The observation post again came with the news that the mortar was on rather bad target. There were no shells that fell on the enemy artillery positions at all, and even those shells did not kill a single person.

Yuan Chonghuan looked light-hearted, and Shi Kefa was distressed. It's dozens of taels of silver a shot, and when I fight, I save and save again. This is good, just throw it out and listen to it.

For Yuan Chonghuan, mortars are the best to blow up enemy artillery. It doesn't matter if the bombing doesn't scare them, at least it makes the enemy artillery more frightened. There is something on the other side that can hit them and make them feel a real threat, not as unscrupulous as they were the other day.

The infantry were not so lucky, and Dorgon was fortunate enough to see more than 1,200 people engulfed in an instant. There was nothing, just billowing smoke and dust. Twelve hundred people, and in an instant they were out of sight.

Occasionally, you can see the stumps and broken arms that have been blown up for half a day, and you can't even hear a scream, and 1,200 people are gone.

An arm slammed down with steam, and Zilharang was quick to smash the severed hand away with the spear in his hand. Otherwise, this hand would have to give Dorgon a slap in the face.

Dorgon was already stupid, his eyes widened and he looked at everything in front of him in horror, and he didn't know how to hide when his severed hand struck.

After waiting for about half an hour, the smoke finally cleared.

The ground was littered with craters, and 1,200 people seemed to have been dismantled into pieces and then lifted into the air and sprinkled to the ground. The strange thing is that there is no large stream of blood at the scene. Twelve hundred people were dismembered, and there should have been at least a few puddles of blood. But there was not a single puddle at the scene.

The cart with the gunpowder was gone, and Dorgon saw only the two remaining hind legs of the cart and pack horse, and no other parts. If you want to find out, it is estimated that you have the spirit of Yugong moving mountains.

"This ......!" Dolgon's voice was hoarse, and he didn't know how to describe what was happening in front of him. The momentary shelling completely destroyed the child's self-confidence.

"When's it, it's going to be this and that. Run! Azig whipped Dolgon, and the gates of Liguanzhen had been opened, and a large force of cavalry poured out.

Without saying a word, Azig turned his horse's head and left, and Dorgon, who had come to his senses, was pulled by Dorgon and fled backwards.

As for the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty, they are all Han people, who fucking cares about them. Zhenghuang is full of cavalry, and even the infantry has its own horses. Seeing that the situation was not good, the main generals all ran first with people, and ran away without saying a word.

Fan Wencheng stomped his feet and looked at the Eight Banners of the Han Army in a mess. This is all his hard work, and it is also his capital based on the Later Jin Dynasty. Can't be lost, never lost.

"If you don't want to die, follow me up the mountain!" Fan Wencheng also fought hard, and took out his waist knife and slashed to death a soldier who was running around.

The screams and the heads of the people rising into the sky silenced the soldiers around them. Then the same contagion, spreading rapidly to all sides. The soldiers around him all drew their knives and looked at the soldiers who were scurrying viciously.

"Go up the mountain, and if you don't want to die, follow me up the mountain." Fan Wencheng waved his hand and took the lead and ran towards the mountain. The slope of the mountain can greatly offset the impact of the cavalry, and Fan Wencheng, who has followed the Houjin cavalry all the year round, knows it very well.

The rebels are like a scattered flock of sheep, once a leader appears, they will blindly follow. Even if there is an abyss ahead, the sheep will instinctively follow the herd.

Just ran forty or fifty zhang away, Fan Wencheng stopped. Order the chaotic army to line up!

After a year of training, it still worked, and under the leadership of the relieved petty officer, the scattered soldiers began to form a neat line array.

Wu Sangui led the cavalry to chase and kill, and the two-mile journey was almost in the blink of an eye. "Fuck it." Seeing that the chaotic Han Baqi actually went up the mountain, Wu Sangui scolded his mother. In the mountain back-attack battle, the cavalry that had lost its impact did not take advantage of it at all.

"Put!" Fan Wencheng saw the cavalry rushing to the foot of the mountain and ordered the soldiers of the Han Eight Banners to shoot.

The "crackling" gunshots sounded like firecrackers. The cavalry who rushed to the foot of the mountain, one by one, fell. Wu Sangui just felt bad, and felt that the mount under his crotch was soft. The whole person was thrown straight out, and he learned to ride a horse since he was a child. At the critical moment, Wu Sangui did not panic, and pulled out of the stirrup with his feet.

