Man Dahai was stunned for a moment, staring in disbelief: "Ge Bush is a virtuous and super camp...... Father, that's your barracks! ”

Ge Bush Xianchao Ha Battalion, that is, the guard battalion that was renamed the Forward Battalion by Emperor Kangxi in later generations, has always been composed of brave and strong Baibaya soldiers selected from various flags, and there are several warriors with the title of Baturu. Its elite level, unrivaled in the Qing army, is a trump card force that Dolgon is extremely valued around, with 4,000 battalions, half of each infantry and cavalry, and one Gushan Ezhen and two Zhangjing.

This army will not be engaged in battle until the last resort, and then Dolgon ordered Mandahai to personally lead the troops, apparently to do his best.

Dorgon stared into the distance and didn't say anything more.

Man Dahai gritted his teeth, lowered his head and let out a "snort", took the round wooden sign of troop transfer from the Chinese army beside Dolgon, got on his horse and left with the people.

The cavalry of the battalion of Ge Bush Xianchao has three layers of armor, two layers of chain mail, a coat of cotton armor, a heavy helmet on the head, a spear and a long knife in each hand; The vest is made of iron, protecting the neck, head and chest, and arrows cannot be worn. The infantry was equipped with the same equipment as the cavalry, except that there were no horses and an extra shield.

The bright yellow armor, under the leadership of Man Dahai, was separated from the Qing army, and the two thousand cavalry were divided into two teams and rushed forward. The 2,000 foot soldiers remained in the camp, which was almost the last mobile force that Dorgon had at hand, and if he sent it again, there would be almost no troops around him.

There were still some Han baggage troops in the rear, but these people were useless, and Dolgon didn't even think of them.

Mandahai also took away his Bayala Guard Battalion, and the two battalions fused together, gathered nearly 5,000 cavalry, and joined the chaotic regiment on the battlefield.

The battle has entered a white heat, the cavalry on both flanks are in a melee, and the artillery of the Kuizhou army extends the artillery fire backwards, blocking the follow-up forces of the Qing army, and avoiding accidental injury to their own people who are fighting with the Qing soldiers.

Hand-to-hand combat is extremely brutal, with sharp blades cutting through the human body, either extremely heavy or extremely fast, and the desolate screams of the slashed man are mixed with the frantic roar of the slasher, and it is impossible to distinguish whether it is the voice of a man or a beast.

Li Dingguo's white armor has been dyed red, the spear in his hand is inserted in the chest of a Qing soldier, the Qing soldier is extremely strong, sitting on the horse and insisting on not falling to the ground, reaching out and firmly holding the barrel of the gun through the chest, staring at his eyes and not letting go, Li Dingguo dragged it for a while and did not drag, simply abandoned the gun, took out the knife hanging on the saddle and chopped the Qing soldier off the horse with a knife, and then the long knife cut a semicircle, and set up a spear stabbed from another direction.

A white-armored cavalry who followed him danced a big knife, took this opportunity to run past the horse holding the spear Qing soldier, the knife flashed, cut off the head of the Qing soldier, Li Dingguo's hand was loose, he no longer paid attention to the headless corpse, his legs were clamped, the horse moved forward, and a heavy cavalry Qing soldier passed by, a sharp blade was handed to the face, Li Dingguo lowered his head, almost fell on the horse's neck to avoid the knife, and his left hand stretched out obliquely like a reflex, With the speed of the mount, he slashed at the chin of the Qing soldier with great skill and power.

The heavy cavalry was covered in armor, only there was no armor at the chin, the blade slashed, blood gushed out like a fountain, flew up three feet high, half of the Qing soldier's neck was broken, covered the wound and ran on the horse for a while, crashed into another horse, and fell to the ground and died.

Li Dingguo looked back and found that the white-armored cavalryman who was following him had been struck by an axe flying from nowhere, fell on his back, his feet were still hanging on the stirrups, and he was dragged by the horse and ran to the side. He didn't have half an expression, turned his head, his eyes were cold, and he met another Qing soldier.

War horses are running in the crowd, horse shadows are staggered, I am not divided between the enemy and the enemy, people are all in chaos, you have me, I have you, the Kuizhou cavalry is expensive in having the overall strength, forming a formation, although the scattered Mongolian soldiers and Jurchen soldiers are high in personal bravery, but they are like five fingers against the iron fist, and they have an advantage in the face of the cluster cavalry, and they are crushed by the Kuizhou army.

After Li Dingguo cut down a Qing soldier who made a mace, his eyes were empty in vain, and there was no enemy in front of him, and he turned back in amazement, and found that he had already come out of the formation, and the Qing cavalry brigade was killed clearly, and on the battlefield filled with smoke, the remnants of the Qing army were still entangled with the cavalry of the Kuizhou army.

He pulled out the horse's head and was about to turn around and kill again, but when he saw that in the rear of the Qing army, another cavalry came from afar, he grinned and ignored it.

Li Dingguo roared, and killed the white-armored cavalry who followed closely around him.

