On the left flank, the Qing soldiers with yellow flags and blue flags were defeated and retreated by Zhang Zhujing's sharp soldiers.

was bleeding and stalemate, and suddenly there was a roar and roar from the side of the Ming army, and then heavy footsteps sounded, "Bang Bang Bang", and the earth seemed to be shaking, accompanied by the clanging of the nail leaves.

Then dozens of burly men in heavy armor and like a hill rushed towards them, their armor was extremely heavy, and the pieces of cold light were shining, and the silver was shining. The thick armor was layered on top of each other, wrapping their whole bodies tightly and unventilated, like iron men.

Even on their heads are sturdy and heavy iron helmets, with thick neck guards and throat guards, thick and curved iron masks, and front and rear heart guards are also shiny and thick.

They roared over, holding huge axes and knives, war hammers and maces, all fierce and ferocious, like tigers trying to eat people.

Looking at the majesty of these heavy armored soldiers, all of them were holding heavy deadly weapons, and the infantry armor vests of the second banner instinctively felt bad, but they didn't have time to think about it, and in the roar and roar, these heavy armored soldiers were already trampling on the snow fiercely, and even people with armor rushed over.

The screams of a group, and the sound of bodies rolling and falling to the ground, followed by the resonance of weapons, and the terrible howls, like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep, dozens of sharp soldiers trapped in the camp were unstoppable.

A heavily armored warrior wields a mace, heavy wooden stick, with an iron front wrapped in iron, the head of the club like a hammer, covered with iron nails like wolf teeth, and opposite him is a yellow flag vest with a goose wing knife.

This vest is dressed in double armor, and the iron cotton armor is worn in the short iron armor, with a total weight of more than 50 catties, but in the face of the heavy armor soldiers of the Xin'an Army in front of him, the armor he is proud of is so thin.

The goose-winged knife in his hand slashed desperately, full of clever tricks, and the heavily armored warriors on the opposite side just smashed and swept violently, and every time he smashed down, the yellow flag vest trembled, and the blood in his mouth was constantly gushing out.

The shield in his left hand had been shattered, and his left arm was strangely twisted, apparently shattered. Another blow fell on the opposite side, and he had to raise his knife to block. With a loud bang, his goose-winged knife was smashed to pieces, and the mace's ferocious momentum remained unchanged, and it slammed viciously into his right shoulder.

The vest screamed terribly, and all the bones inside were smashed and shattered, the flesh and blood at the middle rod were blurred, and the white miserable bones were exposed by the rod nails.

He didn't have time to catch his breath and retreat, and the heavily armored warrior slammed into his head with another blow. Red and white splashes, this waistcoat helmet is sunken, the skull is shattered, the head is like a rotten watermelon, and the face below is red and white, and even the eyes are not visible.

The figure flashed, slashing at him with a knife and an axe, and the gold and iron resonated, with deep traces. The heavily armored warrior ignored him, and with a sweep of his mace, one of his infantry spurted blood and fell, and the axe in the hand of another soldier flew somewhere.

The heavily armored warrior strode forward and smashed a hard stick on the head of the armored soldier who had lost his weapon, shattering his brains and bones, and smashing his head like a rotten watermelon. He chased after the stumbling and fallen foot armor, ignored his pleas, and smashed him to death with a stick in his terrible screams.

The blood rained down on his face, the iron mask was covered with the blood and flesh of the enemy, and looking at the bloody Tartar corpse in front of him, the heavily armored warrior stepped on it suddenly, holding his rod and letting out a fierce roar, and thick white gas spewed out, just like the roar of the giant bear.

The trapped-camp sharps were unstoppable, and the yellow and blue flags on this side were already struggling, and they rushed up and became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

They were brave and invincible, smashing the mace and mace in their hands, slashing with the giant axe and knife, and passing the corpses all the way in an instant, and the broken flesh and stumps scattered everywhere. The Second Banner Qing soldiers here could no longer hold back the fear in their hearts, and they all screamed, just retreating to the rear.

The heavy armor soldiers chased after them, the soldiers of the Rui Corps followed closely, and the original Second Class Army on the left flank also followed under the command of the remnant officers, making the remnants of the Tartars here even more panicked, panicked and chaotic.

"Defeated!" The Zhenglan Banner Niu Lu Zhang Jing Suohun here, the Yellow Flag Niu Lu Zhang Jing Asanhan, who supervised the left flank operations, and the Yellow Flag Niu Lu Zhang Jing Bai Samu, who led one hundred and fifty horsemen to come over to assault, were all colorless and felt deeply powerless and depressed.

