The next few days of fighting were a lot more lively.

Every day, on the position of Mount Garau, the cannons sprayed blazing fire, and heavy iron balls fell like rain on the blazing land of the three thousand miles of rivers and mountains.

In the past three days, Huang Taiji can be regarded as convinced, if according to the cost of the Ming Ministry of Industry, Mao Jue is enough to smash down millions of taels of shells, the whole battlefield was beaten like pockmarks, everywhere you can see the size of a fist, hard iron balls inlaid in the ground, a Dongjiang Highway main road appeared is bombed like a fried dough sticks sprinkled with sesame seeds.

It seems that human life is worth more than artillery shells, even if an average of five or six cannons can collapse a person, and it may not be killed, but on the first day, the Qing army still paid thousands of casualties, the wounded covered their broken limbs and lay behind the camp moaning, the corpses of the dead dyed the ground a few hundred meters in front of the town red, not to mention the coating, even if the Eight Banners of Manmeng themselves are related.

At the beginning of the next day, Huang Taiji also had to raise the reward, as long as a cover trench was dug, the flag was directly raised, and a certain amount of grain and silver was rewarded, and at the same time, the battalion was ordered to cut wood, and a large number of lug carts were built to protect the troops who went out to dig, and finally the Mongolian light cavalry that contained the Dongjiang army in Luocun and highlighted the miraculous effect was also pulled out, and every day, these troops were ordered to contain the Dongjiang army from both flanks with a rain of arrows.

The cannonballs and feathered arrows flying in the sky left a piece of shadow, the Mongolian horses galloping on the battlefield shed pieces of sweat and blood, and the coats hiding behind the carts were desperately picking at the ground, rumbling from time to time, even the big wooden carts were also exploded under the impact of the cannonballs, and the flying sawdust sprayed down a large piece of the coated minions, and the people behind turned around and ran away in panic, and soon they were driven to push the new carts out to dig trenches, as for those bleeding on the ground, some of them were even only unconscious and did not die, He was thrown directly under the earthen wall in front of the trench and buried.

Human nature is dark and terrible here, if you carry these wounded people back, not only will you risk the shelling of two shells back and forth, you may risk your own life, but also make the Eight Banners unhappy, as long as you can protect yourself, these coats have turned into beasts.

The battle was going on slowly in this dreary and restless.

As July approached, Mao Jue himself couldn't remember whether it was the fifth or sixth day, and the trench of Jiannu was finally dug under his feet.

It is impossible to dig out the trenches of the entire battlefield, the workload is too great, only three trenches zigzag through the Dongjiang Highway, as of the foot of the Garao Mountain more than 80 meters away, and it is a horizontal northward digging of dozens of meters for the use of the troops, the pit is more than half a meter deep, and there is a more than half a meter high covering earth wall on the pit, this simple thing, but it is a good shade of the Qing army, so that Mao Jue's cannon lethality is reduced I don't know how much.

Although these were the lives of more than 2,000 clothed blood, more than 600 soldiers of the Eight Banners, and more than 500 Mongolian cavalry, with the simple completion of the trench, the situation on the battlefield was completely changed, and the Qing army changed from the defensive side to the offensive side.

The sunset gradually turned red like blood, slowly sinking the horizon in the direction of Liaodong, and both the cannons of the Dongjiang River and the coats of the Qing army were withdrawn, and the entire battlefield seemed to be calm again.

Yet everyone knows that this is the dead silence before the storm!

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June 21, the tenth year of Chongzhen, Dongjiang, Jialao Mountain battlefield, early morning.

In the camp of the Qing army, which had been silent for a few days, early in the morning, the heavy cowhide and snare drum was a shocking rumble, and the Jiannu troops with big shoulders and round waists, with iron leaf Luo ring armor and bald pigtails, recklessly climbed up from the ditches where they were lying down, gathered in front of a big black cauldron, greedily stuffed the boiled minced porridge into their stomachs, everyone knew that this was a bloody battle, and every penny of food energy was the hope of whether they could survive in this Shura field.

On the side of the earthen wall, some more hardcovered, fierce brute courage was gathered here, I don't know whether it was nervous or excited, on their bare heads, one by one the blood vessels bulged, and a pair of eyes looked feverishly at their emperor, their Great Khan, Huang Taiji!

At this time, the mobilization order of the Jianzhou Jurchen was far from being mixed with so many Han allusions, and there was no need to quote a lot of scriptures first, which was short, exquisite and bloody.

"Fengtian carries the emperor's edict! Those who break through the formation first will be rewarded with one level of future, one hundred taels of silver, Tieshan will grab three days first, give twenty coats to Ahha, and those who will win a dog cannon will have a two-level future, a thousand taels of silver, and those who will be promoted to Niu Lu are true, and those who escape from the battle will be killed! The family sent Ningguta as a slave! Chin!"

The big blade swung forward fiercely, and Azig also shouted angrily.

"There is no advance or retreat! The thief is rewarded, and the escapee is dead, do you understand? ”

"Wow!"

With an ordinary sound, thousands of barbarian armor soldiers, the dead soldiers of the Han Eight Banners knelt on the ground fiercely, kowtowing their heads with their smooth heads, looking at this scene, Huang Taiji nodded with satisfaction again, and then turned back again.

His gaze fell on the Mao Jue artillery position on the tarmac halfway up the mountain!

Almost at the same time, Mount Garau, the former mountain crater command center.

