"The 1st Marine Regiment has been transferred and can reinforce the battlefield at any time."

"The 2nd Marine Regiment is heading for Hai Duong, and the defense line there can be safe."

"The 1st Regiment of the 2nd Division will flank the Qing army today, and if it succeeds, it can defeat the current enemy in one battle."

Listening to the situation reported by the staff officers, Ma Zide nodded slightly, there is basically no problem with the success of the blockade, and the crazy momentum of the Qing army is gradually weakening, and there are many strong people in today's attack, not soldiers. It seems that the trapped Manchus have been mobilized by the whole clan, but such a move does not have much substantive effect except to show that the Manchus are at the end of their rope.

When the Ming army with the top of the bull on its back arrived at the position and completed the flanking attack with the main force, the Qing army would be defeated in person, and the Ming army would get rid of the disadvantage of fighting on both sides. Leaving a small number of troops to hold on, the main force turned to Haiyang to the east, which could inflict heavy losses on the Qing army that rushed from Shanhaiguan to reinforce it.

Since the Breaking Shuo Army boarded the ship from Tianjin and made a detour, the entire strategic layout has also changed in an oblique manner. Ma Bao, the commander-in-chief of the front, immediately ordered that most of the remaining naval divisions be used to transport personnel and materials to Yanghe and Daihekou, and notified the Northeast Military Region to dispatch troops to use Juehua Island as a base to contain and harass the western Liaoning corridor.

In this way, there is no need to wait for Yang Yandi's headquarters to return for transportation, another batch of materials and equipment and the strength of a regiment have already come to reinforce. The material difficulties that were most likely to lead to failure were solved, and the Ming army's interception operation had almost no chance of failure. Even though the pursuing force led by Wei Junzhong had to wait two days to reach its destination due to the heavy snowfall, it had no impact on the overall situation.

And Sukh Saha's decision cannot be said to be all wrong, whether it is a desperate fight or a thousand miles and death on the way, such a choice does not matter whether it is right or wrong, it is just the difference between living more and living less.

Dispatch troops. Mobilize your people, wait for friendly reinforcements, and attack frantically...... After this series of actions, the blocked Manchu clique has lost even the slightest bit of life.

The Qing army's charge was once again repelled by explosions and a rain of bullets, leaving behind corpses that seemed to have dampened their last bit of hope. Retreat. Retreating, the Qing army retreated far from the battlefield.

After a short observation, hundreds of soldiers came out of the Ming army's position, opened a line across the wolf-like battlefield, and mended the enemies who fell to the ground one by one. There was no mercy, no forgiveness, neither the wounded soldier nor the prisoner who pretended to be dead, just coldly stabbed the bayonet.

The screams kept rang out. There was also a mixture of Manchu and Chinese curses, but it soon fell silent. The soldiers of the Ming army who were cleaning the battlefield had been walking far away before they stopped, guarding the movements around them.

"Hurry up, it." Accompanied by scolding and whipping, hundreds of Manchurians were driven up, their faces stripped of their armor with sorrow and fear on their faces.

The clothed servant who had made meritorious contributions was arrogant at this time. With a dozen overseers, wielding whips and wooden sticks. Urging these full people.

One by one, the corpses with red stripes were stacked, horizontally and vertically, until they were raised until one person was tall, and then they were piled up again.

The pity and sorrow for the people were almost all occupied by cold and hunger, and the blood-stained clothes were not disliked. The man who cleaned up the battlefield hurriedly put on himself, preferring to take two sticks and kick a few kicks for this.

After a few days, half of the captives had died of starvation, and those who survived or were in good health. Or worthy prisoners deliberately left by the Ming army. Chopping wood, carrying water, digging trenches, cleaning the battlefield...... Every day, many people fall on the way to work.

In fact, such a miserable scene has only just begun, and the number of people involved is not very large. Qian'an, the scene at this time is not much better than here.

The crazy attack ahead, the use of materials here is also restricted. They were not allowed to go out of the city at will, their stomachs were not full, and the firewood and grass for heating were also insufficient. Even if they were crowded and hid in the humble places, they still could not endure the biting cold, and every day after dawn, the corpses of those who had frozen and starved to death were carried out of the shacks, grass huts, etc., and thrown out of the city like dead dogs.

These days, more and more people are sick and dead, and everyone is becoming more and more numb, and the original feeling of sadness for the dead rabbit and fox is gone, but some people will take off the warm clothes on the dead people, and those who can wear them will wear them, and those who can't wear them will light a fire and burn them to keep warm. The living are becoming more and more like the walking dead, only with a desire to survive, and continue to suffer.

When the defeated army of Fengrun returned, the news spread like wings, and the haze of death hung over everyone's hearts. The Ming army has captured Fengrun and cut off the back road of retreating to Zunhua in the west, if the front cannot be broken through, they can only be destroyed.

It's over, it's all over. Sukh Saha wrapped his fur tightly, but he couldn't stop the spread of the chill on his body. His body could barely support his body due to his serious injuries and hard work, and now the bad news gave him the final blow.

The battle ahead was not as he imagined, because the Qing army was on the verge of a desperate situation and broke out with extraordinary combat effectiveness, defeating the Ming army blocking the road in one fell swoop. The news came to make people desperate, the Ming army had strong firepower, strong troops, and resolute operations, and in the positional warfare that could not give full play to the superiority of cavalry and archery, the Qing army suffered heavy losses, and it was still difficult to break through.

Tabitu gritted his teeth and swept at Sukh Saha with a vicious gaze from time to time, and remorse kept welling up in his heart. If it weren't for his luck, if it wasn't for the majesty of the auxiliary minister, if he had just been blocked by Funing and then turned to Zunhua, how could he have fallen into today's desperate situation. Even if you walk on the side wall and Mo Nan is nine deaths and one life, it is better than ten deaths now!

The Nemo in front of him was killed in battle, and Ge Chuha had no confidence at all, and was leading his troops back to Lulong. There is a fart, blocking and chasing after the front, gathering to Lu Long, and it is not to be stewed by the Ming army.

"Attacking the Ming army of Fengrun—" Sukh Saha coughed violently, his face flushed, and it took him a long time to catch his breath, and he said intermittently, "It's just thousands of cavalry, and its main force will take some time to arrive." When Ge Chuha comes back with his troops, let's go west with all our might, regain Fengrun, and then go out of Zunhua! ”

Taibitu snorted coldly, expressing disdain for such an arrangement. This should have been done a long time ago, if it hadn't been delayed for a few days, how could the Ming army catch up? Now, it's whimsical again, do you know if the main force of the Ming army is much behind, and you know that regaining Fengrun will not be a collision with the Ming army's iron wall? (To be continued......)