The breeze kept blowing on Huang Taiji's face, and there was some faint sweat and blood, and he couldn't help but squint.

This weather, originally a good time in Liaodong, midsummer has not arrived, the cold remnants of winter have been swept away, everywhere is the spring scene, the grass and trees are flourishing again, the Jurchens originally lived outside the side wall, there are mountains and forests everywhere, in such weather, everyone began to prepare to enter the dense forest to shoot, only another month, the wild animals began to fatten, the Jurchen hunters began to shoot the prey, skinned to sell, the meat dried to make bacon and bacon, ready to eat in winter.

In late autumn, the hunters gave up hunting, and the wild animals mated and raised fat, and the following year the wild animals would give birth to young, and the Jurchens would leave a spring time for the young animals to grow up, and only at the beginning of summer did they resume hunting.

In autumn, people began to fish, from the Jianzhou Jurchen tribe to the Changbai Mountain tribe is not as good as the Jurchen tribe living on both sides of the Heilongjiang River, where the tribes specialize in fishing for a living, the vast river is full of fishing boats, and there are some place names that can see the prosperity of the local fishery.

Then there is a long cold winter, looking down from the tall buildings of the old city, everywhere is snow-white, you can see the dog pulling the sled on the snow more than one person walking hard, people will not go out until the last resort, Huang Taiji was a teenager, Jianzhou Wei has not yet annexed several tribes, everyone lives in the old city of Foala, hiding in the house in winter, and Chu Ying, Daishan several brothers, burning the fire pond, throwing the pine nuts by the fire and roasting and eating, the brothers are frolicking, and they dare not go out when they are idle, and the materials are poor, They don't have a few good robes to wear, and they are tired of eating pine nuts. Everyone cut the meat with a knife and ate it. Drinking snow-white broth.

It's been a hard time...... Fortunately. Defeat the Ming army in front of you, and then capture Liaoyang, Liaozhong and Liaonan large areas of land, those fertile, horses can't run for a few days on the plain land, reclaimed cooked land, those Han people who are far better than the Jurchens can farm, you can get it, right?

The battle ahead was fierce and brutal. The casualties of the Eight Banners exceeded 1,000 in a short period of time, and with the first battle losses, the casualties were already close to 2,000.

Repeated battles, more than 100,000 beheading of the Ming army, and the casualties of the Eight Banners have never been so heavy!

"Four Baylor, isn't it ......"

Gushan Ezhen Adun rode his horse and ran over, his face full of hesitation.

The bloody battle in front of him frightened him, and the Zhenghuang Flag and other flags on the frontal battlefield did their best, and the sound of fighting sounded into the sky. The soldiers fought bloodily, and the officers at all levels also rushed forward bravely. The Eight Banners are imposing, the rain of arrows keeps falling, and the Ming army on the opposite side is not chaotic at all, from the battle to the present, the Ming army has been fighting against the Eight Banners, although the number is down, but the Sichuan army is all soldiers, there are a considerable number of Yu Ding on the side of the Eight Banners, after the armor is unfavorable and the Ming army is scorched, those Yu Ding can only shoot arrows far away in the rear formation, the damage caused by the arrows is very limited, there is not much threat to the Ming army, and the Sichuan army is very fierce, the spear array keeps moving forward, and the gun array keeps stabbing, The tiger spears and iron spears on the side of the Eight Banners are much shorter than the spears of the Sichuan army, and the Sichuan army is not weak in the battle, and the weapons are weak, and the Eight Banners already have a feeling that they can't resist.

"Adun, you bring someone forward first, and all my white armor will be sent to you, if you can't stand it, I will meet myself." Huang Taiji's face was indifferent, his eyes were lifeless, he looked at Ah Dun, the other party's face was obviously shocked, this father Khan's henchman was really useless.

"Well, listen to Four Baylor."

Adun showed a hateful expression on his face, he took the people back and turned back, the Ming army and the Eight Banners soldiers in front of him had already fought with dogs, and there were scuffles everywhere, the popping sound of weapons stabbing the human body, the crisp click of knives cutting bones, and the screams and wails of people were endless, even Adun, who had been fighting on the battlefield for many years, felt terrified.

A Ming army general wearing multiple iron armor, holding a thick horse stick in his hand, the top of the stick is a sharp blade, this man stands on the pile of dead people, picks up the horse stick and smashes people, a smash is a piece, his strength is extremely great, the reaction is also extremely fast, several white armor rushed forward, wanted to kill this person by martial arts, were stoned to death by this man, most of the people who stepped forward were smashed to the head, the whole head was gone, and the blade was cut off half of the waist, and the people kept screaming on the ground, very soon, This Ming army general is surrounded by corpses in a place, and the corpses of several white armors are particularly conspicuous, seeing him so vicious, many banner soldiers subconsciously avoided this place and turned to attack other places.

"Phew, dog Tartar, don't go." The general was light and agile, and he carried the horse stick to a crowded place again.

"Barbarian, what a barbarian."

Adun muttered to himself, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead, and after thinking about it, he went to a place where the battle was not fierce.

After Aden left, Huang Taiji sent a white armor team of more than 200 people, on the frontal battlefield, the Sichuan army has continuously broken the armor of each banner, the rest of the soldiers have scattered and retreated, and the armor soldiers who supervised the battle continued to kill many people, which barely stabilized the front, but under the offensive of the Sichuan army, the front will not be able to withstand sooner or later.

On the battlefield on both wings, the intensity of the battlefield commanded by Yue Tuo and others has dropped far away, there are many dead people on the ground, the Yu Ding retreated far away from archery, the armor fought for a while and retreated, sat on the ground to rest, drank water, and then stepped forward to fight for a while, the full strength of the Sichuan army was used in the front, and the two wings were happy to maintain such a non-fierce state, as long as the Eight Banners did not come up to attack, the Sichuan army would not care about them, and those corpses on the battlefield on both sides seemed to be just some unlucky ghosts, who had lost their lives early in the less intense battle.

The white armor sent by Huang Taiji and the rest of the white armor merged together and gathered into a strong team of four or five hundred people.

Now the frontal battlefield has been a little chaotic, at the beginning of the engagement, the front lines of both sides are very neat, the front row soldiers on both sides keep poking each other, like two metal torrents slammed together, both sides have a large number of battle-hardened, tenacious soldiers, in the front row of the battle, the back row of the Sichuan crossbowmen and the Eight Banners Yu Ding are archery, the rest of the soldiers just stand quietly, did not push the front row, so that their own side of the formation becomes chaotic, such a cold weapon battle era, the array is more important than everything, After the comrades in the front row fall or are injured and retreat, the back row is to step forward to fill the position, the kind of battlefield situation of rushing up and slashing indiscriminately during the battle is just the boring conjecture of later generations, the real elite division, in fact, is like this to keep maintaining the array, pressing the other party, which side can maintain the formation to the end, is the winner of victory. (To be continued......)

PS: The update is really slow, and it can't be stable, there is no way, writing this book is just my ideal, I want to write those singing and crying stories that happened in Liaodong, write it with my best level, whether there is any effort, old readers should see it. But I have to support my family, and the manuscript fee is not enough to live, so I can only finish it as much as possible, and I can't guarantee stable and high-speed updates, which is a pity, and please forgive me.