However, this is not Liaodong, but the hinterland of the Han family, the hinterland of the Han family like the sea.

"Great Khan, Zu Dashou is charging towards the sweat tent!"

"Humph! All his cavalry was handed over to Yuan Chonghuan, which was beyond his own strength, and the mantis arm was used as a chariot! ”

"Great Khan! Zhao led the Ministry of Education to launch a charge towards the sweat tent! ”

"Humph! How can a defeated general be brave? ”

"Great Khan ......"

"What's the matter!"

"Rear...... Rear ......"

"What's going on in the rear?"

"Big Baylor failed to stop the Ming army in the rear, and a cavalry broke through it and is killing the sweat tent!"

"How many are there?"

"More than a thousand!"

"More than a thousand, more than a thousand! Why are there more than a thousand again! ”

If the Ming army pushed over with superior forces, Huang Taiji could still feel some comfort.

However, now, it is a surprise attack, a surprise attack, and a breakthrough with more than a thousand cavalry.

This should have been the privilege of the Eight Banners Cavalry! Now they have all been stolen by the Ming army!

The messengers went from anxious and panicked to a series of proclamations, which have not stopped.

"Great Khan! Sweat! ”

"What's the alarm!"

"Ming Army...... A cavalry team of 800 people of the Ming army is rapidly attacking the sweat tent! ”

"You don't have to worry about debts, lice don't itch, can't you just stop them?" Huang Taiji snorted coldly.

"But the Great Khan ......" Fan Wencheng finally couldn't help but speak.

Because he knew that if he didn't speak up, he wouldn't have a chance. If he loses this battle, Hanchen, who has no foundation in the Jurchen pile, will be the first to be angered and become a scapegoat.

"Huh?" Huang Taiji looked at him more gloomily than his father.

Fan Wencheng prostrate in the tunnel: "There are no more Eight Banner soldiers to send!" ”

"Nonsense, I have 10 million soldiers in the Eight Banners!" Huang Taiji naturally also knew that this time he entered the pass, and the soldiers he brought with him almost exhausted the full strength of the eight tribes, and Dolgon took some of them in order to support the battle situation in western Liao.

Zierharang guarded Liaonan and Liaodong, and if he did not have sufficient troops, it would be impossible to deter Mao Wenlong's impatience.

Huang Taiji suddenly regretted a little - since it was a big gamble, he should bet all his net worth.

"The stakes are still not big enough!" Huang Taiji's self-blame and regret passed in an instant.

The rapid trend of the battle situation also made him have no time to regret it.

The Eight Banners Army has experienced a hundred battles and is close to a hundred victories, and it is impossible to collapse with such strength.

However, the situation is indeed moving in a direction that is not in their favor.

The main reason is still - insufficient troops!

The new force of the Ming army is endless, and it seems that the emergence of every new weapon and the addition of every new force can be regarded as a trump card that is beyond Jiannu's expectations.

However, the habits, tactics, and weapons and arms of the Eight Banners were all well known to the Ming army.

"Cannon! What about Lao Tzu's Italian cannon? Huang Taiji blurted out, and finally let go of Tiancong Khan's arrogance.

"Great Khan...... Your cannon ...... It has been destroyed by the Ming artillery at the head of the city! None of the Eight Banners disciples dared to answer like this, only Fan Wencheng was forced to come out publicly to wake up his master who was about to go crazy.

"Nonsense!" Huang Taiji whipped Fan Wencheng's body, leaving a clear blood mark on his face.

But he was suddenly stunned, this was the first time that Fan Wencheng dared to face his whip with his face.

The stunned moment is short, and the rest is endless anger.

But he couldn't pour out this anger on this minion, and the center of the battlefield had turned from the golden-armored warrior to him. All of the dashes and interceptions are aimed at killing or protecting him.

Huang Taiji looked around and was at a loss - there are really no Eight Banners to send!

Those who remain by their side, except for the loyal children who act as personal guards, are only a group of minions left!

"It's time for the minions to play!" Huang Taiji suddenly shouted, "Fan Wencheng! ”

"The minions are here!"

"Put on your armor and get on the horse! Prepare to fight to the death! If you win this battle, you will be crowned a marquis, and it will not be a problem! ”

"Wow!" Fan Wencheng was so excited that he couldn't help himself.

Then a bullet flew and pierced his temple, sending a rain of blood.

For the first time, snipers who have lurked in battle formations, or who have taken advantage of the chaos to find a place to snipe, have appeared. Unlike musketeers with good marksmanship, this is the first time that snipers have officially entered the battlefield as a separate elite unit.

Their guns and bullets are all tailor-made by Sun Yuanhua's team.

The suit is also custom-made to match the environment where the snow is beginning to melt.

The magnification mirror borrowed from Xiyi's telescope, coupled with its own research, and finally made a qualitative breakthrough.

It's ridiculous that Huang Taiji also held the monocular that he had eliminated from Xiyi as a treasure in the palm of his hand.

Chongzhen also has a gun tailor-made by Sun Yuanhua, in order to pat him on the back, that guy also did it very seriously, very exquisitely, and the material was also used very well, it can be said that he is deliberately tackling technical problems for him alone.

