Nearly 3,000 white flag vests under the command of Dolgon, formed an attack formation, like a sharp cone, whistling towards the direction of the Han gunners who had returned to the Ming Dynasty under the post, their purpose was obvious, that is, to block the back road of the cavalry of the Jingbei Army and force Xiao Li Thief to come out for a decisive battle.

"Li Bangjie, take your people, stop them for Lone, and in another hour, the main force will come up, and by that time, Xiaoling River will be the cemetery of Manchurian soldiers."

Dolgon poured out his nest, Li Xingzhi naturally did not leave his hand, The most elite iron soldiers of the Jingbei Army, under the guidance of the general banner, straightened up one after another, and with the help of the auxiliaries, began to wear thick iron armor.

"Brothers, Dashuai usually eats and drinks to support us, now is the time for us to work for Dashuai, go up with Lao Tzu and cut off Dorgon's dog's head."

Li Bangjie held up a mace weighing more than forty pounds, his eyes were full of fanaticism, according to the marshal, after the Tartar moved to Liaoyang, he actually set up a little emperor, and the mother of the little emperor, Zhong Muna, was a first-class beauty, I Lao Li had slept with the princess and the queen in his life, but his mother's queen mother had not tried, today, as long as Dolgon was defeated today, Liaoyang City would be at your fingertips, and the time would .......

Fire! ”

The artillerymen lit the arquebuses at the officer's command, and dozens of 600-pound guns turned around and roared angrily.

In the rumbling cannon, nearly 100 white flags waved their teeth and fell off their horses, which made the Qing cavalry array behind them stagnate.

This was followed by several rounds of artillery bombardment, and more and more Qing cavalry fell in front of the artillery positions of the Jingbei Army.

The cavalry of the Qing army, which was blocked by the artillery, was not afraid, but quickly judged the direction of the artillery fire of the Jingbei army, and the generals and colonels called in unison, quickly adjusted the direction, and rushed towards the ironclad soldiers with the corpses of their companions in front.

The Manchurian soldiers in the front of the white flag brandished their long knives and rushed towards the dense military formation of the ironclad soldiers with their spears straight.

The war horses were running faster and faster, and from time to time there were Qing soldiers who were hit by grenades and cannons and fell, but more Qing soldiers rushed to the front of the iron guards with a roar, and almost in the blink of an eye, countless cavalry spears hit the iron wall in front of the battle.

The expected sound of spears entering the flesh did not appear, but there was a crackling sound of wood breaking on the battlefield, and the heavy iron armor and chest plate armor on the ironclad soldiers were obviously not the existence of the Manchurian cavalry cavalry rifle penetrating, although many soldiers were knocked to the ground by the inertia of the war horses, but the ironclad soldiers in the rear had been fearlessly waving the big knives and spears in their hands to meet the white flag that fell into a momentary stunned.

One after another Manchurian white flags were stabbed to the ground from war horses with broadswords and spears, Li Bangjie struggled forward, the mace in his hand danced like a windmill, and the Manchurian horse armor in front of him was not his enemy at all, either the war horse was smashed to the ground, or dragged down from the horse, and then trampled to death.

As one of the most elite troops in Manchuria, of course, he would not let the iron men of the Jingbei Army in front of him be slaughtered at will, and after a short period of stunned, he desperately urged the war horse under his seat to squeeze forward.

Stabbed with spears, slashed with knives, and even bitten with teeth, both the Ming and Qing armies burst out with great courage at this critical juncture and desperately strangled together.

"Fire, fire."

The gunners of the Han army finally readjusted their gun positions under the pressure of Amba, and one by one the cannons fired intensive fire on the flanks against the swinging tooth horns squeezed in front of the iron man formation of the Jingbei Army.

One by one, the cannons penetrated through the dense cavalry array of the Qing army like ploughing, as long as the Eight Banners vest hit by the cannon, either because the war horse was out of control, or the body was hit by the cannon, and the war horse fell to the ground with a bang.

On the battlefield, the sound of shelling, shouting, and wailing became one.

On the Xiaoling River, Duoduo, Azig, Wu Keshan, Wu Nag and other Manchurian princes and ministers finally rushed out of the chaotic pole of the sea of people behind them with their personal guards.

