"Report! Lord Dagubian was leading his troops across the river without encountering obstacles. ”

"Report! Lord Mengchai fought with the Ming army. ”

The Qing army sentinel rode a flying horse to send back the news of the two solid mountain foreheads, and He Du couldn't help but laugh and said: "Nikans have a saying that Gu Tou cares about his heart, so that's what it means, haha." ”

Goshha echoed on the side, and the thin Wu Weihua didn't hear anything funny, and was a little embarrassed to mix in among the crowd, like standing out from the crowd.

"Wu, isn't it funny?"

"It's funny, it's funny." Seeing Hedu's questioning, Wu Weihua hurriedly put on a smiling face.

"Go and pass the order to Dagubian, he doesn't need to pay attention to Datong, and go south to stare at Taiyuan first." Jokes are jokes, military orders cannot be forgotten, and although Hedu is cynical, he is meticulous in fighting.

For him, the only one who can be called a threat is Taiyuan, because at present, only his own Qing army has entered the Shanxi territory, and if Taiyuan comes to help, it is likely to delay his good deeds.

The Ming army and Li Zicheng had a hostile relationship, and the possibility of rushing to the aid of Datong was almost none, and the Nikan army had always been weak and incompetent, so it was not too much to worry about. The reason why Hedu is carefully arranged is to isolate all possible external threats and make every effort to forcibly seize Datong City.

The red-clothed cannon spared no effort to fire, knocking down the arrow tower that towered above the city, and He Du suddenly remembered the words of Manba, and couldn't help but have some expectations, if it was really Chongzhen himself hiding here....

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Mengchai followed the river all the way upstream to five miles away, and the other side of the river was pitch black and there was no fire, so he immediately ordered to build a bridge here.

The Han Banner soldiers, who were familiar with the water, were selected to go into the water, swim to the opposite shore with ropes, and after confirming that it was safe, the ropes were fixed, and then the rafts prepared in advance were laid flat on the ropes, so as to build two simple suspension bridges.

"You guys, cross the river." Meng Chai pointed to the commander of the Eight Banners Han Army. The man answered, and led his Han soldiers to board the suspension bridge with torches, and the bridge built by the raft swayed left and right with the river, and some soldiers just stepped on it and lost their center of gravity and fell into the river.

The Manchurians stared at the back, and the commander of the Han army had no choice but to walk forward, ignoring the troops who fell into the water and called for help.

"A bunch of trash." Meng Chai kept an eye on the movement on the other side of the river, accustomed to the performance of the Han Banner army crossing the river. The Han commander was the first to go to the opposite bank, and while looking around vigilantly, he ordered the soldiers who had crossed the river to form a formation to defend themselves.

"Put."

"Smack. Syllable. Syllable. Syllable. A series of explosions brought out sparks in the dark night, illuminating the faces of the Ming army ambushed in the distance. The Ming army used to use the three-stage strike method, one round after another, and the guns fired one after another.

The Qing army that had just crossed the river was beaten squarely, dozens of soldiers in front of the arch guard were shot and killed on the spot, and the commander of the Han army grabbed one of them by the shoulder, pulled him in front of him to block the gun, and shouted for his men to charge.

Wang Jinchao led his troops to ambush here, intending to attack the Qing army in Bandu when they crossed the river, and Meng Chai led his headquarters to watch the fire from the other side, waiting for the Ming army to ambush.

Both of them have calculations, and they only have hard power. The Han soldiers who crossed the river advanced forward with torches, and Mengchai called a few times, and several teams of Mongolian archers came out of the crowd and stood on the river to throw them at the opposite bank, aiming at the torches of the Han banner army.

The Han banner soldiers had fire guns in front of them and arrows in the back, and they suffered heavy casualties in an instant, and they were also dead anyway, so they had to desperately charge in the direction of the Ming army.

