Amin is going crazy! The small city of Dalinghe has only 10,000 or 20,000 residents. After the blue flag took root here, it simply became a pure military city. If you can keep it, you can't keep it, if you are blocked in the city. Ten days and half a month is good to say, more than a month can starve the entire blue flag to death.

Now Huang Taiji is leading the troops in the capital city of Daming, and God knows when the capital city of Daming will be able to fight. If Huang Taiji comes back late, it is estimated that his bones are cold.

If you don't shoot in 1929, you will go on the ice in 3949, and firewood and charcoal will be as important as food in winter. Even if the Jurchens have lived in Liaodong for generations, they will definitely not be able to bear the thirty-nine days of Liaodong. Without charcoal, dogs can freeze to death, let alone people.

It is even more useless to count on Shenyang's Dai Shan, this guy has always been used to waiting. The character belongs to the kind of death that takes advantage of the advantage and does not suffer losses, expecting him to take a huge risk and leave Shenyang to save the blue flag, Dai Shan really doesn't have that courage. Of course, the lack of friendship between the two brothers is also one of the important factors. If Mang Gurtai is still there, Zhenglan Banner will definitely come to save him.

It is necessary to break through, and the blue flag is left behind by Daddy Shulhazy. You must not be buried in your own hands!

In the darkness of the night, the cavalry of the brigade rushed out of the Daling River. Rushing towards the Liao army's position, followed by the cavalry, the infantry with swords and guns in their arms. It was dark, and the Niulu struggled to control their subordinates. The Eight Banners system showed its superiority at this time, and everyone followed Niu Lu in one direction.

Ao Canghai's face was solemn, whether he could achieve major results this time depends on whether he can intercept it tonight.

"Divisional commander! The other party rushed too hard, and we couldn't stand it. Nie Dahai ran over with gauze wrapped around his head and blood on his face.

"You are the regimental commander, who told you to leave the position? Go back immediately, or Lao Tzu will chop you up. Under the light of the fire, Ao Canghai looked like an angry lion.

"No!" Nie Dahai was stunned for a moment, pulled out his revolver and ran into the darkness.

"Divisional commander! The front of the 5th Battalion of the 2nd Regiment had already been rushed away by the Tartars, and the commander of the 2nd Regiment requested reinforcements. ”

"Tell the second regiment commander to take the position back. The fifth battalion was gone, so he filled himself in. He also filled it in, and Lao Tzu came to fill this big hole. Ao Canghai's eyes had turned blood-red.

The First Division, like the rest of the Liao Army, was invincible in this era. But melee combat, but not the Tartars' opponents. Especially now that the lights are blind, it is impossible to aim and shoot at all. Once close to the Tartar cavalry, the losses must have been quite heavy.

They are all soldiers brought out by themselves, and it is absolutely a lie to say that they are not distressed.

"Order the mortars, gather fire to support the second regiment, and block the Tartars no matter what." Ao Canghai did not forget that Li Xiao's family died in the hands of the blue flag. If it were other flags today, perhaps Ao Canghai would open an opening and kill and wound a large number of enemy troops to preserve his strength. But the blue flag can't be inlaid, for this flag with original sin, the Liao army only needs to see three words!

"No mercy!"

The mortars immediately began to shoot blindly according to the shooting elements set during the day, and this kind of shelling at night was very dangerous, because it was not clear to see the situation of the battlefield, even if it hit one's own people, they did not know.

As the main division, the number of mortars in the first division reached an astonishing number of more than 60. The mortar, which had an astonishing rate of fire, drove a wall of fire behind the blue-flaged cavalry. Whether it is a man or a horse, if they touch this wall of steel debris, they will be smashed into a sieve by scorching shrapnel!

As soon as the blue-flag cavalry came out, some fast horses ran to Yuan Chonghuan to ask for cannonballs.

Wang Tong can be regarded as fighting this time, and it turns out that this guy is not only corrupt and bribery, but also a good hand. Mobilizing the people's forces to support logistics also has two brushes.

