The "second prince" is rich and covered in blood, and it is obvious that he has also fought on the battlefield in person, he cheered up: "Don't look at the madness of the Manchurians, this is just a trapped beast fighting, back to the light, now it depends on the enemy and me, who can grit their teeth and persevere!" ”

The generals were silent, gritting their teeth and insisting...... They had been gritting their teeth in Nebuchu for months. At the end of February, after capturing Nebuchu and stabilizing the northern rear road, he learned that Yinghua had launched a large-scale northern expedition, and Nian Qianyao resolutely raised the flag. The unrested troops hurried south, joined the men and horses in the rear, and rushed all the way to the west.

During this period of time, all the middle and senior generals were forced to survive themselves, and Nian Qianyao himself had been urinating blood every day, but he was inspired by the great cause of the new dynasty.

What else is there to be afraid of Manchurians? The British have skinned the Manchurians over the years, and now the British Northern Expedition, the Manchurians are the dogs who lost their families, and they copied the Manchurians' hometowns, but they beat the water dogs.

Although Dayan is new, it can break free from the rule of the Manchus, and there is a great future to be gained, and the martial arts under the Nian Qianyao are high-spirited. Nian Qianyao has been divided for many years, his troops are strong and strong, and he also has endless goods with British and Chinese merchants, excellent armaments, and strict military law. The martial arts of bullying the Oront New Manchurian tribes are not worth boasting about, fighting hard in winter, destroying the Rakshasas, and capturing Nibuchu Such a feat is difficult for Kangxi to achieve, and he dare not say that he is better than Yinghua Hongyi, but he is full of confidence in cleaning up the Manchurians.

When the 30,000-strong army approached the city of Salhu, no one could have imagined that the Manchurians would be able to hold this walled city for a month! Is it because this walled city is called Salhu City?

By the time everyone began to get serious, the opportunity had been lost, and a large number of Manchurian reinforcements who had been trained came from the west to fight in the city, and fought in a stalemate with them.

At this time, it was learned that Shengjing was already in charge of Ortai, an old minister in the Yongzheng era, and he changed the previous Shengjing Shaling battalion into a military guard, completely reorganized it with the new military system, and then appointed a large number of young Manchu officers. With the slogan of losing the Salhu, the people of the Manchurian people were inspired to fight. There were only 20,000 soldiers, the guns were not ready, and the poorly trained Wuwei army actually dragged the 30,000 Yan army to Salhu City.

The judgment of the young man should be right, relying on this kind of blood, the people can fight so far, and it has reached the point of running out of oil and lamps. As long as you keep going, you will definitely win!

But...... Until then, will your side be able to hold on?

Nian Qianyao swept the fatigue of his subordinates into his eyes one by one, and he had to admit that they couldn't hold on anymore. Over the past month, more than 5,000 troops have been killed or wounded. Rank and file officers have been replaced two or three times. Because the maritime merchants did not know what the British attitude was towards Dayan's struggle for Liaodong, the number of merchant ships entering Vladivostok was sharply reduced, and the logistics were also frequently urgent.

His subordinates couldn't hold on anymore, but he had to insist, if he couldn't get Sheng Jing, his Dayan would be a joke. If he doesn't even have the ability to beat the water dogs. The Holy Dao Emperor would have no scruples and would pull out his Great Yan mercilessly.

Seeing that Nian Qianyao's bloodshot pupils gathered a little bit of essence light, the generals secretly complained.

One person gritted his teeth and said: "The minister thinks that the offensive can be slowed down a little, and when the army of the three princes advances north, the full army of Salhu will definitely collapse by itself!" ”

Everyone was silent for a moment, and the cheeks of the young man on the side twitched obviously, and the gaze cast on this person was extremely resentful.

Nian Qianyao waved his hand and vetoed: "Nian Bin still has red clothes to serve all the way, we can't pin our hopes of entering Shengjing on the North Korean soldiers." ”

Nianfu breathed a sigh of relief. Then throw a color at the other person. The man seemed to have a tacit understanding and nodded slightly. There was also a cold light in his eyes.

Nian Qianyao turned around, and the red cloak blew in the wind, like Nian Qianyao's heart, suddenly spraying thin.

"All to the battlefield! I'm on it too! ”

In the exclamation of everyone, Nian Qianyao made up his mind, in order to win the battle in front of him, he did not hesitate to bet everything!