Then bend the elbows and hug the chest, and the whole person formed a group. He rolled on the ground twice to remove his strength, then glanced at the surrounding situation, and immediately rolled over and rolled into a ditch by the side of the road and lay on his stomach.

At this time, the mount that fell to the ground was still kicking its legs. There was a big mouthful of blood flowing out of his mouth, and Wu Sangui alone saw the bloody wound, and there were no less than four places.

The dense rain of bullets hit only one platoon, and the 2nd Cavalry Division began to return fire. In the midst of a roar, the three-eyed firearms shot one after another. But after all, the upward firing distance was far away, and the bars of guns came down almost without causing any damage to the Han Eight Banners halfway up the mountain. Only a few unlucky eggs, hit by a projectile that played extraordinarily.

On the side of the Second Cavalry Division, it was a man on his back. Everywhere there were fallen horses and men, and many wounded soldiers were screaming loudly. The Second Cavalry Division is different from other troops, these are the old foundations of Zu Dashou and Wu Xiang's soldiers, and they can be regarded as subordinate soldiers. Seeing so many people being shot, Wu Sangui was so anxious that he shouted: "Let's go!" ”

But his roar was completely drowned out by the chaotic battlefield, and even he couldn't hear it clearly.

Yuan Chonghuan, who had already ascended to the top of the city, frowned, but he didn't expect that when the enemy was in chaos, the other party would still have such combat power. The general of the place seems to be not to be underestimated.

"The infantry stepped up to keep up and meet the cavalry. Mortars were pushed out of the city and bombarded enemy lines. Yuan Chonghuan calmly gave the order.

Seeing the people of the Second Cavalry Division turning on their backs, Fan Wencheng had no intention of expanding the results of the battle.

"Go down the mountain, grab the carriage and let's go." There were many carriages at the foot of the mountain, although the Eight Banners of the Han Army were infantry. But in order to march quickly, Dolgon still asked for many wagons from Nurhachi. With these carriages, they were able to quickly approach south after crossing the Liao River.

"Lord Toto, what about those artillery?" In a panic, one of the artillerymen asked aloud.

"Exploded!" Fan Wencheng didn't hesitate at all, those cannons were hundreds of pounds at every turn. It's simply impossible to drag those things and run away quickly. Even if it was blown up, Fan Wencheng did not want these cannons to fall into the hands of the enemy.

The artillery rabbits scurried out, and it was actually very troublesome to carry gunpowder. It was better to blow up the cannon together, and after filling the chamber with an excess of gunpowder, the artilleryman lit the fuse, and then ran down the hill like crazy. Those bastards have already set up the wagon, and God knows if they will wait for themselves.

The soldiers of the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty, who had eaten the sweetness, were no longer as afraid of these cavalry as they were yesterday. They climbed on the carriage and fired cold guns at the 2nd Cavalry Division. He also knocked down many of the pursuing cavalry of the 2nd Division, and after this battle, the 2nd Cavalry Division suffered heavy losses and was unable to continue the pursuit.

Yuan Chonghuan helplessly looked at the Han Baqi who was going away in a big car, and he had to know who the other party's general was, this was a terrible opponent.

Scofa sat on the wall, and Stilwell walked over to pull his father up. It's already a little cold, and sitting on the cold walls will get sick. But when his hand touched Shi Kefa's hand, Stilwell immediately screamed.

Daddy's hands are very hot, and when he touches his forehead again, it is even hotter than his hands.

Shi Kefa, who was sitting on the city wall, was still snoring in his nose.

For seven days and seven nights, Shi Kefa slept for a total of three or five hours. Even those who are beaten with iron can't stand it, not to mention, these seven days and seven nights Shi Kefa have all spent their time in exhaustion. Now it's easy to relax, and the person collapses all at once.

Dolgon ran all the way to the edge of the Liao River, and then he was relieved. Thinking of the imposing Han Eight Banners when he came, now the whole army is buried in his own hands. Dolgon's heart was like the paws of a thousand kittens, scratching.

The eight banners of the Han army, which were made with money on various flags, have now been beaten to ashes. This is back in Shenyang, how to explain to the various flag owners. Mang Gurtai, who was not on the same page with himself, didn't laugh at himself yet. Now without closing his eyes, Dorgon could imagine the vicious face of the reckless Gultai.

"Let's go, we can't help it." Azig was glad that few of his men were involved in the death charge. The violent explosion at that moment completely destroyed Azig's confidence. He didn't know what it was, but he knew it was a force that was destroying the world.

