In front of the Shanhai Pass, Mang Gurtai looked at the majestic Guancheng in the distance, his eyes full of hatred and bloodshot. Mid-February had passed, and the fighting had lasted ten days, but the Han city remained unmoved. Nothing has changed, except for hundreds of more shelled pits on the wall.

Jiannu's breastwork tactics worked well for four or five days, and then the Han people quickly found a way to deal with it - Jiannu can smear and approach us at night, and we can also go out of the city at night to approach Jiannu.

There weren't so many monks under Gao Daniu who could perform spells, but he took out boxes and boxes of explosives, arranged for sappers to go out of the city, and directly blew up trenches on the ground, piled up protective walls, and built artillery emplacements.

When it comes to building fortifications, the Wehrmacht has specially trained engineer battalions. The battalion artillery is light and can be pulled out to fight. The training level of the flintlock pikemen is also far superior to that of the Jiannu firecrackers. After closing the distance, the artillery of the 'revolutionary army' can be named.

When the distance between the two sides was shortened to 500 meters, the superiority of the accuracy of the 'revolutionary army's artillery' was fully brought into play. A cannon can shoot a shell into the small gap in the gun position of Kennu within 500 meters, directly destroying the artillery and gunner inside.

Mang Gurtai was overjoyed when he saw the Han people leaving the city, and rode his huge earth dragon to personally lead the team out. As a result, he learned what it means to be a 'rain of bullets', and thousands of flintlock pistols and more than a dozen artillery pieces were all aimed at him on the battle line.

"Those Han people, they are obviously timid, their cultivation is poor, and their combat skills are not worth mentioning. We Jurchen warriors are better than them when they pull out any of them. But why can't we beat it, can't beat it, can't beat it? "Manggultai cowered behind a broken gun emplacement, and thumped the frozen breastwork with hatred.

The water-frozen, mud and sand were as hard as steel, but the detriths of the Manggultai were flying around. The helmet he was wearing had fallen off, his slender tail had been cut in half, and his face was stubble, haggard.

Ngodri squatted aside, also looking embarrassed, dirty and messy. He patted Mang Gultai on the shoulder and said, "Three Belles, withdraw." Leave while you can still evacuate. Otherwise, all of us 30,000 people will have to be accounted for here. ”

Mang Gurtai was still unconvinced, and continued to scold loudly: "Those Han people know how to shoot and fire, and they aim at every movement. They're just a bunch of mud-legged people who don't understand anything, so they will do this trick. I've been attacked by night; I took a detour behind its flank; I bluff and divide my troops;

How many ideas have I thought about these days, I fought with my father Khan when I was a teenager, and those Han soldiers were still nursing at that time. The generals of the Han people are very mediocre, slow to react, stupid, and complete idiots. I'm obviously better than him, but he's just with his subordinates, boom, boom, endless boom! ”

Mang Gultai thrashed and thrashed, until a chest wall collapsed, and his fist was full of blood. Engdeli understood Sanbeiler's annoyance, the Han people on the opposite side not only had more guns and gunpowder, but they were very stupid when they really fought. Every time they were stupidly arrayed, stupidly fired, and then stupidly won. How many Jurchen veterans who have been fighting for many years have fallen under their guns, which is indeed very unconvincing.

Dajin spent a lot of money to toss more than a hundred cannons, and only a dozen or so could be transported to the front line of Shanhaiguan, but the Han people on the opposite side casually pulled out more than a dozen or twenty cannons. Not only did they have artillery, but they also planted mines everywhere, and gunpowder was scattered everywhere as if they didn't want money.

That's right, even if the Han people have a lot of artillery, they have more gunpowder.

Is it easy for Daikin to buy some gunpowder from the Dutch? It has to be transported from Dongying all the way and transferred to the old forest in the northeast. How much manpower and material resources will it take to transport it to the front line of this Shanhaiguan? The capacity constraints over long distances were very large, and the rations for 30,000 horses were insufficient, and the supply of this gunpowder had to be guaranteed. Otherwise, the gun will not go off, and it will be a useless burning stick.

The gunpowder in Manggultai's hands was as precious as gold, and he was calculating every day how to use every bit of it where it mattered. But the Han people on the opposite side used gunpowder as if they were splashing water, and at every turn hundreds of rockets were fired to carry out covering shooting, and they could not blow up the fortifications on the front line, so they blew up the camps, grain piles, cattle and horses at the back.

Those Han people are the most hateful, and they can smash a few rockets when they see a tent. At first, Mang Gurtai also asked his subordinates to build some fake tents to attract Han firepower and consume Han ammunition. As a result, it was consumed and consumed, and it was the Jurchens' manpower and material resources that were exhausted. In the end, they couldn't even set up a fake tent.

"Are you angry?" Mang Gurtai's hands were full of blood, and he shouted to Engedri with grief and indignation, "Those Han people just refuse to come out and fight with us, so they fire guns and cannons from afar, and we Jurchen warriors can't lift their heads." We have died more than them, obviously we are more desperate than them. ”

On the battlefield not far away, Mang Gultai's huge earth dragon fell. Its hard skull could not withstand the bombardment of 150 mm shells, and its half-pulled head turned into rotten flesh, scattered everywhere.