Ao Canghai came to Liaodong, and Wang Tong knew that this battle was not trivial. In the past year, Jinzhou has been established and hoarded as many materials as the mountain, and ammunition is the focus of hoarding. For this battle, Wang Tong mobilized 30,000 people from southern and western Liaoning to participate in the war, and 3,000 carriages were mobilized alone. There are also 1,000 ox carts, anyway, in order to fight this battle, Liaodong has taken out all the money he has saved over the years.

The whole army knew the special enmity between the blue flag and Li Xiao, and no one wanted to let go of this post-gold blue flag whose hands were stained with the blood of the Han people.

Horse-drawn carts pulling ammunition were constantly flowing on the main road, and militiamen armed with spears stood guard on both sides of the road. At the slightest sign of movement, archers armed with old-fashioned arquebuses would rush over to help deal with the sporadic fleeing Blue Banner cavalry.

The blue flag is the flag brought out by Shulhaqi, and the cavalry is fierce and not under the blue flag. But a dozen cavalrymen faced hundreds of spears, and there were more than a dozen arquebuses in the distance, and they couldn't help but hate the spot.

By midnight, Amin knew he was finished. Because in the dark, he could no longer control his blue flag. Only the guards and the team of two henchmen Niu Lu were followed. Where the other Niu Lu went, he was completely out of control. Thinking of a banner with nearly 20,000 soldiers, now that he has this virtue, Amin is so distressed that he is about to faint.

A gunshot rang out, and the guards around him were shot off their horses. Seeing that the muzzle fire was more than a dozen steps away from him, Amin urged his war horse to rush over. The saber in his hand crossed an arc, and the sound of the saber slashing on the bone stubble was so smooth for the first time.

The Liao soldier's head was split in half and he fell to the ground without even screaming.

The "crackling" gunshots sounded like fried soybeans, and the guards around Amin were shot down one after another. Amin was anxious, but there was nothing he could do. If you want to fight with others, who will fight with you! can only drive the war horse, desperately rushing in the direction of the muzzle fire. Only in close combat can you play to your strengths.

The saber cut down seven or eight Liao soldiers along the way, and Amin's war horse was also shot with three huge blood holes.

The war horse that followed Amin to the east and west could no longer hold on, and fell to the ground with a neigh. At the moment when the war horse fell to the ground, Amin's body curled up into a ball, and he rolled on the ground several times in a row to lose his strength.

As soon as he stood up, a bright bayonet pierced him. The three-edged bayonet carried a cold light, and pierced Amin's armor in one fell swoop. Amin grabbed the musket and swung his knife twice, but the saber was too short to reach the other party. Amin was ruthless, and the hand holding the musket loosened. The bayonet lost resistance and pierced Amin's shoulder blades at once.

The distance was much shorter all of a sudden, and the saber in Amin's hand slashed through the neck of the Liao army like lightning.

The pain in the shoulder blade was so painful that Amin could barely stand. But the strong desire to survive still drove him forward. Along the way, he has already killed several defense lines of the Liao army, and as long as he rushes and kills for a while, he will definitely be able to kill through the defense line of the Liao army.

Behind him came cursing in two languages, as well as the sound of fierce fights and screams. The clashing of blades, the occasional musket fire, and even the explosion of a grenade.

The use of grenades in hand-to-hand combat between the two armies is simply a way of fighting that ends together.

By the light of the grenade explosion, Amin was pleasantly surprised to find that there was no Liao soldier in front of him. Not far away is the dark woods, as long as you burrow into the woods, there is a glimmer of life.

No one came to his aid, and his guards were probably all dead. Amin ran towards the woods, and after running two steps, he felt as if his legs had been filled with lead. On weekdays, his beloved saber is used as a crutch, and he moves closer to the woods step by step. There was a voice in my heart that told me that as long as I entered the woods, I would be safe, and as long as I entered the woods, I would live.

The wound on the shoulder hurt heartbreakingly, and the wound from the three-edged bayonet kept bleeding. Amin felt his mouth dry and his head was groggy. The body is getting colder and colder, and the trembling body is like a fallen leaf in the wind.

One step at a time, one step at a time, a pool of blood.

Amin is walking hard! You can live in the woods, and you can live in the woods. Lao Tzu is the owner of the blue flag, the son of Shulhaqi, and he must not die like this.

The moment he touched the pine tree at the edge of the woods, Amin almost jumped up with excitement. Go inside! It's safe to go further inside.