Wang Jinchao hurriedly led the firecrackers to retreat, accompanied by Qiu Xu and Li Biao's two generals roared angrily, and the sword players who were hiding on both sides got up and formed a formation, holding long cards in front of them to engage the attacking Qing army.

"Tiger!"

As soon as the two sides collided together, the long card players in the front of the Ming army used half of their bodies to resist the wooden cards in their hands, and struggled to move forward.

The Ming army slowly surrounded the semi-circle shape and suppressed the Eight Banners Han army that had gone ashore in the first place.

The Ming soldiers on the opposite bank found the target and kept throwing them into the Ming army's columns, and the silent arrows matched the dark night and began to harvest lives indiscriminately.

Qiu Xu was hit by an arrow in his left shoulder, half of his body was drooping and unable to use his strength, so he threw the long knife in his hand forward and stabbed the Qing army in front of him.

"Biaozi, watch out for flying arrows."

Li Biao picked up a long card from the ground, plugged the gap vacated by the dead player, and shouted at Qiu Xu: "Don't worry about Lao Tzu, kill the thief." The temporarily withdrawn guncorps rushed out after loading the medicine, and followed the sword player behind him and fired freely in front of him.

Meng Guess saw the gap drawn by the cannon fodder of the Han flag soldiers, and ordered his subordinates Niu Lu to attack, and the Manchu soldiers wearing thick cotton armor took the opportunity to cross the river, and when the Han flag soldiers were squeezed back to the bridge by the Ming army, nearly 100 Manchus had come ashore.

Li Biao held the long card only to feel numb, and flew out upside down, and a giant man with a big waist appeared in the gap, like an iron tower, and kicked a player away with a single leg and kick.

"Uhh The giant Khan flew back and forth with a mace iron rod, and single-handedly defeated the Ming army in front of him. With the addition of the Manchurian Eight Banner Soldiers, the situation on the battlefield was reversed in an instant, and the Ming army fought and retreated.

Seeing that the front line was unstable, Wang Jinchao released the prepared sword and shield infantry to go to the reinforcement, and he personally led the pikemen to approach.

Qiu Xu crossed the knife with both hands, holding the handle of the axe that was slashing towards him, this axe was so powerful that Qiu Xu's knife edge burst instantly. Consciously unable to hold on, in a hurry, the waist was loose and downward, and took the opportunity to roll to the side.

The axe-wielding Qing Jun laughed and said, "Dance, huh? After speaking, he continued to walk towards Qiu Xu on the ground, and the Ming saber came to stop him when he saw this, and was cut in half by a horizontal axe.

"I, Kusanto, are white flag Baturu." Kusanto raised the long axe in his hand, this Han man did not die under his men, and he was entitled to know his name.

Qiu Xu raised the knife and then set up the axe blade, and in an instant, the blade was shattered, and the enemy was killed.

"Gunshots, thorns."

This group of pressed pikemen are all lightly armoured, and they are the elite of Wang Jinchao's subordinates, and with the addition of long soldiers, the difficult short-range front is much more stable.

All of a sudden, the two sides were at a stalemate at the bridgehead, and the Manchurians were indeed extremely brave, wearing thick armor and holding blunt weapons, and they dared to chisel a thousand people with only the number of 100 people.

The Manchu and Han banner soldiers rushed left and right, and the Ming army fought to the death layer by layer. As time passed, the soldiers killed on both sides piled up higher and higher at the bridgehead, and Meng Guess knew that there was no hope of crossing the river this time, so he ordered his subordinates to mingjin.

The full soldiers immediately retreated to the bridge, and casually killed all the Han banner soldiers who stood in the way, and the lives of ten Han people were not worth the life of one Jurchen Jingui.

Li Biao's eyes were red, and he called Qiu Xu several times again and again, but there was no response, presumably there must be more than lucky. "Want to go?" Filled with rage, he led his men to the bridge and continued the pursuit.

Wang Jinchao hurriedly shouted: "Come back!" However, it was too late, and the swarming arrows struck Li Biao.