The elite soldiers of the Qing Dynasty were completely defeated in the wilderness, which they did not dare to imagine.

In particular, Bai Samu's lips trembled, his whole body was cold from head to toe, and the horse armor soldiers in Niu Lu Jiala were all lost in this battle.

Chen Taijiala, it's over.

Suo Hun clenched his fists fiercely, and because of the excessive force, his nails dug deep into the flesh without realizing it. His cattle are also finished, and after attacking the military village, there are only 200 people left in the clothing, and now they are all folded here. Suo Hun Niu Lu is also over.

Thinking about the high-spirited beginning, it was obviously a huge mistake to lead the entire Niulu south to Nanzhili.

There are only two Goshha left around, and now it is not about victory, but how to save his life, although there is no Ming Jin in the rear to collect his troops, but Suohun is ready to escape.

At this moment, there was a violent explosion on the right flank of the Ming army, followed by a tsunami-like shouting of killing.

……

The heroes of the grenadiers broke into the flank, and the tartars with yellow flags here were being defeated by Minister Yang's long contradiction formation, and Niu Lu Zhangjing, who was escorting the formation, could not stop it, so he had to turn his horse and flee, facing the heroes of the grenadiers.

They couldn't help but say that splitting their heads and covering their faces was a group of 10,000 enemies, blowing up the fleeing Niu Lu Zhangjing and others, and then the three and four generals on the right flank surrounded them.

They were all first-class troops under the command of Han Guan'er and Luo Xianjue, and the whole battle was a wait-and-see battle, and they had long held back their strength, and immediately fought in a row, and the oppression of the long contradictory formation, together with the frontal military formation of Minister Yang and others, drove all the frontal Tartars to the left flank and surrounded them.

"Let's go!" There was an earth-shattering howl on the battlefield, the defeat was like a mountain, and the blood flowed in front of him. Suo Hun and others were accustomed to seeing the defeat of the Ming army, but it was the first time that the elite soldiers of the Qing Dynasty were in the field. In this situation, there is only a blank in mind.

Or Suo Hun reminded him, he didn't have to think too much, just rode his horse and left, otherwise he would be one step slower, and the Ming army on the front side of the right flank would be over.

Asanham and Baisamu no longer cared about the life or death of their commands, and one by one they instigated their horses and fled after Suohun.

Suddenly, several terrible whistling whistles swept over everyone's heads, with flames, gunsmoke, and flight tracks, like brilliant meteors crashing on the snow not far ahead, and five or six flying thunderbolts stuck in the snow without sounding and moving.

Divine Fire Crow? Suo Hun and the others were shocked, they were now like frightened birds, any Ming army's actions made them fearful, for the sake of safety, everyone rode their horses far away from these silent Divine Fire Flying Crows.

Violent explosion!

The horses neighed, and a cloud of blood erupted from the armor of Asanhan and Baisam, and on the horses under their crotches.

The iron pieces of air waves soared, Suo Hun spurted blood and rolled backwards, he fell heavily to the ground, trying to struggle to get up, and his left hand probed, but it was empty. I saw that there was nothing left on it, except for a broken arm, connected with a few strands of flesh and blood, and the blood was surging like a fountain.

Suo Hun screamed miserably, seeing that his war horse was rolling not far away, with a dense hole in his abdomen, he didn't dare to stay, and limped desperately to escape.

The rumbling footsteps behind, I don't know how many people chased after him, Suo Hun knew that he couldn't escape, his heart was horizontal, he pulled out his goose wing knife, and turned around and shouted: "The Great Qing Dynasty Cattle Record Chapter ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw a figure flicker, a dazzling red cloak filled his eyes, followed by a sharp and shining metallic cold light.

"Poof!" The seeping sound of a sharp weapon piercing his body, a spear piercing Suo Hun's body, and he staggered and fell to the ground, large streams of blood gushing out of his mouth.

The figure flickered, and several more red cloaks came up, and the spear in his hand stabbed at him, and Suo Hun howled hoarsely, and slowly twisted his body in the rain of flying blood.

On the ninth day of December in the fifteenth year of Chongzhen, the Eight Banners of Manchuria Zhenglan Banner Niu Lu Zhang Jing Suohun was killed on the spot by the Xin'an Army.

Suo Hun, a native of the Blue Banner of Manchuria, has repeatedly made meritorious contributions, has defeated Li Zicheng, attacked Jiang Jiu, and promoted Baya Lama Zhangjing with merit, and served as a servant of the Ministry of Officials, and awarded the flag to Gushan Ezhen.

But here, he was stabbed into a honeycomb by a swarm of spears, and died silently on the snow by the Shu River.