After accumulation, Sun Yuanhua succeeded, but due to time constraints, it was too late to apply.

Chongzhen has reason to believe that by the end of this battle, even the latest muskets will be eliminated.

This era of Gu Wei is like this, and it will ruthlessly eliminate those who hold on to the remnants, the tribe.

Just like civilization, the Eight Banners system will eventually be eliminated, it is only a matter of time.

What Chongzhen is doing now is to advance this world.

Moreover, it was not by Xiyi's strong ships and cannons that were bombarded, but by Daming himself.

Jurchen or Manchu; Whether it's the Liao River or the Hunhe River.

Eventually, it will merge into the sea.

Hundreds of rivers from the east to the sea, when to return to the west.

For those who live life to the fullest, even the boring problem of lamenting the lack of time will become a luxury.

Fighting day and night is the state that Chongzhen and others who have gone through the great era of the later generations.

At this moment, he completely put life and death out of the way, and only rushed forward with one mind.

"Forward, forward, forward!" Only moving forward is the only way to overcome all difficulties and obstacles.

The rest are all false theories and excuses for the weak, and only by moving forward is the soul of the nation.

Of course, there is a tactical forward, a strategic forward, a direct forward, a roundabout forward, and an outflanking forward......

Huang Chongzhen didn't know which kind of self he belonged to now, in short, he just moved towards Huang Taiji.

You don't need to brave artillery fire, you just need to guard against arrows.

It's a pity that when the speed is enough, the wolf's tooth arrows in the rear of the side can't keep up with the charging speed.

The jujube red horse spread its four hooves, and the horsepower was fully opened, and the big black horse on the other side was unwilling to approach his wife.

The Chinese army began to charge hard, which can only show that the battle situation that Huang Taiji had worked so hard to support finally came to the moment when the Eight Banners collapsed. The first to be killed was naturally the slave soldiers of all ethnic groups led by the armored slaves.

They routed as desperately as they charged, the only difference was that they threw away all their burdens for the sake of speed, and even the thin layer of armor was discarded.

These minions have no dignity, so what they discard is the fighting spirit, the dignity of the warrior.

Who called these thin armor that can resist arrows and arrows, fire and iron sand bullets, but they are useless in the face of bullets?

The Eight Banners Warlord tried to stop them, but in the end they could only be swallowed up by the vast sea of Ming army's battle array.

The infantry's charge is always unhurried, and it seems that the pain of Sarhu has become an eternal pain in the hearts of the Ming army, so once it has an advantage in a certain battle situation, it will never go deep alone, but push it sideways.

If an enemy jumps in the distance, he raises his gun and shoots him.

If there is an enemy lying in the path of advance, make up for it with a bayonet.

Chongzhen gave this behavior a nice name - mending the knife.

So every musketeer with a bayonet carried out this obscene act very happily. Then there were swords, shields, and ironclad soldiers gathered at the front of the battle array, all put together like a roaring tank.

There are shells, there are bullets, there are swords, guns, swords, halberds......

The rout of the Huangtaiji Khan's tent stemmed from Fan Wencheng's being shot with a single shot.

How can this broken war be fought?

The Ming army's King Jin Jiaxin was shot and killed for so long and didn't die, and the minions here were shot in the head at once.

How did Jiannu know that the golden armor of Yuan Shisan, who pretended to be a heavy real, was soft armor, and there were silk clothes in the soft armor.

It can effectively prevent the wolf teeth and arrows of the Jurchens, and this golden signboard has become a good bait, attracting countless Jurchen iron horsemen who boast of being unparalleled in riding and shooting to places close to the battle formation of the Ming army.

Then, there were always musketeers hiding in the military formation, secretly sticking out the black holes to release black guns.

This time, it was Fan Wencheng who was shot and killed openly! Chain reaction, known and abrupt!

"Great Khan be careful!" "Great Khan be careful!"

One after another, there were Jurchen Baturu everywhere to show their loyalty.

Covering Huang Taiji, pulling the reins of his frightened war horse, he wanted to leave this high slope as soon as possible.

Standing tall does see far, but high places are even more cold.

Who knows if the Jurchens have read Su Dongpo's famous sentences through the ages?

Huang Taiji must have read it, but he is not afraid of the cold, and he has to climb to high places.

However, at this time, he could only be dragged by his loyal minions to a low place that was not easy for the Ming army to detect.

He wanted to roar and get his minions to put him back where he was.

But when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back, because until now, his minions who were good at hunting had not been able to find the Ming army cub who put cold arrows.

On the contrary, many people have been lost in the process.

The more courageous the person, the more angry and roaring the person, the more likely it is to be released by cold arrows.

Obviously, these people are very good at releasing cold arrows.

Huang Taiji blurted out with resentment: "It's easy to dodge with an open gun, but it's hard to defend against a hidden arrow!" ”

He weighed it up again and again, but finally he didn't have the courage to go back and reorganize a decent battle.

In fact, there are still opportunities, but he, like his descendants, is self-righteous and destined not to seize it.

With his banner no longer visible to his minions, Baturu, the battle will be over.

It ended with the defeat of the Jurchens.

It was a defeat, not a fiasco.

Because of his mobility and brutality, it determines his difficulty in being encircled and suppressed.