Although his mind was confused, Sang Quanlai still slept for a few hours. It was already afternoon when I woke up, the sky was overcast, and the air was filled with a mixed smell of blood and burnt. From time to time, people walked around in front of the improvised tent carrying stretchers or ammunition boxes, and there were constant cries in the field hospital not far away, as if they had just experienced a major battle.

"I can't believe I can fall asleep in this situation." Sang Quanlai lifted the blanket covering his body and walked out of the tent. He felt thirsty and bitter, and when he shook the kettle, he realized that it was empty, so he went to find water to drink. In order to prevent non-combat attrition, it is strictly forbidden to drink raw and cold water in the troops, and there are special cooking classes in the barracks to boil water.

Because the buildings in the city were demolished and fortified, some of the retired squad members did not even have tents to sleep, so they had to walk casually on the dilapidated streets. Fortunately, it hasn't rained for the past few days, otherwise there would have been a lot of frostbite attrition. But when Sang Quanlai sighed that the weather was good now, he was looking forward to rain in his heart.

The logistical support of the 'revolutionary army' is obviously stronger than that of Jiannu, and if the environment is worse, Jiannu will be even worse than the Wehrmacht and militia. Freezing hands and feet, diarrhea and vomiting, lack of food and clothing, these things are inevitably more serious for Jiannu. There were even wooden sheds built on the front, and they were not afraid of wind and rain, and the arquebus could still ensure a certain rate of fire. But there are definitely not many Jiannu who can go to the front.

I poured a pot of boiling water into the cooking class and put it on my waist to warm it. Sang Quanlai chatted with the cooks for a few words, and learned that Jiannu had driven a large number of slaves to charge the battle this morning.

"There are both men and women, old and weak, most of them are Han people from Liaodong. It's not enough to be forced to work by the Tartars, but now you have to be forced to die. "An old man with gray hair is cooking a pot of noodles with meat sauce, which smells very fragrant. The fighters have a lot of physical exertion and need such hot soup and hot meals. "If I had been captured, I would have rather die than suffer this crime."

"It is not uncommon for the Tartars to drive the people to siege the city." Sang Quanlai spoke in a low tone. If his family hadn't fled with Zhou Qingfeng early, maybe they would have been slaves in the Jurchen camp. His father's carpenter is a good craftsman, and he may be able to work as a foreman, but he will never have the good life he has now. "So what do we do?"

"What can I do?" The old man sighed, "Hit." No one dared to let those poor slaves come, so they could only beat them ruthlessly. Otherwise, they will mess up our defenses, and we will not be the only ones who will die. ”

When Sang Quanlai returned to the barracks, he shouted all his subordinates, and the and pee should hurry up, and after a while, he would have to eat and straighten out, listen to the war report, and accept the task. He thought of the secret he had 'discovered' in the morning, and his heart sank, and he wanted to struggle for his own life even more.

Before dark in the afternoon, Sang Quanlai's platoon took up the position again. They had more than a tenth fewer men, but the trenches they defended were shortened. The original position of two rows of stations has now been changed to three rows, and the density of fire has increased by 50 percent. How to arrange the firing queue in a narrow trench became a problem. It seems that the officers also realized that the enemy was increasing and used all the reserves.

Looking out from inside the trench, Sang Quanlai was taken aback.

In the morning, before he went down to rest, the battlefield was littered with corpses. But now when I look out, the corpses are piled up. A large number of sappers are mending their positions, the thistles that had played a great role last night are to be sprinkled again, the bonfires for lighting are to be filled with coal tar, and the traps and ditches are to be cleared.

In addition, the outside of the trench where Sang Quan came to stay was actually reinforced, reinforced with the corpses of the enemy. The frozen corpse bared its teeth, and the long braid of Tartar's hair tugged at the back of his head. Some soldiers were so bold that they reached out and pulled at the braids, jokingly calling them pigtails.