……

Chen Tai closed his eyes in pain, and when he was arranging the troops, he wouldn't have thought that it would be like this, right?

The Qing soldiers were defeated so badly, and the elite soldiers of Jiala were empty, no one could have imagined it.

If he knew this, he wouldn't have gone south, but how can there be regret medicine in the world?

Yu Ding at the foot of the mountain snatched the horses like a frying pan, and each of them fled for their lives in a hurry, and some of the few armored soldiers who did not wear armor fled back, and also joined the ranks of the robbery, and then they rode their war horses and fled in the wilderness, ignoring him.

Some of the Mongolian cavalry who escaped back also ran away on their own, and he arranged one hundred Mongolian cavalry with a white flag in advance, and he had fifty yellow flag vests in Manchuria to contain the right wing of the Ming army, and it seemed that there were few horsemen left.

Iron hooves roared, and a large number of Ming cavalry rushed to this side, and there were some survivors who pursued the remnants in twos and threes.

"Master, let's go!" The Goshha guards shouted anxiously, and the only remaining Niu Lu Zhangjing was also anxiously persuading.

Chen Tai sighed, silently took off his armor, and ordered Gosh Haduo to lead a few war horses, and ran down from the west side of the mountain, he knew that there was a military village in front of him, in order to avoid possible interceptions, he did not take the Tongjing Avenue, but took the small road to escape.

As he ran down the mountain, he couldn't help but look back, and finally saw this scene:

His Manchurian soldiers and horses with yellow flags were enclosed on the side of the lake, and there were dense and long contradictory formations on three sides, and on the edge of the shield array, there were continuous bursts of fire and gunsmoke, the flames were so bright, and the smoke was so white, like a blooming goddess flower.

"Wan Sheng! Wansheng! Wansheng! ”

The battlefield was in disarray, and the layers of corpses of the Qing army spread all the way to the frozen lake, and the cold wind could not blow away the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke and the unpleasant smell of blood. Blood flowed like a stream, stepping on the slippery, wet, broken banner armor all over the ground, and stumps and flesh. The undead were still groaning in pain, and the dying horses were struggling with death.

What a brutal bloody battlefield.

On this battlefield, the soldiers of the Xin'an Army cheered and shouted the sound of victory in the mountains.

Yes, they were victorious, they defeated the invincible invaders and gained a new life.

They shouted and jumped one by one, and even the wounded on the stretchers were smiling with joy as they were carried by the ambulances.

They have triparted, and their blood has not been shed in vain.

In the cheers, Yang He rode over, and the Chinese officer next to him, Zhang Chugong, trembled with excitement, and he said in a trembling voice: "Xianggong, we have won!" ”

Yang He sighed contentedly: "Yes, we won, we defeated the ugly captives in the wilderness!" ”

He raised his arms and shouted, "We have won!" ”

Waves of cheers and passionate military songs sounded.

"Batch iron armor, carry a long knife. The battle with the son is long. ”

"Fight with the enemy, die and live together. Fight with your son, and your heart will not be slack. ”

Yang He sang loudly and loudly: "Step on the swallow and chase the beard." Fight with the son, sing fearlessly! ”

However, it is the Eastern Han Dynasty military song "Ma Ta Yanran", which was selected as one of the military songs of the Xin'an Army. There are many military songs of the Xin'an Army, what song is sung in what field, mainly depends on which one is appropriate to the occasion, and at this time, "Ma Ta Yanran" is of course very appropriate.

The crowd shouted and sang with joy, like a boiling ocean.

On the ninth day of December in the fifteenth year of Chongzhen, Pizhou Lian General Yang He, led 3,000 Xin'an troops, and captured Chen Taibu to fight on the side of the Shu River, and broke it! The thief ambushed the corpse and was beheaded 1,268 levels, captured 333 people, and the seizure was not counted. Only more than 200 people were seriously wounded and killed, and more than 200 were wounded.

The news was sent to Pizhou City by Zhang Kuixiang, a fellow acquaintance of Pizhou, who was shocked, on the 10th day of the first month, and the city was boiling and shaking!

On the 11th, Su Chengxing, the governor of Pizhou, hurriedly sent the good news to Huai'an City, and then rushed to Tianyue Village regardless of the danger and safety in the wild.

On the twelfth, the fast horse and whip arrived in Huai'an City, and the whole city shook!

Especially with the spread of the news, in the battle of Tianyue Village, among the heads of thieves captured, there were characters at the level of Jiala Zhangjing and Niu Lu Zhangjing, and the entire Nanzhili was shaken!

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