The shield carts piled up in the trenches, like water in a boiling pot, flew in all directions in the air with the smoke of gunpowder in the shocking explosion and fire, and the broken wood flew at a terrifying speed, flying as violently as shrapnel.

Sanger was in the air, instantly pierced into a hedgehog, he is Taiji, very noble, the armor he wears is also extremely fine, a layer of chain mail at the bottom, the outside is iron leaf cotton armor, the head is a fine steel helmet, the face cover is also half a finger thick, dozens of catties of iron hanging on the body, ordinary arrows, knives and guns are not afraid at all.

But at this moment, the earth-shattering thunder buried in the trench was detonated in the narrow ditch, which invisibly added a layer of destructive power, and the thin iron and steel balls sprayed along the broken surface of the trench rushed through the broken shield cart, and then burst out together wrapped in wood, and the dense tiger squat cannon fired against the belly of Sanger's horse.

The sunlight that fell on him instantly turned into a fire-like heat, and then blood flew in the smoke, and in the next second, the turbulent shock wave followed closely behind the burst, blowing this sturdy and martial Mongolian nobleman into several pieces.

Together with Sanger, the Mongol soldiers who rushed in the first row basically disappeared in the explosion, and the earth-shaking thunder buried in the first trench was more numerous and denser than in front of the trench, and the entire trench was full of fire from left to right, and the Ming Dynasty mines roared underground one by one, and they were pulled and exploded, venting their anger with fire and smoke.

The ground was shaking violently, as fierce as an earthquake, and even though the Mongol soldiers behind were not frightened, the horses were startled, and the men shouted that the horses neighed in a loud noise, and the neat queues were disrupted, and the frightened horses were scurrying back and forth, and the knights on their bodies were like wolves scattered on the steppe.

In the rear of the Qing army, Dolgon's face changed, the cruel light in his eyes became more and more obvious, his hand pinched the reins, the green tendons rose, the war horse under the crotch was alarmed by the explosion in the distance, shook his head uneasily, and his big eyes stared at the fireworks in the air, and some wanted to retreat.

Dorgon leaned down, gently touched the horse's neck, and whispered a few words in the horse's ear, and the horse obediently stepped on its hooves, shook its bright tail, and calmed down.

Raising his head, Dorgon regained his steady and natural male style, and with one hand he touched the long mane of the war horse, which was more graceful than the hair of the most beautiful woman on the prairie, and felt the smooth and supple texture, and his face was as calm as if watching a big show.

But in my heart, I was full of anger.

The raging flames were scorching his heart, and two completely puzzling explosions destroyed an army of more than 10,000 people, and his people didn't even touch the side of the Ming army.

Under normal circumstances, even if the Ming army on the opposite side had a weapon like a cannon-like in red clothes, he was sure to rush to the city with one blow.

But today, it ran into hard stubble.

The Han army doesn't matter, if it's dead, it's dead, no matter how high the official position is, the military general is also a slave who can give up at any time in the eyes of Dolgon.

But the Mongols were different, these cavalry were not much worse than the Jurchen cavalry, a loss was a loss, and one Mongol knight was worthy of the combat effectiveness of five Han troops. What's worse is that the Mongols are different from the Han Chinese, the Han people are slaves and can be pinched as much as they want; And the Mongols are allies, friends who rely on the stick of affinity and affinity, and there are many dead people, and they have to withdraw regardless of it.

With his mind spinning rapidly, Dorgon looked at the large group of headless horsemen scurrying like flies in the distance, nervously thinking about what to do next.

"Order, Ge Dahun and Ye Chen's people don't move first, stay put! Don't move the artillery camp of Sun Long of the Han army! After thinking for a moment, Dorgon raised his head and gave a resolute order: "Blow the trumpet and beat the drum!" Order Sangar's men to continue to rush forward, and be sure to pull out the earthen wall of the Ming army and reach the bottom of the wall! ”

After a pause, he added: "If anyone retreats, they will be killed!" ”

A few heralds shouted yes and rode away.

The princes and generals who were surrounding were all grim-faced, their eyes were awe-inspiring, and the atmosphere was grim and depressing, Ge Dahun and Ye Chen were Jurchen generals, and the soldiers they led were the Eight Banners of Jianzhou, and they were originally going to attack the fortified positions after the Mongol cavalry broke up the Ming army position in front of the pass, but at this moment Dolgon changed the order, obviously because things had changed.

The reason is known to everyone, from the beginning of the battle to the present, the development of the situation is in full view, the Ming army has two huge and powerful mine ambushes, knocked out nearly 10,000 people, and countless wounded, I don't know how much gunpowder the damn Ming army has buried in the ground, has it been hollowed out of the ground?

In any case, it is obvious that the Ming army must still have a backhand, and it is obviously not in the interests of Dolgon to push the Jurchen Eight Banners up at this moment, and the Mongols, anyway, are already like this, let them go to the thunder more times.

Thinking like this in my heart, the expressions on people's faces are different, the Jurchens don't care, the Mongolians are indignant, and the Han people are like mourning and examining, which is wonderful and colorful, and it is not enough.

The sound of the vast horn sounded again, the dense drumbeat overpowered the rain, and the deafening explosion had just stopped for less than a moment, and the signal of the advance came from the Qing army's position.

The Mongolian soldiers looked back at the place where they started in surprise, a little dazed, Sanger was dead, there was no backbone in the team, everyone looked at each other, some unwilling and helpless to instigate the war horse, shouting and rushing forward.

Bai Guangen wiped his face in the mud and wiped the mud and sand off his eyes before he got up.

The second explosion affected the shield cart where he was hiding, because the distance was too close, the solid wooden cart trembled like a piece of paper in the wind formed by the shock wave, Bai Guangen only felt that his eyes were dark, and his body flew up, hitting a corner of the shield cart beside him, as if it had passed.

When he woke up, the ground was still shaking, but he could tell that it wasn't the explosion continuing, but the horse's hooves approaching.

He stood up, but didn't straighten his back, fear made him bow his head, and the cat's waist looked over the remnants of the shield car.

The Mongolian cavalry of the brigade stepped on the corpse of the robe and spread along the route of Sanger's death, and the black and oppressed horse shadows were drawn into a straight line, and converged in front of the first trench in front of the more than ten passages that had been filled, and then crossed the trench and rushed towards their side.

The sound of hooves shook the ground, although it was not as fierce as the explosion of the Ming army's firearms, but it had a unique sense of shock, and thousands of cavalry were like an ocean of boundless, and unstoppable like a stormy wave.

It's time to wrap it up.

Bai Guangen lay behind the shield cart, his own soldiers have long been finished, those who flee to death will die, this battle should be over, the Ming army will no longer bury firearms in the second trench, right? Right?

Bai Guangen only hoped that this battle like a dead dream would end quickly, whether it was the retreat of the Qing army or the retreat of the Ming army.

(End of chapter)