In the infantry formation, Li Tingyu had already collided with the Qing army infantry who rushed over. The first row of shields erected large shields blocked the impact of the Qing army's human flesh, and the spears behind were quickly stabbed, like twitching pistons, the spears passed through the living human flesh, and then pulled back, and then stabbed over, the people who were stabbed were hung on the shields, and they couldn't get out, the shields were tall, and their knives and guns couldn't reach the people of the Kuizhou army, and they howled twice and died with bloody holes.

After the first impact, it was difficult for the Qing army to get close, they couldn't even touch the shield, and the hook and sickle spear more than a foot long isolated them at this distance like a fence, only to see the spear retract and stab out, bringing up a puff of blood mist, even if the Qing army was brave, it was really difficult to deceive.

Ma Guangyuan has already reached the front line, and in front of him is the spear array of the Kuizhou army, holding a shield in his hand, against his head, because there are still arrows of the Kuizhou army flying in the sky, and from time to time someone is shot, screaming and falling.

The people around him are like rabbits surrounded by hunters, funny and helpless by spears, falling to the ground, and dying, the Qing soldiers used the weapons in their hands to block the spears, rushed forward, and were stabbed by another spear, and the layers of spear blades were very tacitly withdrawn and stabbed out in turn, like a wave without gaps.

Ma Guangyuan's eyes are almost oozing blood, his subordinates are all here, and every one who dies is one less, these are the foundations brought out by Liaodong, and he is almost dying, but he can't see the dawn of victory.

In a hurry, this strong man was hot-blooded, smashed the shield downward, smashed the two spears to the ground, jumped vigorously on the gun, jumped up in the air, he was very good at martial arts, and the knife with both hands was like mercury pouring on the ground, and the stabbing several spears were pushed to the side, and the body "touched" like a cannonball, and hit the shield wall of the Kuizhou army.

The solid shield wall was knocked open by him, Ma Guangyuan didn't do anything, twisted his body, stepped on the spot and hit it again, this time his body just glued to the shield, he felt the strength loosened, and his body crashed in.

Ma Guangyuan was overjoyed in his heart, but because he used too much force and had too much momentum, he fell into it this time, and his body fell to the ground.

Is this the iron ring on the other end of the white pole soldier's spear? Before he lost consciousness, he thought dimly.

There are many warriors like Ma Guangyuan in the Han Eight Banners, facing the gun forest shield wall of the Kuizhou army, there are not one or two people who are not afraid of death, some of them hang on the white pole spear and die, some hit the shield wall and are stabbed into a sieve, and some are the same as Ma Guangyuan, they were put into the shield wall and smashed to death with iron rings.

There are also some people who successfully broke through the iron shield, broke into the Kuizhou formation, and fought with the white-armored soldiers, but such a situation is too rare, and there are very few on the front like a long wall, and the iron armor of the Kuizhou army is well-equipped and not inferior to the most elite soldiers of the Eight Banners, even if it is hand-to-hand combat, it is not inferior to the Qing army.

The artillery fire is still roaring, the arrows are flying in the air, the shouting and killing sound is shaking for hundreds of miles, the ground covered with corpses has been stained red with blood, the white reef is slowly moving forward, the speed is not fast but firm, unstoppable, the Qing soldiers of all colors of armor appear and disappear in the smoke under the erosion of the artillery fire, and rush over with their heads and faces, and smash them under the white city wall.

The sun rose high overhead, and the temperature gradually rose a few points, which made the white-hot murderous aura even more suffocating, and in the face of the fierce artillery fire and ferocious slashing of the Kuizhou army, the Han army began to collapse first.

Like the first anthill that appeared on the dam, a Han soldier who was knocked down by despair and fear dropped the weapon in his hand, and he didn't care about wiping the blood on his face that was splashed by the dead companions around him, he turned his head and ran away with a white face, and didn't pay attention to the people behind him, only hated that his legs were missing.

This silent emotion spread like a plague, and this person led the second and third people around him...... The entire Han army began to flee, and they knew that if they couldn't beat it, how could they beat it! Those Ming troops are too strong, so many people have died, the next one will be their turn, and if they don't escape, they will die!

Soon it was not only the Han army that fled, but also the Han Eight Banners and the Mongols began to run, rushing forward and running backward like the water of the rising tide and the water of the low tide appeared in one place at the same time, and another person became a rout of thousands of people, and the iron bullets that the Kuizhou army seemed to never finish firing without scruples, pushing this rout to a climax.

Man Dahai rode on his horse, watching in disbelief what was happening in front of him, the fleeing soldiers had already arrived in front of his horse, and cut two to death with his hands, and many more people rushed over, these people were afraid, and they were no longer afraid of the blades of the Jurchen soldiers, and they ran around in circles, running desperately, running as fast as they could.

What's going on? Man Dahai held the blood-stained knife and thought, when has the Qing Dynasty been in such a field? Can't win?

Behind him, Dorgon received an urgent messenger from Azig.

He brought very bad news: a brigade of Mongolian cavalry from the Khalkha Department appeared on the side of Datong on the north Zhili side.

Dorgon's expressionless face finally changed a little, his face turned pale and red, and he fell from his horse with a flower in front of him.

(End of chapter)