"Boom, boom, boom......!"

The house leak happened to rain overnight, and at the same time that the Mongol soldiers rushed from the flank to the Manchurian soldiers of the Red Banner, all the mortars deployed by the old base camp behind the trench were also fired.

One by one, thunderbolts smashed into the ranks of the Qing army in the roar of artillery, and the clay pots with huge inertia shattered instantly at the moment they landed, and pieces of pottery fragments and iron nails in the clay pots splashed out, and the surrounding Manchurian soldiers cried and cried for their mothers.

What made the Eight Banners desperate was still to come, because the clay pot was not only filled with iron nails, but the lime mixed in it instantly spread when the clay pot was broken.

This kind of lime mist mixed with arsenic, all the Manchurian soldiers who were choked all clutched clutched their throats, making a retching sound of "ho ho", and the Manchurian soldiers whose eyes were choked by the smoke with arsenic were the same as those who were choked by lime before, rubbing their eyes desperately, and even many Manchurian soldiers buckled their eyeballs out because they couldn't stand it, and their faces were covered with blood.

Of course, there were also a few thunderbolts that were shattered by the huge impact force at the moment when the mortar was fired because of the fragility of the pottery, and dozens of soldiers of the Jingbei Army who had no time to dodge were either injured or were shot into the vital point by the flying broken porcelain and iron nails, and died on the spot.

The Jingbei soldiers who choked on the lime mist were also urgently sent to the rear to deal with their injuries, and those who choked their eyes were okay as long as they came and washed them with vegetable oil, and they would be no problem for a few days.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

Looking at the mournful companions in front of them, many Manchurian soldiers were afraid, and the Manchurian soldiers screaming and crawling everywhere on the battlefield made them very frightened, especially those Manchurian soldiers whose eyes were deducted by themselves, and the blood on their faces really made them panic.

Just after the thunderbolts of the Jingbei Army fired, the Mongol cavalry of Namutu also rushed to the flank of the Manchurian soldiers of the Zhenghong Banner, and then shot arrows at the Manchurian soldiers who were bewildered by the lime fog of the thunderbolts.

"Sons, take the good with the book!"

Namutu took the lead, and after the arrows in the quiver were shot, he drew his saber and pounced on the dense Manchurian soldiers in front of him.

Khaldemuni also shouted again and again, and he wanted to swear his loyalty to the Ming people of Jinzhou with the blood of the Manchurians.

"The Mongols reversed...... Hurry back! ”

"The Mongols reversed...... Hurry back! ”

The Manchurian soldiers, who were already baptized by thunderbolts, suddenly collapsed, threw down their swords and spears in a panic, and ran frantically in the direction of Nanguanling without caring about Dai Shan's Wang Qi in the Chinese army.

"Lord Wang, let's withdraw too, it's too late if we don't leave."

The defeat of the army was like a mountain, and Zhenghongqi Gushan Ezhen Longtuk knew that he could no longer restore the collapsed morale of the army.

"Let's go? Where can you go? What if you escape to Nanguan? If you want to go, this king will not go, and this king will die on the way to the charge? ”

Fifty-nine-year-old Dai Shan burst out in a desperate situation when he followed Nurhachi to fight more than 100,000 troops of the Ming army in Salhu, although he knew that he would die, but he wanted to use his courage to tell those Ming people that the Aixin Jueluo family was invincible.

One after another, the Manchurian soldiers who fled frantically were ruthlessly cut to the ground by the clashing Dai Shan and his Goshha.

"Master!"

Longtuk wailed, glanced at Dai Shan resolutely, and without hesitation, organized the remnants of hundreds of soldiers around him to kill the Mongols who had turned against the Qing Dynasty.

"The whole army charges, He Jiuyi, you lead people to attack the red flag of Khalchu from the flank, and the rest will go with the prince of Li who will meet the Qing Dynasty."

It is advisable to chase the poor man with the remaining bravery, and Li Dingguo, the battalion officer of the old base camp, brandished a cavalry gun and rushed towards the disorganized Eight Banners soldiers in front of the trench like a tiger descending from the mountain.

Countless Jingbei soldiers stepped on the wooden bridges erected by the Qing army and the corpses in the trenches to launch the final attack on the two red banner Manchurian soldiers.

"Knock, knock, knock......!"

The drums of war urging troops on the Ming army's position under Jinzhou Fort shook the heavens and the earth, and Li Dingguo's two-and-a-half-zhang high general flag kept leaning forward.

One after another, the Manchurian soldiers of the Two Red Banners who fled frantically were pierced by the spears of the Ming army that had caught up, and were cut down by long knives.

At this moment, the Manchurians lost their self-proclaimed blood and bravery, and no one dared to resist the Jingbei army behind them, and the Han people's bright broadswords and spears made them extremely afraid.

"Descend, don't kill me, descend!"

The slow-running Manchurian soldiers no longer looked at the high-flying Manchurian uncle, and knelt down under the long knife of the Jingbei Army.

Nuo Min died, and when the front battle was defeated, Nuo Min still wanted to stabilize the situation, and personally slashed and killed several Eight Banners soldiers who took the lead in escaping, but those soldiers who broke up didn't care about his deterrence at all, but because they were eager to flee for their lives, they swung their long knives at their leaders.

He Shuotu died, and the swinging tooth Ladutong, who personally led the team to charge into battle, was blinded by the thunderbolt artillery of the Jingbei Army, and then chopped into meat by countless spears and broadswords.

The Zhenghongqi in the middle was defeated, and the red flag on the right flank was no better, not because of the defense of the Ming army, but because of the defeat of the Zhenghongqi Manchurian army.

Looking at the countless defeated soldiers in the middle and in front of him and the countless Jingbei troops behind them, the Dorobel Karchu of the Great Qing Dynasty obviously did not have the courage of his father to rush to the death, but took the lead in fleeing in the direction of Nanguan with his horse when the defeated soldiers had not yet rolled up his general flag.

"Khaldemuni, you go and take Khalchu, I will take down Daishan, be sure to take them down before the Ming people."

Namutu kept chopping the defeated soldiers in front of him, and at the same time called his nephew Khaldemuni to chase and kill the Manchurian soldiers with red flags, and he wanted to use the heads of Daishan and Khalchu to ask the Ming people for merit and reward.

"Okay, uncle, don't worry, the Manchurians are at the end of their rope, if I can't take Khalchu again, won't I have to cut my own neck."

"Sons, go with the general to get the Khalchu and receive the reward from the Ming people!"

The Mongolian cavalry, who was slashing and killing the Manchurian soldiers of the Red Banner, instantly separated more than 200 horsemen and rushed towards Khalchu, which had been almost a mile away from the battlefield.

"Master, go quickly, minions go and stop the damned Mongolian traitor!"

Listening to the thunderous sound of horses' hooves behind him, the Goshha commander under the command of Kharchu Gangtu shouted loudly, and commanded the remnants of more than 100 Manchurian cavalry to meet the Mongols who rushed over.

"Divide two hundred men against them, and give the rest to Ben to take Khalchu."

Khaldemuni glanced contemptuously at the more than 100 Manchurian soldiers who turned around and lined up, his purpose was to hold Khalchu, not to fight with the Manchurian soldiers on the opposite side.