cruel force tore the rearguard cavalry into pieces at once, and this round of artillery was like a drop of water dripping into the hot oil, so that the right side of the Qing army that was already panicked completely collapsed, on the riverside, some Qing troops directly cut down other horsemen with a knife, and then held the bloody war horses, crackling and swimming into the river, and some simply jumped directly into the river, trying to swim over, and plunged into the river and disappeared without a trace.

Even so, Mao Jue didn't intend to let them go, the cannon sounded, and the Dongjiang pro-soldier garrison troops who were drawn into a three-line column also rushed out with a roar, and the bright bayonets forward, Daoshan roared forward and launched a charge.

It's exactly the same as in the blockbuster movie, the Ming Empire that once fought was trembling and dissatisfied with the Eight Banners, and now it is also timid like a flock of sheep, and it can't organize a decent resistance at all, the edge of contact between the two armies, a bloody line is terrifyingly flowing, and the bayonet piercing forward is like a slaughtering machine, when all the people crowded in front of it are slaughtered to the ground in the crackling, and the killing is rising, Wen Meng, this thing still picks up a Jiannu officer who still screams and doesn't listen, and slams behind him.

The rainbow of blood waved in the air.

Mao Jue's gaze was no longer here, and his binoculars were staring excitedly and cruelly at the other side of the river, also looking at the terrified Qing army, especially the dozen or so listless yellow dragon flags.

Huang Tai Chi!

"Why hasn't the boat of the Yalu River patrol team come yet!"

Looking at it anxiously, Mao Jue kept roaring irritably.

But at this time, Mao Li Sakura led more than a dozen personal guards, carrying a bundled tooth-swinging soldier, pushed and dragged him up the mountain, and threw it at Mao Jue's feet.

"General! This Tartar said he had brought a letter from the Tartar lord and wanted to see you!"

"Huang Taiji wrote to me?"

At this point in time, Mao Jue was really surprised, he took it with his hand, tore open the cover, and a few dignified small regular scripts came into his eyes.

Just by looking at it, the expression on Mao Jue's face froze there.

The Yalu River is still roaring at their feet, and the completely collapsed Qing army is kneeling on the river beach in groups, and some of them will not dodge even if they are stabbed with a bayonet by the red-eyed Dongjiang army, and the military prestige they have accumulated for more than ten years has disappeared, and now it is the turn of the Dongjiang River!

On the riverside, the angry Wen Meng's shouting voices also came and went, the bullets kept falling into the water, and the Qing troops who swam across the river also rolled up like electrocuted fish.

Today, the water of the Yalu River is red!

(End of chapter)