The crimson blood was shocking, and the hot blood trickled out, warming the dry and cold earth, or flowing into the trenches, or slowly freezing on the ground, adding to the slippery everywhere. Many of the wounded Qing soldiers who did not die howled violently, struggled and crawled everywhere, and were seriously injured by projectiles, and the cold weather added to their suffering.

Many Qing soldiers did not die for a while, struggled desperately, screamed loudly, or covered their wounds, carried weapons, stumbled and continued to rush forward. Eventually, they were unable to do so, or roll into the trench in front of them without moving, or throw themselves on the pile of corpses, occasionally convulsing their bodies.

The muskets were still ringing like beans, and in order to march quickly, the Ming army changed into light armor and only brought five days of dry food, but each person carried seventy rounds of fixed ammunition and a batch of grenades with them.

The Qing soldiers crossed the first trench unhindered, but found that there was little place to stay in the open space between the second and third trenches. The corpses were multiplying and stacking, and they were soon hit by bullets after stumbling and having difficulty in moving, and became cold corpses on the ground.

Finally, the Qing soldiers woke up, and instead of rushing forward, they ran back screaming. However, it was easy to move forward and difficult to retreat, and they had to climb the ladder on the trench to get back, and many of them were crowded, panicked, and fell into the trench for half a day and could not climb out. There was another burst of shooting from behind the Qing soldiers, and there was not one out of ten Qing soldiers who could escape back.

The first attack ended in heavy casualties, and it was originally intended to use the Han soldiers as cannon fodder, but Osin Batulu miscalculated. The failure of the attack was not only a blow to morale from Yan Zòng, but even if the Manmeng Eight Banners, who were proficient in bows and arrows, were dispatched, the corpses and blood ice on the ground would definitely become a big obstacle, and the power they exerted would be greatly reduced.

Moreover, since it has been decided to break through the blockade with all its might, there is no reason to stop like this. It is necessary to ignore the casualties, round after round of onslaught, even if it is to fill the trench with corpses, so that there is hope.

Against the Han army, the Ming army suffered very few casualties, and the wounded and killed were carried down. A group of fresh troops were replaced, and they were again full of body to meet the more fierce attack.

Wang Zhan and the others, who were standing behind watching the battle, were already speechless in surprise, what kind of skilled martial arts could not play any role at all under the dense rain-like musket shooting. He felt that his confidence had been greatly damaged in such a mode of warfare.

"Brother Wang, let's have two of us—" A little brother looked at Wang Zhan with a sneer.

"Don't be discouraged, it's always good to have martial arts on you." Wang Zhan smiled ugly. said: "There is always a time to show it, and the Qing soldiers are about to rush to the front, isn't it just a sword and a gun?" ”

Eshen Baturu's face was pale, and he looked coldly at the Qing soldiers who had fled back, all of them were shocked and palpitated. Many of the Qing soldiers trembled all over, their eyes glazed over, perhaps with fear. Or maybe it's the reason why the fierce battle of the lower body is extremely expensive. But Eshen looked disdainful and disdainful, but he was taken aback in his heart. The Ming army's firecrackers are too powerful. Shields and heavy armor can't stop it, and this defensive formation is really not planted in your own play.

"Let the Eight Banners Warriors get on!" Deputy Commander Buyantu said helplessly and regretfully: "It is useless to drive away the Han army, the troops cannot be spread in the first place, and then wait until the road is full of corpses, and it is difficult to walk." It's even harder to break through. ”

Oshen Baturu sighed silently, regretting his initial decisions and tactics with some regret. If you send archers first to suppress the Ming army behind the low wall, and cover the friendly troops to set up ladders to charge, it may be the best choice.

"Fill in the trench first. No matter what it is, even if it's a corpse. Eshen cleaned up his chaotic mood, gritted his teeth and said: "Relying on a ladder to climb over it cannot form a superiority in troops, and the enemy can shoot calmly." The Eight Banners archers were transferred to cover, and it was still the Han soldiers who charged. Pass my orders, attack. Until sunset, our army was on the offensive. I want to see how far the Ming army on the opposite side can withstand the thunderous offensive of our army! ”

The order was given separately, the drummer beat the war drum, the trumpeter blew the horn, and the Qing soldiers formed formation one after another, and then let out an earth-shattering cry, screaming and rushing.

