The three hundred-member teams of the Han Army Banner are forming at the foot of the mountain. The artillery fire of the Liao army has been dumb, and they can recklessly form a team at the foot of the mountain without fear of being attacked by artillery fire.

In the past, Fan Wencheng didn't dare to do this. As long as these 300 enemy troops are covered by one artillery fire, it is estimated that there will be few people alive.

There was no sound on the hill, just when the hand-to-hand combat was imminent. It is estimated that the last strength of the Liao army has also been consumed!

Suddenly, the earth seemed to tremble. The pebbles on the ground kept jumping, and there was a muffled thunderous sound rolling down the ground. Not only Fan Wencheng's face turned white, but Dolgon's face also turned white. The voice was familiar to them, it was cavalry, a large force of cavalry.

Inside the col, Gritu rushed out again with two thousand cavalry with blood-red eyes. His goal is to have a team of three hundreders who are still in the team. On the bumpy horses, he could even see the officers of the Han military flag, hurriedly directing the army to turn.

As soon as the formation was completed, the rain of arrows in Geritu was covered.

The screams rang out, and the rain of arrows fell on the people in a dense manner. It was as if a patch of white hair suddenly grew on the ground, and before the three centuriens could be shot, they lost thirty percent of their combat strength.

Scattered gunshots rang out, and there was no point in the chaos. There were only a few cavalrymen, and sporadically fell under their horses.

The wind-like cavalry rushed to the front of the battle after two rounds of arrows, and two thousand cavalry rode three hundred infantry. Geritu didn't kill the past, he ran straight over. Those who dared to stand in front of the war horses were all knocked away by the four-hoofed galloping war horses. After he fell to the ground, countless horses' hooves stepped over him. After the two thousand cavalry ran away, these guys could directly use it to make dumpling filling.

"Rush up and slaughter them!" Dolgon's cavalry commanding two white flags roared angrily, and he was attacked by the enemy's cavalry twice, which was a disgrace for the Jurchens. When will the Mongol cavalry also come and go in front of the Jurchens like the wind!

The cavalrymen of the two white flags went crazy to chase and kill those Mongolian cavalrymen. They wanted to let the Mongols know that this was not the time of Genghis Khan. The name of the strongest cavalry on the surface is now worn on the heads of the Jurchens.

Seeing the enemy cavalry chasing after him, Geritu fled into the col without saying a word. The cavalry with two white flags followed and chased after him.

"Continue to form a team and attack the top of the mountain!" The enemy army will certainly organize reinforcements soon, and it is necessary to reach the top of the hill before the enemy reinforcements. Fan Wencheng gave an order, and the two hundred-person teams immediately drove over again.

Zuo Liangyu was carrying a knife in his hand and a knife in his mouth. What he was carrying in his hand was a ghost-headed broadsword, with a thick-backed thin-edged knife that sank more than 20 catties. There is the momentum of Mount Tai pressing the top, and the famous general Liu Ting used this kind of ghost-headed broadsword.

The knife in his mouth was one foot six inches long and two inches and three minutes wide. It is also a thick back and thin blade, but the head is particularly sharp. It's a knife, but this thing is more like a dagger with a one-sided blade.

Behind Zuo Liangyu were two thousand Qin soldiers.

Eight hundred miles of Qinchuan, the rushing Yellow River. It has watered the indomitable spirit of the old Qin people, and they fight with the sky, the earth, and the people. Dog Rong, Xiongnu, and even the Six Kingdoms of Shandong. All of them were trampled under the feet of the old Qin people, and Zuo Liangyu often listened to Hong Chengchou reciting two lines of poetry.

Defend Lao Qin, protect my rivers and mountains. The blood does not dry up, and the fight to the death continues!

Defend Lao Qin, protect my mountains and rivers. The blood does not dry up, and the fight to the death continues!

Although Zuo Liangyu didn't know what it meant, he felt very imposing. Today, let these Jurchen Tartars see how powerful Shaanxi Lengwa is.

The man who came out of the 800-mile Zhongnan Mountain was most familiar with mountain warfare. The forests in the northeast, although they are different from Zhongnan Mountain. But the Great Black Mountain is not as steep as Zhongnan Mountain!

Following the forest, Zuo Liangyu finally found the enemy's artillery position. With a knife in his mouth, he can't speak, it's just a gesture. The two thousand men stopped moving almost at the same time, adjusted their breathing, and in a moment were going to do the craziest rush.

He and Fan Wencheng have studied the tactics they have studied for a few days. Sure enough, as soon as he struck, he knocked out the enemy's artillery position! Now without the harassment of enemy artillery, he can unscrupulously shell Daheishan without worrying about the retaliation of the Liao army's firepower. This was unthinkable before.

The artillery was fired so hard that the barrel was hot. He had to order to pour water on the barrel to cool down. A bucket of water was poured on it, and immediately the mist steamed. Suddenly, he noticed a dark shadow in the mist. With that, more dark shadows appeared in the forest.

"Liao Army!" He shouted in Dutch. The Jurchen generals didn't understand, but the Dutch gunners did. They immediately looked around in panic, ready to flee in the opposite direction.

