The cessation of the rainstorm and the slight brightness of the sky seemed to be just a matter of moments. The sky was as dark as night in an instant, and ominous shadows reigned again. With a loud thunderclap overhead, the rain of iron beans poured down again.

The Qing army's roundabout attack at Yakou had not yet opened the way, and it was disrupted by the torrential rain. The line Guoan was ruthless, braving the rain to build, and he must not retreat.

The clammy and cold breath soaked into the skin and bones, and the soft humus layer under the feet, or the slime that could stain the shoes, hit the body like projectiles in the heavy rain, and the auxiliaries were working in this raging rainstorm, no less than another war. At first, only sporadic people fell, and the further back they fell, the more they fell, and they fell in the mud and could never get up again.

People have also become numb over time. There is no mercy for those who have fallen, and there is no right for mercy for those who live. For the dead, the living are powerless and do not need to bury them, and they either take off the shoes of the deceased or tear off the clothes of the deceased, and are unceremonious in order to live a little longer.

"Damn the rain!" A Qing soldier suddenly cursed, and then he fell down, never to get up again.

Daniel Zhang, who was not far away, heard it, his face was expressionless, but he sighed secretly in his heart. The auxiliaries could have been consumed in this way, but he still lacked confidence in victory. The main force of the line Guoan has arrived, and the confidence is sufficient, but the environment is still so bad. Moreover, Line Guoan vetoed his proposal to divide troops and attack around, believing that breaking through from the front was the only way to win in a dignified manner, and the attack would not only disperse the troops, but if the enemy was ambushed and defeated again, morale would be crippled.

Morale will soon be slumped, Daniel Zhang sighed in his heart. Borrowing the power of heaven and earth to defend against the enemy, what the ancient famous generals can do, compared with the commander of the Ming army opposite, he is far inferior to the line of national security! Is it really Li Dingguo, the king of Jin, who is in command? Daniel Zhang frowned, and his fear was even heavier. Line Guoan, line Guoan, even if Li Dingguo kills your old master Kong Youde in Guilin, you can't lose your mind because of hatred?

Daniel Zhang only suggested that the opposite side might be commanded by Li Dingguo, the puppet king of Jin, but he did not expect that the line Guoan would become angry and want to break through the enemy's defense line at any cost. In his mind, this was because Li Dingguo killed Kong Youde, the old master of Line Guoan, in Guilin, but he didn't know that there was another reason for it.

In fact, following the main force of the line Guoan arrived there was also a messenger in Kunming, and the line Guoan's friend reported to him, and the imperial court issued an order to Lin Tianqing, the governor of Yunnan, and the decree said: "The line Guoan poisoned the Yunnan region, robbed, killed, and plundered, and the crime was serious. ”

Although the line Guoan was not punished for this in history, and then he still guarded Guangxi with the rank of general of the barbarian, but at this time, the line Guoan felt panicked. If the army is defeated this time, or he returns in vain, Xian Guoan is worried that the imperial court will take advantage of this attack and give him a double crime. Therefore, he was anxious to make meritorious service and atone for his sins, so he relied on the strength of the troops after the arrival of the main force to lift up a little, and decided to storm the Nansai public house.

The ensuing battle process was as Daniel Zhang thought, it was not smooth, and it could even be called cruel and abnormal, frightening and desperate.

In the traditional concept, hand-to-hand combat is the most tragic, but the offensive and defensive battles of Nansai Gongfang are purely about fighting attrition, consuming the time of confrontation, consuming the will to fight, and consuming fresh lives. The Qing army squirmed and climbed up like ants, and crossbow arrows, stones, and javelins rained down like arrows, like arrows borrowed from straw boats, but instead of bundled haystacks, hundreds of living people with blood and blood were pierced.

It was raining in the sky, and there was no dry place on the body, plus the steep slope of the mountain and the unfavorable terrain, the Ming army was condescending and stubbornly resisted. After three days of attack, the hillside was littered with the corpses of the Qing army. There are Han troops, there are Ganshaan-Shaanxi green battalions, and there are auxiliaries who serve as cannon fodder. When the rain stopped, gunpowder and earth bombs fell, and there was a cloud of blood mist, and the stumps and severed arms of dead people flew up.

Some of the corpses began to rot and stink, and maggots crawled everywhere. The rain that runs down the roots, the stems of the grass, and the leaves of the trees is a dark red, and the blood cannot be washed away by the rain. The blood has become one with the mountain, and the blood has been soaked deep in the soil and stones, drawn into the grass, and grown into the trees, and the mountain seems to have become a big steamed bun filled with human blood.

The rain washed all kinds of dirt and collected it into the stream, and the Qing army no longer dared to drink the nearby water, but the plague stretched out its magic hand and was slowly choking the throat of the Qing army.

It's already the fifth day, and in the slightest drizzle, the frenzied attacks have begun again. The Han army and the Gan-Shaanxi Green Battalion, under the personal supervision of Daniel Zhang and Line Guoan, took turns to attack. Commanders at all levels supervised the battle, and the soldiers were forced to rush to the top of the mountain like a group of prisoners with dead faces, trampling on rotten flesh and dead corpses, stepping on maggots and blood.

The muddy hillside seemed to be splashed with oil, and the Qing army had to pay attention to the wrestling under their feet, and also beware of the flying crossbow arrows and stones.

The trenches had almost been filled in by the dead bodies, and the deer barricades had all been knocked down, and only the wooden fences, which had been reinforced several times in the intervals between battles, were still able to act as a hindrance. But Zhu Yongxing was still shocked by such a tragic battle, and he had already transferred the reserves and took turns resting with the front-line troops to cope with the frantic attack of the Qing army.

The musketeers fired first under the thatched huts, and white smoke rose from the air, followed by screams. One, two, three, four, five, the gunfire stopped for a while, and the shadow of the enemy was no longer visible after the white smoke. The Ming pikemen marched up in line and approached the fence.

Before the smoke cleared, Zhu Yongxing saw several spears piercing through the cracks in the fence, and the Qing army, which had been forced to lose their minds, finally attacked.

"Kill!" The pikemen of the Ming army let out a roar and stabbed the spear out of the jab, and the tip of the spear slammed into the flesh, and the terrible howl suddenly pierced the eardrums.

The spears were swallowed, and the soldiers on both sides fought through the fence. The white smoke cleared, and what Zhu Yongxing saw was a dense Qing army, his eyes flashing with a complex look of fear, despair, and madness. One fell, and the one behind followed, stepping on his companion's body, whether he was dead or wounded, and stabbing his weapon forward.

Countless stones flew up from behind the Ming army's formation, broke through the rain curtain, crossed the fence, and smashed on the heads of the Qing army. Batch after batch, blocking the continuity of the Qing army's attack team. The corpses in front of the fence continued to pile up, and the Qing army continued to pour up, stepping on layers of piled up corpses, desperately attacking forward.