A large stack of canned food bottles made of bamboo was stacked on the thick wooden table, the fish oil at the corner of his mouth was not bothered to wipe it, and Mao Jue's fingers slammed the steel bar on the map like that.

"Do you get it?"

With the same solemn face and a huge sea, Kong Youde and dozens of other generals suddenly stood upright, and suddenly clasped their right fist on the heart of their left chest.

"Rest assured, the general will not fail in his mission!"

After the roar, he picked up his matching knife and carried his helmet in his right hand, and the generals of the Dongjiang River also scattered with a bang, running down the position along the staggered and crisscrossing road.

As soon as he walked out of the tent, the loud howl of the Qing army camp on the opposite side was already roaring, and he could vaguely see behind the trench, the rushing crowd was like a mouse driven out of the hole by an earthquake, and he couldn't bear the tension and excitement in his heart, Mao Jue slammed his fist and smashed it on the cannon next to him.

It's been a few days, waiting for this moment, Luo Cun didn't have an effect, and took the initiative to invite Liu Da, who was transferred to the front line, the thick eyebrows were also staring at the front line, beside him, the flintlock pistol held in the hands of the sergeant was already hot and damp, and some of the sergeants couldn't stop shaking before the battle.

In my ears, the dull footsteps of the mouse passing through the hole are getting louder and louder, like the prelude to a horror movie, which makes people unrelaxed.

Suddenly, the footsteps stopped abruptly, and before the sergeants could get used to it, a tooth-aching taut sound came out again.

It's exactly the same as the battle method of the Salhu War back then, the baptism of bows and arrows!

I have to say that the clear bow of this era has reached a peak of the cold weapon era, and the big bow composed of horns, tendons, and glue is even more complicated than a flintlock pistol, and it is too normal for a high-quality bow to take a year or two, even if it is an ordinary clear bow, it will take more than half a year, but the protracted production has also brought enough income, and the most elite border army firearms corps of the Ming Dynasty has been on the battlefield for a long time is falling apart under this rain of arrows.

"Dodge the arrows!"

Commanders at all levels let out a hoarse roar, and in an instant, like a conditioned reflex, most of the Dongjiang soldiers slammed their heads down, blocking the gauntlet on their right arm, and the next second, the crackling heavy arrow smashed down fiercely.

The sound of puff came and went, and there were more than one or two of these fires, and the cone-headed arrows specially used to break the armor fell with a crackling sound, and the Dongjiang sergeants continued to fall down with a groan, and the arrows were thrown, and this musket was indeed incomparable.

However, according to the Bisarhu Juniper troops, Liu Ting's troops lost most of them in several rounds of arrow rain, and the formation was directly torn apart, which was a small loss for Dongjiang, throwing off the arrows stuck outside the cotton armor, the soldiers who avoided the arrow rain had the same expression, and once again put their guns on the edge of the trench, and many of the fallen sergeants wore helmets on their heads, leather wallets on their bodies, and special sergeants with red gourd prints painted on their backs quickly resisted and dragged to the rear of the position.

If you look closely, there are many women in this part of the people!

No way, Dongjiang is too short of people! The first-line combat troops have occupied most of the prime of the Dongjiang River, and these can be regarded as second-line medical rescue troops, Mao Jue had to select some young and sturdy women to fill in, which can be regarded as a precedent for female soldiers in the Ming Dynasty.

There was a brief dead silence, and suddenly, with a beastly howl, countless heavily armored Qing troops crawled out of the trench like mythical demons, carrying swords and shields, and rushed towards the Dongjiang River with teeth and claws.

But waiting for this moment, without hesitation, the sergeant at the front jerked the trigger, the dense ammunition dragged out white smoke lines, and Jiannu, who had just rushed out of the trench, was like an electric shock on his body, with a violent convulsion, dozens of blood dots burst out from behind, and then collapsed back into the trench.

However, in this era, there is really no more brave and fearless than the Qing army, even if the corpses in front are piled up, the Qing army behind is still going forward and one after another, holding shields, and some people even push the dead as shields, charging forward.

The first row retreated, the second row stepped forward, and the muskets once again hit a terrifying wound in the front line, some of the Qing soldiers ran and ran, poof, even the shield and armor burst out of a white smoke, and then the blood gushed out, and the people were paralyzed on the ground, but the heavy armor of the Qing army was indeed not covered, like the little dwarfs wearing bamboo armor and leather armor of the Japanese army, one shot was basically knocked down, but some of these heavy armored dead soldiers were shot five or six times, and they still rushed forward like a bull.

The third round of guns once again set off the peak of death, but at this time, the nearest Qing army had already rushed a few meters in front of the town, and then regardless of the loading, he suddenly put the bayonet on the hot muzzle, and Liu Da roared like a beast.

"Get on the bayonet!"

Before the words fell, he had already stabbed the knife out, and with a pop, the Qing soldiers who rushed to the front of the first trench covered their knees and fell screaming, and the next moment, another bayonet pierced his neck, and the screams stopped abruptly.

However, without waiting for Liu Da's deputy to pull out the bayonet, he slammed the two-handed Pu knife on his head at once, the iron helmet buzzed, the heavy blade left a deep mark, the neck was unnaturally crooked to the side, and the sergeant collapsed softly on the ground.

Like dumplings, the heavy Qing dead soldiers fell into the trench, the bayonets and broadswords collided with fierce sparks, and the brutal hand-to-hand combat in the position burst out with blood!

(End of chapter)