With the movements of the Eight Banners, nearly 7,000 Sichuan troops also took action.

The wounded soldiers were sent back to the north bank of the Hunhe River, and the Zhejiang soldiers were still camping there, as long as the Sichuan army persisted, the Zhejiang soldiers could cross the river to support, and at the same time there was a strong camp in the rear, in case the war was unfavorable, they could enter the camp and wait for help.

This is also the intention of more than 10,000 soldiers and horses to be divided into two units, and now it is not of much significance for more than 3,000 Zhejiang soldiers to enter the battlefield, it is better to operate a stable rear for the Sichuan army.

At the same time, several general soldiers sent messengers many times to ask Yuan Yingtai for reinforcements from Liaodong Economic Strategy, urging Li Bingcheng, Jiang Bi, Zhu Wanliang and other generals of the Northern Army to quickly lead troops and horses to help.

This big battle is bloody and long enough, but the second wave of the main attack of the Eight Banners has just begun.

The smell of blood and earthiness in the air seems to be heavier, countless pairs of people wearing leather boots and armor are moving on the battlefield, Yu Ding wearing arrow clothes is following the armor soldiers, the armor soldiers are following Zhuangda, Bashiku, Niu Lu Ezhen, the banner is from the following, like all kinds of flowers blooming on the vast plain, the weapons are held high, many people are exhausted, but still follow the banner action, the morale of the new army is strong, the heavy casualties just now did not make the morale of the Eight Banners Army frustrated, in the past two years, the Ming army has won many battles, And every victory is to kill the Ming army cleanly, especially the Liaodong Ming Army-based Northern Army, the backbone was almost broken in the past two years, after He Shixian's death, the Northern Army suffered extremely heavy losses, the confidence of the Eight Banners is rising, Shenyang Jiancheng, tens of thousands of Ming troops can not hold on, a battle, although the seven thousand Sichuan army in front of them is strong, although the first defeat for a while, but it is only a small setback.

The crumbling sound of the bowstring clattering. This time, more than half of the main force of the Eight Banners surrounded the Sichuan army on three sides. Soldiers are in front. Yu Ding was behind, within two hundred steps Yu Ding began to shoot on his back, the armor soldiers continued to move forward with bows and arrows, the arrows in the sky were as dense as flying locusts, the sound of trumpets came and went, and the beast-like shouts of the Houjin soldiers, the neighing of horses, in this black land within a radius of more than ten miles. In the blink of an eye, it's hell!

When the Eight Banners were assembled, the Sichuan soldiers, who were sitting cross-legged on the ground to rest, were inspired by the sound of drums to stand up and put on their armor again.

After a fierce battle, many people were already exhausted, the sharp edge just now was withdrawn, and Wu Wenjie and other generals who had just been in the rear and their troops were transferred to the front to replace those who were physically exhausted.

In the face of a strong enemy, the Sichuan army was not afraid, and the soldiers calmly put on armor. The most front-line ones were also draped with quilts and other objects to defend against bows and arrows. The crossbowmen were loading, and they were few in number, but when the enemy's armor approached, they kept shooting poisoned arrows from the gaps, inflicting great damage on the Jurchens.

The pikemen had confident smiles on their faces, their spears far exceeded the weapons in the hands of the Eight Banners, they were highly trained, and most of the officers and soldiers were close to each other, and they were fearless on the battlefield thousands of miles away from home.

Countless enemies poured up, and in the fierce drumbeat, the soldiers of the Sichuan army began to move forward to meet the enemy.

The Jurchen rain of arrows shot first with their heads and faces, and for the soldiers in the front who were dressed in triple armor and even covered with quilts, the damage of the arrow rain was very limited, and most of the arrows thrown down fell to the ground, stuck in the soil, like a weed that suddenly grew out.

The Sichuan army still used one, three, five, and seven shock formations, but they were slightly strengthened on the flanks, and after many rounds of arrow rain, the infantry rushed to the infantry.