A trumpet sounded at the lookout post, and the sappers outside ran back like frightened rabbits. This will be the company commander personally brought people to inspect, and conveniently handed out pills to each soldier, "one for each person, the spirit is good after eating, not sleepy, the courage is doubled, and he can fight for three days and three nights in a row." ”

The pill was distributed to everyone, and the company commander stared at the soldiers before leaving. Sang Quanlai sighed after eating this 'pill', his eldest brother Sang Wen said that this thing was developed by the Ministry of Health of the 'Revolutionary Army', and the original name was not easy to remember, and the soldiers said that it was 'Desperate Pill'. Taking this elixir means that it is time to fight the enemy desperately.

After taking the pill, Sang Quanlai really felt a shock in his spirit, and the original worries and worries in his heart disappeared without a trace. He only felt that he could see things more brightly, react more quickly, and relax his mind - the sappers had been withdrawn, and the orders of officers at all levels were given one after another. He also drew his flintlock pistol, ready to fight the Tartars.

But what came up a few hundred meters away was not a Tartar, but a group of Han slaves who stood up one after another. Looking at their ragged and skinny appearance, they almost looked like a group of slowly moving living corpses. Seeing them, Sang Quanlai and the other officers and soldiers were all stunned - although they already knew from the old man and others that they would face such a situation, no one could face all this calmly.

The company commander ran back to inspect again, and at the same time viciously ordered: "The Tartars dare not take the lead when we beat them, they have no other means but to do such despicable things." Although the opposite side is our own Han people, no one should be soft. They are suffering, and we are freeing them from this suffering. If you die early and be born early, you will be blessed to be a Han in the next life. ”

The company commander went from near to far, shouting in several platoons.

The atmosphere in the trench became more and more solemn, and as the Han slaves approached, the soldiers also extended their guns through the firing holes. The officer's command was given steadily, just waiting for the fire to be fired.

When the Han slaves approached within 100 meters, the militiamen could see the sad look on their faces. The cries and shouts of the Han Chinese slaves rose to the top, and as they approached, they began to fill in the ditches dug by the sappers and dismantle the bonfires on the perimeter that were used for lighting and guarding. There were also many Jiannu elite soldiers hiding behind to dodge, using the bodies of Han slaves as shields to approach Ningyuan City.

"Fire!"

The order of the superior officer sounded, and the militia in the trench fired a volley of guns, and the Han slaves on the opposite side immediately fell in pieces. The elite soldiers of Jiannu who were hiding behind them suddenly stopped hiding and brandished knives and guns to force the Han slaves to rush forward.

The thumping gunshots rang out again, and the Han slaves were completely numb to life and death. They are like unconscious puppets, tortured without resistance. Watching them fall helplessly, the militiamen in the trench scolded Jiannu for being shameless, and even tears were moist in the corners of their eyes.

By the time hundreds of Han Chinese slaves had fallen, the fortifications on the battlefield had been filled. The Jiannu elite soldiers behind them lost cover, they came to fill the fortifications, and felt that there was no chance to take advantage of it, so they turned around and fled.

Sang Quanlai was still worried that the enemy was too strong and he would die on the battlefield. But after this battle, the anger in his chest made him can't help but grab a gun in one hand, a knife in the other, and crawl out of the trench and rush out with a shout.

This was a tactic never practiced by the militia, and only properly trained Wehrmacht would launch a counter-charge against the enemy. But Sang Quan rushed and drove dozens of men behind him to rush with him, screaming and killing.

On the Jiannu side, it was Daishan's son Yue Tuo who commanded the battle. He escorted thousands of Han slaves to prepare for continuous attacks, mainly to clean up the fortifications blocked outside Ningyuan City and facilitate night attacks. For example, the thistle terrestris scattered in the ground, the black light blinding the fire is impossible to prevent at all, and can only force the Hannu to clean it up during the day.

Because the Jurchens were mixed in the midst of a large number of Han slaves, the artillery at the head of Ningyuan City never fired, allowing Yue Tuo's team to get closer to a distance of four or five hundred meters. As soon as he saw that the Han army under the city wall had actually killed a counterattack, he immediately felt that this was a rare opportunity.

