The air is very cold in the early morning, and the cold Xiaochuan has an urge to shiver, the early autumn is so cold, how can the lieutenant general in a fairly complete yard in the deserted town have a night, and shivered after coming, and the Tibetan mastiff on the side seems to feel the cold of his master, whining, and coming to Xiaochuan's body to warm him.

There was cold air in the air and the smell of blood that made people want to vomit, silently looking at the battlefield, the corpses everywhere, making people's hearts chill, a different kind of atmosphere filled the heart, it should be nervous, the first day of the battle, more than 1,100 people were killed, of which 300 were their own barracks, this kind of loss has never been there.

There have never been losses, 300 barracks, as well as 400 Huns, and more than 400 Tuntian troops, the Tuntian army carried 10,000 enemies and the enemy died together, his crazy way of playing, if you can't fight, you won't fight, holding 10,000 enemies and you will die together, this crazy way of fighting, only to make the flank defense line as stable as Mount Tai.

On the side stood Wang Heng, and there was a kind of guard, the Iron Wall Guard, they looked silent, standing tightly beside Xiao Chuan, exuding a different majesty, waiting for the opposite Tartar to attack, with an indifferent expression.

The Qing army camp opposite, but there was no shouting yesterday, but there was a crying sound, out of a group of people, they were wearing rag clothes, the clothes were tattered, all kinds of purple and blue traces, among them there was a woman, purple is better, the clothes are messy, the face is full of purple and blue puffy traces, this kind of beautiful woman naturally endured humiliation in the Qing army camp.

They don't understand what the situation is, they are all driven away by the Qing army, and the Qing army's infantry armor and vest are all crazy, whipping this group of hungry people in the Ming Dynasty with a horse whip, with a crazy look on their faces, they are all confident, and these Ming refugees are their life savers.

Xiao Chuan immediately felt a different kind of suffocation in his heart, and the soldiers on the side were all angry, Han Gang said angrily: "Damn, hateful, these Tartars actually rely on refugees to rush our military formation!" This? Shameless! ”

"No matter, open the gun!" Han Tie's eyes were cold and his tone was indescribably cold, and he said: "When you arrive at the shooting and start firing, the people on the other side are not the people of the Ming Dynasty, they are pretending to be Tartars" Whether it is pretending or not can be seen naturally.

Everyone was silent, morale was immediately a little low, everyone lowered their heads, and said to fire, some said they couldn't open, Xiaochuan looked at the refugees opposite, raised his hand, and said: "Folks opposite, I'm sorry, for more people of Daming to live, I hope you can understand"

A burst of refugees immediately cried even more, they saw the Ming army formation on the opposite side, but they didn't expect it to be such an ending, Han Gang on the side, said: "Lord, let the cavalry charge, our archers will cover, we will definitely be able to rescue them"

"Brother, are you stupid, who are you saving, there are no refugees here, no, there are only Tartars opposite us, and there are the people of Daming played by Tartars" Han Tie's voice was cold on the side, and he couldn't stand the tone of Sen shouted, "Prepare, fire, aim at those Tartars"

Han Gang on the side wanted to block it, but he was saved by Wang Youcai on the side, with determination on his face, he said: "That's right, there are no Ming people on the other side, only Tartars are fine, and the fire guns are prepared."

Boom, bang, the sound of the bolt being pulled apart, the fire guns are all hands trembling, some of the fire guns are constantly shaking, they have never aimed their fire guns at the thieves, at the tartars, at every enemy who is against the Ming Dynasty, but they have never aimed the fire guns at their own people, at the people of the Ming Dynasty.

They naturally understood whether the people on the other side were the people of the Ming Dynasty, and the victims in the distance were all frightened, crying and shouting, and some people knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, saying: "We are not Tartar spies, we are our own people, our own people, soldiers, please, spare us!" ”

There was a burst of crying, and some people did not say a word, but just limped away, as if they had already despaired, or death was a relief for them.

The Qing troops behind all laughed, and when they saw that the Ming army that had nothing to do with them yesterday had that distorted painful expression, they just felt a burst of joy in their hearts, and let out bursts of wild laughter, with crazy colors.

Behind Zilharang's eyes narrowed, he saw those people walking forward, the role of these people is not to be cannon fodder, but to morale, to hit the morale of the other party, this method is the easiest to hit the opponent's morale, to hit their own people, for them is a kind of psychological torment, he showed a cruel smile, so that it can find the right cannon fodder, but also to hit morale.

The Qing army laughed, and Xiao Chuan's heart was not good for a while, so he froze, and said, "Pull the captured Qing army up." After speaking, from time to time, there was a burst of Manchu voices in the Ming army's formation, and the smiling faces of the Qing army on the opposite side suddenly became full of disbelief.

A group of Qing prisoners were nailed to the cross armor, the iron nails nailed their limbs, they let out a burst of screams, a Ming soldier on the side, in Manchu said: "Listen to the Qing army on the other side, these people are your future fate" A strong Ming soldier on the side raised his spear and immediately stabbed the Qing army.

With a snort, the Qing army screamed in pain, but he didn't die, the blood continued to flow, the Qing army on the other side was frightened, and the morale was immediately low, Nazir Harang looked strange, looking at the Ming army opposite, his face was strange with a different kind of weirdness, he never thought that the other party would use this method to deal with him.

The fierce Ming army on the opposite side stabbed the chest of the Qing army with the spear in his hand again and again, and the chest had turned into a terrifying appearance like a sieve, and the Qing army was chilled in their hearts when they wrinkled, and they trembled in their hearts when they saw the screams of the Qing army on the other side.

Some of the people were blank in their eyes and muttered: "That's not Hao Qi, they, they were actually caught by the Ming army" They looked at it with fear in their hearts, they all looked cold, trembling all over. The morale of the Qing army suddenly became cold, and the battlefield suddenly fell silent, and the screams of the Qing army were random one after another.

The Qing army began to frantically kill the hungry people in front of them, they were crazy, as if they wanted to take revenge on the Qing army that was nailed, Nazierharang was not good, so that the morale was hit by the Ming army, and it was in the hands of the Ming generals opposite.

"Who let them move" shouted angrily, so that he killed his own cannon fodder, how to charge for a while? Not only did it not affect the Ming army on the opposite side, but it hit his morale, and Zilharang couldn't express the feeling of holding his breath in his heart. Only cold and bloody melee combat followed. He was indeed suddenly pleasantly surprised to see that the Ming army on the periphery suddenly retreated, abandoned the outer defense line and walked towards the interior of the ancient town.

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