"Wow! The minions had already informed Tong Tulai and Alan Chai that they had ordered their troops. ”

Tanaka was overjoyed, what he was most worried about did not happen, Prince Cheng was the descendant of Aixin Jueluo, and at this critical juncture, he did not fall into the name of his ancestors.

With the help of the two Goshkha, Yue Tuo put on the armor given by Nurhachi, picked up the saber on the collapsed side, and said coldly: "Kordo takes your people and this king to meet the general army of the Ming Kingdom. ”

"Wow!"

Kordojón commanded, and strode out of the house.

However, Yueto, Tanaka and others had the courage to fight to the death.

However, the Eight Banners who fled into Liujiazhai, whether it was the Mongol soldiers or the Han Army Banner, or even those Manchurian soldiers who claimed to be invincible, had no strength to fight at this moment.

From yesterday to now, they have traveled back and forth for dozens of miles, and they have climbed up and down on the rugged official road of Daze Mountain for most of the night.

After escaping into Liujiazhai, the Ming army's artillery never stopped, making it impossible for them to rest.

In addition, so far, they have only eaten a little dry food and jerky, to put it mildly, these Eight Banners soldiers, who were known as invincible in the past, have reached the limit in both mental state and body.

And not only do they have no strength, they don't even have any morale to speak of.

Because they all know very well that at the moment when Dazeshan retreated, there was no way out.

In fact, not only did the soldiers have no fighting spirit, but even the Menghan generals such as Tong Tulai and Alan Chai did not have the courage to fight.

Beat? What to fight? The soldiers have no fighting spirit, the horses are lost, and now they are tired and sleepy, what is the difference between going out of the village like this and looking for death.

"Spread the order of General Wuda, and all armies quickly form their teams and prepare to engage the Ming thieves!"

"Spread the order of General Wuda, and all armies quickly form their teams and prepare to engage the Ming thieves!"

Although there was no will to fight, the long-standing prestige of the Manchurian clan made Tong Tulai and others dare not disobey Yue Tuo's orders.

Under the urging of a group of generals, the Eight Banners soldiers in the stockade walked out of the house in twos and threes, and reluctantly began to line up.

On the tea mountain, the movements of the Qing army, Lu Liangzhi and others are at a glance.

"Open the cannon, bombard their military formation for this officer!"

This time, there was no need for the coercion of the Jingbei Army, and the gunners of the Han Army Banner habitually lit the artillery erected at the foot of the mountain.

In the rumbling sound of artillery, several cannons smashed into the formation that the Qing army had just lined up.

The sound of the cannon on the tea mountain attracted countless officers and soldiers of the Eight Banners, and Tong Guowei was no exception, and as soon as the cannon sounded, he subconsciously turned his head to look.

But as soon as he looked up, a cannon roared at him with firelight, and the terrible whistling sound became closer and louder.

Tong Guowei only felt that the iron bullet in his pupils covered his eyes in an instant, and he didn't even have time to react before the black iron bullet hit his head.

"Click!"

A sound of bones breaking sounded, and Tong Guowei's headless body fell to the ground, but the white brains and gushing blood on his neck were extremely terrifying.

"Ahh

Tong Guowei's tragic situation made the Eight Banners soldiers who had just formed a team in a commotion, and many Eight Banners soldiers even exclaimed.

The tragic death of his son made Tong Tulai, the commander of the Yellow Banner of the Han Army, darken his eyes, and he fainted when he landed.

Before the battle was fought, he folded an assistant leader, fainted a commander, and the morale of the Han army banner, which was physically and mentally exhausted, almost dropped to the freezing point at this moment, and one by one looked at Yue Tuo, the general of Yangwu who was surrounded by a group of Goshha.

The shelling of the Jingbei Army continued, and the roaring cannons either fell on the crowd and splashed blood flowers, or smashed on the wall, splashing countless bricks and stones.

Every time the shelling was carried out, there was a commotion among the Eight Banners soldiers in the village, and at this moment they had lost their blood and bravery, because they knew that even if they could defeat the enemy in front of them, it would be impossible for them to escape in this hungry and cold situation, after all, Dazeshan was still under the control of the Ming thief, and they were still in the huge net of the Ming thief.

In the face of countless Eight Banner soldiers who were related to each other, Yue Tuo obviously had no way to boost morale, and he didn't dare to force them to take over the Jingbei Army outside the wall.

"General, the slave thinks that we have to make a desperate bet and use the Manchurian soldiers to defeat the thieves in front of us, and maybe we can save a little morale."

Tanaka still asked to fight, after all, there was still a few chances of winning if it was fought now, and if the defense line of the Ming thief was built, it could only be nested in Liujiazhai and waited for death.

Yue Tuo naturally knew the priority, and suddenly drew his sword and roared: "Sons, we only have men who died in battle in Manchuria, and now the thieves are in front of us, I am going to defeat them and kill them all, and now I will kill them with this general!" ”

"Kill!"

Tanaka and Kordo also drew their swords and roared, and rushed in the direction of the gate with their own soldiers on their horses.

Of course, not all the Eight Banners soldiers have no morale at all, and Yue Tuo's Goshha and those Manchurian soldiers with red flags still have some fighting spirit.

In particular, the Goshkha of Yueto, although they were very tired and hungry, they rushed out from behind Tanaka with red eyes and shouting with swords and spears.

As for those Mongol soldiers and Han army flags, the Manchurian masters were all on it, and even if they had no desire to fight, they had to follow with swords and spears.

When the cannon sounded on the tea mountain, Li Xingzhi knew that Jiannu was going to fight to the death, after all, Yue Tuo was not a fool, if this defense line was built, then what was waiting for them would be death.

According to Li Xingzhi's military order, the six infantry teams deployed outside the defense set up a formation a few miles east of Liujiazhai.

Two ranged soldiers are in the center, and the left and right flanks are a mandarin duck army formation and a white pole army formation.

In order to ensure coordination, the entire large array once blocked the gate of Liujiazhai tightly in a concave shape.

Li Xingzhi personally led the iron men to supervise the battle behind the battle, while Zhang Shaoqian and An Ba led the cavalry to respond.

The Qing army braved the artillery fire on the tea mountain to rush out of Liujiazhai, and the gate of Liujiazhai, which was no more than a zhang wide, was completely covered by the artillery on the tea mountain.

In order to ensure the continuity of the attack, Lu Liangzhi divided the seven artillery pieces into three groups and bombarded them in turn.

The Eight Banners Army that poured out of the gate became the best target for artillery, and each cannon was like a plough plowing a long hole in the dense flow of people of the Qing army.

For the tragic situation of the Manchurian soldiers behind them, Tanaca and Kordo did not care at all, they only knew how to charge.

At this moment, they only had the strict formation of the Jingbei Army in their eyes, and in their long-term cognition, as long as they rushed to the front of the Ming army, those courageless Ming troops would collapse.

But they forgot that they had only about thirty horsemen, and their Han and Mongol soldiers had completely lost their courage.

After the Manchurian soldiers rushed out of the gate at the cost of hundreds of people, the Han army banner and the Mongolian soldiers behind them looked at the walled gate full of corpses, and finally stopped advancing, and some even dropped the knives in their hands and ran frantically towards the village.