"Chong Chong, immediately rush up and mix with those Han people." Yue Tuo shouted excitedly. Jiannu has always had a headache that the Han army in the city can't come out, and there is no way to fight hard. It's really 'rats dragging turtles, there's no way to start'. They also wanted to stimulate the opponent's nerves by transferring Hannu to fill the trenches, and after tossing all day, it finally had some effect.

This sudden turn of events was beyond the expectations of all the officers on both sides of the battlefield. Many militiamen in the position were also driven by Sang Quanlai's sudden outburst, and a wave of people rushed out, two or three hundred. The line of defense was suddenly empty.

The company commander to whom Sang Quanlai belonged scolded angrily, but he couldn't ignore his subordinates. He hurriedly asked for help from the artillery on the city wall, asking to cut off the firing and prevent the subsequent enemy from gathering and following up. At the same time, he also waved his hand to pull himself up and even the rest of the people desperately - it is good to eat the Desperate Pill, but the only drawback is the impulsiveness that will change.

Sang Quanlai originally wanted to take one of himself out, and retreat after killing the Jiannu who drove out the Han slaves. But when two or three hundred people came out after him, he immediately knew that he had caused a big disaster. Jiannu on the opposite side also quickly seized the opportunity and quickly rushed over to fight the militia in one place. As long as they can be defeated, Jiannu will be able to take advantage of the situation to enter Ningyuan City.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Sang Quanlai immediately shouted-queue!

At this time, you can't retreat, and if you retreat, you can't retreat, and if you retreat, you can't avoid severe punishment by military law. Sang Quanlai could only stabilize his emotions and fight a wave before leaving. The militia was trained anyway, and as soon as they heard someone shouting to line up, they subconsciously ran over and lined up shoulder to shoulder. Many of them were disrupted, but they still obeyed the command of the higher-ranking personnel—and now the highest-ranking one was Sang Quan.

"Reload!" Sang Quanlai shouted again.

All the militiamen immediately lowered their heads and began to nervously reload in front of the enemy, even though the Jiannu on the opposite side was rapidly approaching them. But these people were in a stable mood after taking drugs, and they were not afraid at all, but they were much faster than usual.

Boom......, a cannonball flew over the heads of Sang Quanlai and the others, and shot at Jiannu, who was rushing towards them. The cannonball bounced on the ground a few times, killing two or three Jiannu elite soldiers, and scared Yue Tuo, who was running fast, to a slight pause for a few seconds. But he soon continued to grit his teeth and charge, refusing to let go of the opportunity in front of him easily.

"Kill, can't stop. You can only live by mixing with those Han people. "Yue Tuo is also young, about the same age as Sang Quanlai. But he is taller and stronger than Sang Quanlai, and he is ruthless. He stepped out of the crowd, charged ahead, and took a fancy to Sang Quanlai, who had a rank mark on his shoulder—after fighting for so long, Jiannu also knew that these officers with military ranks were officers of the Han army.

The distance between the two sides has narrowed from three or four hundred meters to a distance of dozens of meters, especially Yue Tuo himself rushed the fastest, he was young and vigorous, and he wanted to make a big contribution, and even affect the entire battle situation. Just when he got closer, the Han soldiers who rushed out in chaos on the opposite side had already finished lining up and loading. The thin line of two or three rows was nothing less than an impregnable wall in front of him.

It's too fast, and the speed at which these Han people change formation is too fast. It's not a chance at all.

Yue Tuo, who rushed the fastest, had already reached a distance of twenty or thirty meters, and he only needed to kick his legs and move hard to rush into the ranks of the Han people and kill them. He let out a terrible shout at the last moment, and his super long exertion unleashed his spiritual power to swing a blade more than ten meters long.

Fire!

Sang Quanlai picked up his flintlock pistol, and Yue Tuo, who was aiming at the front, pulled the trigger.

There was a bang, and Yue Tuo, who was bravely attacking, was shattered by the spiritual power of the beating and stopped in place. He was less than ten meters away from Sang Quanlai at the moment, and he could really cut off the opponent's head with a little more effort. The platoon guns on the opposite side followed......

Sang Quanlai shot a shot and then raised his sword and shouted: "Kill all these brutes and avenge our suffering brothers and sisters!" ”