The deafening sound of fire guns continued, and the entire perimeter of the earthen wall defended by the Ming army was shrouded in dense smoke. The cold wind blew away the gunsmoke, but it couldn't wash away the thick smell of blood. On this narrow road, the soldiers on both sides of the Ming and Qing dynasties were fighting with their lives and deaths. The Qing soldiers used bows and arrows, various weapons, and their own flesh and blood to compete with the Great Flame Soldiers behind the earthen wall.

The Ming army behind the earthen wall fired again and again, and the dense Qing army was knocked to the ground one by one without aiming. The archers of the Eight Banners, desperately covering and shooting. But the area is too narrow, and firing arrows in front of the first trench is not only not very powerful, but the Qing soldiers in front also block the view. Between the second and third trenches, the corpses strewn across the ground and the blood-frozen ground made it difficult for them to gather together, and they had to face the deadly bombardment of the firecrackers.

The casualties of the Ming army were increasing, and the wounded were replaced one by one, while the casualties of the Qing soldiers were even heavier, and most of the wounded were left unattended, or lying on the ground waiting to die, or being trampled under the feet of the rushing friendly troops, or being pushed into the trench and becoming the material for filling the trench.

The first trench was filled with corpses, and the Qing soldiers began to fill the second one, and in the face of more intense fire from the Ming army, rows of Qing soldiers were knocked down, and then the trenches were pushed mercilessly.

The archers were tired, and their arms were so sore that they couldn't pull their bows, so they replaced them and shot arrows at the Ming army. The wounded Ming soldiers who were shot in the arm and face were constantly sent down, from loaders to shooters, one by one, frantically firing deadly lead bullets at the Qing soldiers.

The Qing army attacked frantically, the second trench was filled in, and they advanced one more step. The closer the distance, the harder and more powerful the muskets.

The ground was littered with the corpses of Qing soldiers, as well as patches of frozen blood. In the pool of blood, from time to time there were painful moans and screams of the undead Qing soldiers. The Qing soldiers who died in the trenches were mixed with mud and blood, and the corpses of different shapes were gradually frozen into a hard mass.

The casualties had already exceeded five hundred, and the Ming troops who had previously defended their positions were almost replaced. However, the casualties of the Qing army were greater, and the more they attacked, the more difficult it became.

There were too many dead and wounded, and the trenches were enough, and the remaining corpses and wounded became an obstacle to the charge. But the continuous offensive still had an effect, and there were already Qing troops rushing to the breastwork. Although he was hit at close range and fell down abruptly, it still made Eshen feel hopeful.

Suddenly, the firepower on the Ming army's position suddenly increased, the bright light of the fire system flashed non-stop, and the white smoke became thicker. The bullets were more dense, and the advancing Qing soldiers were beaten to the ground.

"Troops?" Eshen frowned, and ordered the drums to beat, urging the front to continue the attack.

Casualties do not need to be counted, nor do they need to be counted, let alone counted. Eshen knew that there must have been heavy casualties, not only the Han army, but also the Eight Banner archers who helped to cover. He looked at the Eight Banners soldiers who had already completed the formation, and hesitated whether to send this force with high hopes. Break through the enemy's resistance in one fell swoop.

Retreated? Eshen's raised arm hesitantly lowered it, and he saw that after a round of heavy fire, the roar of muskets on the Ming army's position had subsided, and his own soldiers had rushed under the breastwork, climbing upward.

What you see may not be true. The Qing soldiers fighting in front paid huge casualties, rushed to the low wall, only to find that it was not so easy to climb up.

Judging from the defensive position, the breastwork was no more than half a man high. But from the attacker's point of view, it is nearly three meters. The reason is simple. The underside of the breastwork was dug deep, creating a trench that was not a trench. The slope was also watered and slippery enough.

Most of the Qing soldiers were short and stout, and they couldn't see behind the wall when they stood under the wall, but this obstacle had to be overcome. Behind him, the war drums were urging, and the Warlord was pressing forward. To retreat is also to die. The bottom of the breastwork was immediately crowded with Qing soldiers who climbed up with ladders or ladders.