Soldiers in iron gray uniforms and soft-brimmed cloth hats, led by the beat of the drums, formed a horizontal formation, penetrated the fog of gunpowder, and slowly approached the opponent, occasionally a cannonball penetrated the queue, grinding out a series of flesh and blood marks, but could not shake the entire queue.

Opposite them, the soldiers in dark blue coats and fur hats moved almost identically, marching in orderly formation against the artillery fire in front of them, oblivious to the pieces of flesh and blood splashed by the shells in the ranks.

With the war entering a comprehensive firearm, the corresponding tactics have also been popularized, the difference is only whether it can be trained and whether it can be used freely on the battlefield.

Compared with the red clothes, the battle formation of the Yan army and the Qing army is obviously an era behind, and the advance of the horizontal formation is extremely messy, every hundred steps or so, you have to stop and regroup, if it is not for the artillery of both sides is not good enough, the advance of the two armies for this period of time is enough to drop thousands of corpses.

However, after all, the two armies have broken away from the old era of mixed hot and cold weapons, and have entered the threshold of modern warfare. The two sides have been fighting under the city of Salhu to the extreme numbness, regardless of the officers and soldiers, they all look down on life and death, and just mechanically follow the military orders of their superiors, as if seeking liberation into the whirlpool of flesh and blood.

300 steps, the whole team, 200 steps, the whole team, 100 steps, still the whole team......

The line, which had been winding and uneven, advanced forty or fifty paces before coming to a halt, and the officers of both sides swung their sabers almost simultaneously, and the sound of puffy guns roared like a waterfall. The white smoke of gunsmoke stained the already chaotic battlefield even more ethereal.

At first, the platoon of guns, which could still hear a clear rhythm, completely changed its tone after three or four rounds, and it became a pouring rain, and rows of soldiers fell, and the front battle formation quickly became sparse. With the officer's order, the rear front was pushed up again, wave after wave, and looking at the actions of either side alone, although there was no return, there was no return, but there was no gain, like a moth throwing fire.

Whether it was the Qing soldiers or the Yan soldiers, they were counting on their own shot to be the last shot, and after this bullet was fired, the other party could no longer hold on, and they turned around and fled, and the enemy front collapsed. When the two lines were less than twenty paces closer, the expressions on the faces of the opposing enemy could be clearly seen, mixed with fear, numbness, luck, bloodthirstiness, and mania, as if they were looking in a mirror, just like themselves.

After shooting in the face of less than twenty steps, it was as if they had been escorted to the execution ground, and the fear could not be more unbearable, and when the officers on both sides each managed to organize a platoon of guns and knock down nearly half of each other, the survivors finally squeezed out a cry from their already burning throats: "Kill!" ”

It's all the same. Both sides leveled their muskets, straightened their bayonets, and rushed forward. The two lines intersected violently, and the bayonet led the human body to slam together, and in an instant, the two angry waves squeezed out a clear scarlet line.

Bayonets, rifle butts, elbows, legs and feet, at this time the officers and men on both sides have completely lost their minds. Just thinking about stabbing and stoning the enemy in front of them to death, many people huddled together, rolling on it, and they used their teeth to find the enemy's neck, and there was only one thought to support them in a crazy situation: either he died, or I died.

After a long time. The hustle and bustle gradually fell silent, and the survivors began to retreat, not conscious, but corpses all over the ground separating them from each other, and it was difficult to gather into battle formations to fight each other.

At the same time as the field battle under the city, the same play was also staged at the east gate of Salhu City, but the stage was narrower, and the Yan army collapsed a section of the city wall with artillery. The infantry that attacked the gap was blocked by the Qing army, and thousands of people were crowded in front of the gap less than five zhang wide, and there was still room to fight with bayonets at the beginning, but in the end they were completely crowded, and they only relied on their whole bodies to push the opponent.

The Yan army did not distinguish between friend and foe, and bombarded the crowd with self-made flying cannons, while the Qing army responded with crude grenades, flames and thunder rendering the gap into an unearthly Shura field. When everything subsides. The mud, bricks, and human bodies are so mixed together that it is almost impossible to distinguish them.

May 10th. The battle between the Qing army and the Yan army was far more tragic than in the past because the commanders of both sides personally charged the battle, and the victory or defeat was still not distinguished, and in the end it was a dripping rain that separated the two armies.

In the gradually dense rain curtain, a gray-clothed general gasped for air, sabred and staggered back, the same person who proposed to slow down the offensive in front of Nian Qianyao.