A whole thousand or two hundred people were wiped out in an instant. It was still a musket team, two hundred paces from the city walls. Azig didn't dare to think about what would happen if his Zhenghuang Banner rushed to the city.

In Azig's view, the deaths were all Han Chinese, and it didn't matter. Some flag slaves are just some of them, and the loss of gold rises. The lives of the Han people are less valuable than the lives of dogs, and they are worth making a fuss.

Dodor still didn't speak, and Dorgon looked frustrated. Wait for this ferry to transport people to the north bank of the Liao River and then return to Shenyang. Zilharang's expression was a little strange, and he kept looking south. I don't know what to see!

While waiting for the ferry, the sentry who had stayed behind ran back. After turning the saddle and dismounting, he signed at Dolgon: "Fourteen Baylor! Fan Wencheng returned with the Eight Banners of the Han Army. ”

"Coming back? How many people came back? Azig widened his eyes and threw Fan Wencheng and Han Baqi behind, just to let them kill the Ming army, so that they could give themselves time to escape. He never dreamed that this Fan Wencheng would be able to run back. He wondered how many people this guy could bring back.

"There are a lot of carriages, and there are still two or three thousand people." The sentry of the cavalry battalion reported back.

"Fan Wencheng is so good!" Dolgon excitedly urged the horse to leave, and led 6,000 Han troops and eight banners across the Liao River. Although more than half of the losses are now, half of them have come back. It is much better to return to Shenyang than to annihilate the whole army.

"Old Fourteen, wait for me!" Azig hurriedly urged his horse to chase after the impatient brother.

When Li Xiao arrived in Liguan Town, it was already almost evening. In fact, he didn't want to come to Li Guanzhen, he was still very confident in Yuan Chonghuan. However, Emperor Chongzhen Zhu Youzhen had no confidence in Yuan Chonghuan. In his heart, it is more reliable to fight with the Tartars or send Li Xiao.

stepped on the dock, only Yuan Chonghuan, Wu Xiang, and Wu Sangui came to greet him.

"Where's Scofa?" This time, Li Xiao came to supervise the army by holy order. It is regarded as a minister, such as the emperor in person. As long as Shi Kefa is not dead, he should also climb over to meet him.

"Back to the adult's words, Shi Kefa is sick. This Li Guan guarded for seven days and seven nights, and he didn't sleep a single night. The Tartar withdrew, and he fell at once. Now that the high fever has not subsided, we are discussing whether to send it to Changxing Island. ”

"Oh, I'll go check it out. What about the casualties of the Nanjing Forbidden Army? When Li Xiao saw the dilapidated Li Guanzhen, he was also impressed by the Nanjing Forbidden Army. To be honest, if Jinzhou hits to this extent. If it is guarded by the first division, it may be better, but if Yuan Chonghuan's second division is guarded, the consequences are difficult to say.

After all, the first division has a high proportion of veterans, and most of the second division are new recruits. More than half of them have never been on the battlefield, and they have never even seen what a firearm looks like before they became soldiers.

"The casualties are close to seventy percent, and Shi Kefa is also a man. threw his son on the city wall for three days, and Stilwell had thirteen wounds on his body. These two are tough guys. ”

"It's really a tiger father without a dog!"

There are not many remaining buildings in Liguanzhen, and they are all leaning against the root of the city wall. Li Xiao got into a room, and the musty, sweaty, bloody, and I don't know what smell almost smoked Li Xiao out.

"How did you find such a place?" Li Xiaoyi frowned, the injured person was most afraid of infection. The environment here is so harsh that wound infection is almost equivalent to death in these years.

"No way, there are dead people everywhere outside the city. The city is full of rubble, but these few houses are still intact. The wounded soldiers are all crammed here......! Mr. Shi insisted on being treated as a soldier, so ......! ”

"It's good not to be special, but it's not like that. Let people quickly clear a clean place and set up a tent. Later, Dr. Tong will come with a medical team. You set up enough tents in advance for everyone to live in.

After seven days and seven nights, these people were also exhausted. Li Xiao issued the order as he walked inside.

The turbid air made Li Xiao cough a few times, and Shi Kefa's bed leaned on the innermost. A guy with a cloak covered in blood and a dirty face sat in front of the bed and kept feeding Shi Kefa water.

He fed it very carefully, scooping only a little bit at a time with a small wooden spoon. kept feeding it into Shi Kefa's mouth, but Shi Kefa seemed to have lost the ability to swallow, and the water fed in it flowed out far more than he swallowed. But this guy still keeps feeding water. Mechanical repetition, as if it were a robot.

"You're Stilwell?"