As the saying goes, those who are horizontal are afraid of being stunned, and those who are afraid of dying are not dead.

was stunned like a reckless Gutai, and was completely frightened by the lifeless posture of the remnants of the Ming army who had broken out of the encirclement, as well as the momentum of the bloody battle, and lost the courage of the Jurchen Baturu.

Not only did he not fight back head-on, but he slapped his horse and left.

This was exactly what his guards wanted, and they half escorted him to the surface of the sea, and re-entered the ice, on which the horses' hooves clattered.

The other half roared and fought in an attempt to block slightly, and then formed a front and rear attack with the pursuing Wuneg troops, completely annihilating the remnants of the Ming army.

Far away, they bent their bows and arrows.

Dozens of arrows roared towards him, and Huang Chongzhen's blood-stained hand almost couldn't hold the big iron sword, but he still struggled to knock the two arrows away.

A comrade-in-arms behind him was accidentally shot, and immediately fell off his horse, and before he could struggle to stand up, he was trampled into a pulp by the Houjin cavalry that followed.

Mang Gutai's pro-army didn't have time to release the second arrow, and they had already ushered in the anger of Huang Chongzhen and others.

Although they were recuperating, because the speed of the horses had not yet been fully raised, the blue robes were in stark contrast to the crimson after the bloodbath, and their momentum was also much weaker.

Therefore, this extremely elite banner owner's army was all picked off the horse with just one face, and almost did not play the slightest role in blocking it.

Huang Chongzhen was the only one, and when he raised his sword and fell, he cut off five huge heads.

The blood was bloody, and the faces of the five heads were clearly unwilling, unwilling, unbelievable and frightened.

This small block made Huang Chongzhen lose more than ten lovely comrades-in-arms again.

But after this battle, the remaining dozens of them were even more powerful, like demon gods under the starry sky, running bloody and terrifying.

"Boom, boom!"

The red-clothed general's cannon, whose chamber had been completely cooled, finally didn't need to worry about accidental injury, and came with a hearty ten-round roar.

"Kill!"

In the ruined walls that were on fire everywhere, groups of soldiers and civilians who were still ready to fight a war poured out, holding all kinds of available weapons, biting the rear team of Wunege, and occasionally hearing a dull roar or two.

The little white tiger and the big black bear hide their huge bodies among the soldiers and civilians, but they tend to be the last to strike, biting to death every time they pounce, and killing them every time they pounce......

Or just slap it off......

The dignified Beast King was so insidious, obviously he was spoiled by their eldest brother.

However, this kind of combat method that only kills and kills regardless of means is obviously very effective.

It didn't take long for the Jiannu cavalry, who were like beasts to resist the last wave of soldiers and civilians on Juehua Island, and finally discovered the two of them.

So, they simply stopped scruples, but roared angrily every time they killed one, and between the heaven and earth in the middle of this island, they showed the majesty of their land beast king.

"There are tigers! How can there be a tiger on the island! It's still white! ”

"What a tiger! It's clearly a big bear! And it's black! ”

The appearance of the two-headed beast king finally made the beast-like Jiannu cavalry panic, and it spread rapidly.

Affected by this, even the soldiers and civilians of Juehua Island, who were so injured that they could not stand up, roared angrily into the sky, and fought with all their strength to drive away the enemy.

Even if the last vitality is turned into a roar of unwillingness under the starry sky, it can at least prove that he once existed in this time and space.

Such a soldier who is indignant to the whole people, as if "the jackal has come with a shotgun", is undoubtedly more frightening than the masterpiece that the slave chief is proud of, "if you go out, you will be a soldier and if you enter for the people", which is a masterpiece that the slave chief is proud of.

In the hearts of the Jurchens, they all have primitive and barbaric pride, but the momentum of the Juehua army and civilians who risked their lives to pull people back finally crushed this pride.

Spanning Liaodong for decades, it is known as the "invincible" Eight Banners Elite Rider.

From back to front, I finally felt panicked for the first time, and I just wanted to take advantage of the fact that the sea was still frozen and quickly leave this Daming Island full of demons.

Zhao Shujiao, who was a member of the country, did not lead the remaining dozens of cavalry and chased Mang Gutai to the frozen sea.

Instead, he whistled loudly at the edge of the island, and led them like an arm, crossing a graceful arc under the starry sky, and running wildly around the island.

Wu Nag did not lead his army or send troops to chase after him, but ran wildly in the direction of Manggutai, comforting himself to protect Sanbeile first, and then to plan for the future.

Zhou Ji, who didn't know whether he was dead or alive, was sadly unable to help himself, and his red eyes were urging the general cannon to hit the enemy even if he blew up.

"Boom, boom!"

The cannonballs chased the galloping Houjin cavalry on the sea, and the thick ice was hit again, and finally it was overwhelmed, and the first huge crack was produced with a "click", followed by an uncontrollable chain reaction.

"Click, click, click! Click! Click! ”

Countless layers of ice collapsed and collapsed, and a large number of Houjin's cavalry leaped and ran on the broken ice with their superb riding skills, but many of them fell into the water.