Now it was too late to escape, and the Qin army outflanked it like a fan under the cover of the forest. These Qin troops scurried through the mountains like flies, and before the Tartars guarding the artillery positions could react. The big blade has already slashed into the head!

The tragic white-bladed fight began in an instant, and Shaanxi Lengwa's ghost-headed big knife was like a thousand pounds. Taking advantage of the opponent's blocking, the other hand took the dagger in his mouth, and the fit pounced.

The dagger pierced the cotton armor and pierced the entire chest. At this time, the Tartar soldiers did not believe that they had been killed. I've seen a difficult Qin Jun, but I've never seen such a difficult one.

The two knives, one large and one small, work seamlessly together in their hands.

The six hundred white-flaged infantry in charge of guarding were crushed in an instant. Then there were the soldiers of the forest, chasing the long-legged Dutchman and chopping. These guys have long legs, but unfortunately they are not adapted to the terrain of the mountains and forests. Many people stepped into the pile of soft leaves, and their feet were crooked. limped and jumped for a few times, and was caught up by the people behind.

It is useless to kneel down and beg for mercy. People couldn't understand Dutch at all, so the devil slashed the red-haired ghost kneeling on the ground with a big knife.

"Don't chase it, move all the shells to the cannon?" Seeing the enemy fleeing in all directions, Zuo Liangyu hurriedly beckoned his subordinates not to chase and kill. If you are not familiar with the terrain and chase it like this, it is easy to run away.

The soldiers began to carry artillery shells, as well as gunpowder in large wooden barrels.

The gunpowder fell indiscriminately on the shell, and Zuo Liangyu left a long fuse. After igniting it, he whistled, and then led the people into the woods. They can't stop any longer, even if the enemy reinforcements don't come, the explosion can send them into the sky.

He had just run two hundred steps into the forest when a loud explosion sounded behind him. Zuo Liangyu felt that his back was pushed violently, and his body fell forward and hit a big tree. Half of his face was hit by the old pine tree and it hurt hotly!

I can't take care of it much, and it is estimated that the Tartar soldiers will catch up after a while. It is necessary to use the cover of mountains and forests to return to the Montenegrin position as soon as possible.

"Let's go! Let's go! Back to Montenegro! Regardless of the pain, Zuo Liangyu shouted loudly. The soldiers around him swept by quickly, burrowed into the dense forest and disappeared.

The cannon behind him suddenly stopped sounding, and Fan Wencheng and Dolgon had a sense of foreboding almost at the same time. When I looked back, I saw a column of smoke rising into the sky. The explosion shook the earth a few times. Then there were sporadic explosions, like firecrackers.

Into the autumn forest, ignited by such an explosion. The smoke from the sky-high fire quickly obscured the view. A team of soldiers with white flags who wanted to go into the forest to rescue were forced back by the heat wave.

He Huchen took a thousand Qin troops and climbed the main position of the Great Black Mountain along the side of the mountain. The earth on the ground is soaring, and if you step on it, you will sink into it very deeply. Shrapnel is everywhere, and dead people are everywhere. Few of them are fragmented, and most of them are fragmented. One foot may be on the side of a head, and one hand can be patted on a buttocks. And these are not parts that belong to one person.

He Huchen can be regarded as a person who has seen the battlefield, but he has really never seen such a tragic battlefield. With a whistle, he rushed down with his brothers. Yuan Chonghuan gave him the task of killing those trebuchets on the mountainside.

Let them come up because they are good at climbing mountains. From the side of the mountain, you can climb directly to the Great Black Mountain.

Rushing down from the mountain, the Shaanxi Lengwa led by He Huchen is like a tiger coming down the mountain. There were scattered gunshots below, and from time to time someone threw themselves on the ground. But even if it fell, the corpse rolled down.

The people who control the trebuchet are all soldiers of the Han military banner. Obviously, they don't have the momentum of Shaanxi Lengwa, and they saw these people rushing over to kill. Without a hint of ideological struggle, they threw down the trebuchet and turned around and ran without saying a word.

I don't like that my legs are not fast enough, but if I run too fast when going down the mountain, I will easily fall. Everywhere there were Han army banner soldiers rolling on the spot, many people hit their heads on stones, and their faces were covered with blood and still running.

He Huchen did not chase and killed, and ordered the soldiers to pile up gunpowder shells. Pile next to the trebuchet, then light the fuse and run with the person.

Dolgon and Fan Wencheng hadn't yet recovered from the explosion behind them, and the explosion halfway up the mountain drew their attention again. The smoke and dust produced by the explosion obscured the sky and the sun.

Huang Taiji, who was thirty miles away, also saw the smoke and dust, and several Baylors glanced at each other.

"It looks like the old fourteen are fighting very hard! Shouldn't we take them in? Mang Gurtai looked at the gunpowder smoke rushing into the sky, and his mind began to liven. Perhaps this time, the Liao army can be defeated.

"I'm going to go to you, and I'm going to be beaten to pieces in a while. Don't blame me for not reminding you! Dai Shan said angrily.

This time, let Dorgon take the lead, it is to consume the first two yellow flags that are too strong, and the current two white flags. Of course, the reason is to let Dolgon's Han army flag take the lead as cannon fodder!

Now looking at the intensity of the battle, the two white flags should have been broken by now!