Looking at the battlefield that had become so chaotic that it was almost impossible to clean up, Duoduo, Azig and the others were all furious.

The encirclement and annihilation battle became a big melee, and the back road has not been copied by Xiao Li thief, they are all old people, they all know that although there are not many Ming troops on the battlefield, but Xiao Li thief's brigade of infantry will inevitably be on the way to the battlefield, if this group of cavalry is not defeated in one fell swoop, then the main force of nearly 40,000 Manchu and Mongolian will inevitably be driven into the rolling Xiaoling River by Ming reinforcements.

"Sons, kill the thief of light for this king."

"Kill the thief!"

At this moment, whether it was Duoduo or Azig or Wu Keshan, they were no longer the high-ranking Manchu and Mongolian relatives, and one by one they waved their swords and spears and launched a decisive charge towards the cavalry of the Jingbei Army in front of them.

"Chen Wen killed the slaves with the orphan and drove all the Tartars down the Xiaoling River."

The battle was already white-hot, and the battlefield was even more chaotic to the extreme, when he saw the royal banner of Duoduo and others reappear on the battlefield, Li Xingzhi finally pulled out the long knife on his waist and threw himself into the battlefield with the last five hundred iron horsemen beside him.

"Your Royal Highness can't, the body of a daughter, you can't sit down, Dongyu is already the end of the strong oar, at most half an hour, Zhang Shuai will arrive at the battlefield, if you are really not at ease, the last general will bring four hundred cavalry, the last general is willing to guarantee with his life, and he will definitely block the way that Duoduo this son of a bitch raises."

Chen Wen dragged Li Xingzhi's war horse to death, although the battle situation was anxious, but it was far from the time of defeat, judging from the banner, there were only one or two thousand Tartars who returned to kill, and the rest of the Manmeng Eight Banners were still under the squeeze of the cavalry of the Jingbei Army, on the battlefield, the sword and gun had no eyes, if something happened to you, King Yan, how would it be?

"Did you see that flag, your brother Chen Wu was forced to death by Duoduo's dog day in the Hutuo River, and today Gu will personally cut off his dog head, pay tribute to the more than 10,000 old and weak in Gaoyang, and kill slaves with Gu."

The embankment of thousands of miles, collapsed in the anthill, Duoduo can turn back and kill back, that means that the Manchurian and Mongolian cavalry who were suddenly attacked by the cavalry of the Jingbei Army have come to their senses, in order to prevent another general collapse, Li Xingzhi must go up, the cavalry of the Jingbei Army has arrived on the battlefield for more than an hour, Li Xingzhi believes that Zhang Shaoqian is a turtle, and this will almost arrive at the battlefield.

"Boom ......!"

The deafening sound of horses' hooves sounded, and the elite of the five hundred iron cavalry, under the guidance of the banner of King Yan, with indomitable courage, faced Duoduo, the pseudo-Prince of Qing Yu, who had just killed the sea of chaotic soldiers.

"It's King Yan, His Royal Highness King Yan has come to save us personally, kill Lao Tzu, kill Lao Tzu."

When Yan Wang Wang Qi personally left the field, the Ming army, which was blocked on the embankment of the Xiaoling River, broke out into fierce cheers.

Liu Liangzuo drew his sword and roared, and rushed forward with his horse, Liu Zeqing also sacrificed his life to be entangled with the Manchurian soldiers in front of him, Xu Dingguo even flew to pounce on a white-flaged Niu Lu Zhangjing from his horse, and then raised a casserole-sized fist and smashed it on the head of Niu Lu Zhangjing.

The Lord will use his life, and the soldiers will naturally follow suit, raising their swords, spears and firearms in their hands one by one and trying to move forward.

Who is King Yan, King Yan is the de facto ruler of the Ming Empire, His Majesty the Emperor in the de facto sense, King Yan can personally go into battle without avoiding arrows and stones, is our life more precious than His Royal Highness King Yan.

History seems to have played a joke, the four towns of Jiangbei who originally drove the Manchurians in history sacrificed their lives on the battlefield, and at this moment, their will to fight was no worse than that of the iron soldiers who were fighting bloody battles under the white flags.