Niu Lu Zhang Jingya stepped on the soldier's shoulder, jumped forward, and climbed onto the breastwork. At this point, the gunfire had died down, in his imagination. The Ming army has been frightened away by the flood of offensives, and he will see-

Forty or fifty paces away, a low wall that had not yet completely froze stood prominently, and countless black holes of fire were erected on the low wall, and in a roar, white smoke rose up, and a bloody arrow erupted from Yala's chest, and he opened his eyes in astonishment, and was pushed under the breastwork by bullets. Many Qing soldiers who climbed over the low wall suffered the same thing, screaming one after another, and corpses lay in wait inside and outside the breastwork.

The dense Qing army climbed over the breastwork like ants, and behind the breastwork, there was a roar of firecrackers, and large puffs of smoke rose up. There were constantly Qing soldiers spurting blood, screaming and falling from above, and immediately being trampled under their feet.

There was a roar of firearms, and in the cheers and shouts of the Ming soldiers behind the earthen wall, another Qing soldier was knocked to the ground. This kind of shooting is so wonderful, those Qing soldiers who have just climbed the wall and climbed over it have no counterattack at all, and now there are few arrows shooting, and the musketeers of the Ming army are calm, as if they are shooting a target.

Osin Baturu ascended to a high place and finally saw the battle ahead. Between the two low walls, the Qing soldiers were being slaughtered, yes, slaughtered. As soon as they crossed over, they didn't have time to form a whole team, they didn't have time to attack, they didn't have time to form a numerical advantage, and they didn't even have time to draw their bows and arrows, and a dense number of bullets rushed in.

And the archers under the first breastwork saw their own soldiers climbing densely, their sight was blocked, and they could only shoot indiscriminately, emptying their bodies, but with little effect.

Do you want to fill in the first breastwork with corpses, and then rush up again? There was a sadness in Oshen Baturu's heart, and what made him even more desperate was that dozens of steps behind the second low wall, countless people were swinging shovels and pickaxes, nervously and busily building another line of defense. And then there's a ......

I see! Eshen woke up a little, just now the Ming army was firmly defending, in order to buy time for the construction of the defensive line behind. Otherwise, they would not have risked casualties to defend and would have used this insidious trick a long time ago.

How many people do you have to die to break through? A deep sense of powerlessness made Eshen lose the ability to give orders, and he saw that the soldiers in front of him were also losing their fighting spirit due to physical attrition and huge casualties. They're grinding, they're procrastinating, they're deliberately falling down so that others can rush ahead of them. The archers of the Qing army who shouted and shot arrows also gradually slowed down their rhythm, and there was no threat to the enemy, no matter how many arrows they shot, they would also waste their bodies and arrows. Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

It had been almost three hours, the weather was cold, the sharpness was gradually lost, and Osin Baturu was shrouded in despair and showed a depressed look.

The gunfire suddenly intensified, and the Ming army saw that the Qing soldiers had lost their sharpness and their bodies were greatly consumed, so they suddenly launched a counterattack. Rows of muskets were fired, and the first brass continued to scream up and down, and the Qing soldiers suffered heavy casualties, and many Qing soldiers couldn't help but howl and flee. Roll over and jump off the chest wall.

The passionate war drums sounded, and the Ming soldiers who were already boiling with blood climbed over the low wall, held bayonets, and rushed out.

"Kill the Tartars!" The shouts were earth-shattering, bayonets were like a forest, and the sound of popping was constant. The Qing soldiers, who had already suffered heavy casualties, could not withstand this sudden assault, screaming and fleeing in defeat.

The soldiers of the Ming army swept away the Qing army like a huge wave, ran to the first breastwork, and bombarded the Qing soldiers outside with muskets.

Grenades emitting green smoke rained down and exploded in the Qing soldiers, and shrapnel flew sideways, causing the Qing soldiers to cry wolf and turn around and flee.

After the fight, he retreated and reloaded, and another platoon of Ming troops stepped forward. The chaotic and dense Qing soldiers don't need to aim at all, just raise their hands and let go. Round after round, the bullets were like the king of Hades who demanded his life, chasing the fleeing Qing soldiers.

One by one, the Qing soldiers fell, some were hit, and many more were squeezed down. The Qing soldiers, who were once invisible, are now fleeing like a flock of sheep in a chaotic flock, splashing blood mist. The Overseer was crushed. Even being hacked and killed, the defeated Qing soldiers who fled had lost their minds in the roaring sound of fire behind them.