The battlefield was full of shouts and slashes, the Eight Banners array was also very neat, the front lines of both sides were relatively intact, and the number of Jurchens was larger, and the front and both wings of the Sichuan army were attacked at the same time.

The spears and the tiger guns on the opposite side, the knives began to fight each other, the sergeants on both sides are very skilled, one side is strong-willed, the other side is high morale, both sides have a strong desire for victory, the officers of the two armies are constantly in the battle to stimulate morale, and at the same time command, the officers of the two armies also have superb martial arts, while commanding, from time to time with the pro-army to the dangerous place to help, stabilize the battlefield.

Wu Wenjie was one of the few archers in the Sichuan army who was good at archery, and he could shoot left and right, and he and some archers organized themselves and stood together, aiming at the thick places of the Jurchen array and shooting arrows non-stop.

Soon, the two pots of arrows were shot out, and a bunch of people fell on the opposite side, Wu Wenjie's last arrow was shot at a knight's face door, the arrow shaft was deeply inserted into the face of the Jurchen, and the tail of the arrow was still shaking in his face door, and the two people in arrow robes were crying while helping people down, it is estimated that it was a Jurchen general above Niu Lu Ezhen, who died on the battlefield, and the companions of these officers must also fight to the death, otherwise they will definitely be killed even after the war.

Wu Wenjie's arms felt sore, he waved his arms, and after feeling a little better, he drew his sword forward, and those archers also abandoned their bows, drew their long knives, and went to the formation to support the gunners.

"If you are defeated today, you will die, move forward bravely, defeat a strong enemy, and there is still a chance to win."

Wu Wenjie's voice was not fanatical, but with a hint of calmness, but he kept wandering in the formation, swinging his sword to slash the enemy, and at the same time inspiring those first-line gunners.

Under his encouragement, the morale of many soldiers was higher and the impact was more violent.

Wu Wenjie is not as heavy as Zhou Dunji, and he fights at the forefront, but his command is not worse than Zhou Dunji.

On the array, countless officers like Wu Wenjie all behaved in the same way, and no officer had selfish intentions to escape, and the entire Sichuan army was united, as if it were one.

The dead began to increase, blood flowed, the corpses on the ground were stacked layer by layer, the smell of human sweat and horse sweat was permeated on the battlefield, and people kept dragging the corpses backwards, whether it was the Ming army or the Jurchens, the corpses of their own side were placed, and they didn't care for the time being, and the corpses of the enemy were dragged over, first cut off with a knife, and then thrown aside at will.

There was an officer who had been wounded in the abdomen and his intestines were running down the ground, and he was probably a believer, and he could barely sit and mumble sutras with his palms together, and in less than a quarter of an hour he died in agony.

The seriously wounded soldiers couldn't help but groan, most of them were going to die, the medical skills of this era could not save them, and the lightly wounded were mostly dangerous, the cold at night and the lack of medical treatment and medicine would make their injuries worse, especially now in the fierce battle, everyone's kettles were quickly emptied, and the dry food was also eaten, the wounded soldiers lacked food and water, their lips were dry, and their bodies were like fire, and the pain of the wounds was combined with the pain of lack of water and exposure to the sun, and many wounded soldiers died not long after, and a whole swarm of flies appeared on the battlefield, It hovered over the dead and wounded.

Chen Ce ordered his own soldiers to take the kettle to the Hunhe River to fetch water, but the quantity was too small for the soldiers to drink.

"Hey, kill, forward, kill."

The garrison Lei Anmin took his own soldiers, holding guns in both hands, and kept rushing forward to kill.

The spear poked past, bringing up blood rain and minced meat, but the Eight Banners' counterattack was difficult to hurt the Sichuan army, and the exchange ratio between the two sides was very different, although the Eight Banners were also battle-hardened, many of them were elite soldiers and more fierce and warlike white armor, but their front was still constantly retreating.

The whole battlefield, the dog's teeth are staggered, it is almost noon, the sun is like fire, people are constantly fighting, wounded, and dead, and the war horses are constantly being injured and dying, and people are fighting endlessly, and there is no hope of victory on both sides for the time being. (To be continued......)