The people who Mang Gurtai once practiced were useless to ride together. Taking advantage of the unstable foothold of the tall bull just coming up, he mobilized men and horses to launch a decisive assault, and successfully rushed into the Han defense line. However, those Han soldiers fought to the death, and the huge earth dragon let out a terrifying roar, revealing its sharp fangs, but it failed to scare them. Both sides fought fiercely at close range, and both suffered heavy casualties.

When the light artillery of the Han people reacted and fired a few shells in one go, no matter how strong the earth dragon was, it could only fall. Mang Gurtai left hundreds of corpses, and Queen Cang withdrew. This was the highlight of his campaign, after which he could no longer organize an attack, and could only watch as the fortifications and batteries he had painstakingly built were destroyed one by one.

Once the fire support point constructed by the heavy artillery was lost, the Jurchens immediately could not bear the Han platoon guns marching in formation. Now that the war was about to collapse, Engdeli advised Manggultai to retreat. But Mang Gultai scolded hatefully: "Withdraw? How to withdraw? If we don't beat the Han people on the other side, they will keep chasing after us. And our back road was cut off. ”

Retreat has historically been more difficult than attacking.

Zhou Qingfeng formed the National Defense Force, and some of the veterans had been trained for two years, but they were still unable to organize an efficient retreat. Those who know how to attack can only be called qualified officers. It is possible to safely withdraw troops from the line of fire in the midst of a shortage of troops, and such generals must be masters of tactics.

The Jurchen army in front of Shanhaiguan was fighting with a hard breath, but Mang Gurtai learned two days ago that his back road was intercepted. He can still hold on to his death at present, but if he retreats, he will be 'defeated like a mountain'. He didn't dare to order a retreat easily, so he could only resist hard. "Drag, drag! It won't be until dark tonight that we have a chance to retreat. ”

It's just that if you want to retreat, you must leave a force of men and horses to resist in place, otherwise the retreating army will collapse immediately once it is pursued. The Han army on the opposite side was not the waste of the Ming army, they dared to fight in the field and at night. Now its morale is booming, and its style of play is becoming more and more spicy and more active. How easy is it to retreat under their noses?

There was a bang, and the last gun position on the Jurchen front was also defeated. It was not hit by the artillery of the Han army, but by the close-range blasting of its sappers. Mang Gurtai never imagined that someone would blow up a trench in order to destroy a cannon, use the trench to approach the gun position, and finally send it into the sky.

The Han sappers hid in the blasted trenches and dug desperately, and the Jurchens could see their shovels and throwing mud and sand, but there was nothing they could do with them hiding in the trenches.

Losing the last cannon, Mang Gurtai immediately felt that his entire front was loosening. This loosening was manifested by the fact that the Han army began to appear more boldly in the Jurchen field of vision, and flattened the battle line that was partially suppressed by artillery, and pushed its own artillery out.

It's still an hour or two before it gets dark.

Mang Gurtai really wanted to rush out instead of hiding behind the broken breastwork and staring. But he knew that even if he rushed out, it would not be of much use, at most he would kill a dozen or dozens of Han soldiers, and then he would be killed by concentrated fire - these Han soldiers were not strong individually, but it was very terrible to put them together.

"Three Baylors, I'll stay behind, you can go." Engdeli came to Mang Gultai's side again, and said with a wry smile: "You are the boss, and it is up to you to retreat." I'll leave a few thousand people behind, and I should be able to hold out a little longer. He looked up at the sky, "We're just afraid that it won't get dark, and if we don't leave now, we really won't be able to go." ”

Mang Gurtai was stunned, and he looked at the Han troops outside the chest wall. The other party approached in an orderly manner, stopping every fifty meters to blow up some bunkers and build some fortifications, and then move forward again. Several units supported each other, unhurriedly, and very orderly. He shook his head slightly and said, "If you stay, I'm afraid you won't be able to last long." ”

"Sanbeile, those Han people shoot rockets before every attack to disrupt our deployment. Before they can shoot, you lead the people back. Even if they kill me, it will be dark, and I shouldn't be able to chase you easily. As for how you will break through the Han army's interception in the future, I can't help. ”

Engedri smiled sadly and bitterly, "I didn't expect that this good battle would be so difficult." The Han people have all become hard bones, and they are too hard to gnaw. If you can see the Great Khan, persuade him on my behalf, but if it doesn't work, we will go back to Hetuala. Whether it is admitting defeat or being a minister, maybe in a few decades, my Dajin will still be able to rise. ”

Ngadri didn't wait for Manggultai to agree, and turned to tidy up his headquarters. At present, there is no point in simply defending, and if you want to contain the Han army's attack, you must counterattack and disrupt their deployment. But now the firepower of the two sides is not of the same magnitude at all, and Engedri's attack will definitely suffer heavy casualties.

Alas, ......, Mang Gurtai sighed heavily. He didn't have time to secretly feel sad, let alone let Engdri die in vain, so he could only mobilize his troops and horses, leave behind all the baggage and wounded, and retreat immediately.

Some stayed to die, others fled for their lives, and the most difficult and chaotic moment of the retreat appeared. Most of the people who Mang Gurtai withdrew were those of his state-building department, and those who remained were the tribesmen who had been conquered in the past few decades. If the battle is won, then everyone is a Jurchen. But now when it comes time to flee for their lives, no one is willing to sacrifice themselves easily.

Almost as soon as Mang Gurtai gathered his troops, the entire front began to crumble. Everything is irretrievable.