White fog fills the air. The muskets of the Ming army were still shooting intensively, round after round, and the corpses of the Qing army were pillowed, so that even the ground was completely covered. Wisps of white smoke rose from the ground, the heat of the blood. The warm blood melted the frozen soil on the surface, and the greedy earth hungrily sucked the blood of the earth. But there is always more blood flowing than it can swallow. On the ground, first a red pond was formed, and then a river spread in all directions. Eventually, the liquid loses its heat, becomes viscous, and solidifies.

The Ming musketeers fired downward without stopping. The firepower net turned a hundred paces into a hell for the Qing army. Until, until there are no more targets to fight.

The battlefield was like a slaughterhouse, the smell of blood was permeating, and the corpses were stacked in several layers. The wounded soldiers were still screaming and wailing, and their voices were even more poignant in the cold wind.

"Our army, mighty!" Ma Chenliang's face turned red, and he finally squeezed out a sentence.

"Eight Banners are invincible? According to His Highness, it was blown out, or it was lined by those armies who were greedy for life and afraid of death. Li Chengjue spit out a breath of heavy white gas, stretched out his hand to point to the battlefield, and said, "Look, they are still afraid of death, and they are still defeated." ”

"It's still a good formation for adults." Ma Chenliang exclaimed, "What a whimsy, the power of the musket has been brought into full play." ”

Li Chengjue smiled faintly, knowing that he didn't understand, and he didn't explain in detail.

In fact, how to arrange this defensive position, the Ming army has already established a law, and the lecture hall also regularly publishes some teaching materials for the generals in the army to study. The real defensive array has not been laid out for a limited time, and if you add a few more trenches, a few more breastwork, and artillery, it will be a headache for a meat grinder!

In Zhu Yongxing's view, it is better to regularize and systematize some things than to expect to emerge with a flash of inspiration and create new famous generals on their own. As long as you study hard and arrange according to the distance and size on the textbook, although it is decent, it is the most secure and the most promising to win.

"Master Lee." Ma Chenliang stretched out his finger and pointed to the corpses of the Qing soldiers everywhere, and said: "It's better to let those brave and strong men clean up the battlefield, and there is still an idea for the lowly position......

Li Chengjue nodded again and again, let the brave and righteous people clean up the battlefield, first, they can exercise their courage, and they may not be able to recruit into the army in the future; The second is capture, the armor on the Qing soldiers can strengthen the protection of the Ming army, and the silver and soft can be used as a bounty, making the soldiers more heroic and the people more active.

Wang Zhan and the others were quickly singled out, holding spears and big knives, and began to clean the battlefield from near and far.

"Brothers, be careful, there may be Tartars who are pretending to be dead, in groups of five or six, mend the knife first, and then search the body." Several veterans of the Ming Army served as officers of these townspeople, reminding loudly.

As soon as everyone said yes loudly, they saw a Qing soldier suddenly push the corpse on his head and struggle to get up from the pile of dead people. Apparently he had just woken up from a coma, he shook his head, and when he saw his surroundings clearly, he screamed and ran away.

"Boom!" A firebolt exploded, and lead bullets flew past Qing Bing's body, and the guy screamed and ran faster.

"Look at Lao Tzu!" An officer raised the musket in his hand, took aim carefully, pulled the trigger, white smoke rose, and the fleeing Qing soldiers fell on the pile of corpses, but they were not dead, crying and crawling forward.

"Don't waste bullets." The soldiers of the Ming Army reminded: "Let the cleaners of the battlefield pack up this dog thing!" ”

As soon as the words fell, Wang Zhan had already jumped down, jumped off the first chest wall, stepped on the corpses all over the place, and went straight to the wounded soldier. The others jumped down and followed.

Seeing Wang Zhan coming like a fierce god, the spear in his hand stabbed left and right, and did not forget to replenish the gun, and after a while, blood dripped from the head of the gun, and several people around him also surrounded him with murderous intent, and the Qing soldier who was injured by the bullet showed fear in his eyes, and he suddenly knelt on the ground and shouted, as if begging for mercy in Tartar language.

Wang Dou walked up to him, and the Qing soldier shouted even more, his eyes full of fear and begging for mercy. Wang Dou snorted coldly, the spear was aimed at his heart and stabbed down, the Qing soldier screamed loudly, his hands tightly grasped the barrel of the gun deep into his body, Wang Dou stabbed hard, the Qing soldier was even more painful and his whole body twisted, and finally he finally lost all his strength, his hands were paralyzed and put down, and he did not move after a few convulsions. (To be continued......)