These cavalrymen who fell into the water howled and fluttered twice like the beasts that fell into the water, and then they were robbed of the heat of their bodies by the biting ice water.

Their majestic bodies quickly lost their vitality, and soon became a floating ice sculpture, which remained in a state of terror until death, and some of them were completely integrated with his beloved war horses.

Zhou Ji, Peng Hairpin and others, who originally planned to end their mission with a bomb, saw this scene from a distance under the double glow of starlight and fire, and continued to fire five cannons.

It wasn't until the barrel of the cannon was so hot and red that it was visible to the naked eye, and it was really overwhelmed, and he held on to the hope of surviving a hundred battles, so he gave up the opportunity to beat the water dogs, and followed strict steps to cool down the chamber with all his might.

The last struggle of the reservoir dogs, out of their life instincts, intensified the rate at which the ice cracked.

"Click......

The frightened Manggutai, surrounded by the Wunag and the pro-army, stopped his horse and suddenly heard a piercing sound of ice cracking, long from far to near.

Several riders around them glanced at each other, but before they could see the horror in each other's eyes, they suddenly fell into the icy water.

The barbaric primitiveness of the Jurchens made them fearless, but they were particularly afraid of Tianwei.

Mang Gutai and Wu Nag instantly felt cold and piercing, and after curling their necks and looking at each other, they shouted in unison, and abandoned their accomplices like crazy, and fled on their horses, whipping their fat and strong horses' buttocks to the point of blood.

The main generals were still like this, and their subordinates had no slightest will to fight, and they all fled, and none of the majestic cavalry would let anyone, crowding and trampling on each other, pushing and shoving into the water, and countless others.

At this point, the elite iron cavalry of the Eight Banners, which the slave chief had devoted his life to building, finally ushered in the first major rout, and its rout was noisy and ferocious, although it was full of shadows, but it still made the Ming soldiers and civilians on the island ashamed of themselves.

Juehua, the Daming Island in Liaodong Bay, experienced a tragic battle in half a day and half a night, and countless Ming soldiers and civilians died tragically.

In the middle of the night, the attacking Houjin cavalry finally fled far away, and then the previous calm was restored.

Inside the walls, flames crackled.

On the ice, the cold wind whined and blew.

Singing and harmonizing, it is like the resonance of the piano.

Victorious.

Finally victorious.

After all, it was victorious.

However, all the soldiers and civilians of Juehua Island, including Huang Chongzhen, were not happy at all.

Because, this battle is too tragic.

Although we won, we won hardship, luck, and tragedy.

I don't know when, the starry sky has been obscured by a sudden cloud.

A gentle light rain fell from the air without warning, dripping, as if it was exaggerating sadness, and it seemed to be comforting Juehua Island and appeasing the tragic mood of the soldiers and civilians on the island.

There was no need to give an order, and the soldiers and civilians who survived the catastrophe, as long as they still had a little strength, spontaneously began to clean up their homes, treat the seriously injured comrades-in-arms who had not yet died, and try with great difficulty to save their lives.

It is strange that these real men who do not hesitate to sacrifice their lives to protect their homes can face their own life and death.

But he couldn't see the hands of his comrades-in-arms who had just fought side by side, and he slipped weakly from the cracks of his clenched fists, and he couldn't help but cry.

Zhao Shujiao dragged his extremely tired body, led the remaining dozens of cavalry to a dilapidated pavilion sheltered from the wind and rain, and then plopped down from the horse.

After trying to climb into the pavilion, they could not move even half a finger, and some of them could not bear the pain and fatigue, and as soon as their eyes were closed, they wanted to fall into a deep sleep.

With an extremely strong will, Chongzhen reminded himself not to sleep, and shouted in a hoarse voice, telling them not to fall asleep, because it was very likely that they would not wake up for a long time.

This shout had a great effect, so that the cavalrymen, who had managed to survive from the desperate battlefield, refused to close their eyes no matter what, for fear that if they closed their eyes, they would die in a nest, as Shigezhen said.

Zhou Ji, Peng Hairpin and the others were not harmed in the slightest, but their faces were blackened.

They cried out from within the city walls, and when they heard the shouts of Chongzhen, they hurriedly crawled to the ground, and when they saw their bloody appearance, no matter how strong the man was, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

Chongzhen asked Zhou Ji to build a fire next to him, found a tattered iron pot and boiled half a pot of water, added some salt, and fed everyone a few mouthfuls, so that these iron-blooded men recovered a little.

But even so, there were still two cavalrymen who had survived the bloody battle with proud smiles on their faces and slept forever.

Under Zhou Ji's careful care, Chongzhen lay down like a dead dog for half an hour, which can be regarded as truly enjoying the tranquility of half an hour, and then stood up with tenacious perseverance in the face of his strong opposition.

He first dealt with his injuries with the help of Zhou Ji, changed into dry clothes, and then began to treat Zhao Shujiao and others with the simple medical tools prepared by Peng Ji.