As soon as he stepped on the pontoon bridge on the Suzi River, two gray-clothed generals came to meet him, and one of them asked, "Zuo Zhiyan?" ”

The general responded, and the other general came up, as if to help him, the two bodies intersected, a cold light flashed, Zuo Zhiyan's body froze, and the tip of a knife came out through his back.

Pushing the dead man with an angry expression into the river, the man who drew the knife whispered, "Go and accompany your third prince." ”

"Don't bother me!"

Under the big tent on the iron back mountain, Nian Qianyao pushed Nian Fu away, and regardless of the heavy rain, his whole body was soaked, so he looked to the west in a daze.

Still didn't win...... Aren't the Manchurians no longer courageous? Why has he used all his strength, but he still can't defeat the Manchurian on the other side? Why!? God, which side are you on?

The rain was cold, but Nian Qianyao's heart was burning red, and his eyes, which were already bloodshot, were even more red at this time.

A trace of blood appeared in his sight, Nian Qianyao thought it was the blood stains on his face, and waved his hand to wipe it, not only did it not erase it, but the blood spread into thick blood stains, he blinked vigorously, but the blood color was still clearly visible when he closed his eyes.

"Damn! No...... Don't ...... at this time"

Nian Qianyao seemed to be aware of it, stiffened his cheeks and muttered, and wanted to wipe his face again, but his arm was halfway extended, but as his body softened, the whole person fell straight down.

"Hooray!"

"Your Majesty!"

"Father!"

The exclamation sounded, but Nian Qianyao knew that he was completely unconscious.

The spring rain not only brought vitality to Liaodong, but also brought endless death.

On 11 May, when the bloody battle in Salhu City was silent due to the spring rains, outside the Caohe Fort in the southeast of Lianshan Pass, the soldiers of the brigade wearing small hats, gray and blue short coats, and straw shoes were marching north under the dense light rain. Some of the soldiers were armed with muskets, some with bows and arrows, and some with spears, and they were all in a mess of equipment, and the marching ranks were disheveled.

Scanning this long queue that stretched for more than ten miles, Nian Bin, the third prince of Dayan, was full of joy and sorrow. Happily, my father and second brother have never made progress in Salhu, and it is very likely that my Korean army will advance to Shengjing. The worry is that Han Zaixing's red clothes are approaching Liaoyang, and if the red clothes are unfavorable to him, although the Korean army under his command has 60,000 people, the real top thing is only 5,000 firearms army, and in front of the red clothes is just a chicken and a dog.

As for the Manchus, not to mention that the Manchus are already lost dogs, the elite and daring army that Ortai has tangled must have all pressed to Salhu City, otherwise it is impossible to block the 30,000 army of his father, how can there be a Manchu army that can fight before him......

"North Korea and Vladivostok are all run by me, and even the second brother, your Korean concubine, I helped to ask for it, and you have been leading the army, why do you think that you will definitely press on my head?"

This thought was like a poisonous snake, as in the past, and quietly penetrated into Nian Bin's heart, thinking that he had Zuo Weisheng's support, and his father also had Zuo Weisheng's son by his side, and his close friend Zuo Zhiyan helped the village, Nian Bin smiled slightly.

"Speed up! Straight into Shengjing City, absolutely full of roots! ”

Nian Bin raised his voice and shouted, and his subordinates agreed loudly.

This shouting continued for a long time, and it did not stop, Nian Bin and the generals thought that the soldiers were in high spirits, and when they were smiling, their smiles suddenly froze.

Urgent, wailing, and screaming were mixed together, and came from miles ahead.

"@¥¥%%%Smecta -!"

"Full ##¥% Smecta -!"

Rao is Nian Bin, who is proficient in Xianyu, and after listening to it for a long time, he suddenly woke up, and the Manchurians ambushed!

Nian Bin's soul is scattered, how is it possible? Isn't it raining!?

Outside Lianshan Pass, the former wing of the Wuwei Army, President Agui Cema, rushed forward, and the rain brushed his cheeks, washing away his too young childishness, leaving only a layer of solid breath.

"Have you forgotten the bravery of our Manchurians!? Not only can the red clothes fight on a rainy day, but we Manchurians can too! ”

He shouted loudly with his horsewhip, and in front of the horsewhip, several horsemen rushed out and crashed into the ranks of the Korean soldiers.