Dolgon's side, except for a few Jurchen generals such as Man Dahai and nobles at the level of a Mongolian prince, the rest of the people were all sent out.

For tens of thousands of people to cover up, there must be generals to lead the team, and each banner, each Jiala, all the way to each Niulu, must have its own Ezhen Zhangjing to lead the troops. The Qing Dynasty established the country by force, with cavalry and archery as the root, with military merit as the capital, and the banner owners were all brave men who obeyed everyone, they were officials in peacetime and generals in wartime.

Therefore, although the artillery fire of the Kuizhou army is fierce, there is nothing to fear for these elite soldiers who roll out of the sea of corpses and blood.

The truth of seeking wealth and danger in the Qing Dynasty also works.

"Will you be in a hurry?" Man Dahai muttered, but did not say it, only dared to slander in his heart.

It's a little fast, not long after the battle, the whole army covered up and killed, and was submerged in a sea of people, which is comparable to the method of a decisive battle. Back then, in a stone, such a key battle, the first emperor Taiji did not dare to do this, and had to wait until Li Zicheng and Wu Sangui were defeated before going out to pick up peaches. The army is fighting, tens of thousands of people are living and dying, and what they want is to take the lead in the word "stability", and they will pour out without perfect certainty, which is equivalent to throwing all the chips out of the first hand when gambling money, winning or losing this one, winning a big victory, losing a single.

Looking at Dolgon, who was staring at the front with an expressionless face, Man Dahai felt a little hanging in his heart, this was the first time he had this feeling, and he couldn't help but grasp the handle of the knife in his palm, and tightened it again.

Dolgon, whose face was as solid as a rock, without wind or waves, was thinking in his heart, in fact, it was not difficult to guess.

He had no choice.

The Wuzhen Chaoha Battalion, which had high hopes, had no achievements, and its intention to rely on them to suppress the firearms of the Ming army and cover the pressure of the frontal army was strangled before it began. Look at the artillery battalion that moves slowly on the battlefield, and look at the Ming artillery battalion that comes and goes freely on the opposite side.

In all fairness, the Wuzhen Chaoha Battalion was already very fast, and in the past, how could they have moved at such a desperate speed? Every time there is a big battle, it is slowly put in place under the heavy guard, slowly taking root in the place where the Ming army's artillery can't hit, aiming carefully, and using flame-like hot iron bullets to consume the life and fighting spirit of the Ming army.

Today is just a match.

Since the bombardment of the other party cannot be carried out, then you can only hope for speed. Rapid assault with cavalry and seizure of artillery is the first step.

If you can't take it, at least you have to fight with the Ming army in one place, so that his firearms can't be played, which is the second step.

As long as the first two steps have achieved the goal, the third step is simple, use the most primitive and effective hand-to-hand combat, riding and archery fighting, to eat this Ming army.

There are many Qing soldiers, this is an advantage, fools don't need it, even if the Ming army dares to fight and can fight, it can't be one as ten, there are many Qing soldiers, and they will eat it.

Besides, if he can say that he can use one as ten in front of the Jurchen warriors, Wang Huan is not afraid of flashing his tongue?

Heap with human lives!

Dolgon's cold face showed a violent light, even if tens of thousands of lives were lost here, as long as he could kill Wang Huan and destroy this Ming army, then he dared to conclude that there was no army and people in the whole world who could stop the hooves of the Qing Dynasty.

This kind of courage is what Man Dahai lacks slightly, so he can't figure it out.

Dolgon opened his mouth and inhaled a breath of fishy air, full of anger, and couldn't breathe away.

The sound of hooves rumbled, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

The Qing army's large array was like a landslide, like a snowfall, like the earth cracking and the sky collapsed, and flocked to the white Kuizhou array.

The earth is trembling, the air is throbbing, the wielding swords are like wolves and tigers, in it, no one is not enthusiastic, the head seems to be forcibly filled with blood, there is no need to think about anything, follow the roar and impact of the people in front of them, the smell of gunpowder spreads in everyone's nostrils, converges in the air, and turns into a galloping invisible beast.

In front of the giant beast is the Kuizhou Army.

Li Tingyu was frantically tearing out his voice and yelling, in the noise, but no one could hear what he was yelling from a few steps away, in the white military array, the spears were like forests, and the long knives were like the sea, facing the Qing army that was pressed like a tsunami, and his body would be numb by shock.

This kind of numbness, if it is replaced by the Nanming army, it will be a situation where the feet are soft and even the knife cannot be held steadily.

But the Kuizhou army did not, everyone stood in their positions, the first row of shieldmen with their heads down, with their shoulders against the big shield, the pointed bottom of the shield inserted into the ground, lunges to the ground, gritted their teeth and waited for the impact that might take their lives.

Behind them, five rows of pikemen reached the ground with their spears facing forward, sticking out from their shoulders, and the gunners' hands were tied with strips of cloth, almost connected to the barrel of the gun, because of the height of the big shield, they could not see the Qing army rushing in front, but this did not matter.

Further back, three rows of sword and shield hands held mountain-destroying crossbows, buckled the strings and raised the crossbows, facing the sky at a forty-five degree angle, waiting for the order to fire.

Yan Mingde and Ma Wei turned all the Shenwei cannons around, facing the front, and fiercely bombarded the charging Qing soldiers. The gunners were all with knives on their bodies, and the bird-gunners who were guarding in front began to shrink to the back, forming a denser formation.

