"Knock! knock!"

"Woo!

Heavy war drums and high-pitched and desolate trumpets sounded again on the vast battlefield.

The 170,000 elite infantry of Beiyan formed hundreds of huge phalanxes and finished the formation at the foot of Qingyu Mountain.

The flag is waving, the murderous spirit is soaring, and this is the fateful day.

And more than 40,000 cavalry had already spread out early and surrounded Qingyu Mountain. If the Fusang people dare to rush out of Qingyu Mountain, they will definitely usher in the head-on attack of the Northern Yan Iron Cavalry.

On Qingyu Mountain, the 240,000 Fusang army was also ready to attack, just waiting for the Northern Yan army to attack the mountain.

Today, it is said that the Northern Yan Army is attacking mountains, and there are many similarities with attacking cities, and the main force is of course infantry.

I saw Xue Wanche wave his hand and order loudly: "Start attacking!"

With Xue Wanche's order, those who rushed to the front to take the lead were still the heavy infantry of the ironclad battalion, and the 40,000 soldiers of the Zhenwu battalion and the Ruifeng battalion were accompanying them on both flanks.

The attacking team, which was close to 50,000 people, rushed towards Qingyu Mountain with heavy steps. As soon as they arrived at the foot of the mountain, "whoosh!" Countless feathered arrows shot out from the mountains and forests, overwhelmingly shooting at the soldiers of the third battalion.

Suddenly, in the battle formation of the Zhenwu Battalion and the Ruifeng Battalion, thousands of people fell, and the terrible screams and painful wails resounded.

The officers and men of these two battalions were light infantry, and although they were protected by shields, the dense rain of arrows still caused thousands of casualties. On the other hand, the central ironclad battalion, because everyone was protected by heavy armor like a turtle shell, although it was taken care of by the Fuso people, the casualties were the smallest, but only a few dozen people fell.

But the pace of the offensive will not stop because of this casualty!

After the officers and men of the third battalion were attacked, the pace of the attack became faster and faster, and as long as they could rush into the mountains and forests, the enemy's arrow rain would be much less powerful.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

The Fusang people released three rounds of arrow rain in a row, causing casualties among two or three thousand Northern Yan soldiers.

But at the same time, the soldiers of the third battalion had already rushed into the mountains and forests and started a hand-to-hand combat with the Fuso people.

In the dense forests of trees and strange rocks, any long-range attack and any battle formation tactics are floating clouds, and the competition is the quality of individual soldiers and the combat effectiveness of small teams.

And this is the strength of the Northern Yan Army!

Every Beiyan soldier is a northerner boy who grew up in the wind, frost, rain and snow, and in terms of stature, he is taller than the short Fusang people, and he is sturdy. The so-called strength is not lost, and in terms of strength and ferocity, it is several points stronger than the Fusang dwarf.

What's more, Beiyan has always been famous for its craftsmanship, whether it is armor or weapons, it can be called sophisticated. In addition to the elite divisions, the Fuso army is heavily equipped with wooden spears, wooden shields, bamboo helmets and bamboo armor.

Whether it is the quality of the soldiers or the level of equipment, the Fuso people are not the opponents of the Northern Yan Army. As soon as the two armies fought, the Fusang people could no longer resist and continued to retreat to the heights of Qingyu Mountain.

Seeing this situation, Xue Wanche waved his hand again and threw the 40,000 Yunzhou Army and the Yizhou Army into battle.

With the input of the new force, the Fusang people could not resist it even more! The speed of retreat became faster and faster, and still relying on a group of Fusang generals, standing behind the formation of the Fusang army, shouting and scolding, punching and kicking, and even wielding knives to cut off the heads of several deserters, it was also to no avail!

In less than an hour, more than 200,000 Fusang troops, under the pressure of the ** Wanbei Yan army, were already about to retreat to the mountainside, not far from the location of the Toyotomi Shingenzhong army's big tent.

Hearing the shouts of killing that were getting closer and closer, the generals such as Kuroda Nagamasa, Shimazu Yoshihiro, Mori Terumoto, Date Masamune, and other generals who were surrounding Toyotomi Shingen could no longer hold their breath, and hurriedly persuaded: "Lord Taiko, the offensive of the Northern Yan Army is fierce, and our Fuso warriors will not be able to resist it! Please make plans as soon as possible, and break through as soon as possible!"

Toyotomi Shingen, who has not been seen for a few days, seems to be more than ten years old. Under a series of blows from the loss of his beloved son and frequent defeats, this hero who dominated the country of Fusang also suffered. The hair on the top of his head was thinning and almost completely gone, and the few whiskers under his jaw had turned pale. With deep eye sockets and wrinkled faces, there is no trace of the heroic spirit that once directed the country and commanded the world.

The Fusang Army, which once crossed the strait with thousands of sails and a million people, has lost more than half of its strength under the continuous blows of the Northern Yan Army! Together with the 200,000 or so turtles in the urns on Qingyu Mountain, there are less than 500,000 people left.

Toyotomi Shingen, who felt that the general trend had gone, was devastated. Hearing the words of the Fuso generals, they did not react at all. A pair of cloudy mouse eyes, staring at the blazing brazier, muttered in his mouth: "Xiuji Wu'er Xiuji!"

A group of generals, looking at Toyotomi Shingen, who had collapsed, made a complicated eye contact.

After a while, the sound of the earth-shattering battle had already reached within a hundred feet of the big tent, and Kuroda Nagamasa, Shimazu Yoshihiro, Mori Terumoto, Date Masamune and others made up their minds, and without saying a word, they stepped forward to set up the thin Toyotomi Shingen and ran outside the big tent.

Throwing down the more than 200,000 Fusang troops behind him, a group of generals wrapped themselves in Toyotomi Shingen, and under the escort of the remnants of the seven or eight thousand banner regiments, they ran towards the mountain behind the green rain.

When they arrived at the foot of the back mountain, a small group of Qiben warriors guarding dozens of war horses were waiting there. A group of generals did not hesitate at all, Kuroda Nagamasa turned over with Toyotomi Shingen on his horse, led the banner army of seven or eight thousand people, and fled to Handu, dozens of miles away.

Handu is the largest city in Goryeo and has always been the real capital of Goryeo. The city of Handu is not only fortified and thick, but also garrisoned by more than 100,000 Fusang elites. After sending tens of thousands of people to reinforce Qingyu Mountain, there were still more than 100,000 Fusang troops left in the Han capital.

As long as you can escape into Handu, there is still room for redemption. As long as Toyotomi Shingen does not die, Fuso will not fall into war again, and will become a mess of sand again!

Even if you lose a million Fusang troops, what is the point? There are poor civilians in Fusang who have no land to cultivate, and with a little arming, it will be another million army!

But will they be able to escape into the Han capital? More than 40,000 Northern Yan iron horsemen are waiting on the route of the Fusang people's escape, preparing to wipe out all the fish that have slipped through the net.

Only seven or eight thousand remnants of the army were defeated, if they met the Northern Yan Iron Cavalry, where could they be opponents, and when they waited for them, I am afraid that they would only be completely destroyed!

The life and death of Toyotomi Shingen is related to the national fortunes of Fuso. Kuroda Nagamasa and others had already realized that this battle would not win the Northern Yan Army no matter what, but in order to rescue Toyotomi Shingen, they had already begun to prepare.