In the gap between the artillery battalion and the infantry phalanx, two teams of white-armored cavalry swarmed out from Shiling Pass under the leadership of Li Dingguo, gradually increasing their speed, estimating the distance, and waiting for the moment when the Qing army and the infantry formation engaged.

On the upper floor of Shiling Guancheng, Wang Huan has disappeared.

Iron bullets flew horizontally, constantly hitting a bloody path in the Qing army's charging formation, and each shot would take away dozens or hundreds of lives, leaving a lot of flesh and blood. However, just like the wood pulp passing through the waves, the bullet marks in the sea of people appear one moment and disappear the next, and the crowd will automatically heal the wounds, fill the gaps that have been beaten, and restore the overwhelming original.

"Rush! Their artillery is not fast, and they have to wait a long time for one hit, so they all move faster! Faster! Ma Guangyuan stood behind Li Guoying's Han army's buttocks, like a butcher driving piglets to the execution ground, and kept shouting: "Whoever kills a Ming dog will carry his flag!" Kill an official, and give him half a future! ”

All the soldiers of the Han army rushed forward like dogs with red eyes and madness in front of him, like dogs beaten with chicken blood, and many of them even overtook the shield cart in front of them, holding shields and dancing knives to the front.

The fear of death and the temptation of a great reward can overcome everything.

The Han army and the Han Eight Banners were in front, the cavalry was on both flanks, and the Jurchen brigade followed closely, forming the main force of Dolgon's all-out attack.

The two main generals of the Jurchen infantry brigade were Ao Bai and Su Le.

The two of them each led 3,000 people, and they were the main force behind the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty, and their task was to capture the pass.

If this is not enough to win, it is time for the Manda Sea Territory to enter the Chinese army.

On the thunder position of the Kuizhou Army, Chen Zhilong, the commander of the artillery team, had a cold sweat on his forehead, looking at the front nervously, waiting for the moment when Yan Mingde and Ma Wei Bird sounded.

He knew that the Shenwei Cannon had limited effect in the face of such a sea of people, and the deterrence was greater than the actual killing, and what could really withstand this kind of impact had to rely on large-scale killing weapons to blast the sky and thunder.

When the explosive package explodes and falls in the pile, it is a flowering bomb.

His right hand has been raised for a long time, holding a long knife in his hand, the knife weighs four catties and five taels, and his arm is a little weak, but he doesn't dare to put it down, as soon as he puts it down, it means that the cannon is fired, this cannon is early, and nothing can be blown up, but it will let the Qing soldiers take the opportunity to rush into the infantry array.

The palms of the hands were wet and sweaty.

"Let me do it." Someone approached from behind, took his knife, and raised it high.

Chen Zilong was taken aback, and then furious: Who is so bold! Aren't you afraid of military law?

Turning his head to look, his anger suddenly disappeared, and he almost jumped up in shock: "Grandpa! ”

Wang Huan was white-armored and iron-armed, red tassels and red tassels, staring at the Qing army like a sea tide, holding a long knife, and standing on the side of the van.

Ma Wannian was extremely nervous to protect him, holding an iron bow in his hand, holding an arrow, and a steel knife hanging from his waist, looking around vigilantly.

Wang Huan raised his eyes and looked around, only to see that on the artillery camp positions on both sides, puffs of gunpowder smoke continued to rise, accompanied by the roaring cannonade, iron bullets were shot one after another, Yan Mingde and Ma Wei were already shooting freely, and the Qing soldiers all over the mountains did not need to aim at all, they could hit anything if they hit anything.

In front of the Qing army, sawdust flew, people turned over on their backs, and iron bullets hit it, like big stones thrown into the river, splashing a ripple, stirring up a whirlpool, and quickly disappeared without a trace.

The Han army that rushed in front had no one to retreat, wiped the flesh and blood of their companions splashed on their faces, stepped on the stumps and broken feet of their own people, and continued to move forward without fear of death.

Wang Huan shook his head and said with emotion: "It's understandable that a real tartar is so desperate, after all, he is a robber, how can he rob things without blood?" Han Jun, what do you say you are so tossing and trying to do? ”

He muttered to himself, and in the rumbling cannon, even Ma Wannian, who was standing beside him, couldn't hear what he said.

Shaking his head a few more times, in just this moment, the people at the front of the Han army had already entered the range of the thunder.

Wang Huan paused, and when more people ran in, he glanced at the thunder gunners who were staring at the long knives in their hands, and slashed down the knives.

In Dorgon's clairvoyant mirror, he also saw this knife.

He shuddered slightly, as if the knife had slashed at him through the air.

"Tom tom!"

The sound of more than 100 thunderous salvos was like a muffled thunderbolt.

More than 100 medicine packets flew into the sky, and like stones thrown by trebuchets, they fell into the stragglers of the Qing army.

The distance of each pack is well estimated, so that it does not affect each other and maximizes the power of the pack.

After slashing a knife, Wang Huan jumped off the side van, returned the knife to Chen Zilong, and patted him on the shoulder: "Keep fighting, don't stop if you don't tell you to stop!" ”

Chen Zilong nodded excitedly and took the knife. Seeing Wang Huan take the guards and walk towards Li Tingyu's big array.

Behind him, the white-armored soldiers and the brigade of rebels slowly pressed up.

Is this a decisive battle? Chen Zilong thought, and the next moment, he waved his knife and shouted loudly: "Fill the medicine bag!" Ready to launch! ”

In the cloudless blue, most of the sky was obscured by the billowing smoke of gunpowder.

(End of chapter)