In the twelfth year of Chongzhen, on the 28th day of July, early in the morning.

The Liaodong Army poured out.

The 170,000 troops, except for the 30,000 soldiers and horses of Kong Youde's department as a reserve, were divided into three armies and marched in unison along the official road.

Yang Chengying led the Chinese army by himself, and commanded Wu Sangui and Shuosai, totaling 50,000.

On the left wing are Meng Qiaofang and He Kegang, totaling 60,000.

On the right flank are Azig, Doduo, totaling thirty thousand.

All armies used small drums as commands, and the soldiers marched in unison with the drums. The cavalry formed on either side of the large column and followed the infantry in a slow pace.

Behind was the artillery, and one after another the cannons were drawn by horses, closely following the army.

Soldiers who no longer need to wear armor can walk easily.

The signal soldier rode quickly, leaning on the hundred-foot flag behind him, and easily passed through the formation and came to Yang Chengying:

"King Qi, the peasant army has stopped besieging Xiluo and Dongluo City."

Without waiting for Yang Chengying to speak, another signal soldier arrived: "Great King, the peasant army retreats to the Xishihe formation."

Yang Chengying said that the peasant army was tired from attacking for several days, and it was the best policy to take the initiative to retreat. However, in this way, the fighting spirit of the whole drum is lost, and the victory or defeat is decided.

He waved the signal corps back: "Probe! I'll report it again."

It didn't take long for Hong Chengchou's personal soldiers to come under the protection of the signal corps, and said:

"Your Highness, the Governor said that the peasant army has retreated, please ask Your Highness to lead the army into the pass, but our army is tired from the fierce battle and cannot support Your Highness."

"Tell Hong Chengchou to restrain his subordinates, and he doesn't have to worry about the rest."

Yang Chengying waved his hand to let Hong Chengchou's envoy retreat.

It is not easy for the left, center, and right armies to maintain such a marching speed.

In addition to the sound of drums, the pacesetters rode horses and raised flags in the three directions of the front, center, and right rear of the army formation to control the speed of the army formation and the distance between the army formations.

Soldiers who have been trained for a long time, enduring the dust that is raised, listening to the drums with their ears, the commander looks at the flag, slowing down for a moment and speeding up for a while.

Although the military formation was not completely uniform, it was also orderly.

The army was getting closer and closer to Shanhaiguan, and the people were not too attracted by Shanhaiguan, passing through the collapsed city walls and the road full of corpses in an orderly manner.

Shanhaiguan is not the model in the game, but by the mountains and rivers. It is connected to the Yanshan Mountains in the north and the sea in the south.

From north to south, the north wing city, Shanhaiguan city, south wing city, and Ninghai city are built accordingly. The city of East Luo is in front, and the city of West is behind.

There is also a Weiyuan City in front of Dongluo City.

The north and south sections of Shanhaiguan were demolished, and the north wing of the city was empty because it was the first to surrender.

The three armies of the left, center and right flanks passed through in batches, and Yang Chengying's Chinese army passed through the Shanhai Pass defense and came to the outside of Xiluo City.

The two armies were 1,500 paces apart and deployed in formation.

The auxiliary troops hurriedly dug trenches and built artillery positions, and one by one Shenwei invincible general guns were pushed onto the solid earth mountain, and the artillery commander used the artillery team mirror to measure the range and crosswind direction......

The peasant army did not move.

Yang Chengying guessed that they were hurrying to rest, and the more soldiers and horses, the more time they needed to organize the formation.

"Send someone to call the peasant army for battle, and say that Yang Chengying of the Great Ming Ji Liao Jing is going to meet with King Chuang in front of the formation." Yang Chengying said to Zu Zepei.

Zu Ze Peice immediately stepped forward, passed through the layers of military formations, and came to the front of the two armies.

Yang Chengying held the binoculars and saw Zu Zepei standing for a moment, then turned the horse's head.

He put down his binoculars and waited for a while, and Zu Zepei returned.

"Great King," Zu Zepei said, "Li Zicheng is willing to meet you."

"Okay."

Yang Chengying pulled the reins and, under the protection of dozens of guards, galloped forward from the gap between the military formations.

In the blink of an eye, five hundred steps away from the peasant army, Yang Chengying stopped.

Then, I saw a young man wearing a Fan Yang hat on his head

The mouth has a long beard and the left eye is covered with a cloth.

The face is full of vicissitudes, but the eyes are unusually resolute.

The man, protected by dozens of personal soldiers, also came to the middle of the two armies.

A hundred steps away from Yang Chengying, the man stopped.

"I'm Li Zicheng, I don't know which one is Yang Chengying?" Li Zicheng asked with his fists clenched.

Yang Chengying hugged his fists and replied: "Under Yang Chengying, I have seen King Li Chuang."

"I am now the Emperor of Dashun, and you should call me 'Your Majesty.'"

"However, I am a courtier of the Ming Dynasty, how can I call you 'Your Majesty.'" Your Excellency led the army to crisscross the north and south, and finally entered the Beijing Division, the so-called prosperity must decline, I sincerely hope that Your Excellency can understand this truth.

If Your Excellency is willing to give up your sword and gun and join forces with me to create peace in the world, national security and people's happiness, wouldn't it be much better than a life-and-death battle today."

"The Tao is not the same, the foot is the remnants of the Ming Dynasty, and I am the Emperor of Dashun! There is only one between you and me who will make it out of here alive."

"Do you have to fight to the death?"

"Hehe, you should know that 'there is no other day, if I really surrender, it will not end well in the future.'"

Yang Chengying did not take over the conversation.

Li Zicheng did not continue.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and Yang Chengying hugged his fists and said, "In this case, you and I can only fight to the death on the battlefield."

"Farewell!" Li Zicheng turned his horse's head and led his own soldiers to leave.

Yang Chengying sighed and turned back to his position.

"The army obeys the order, and the artillery is ready!"

Returning to the position, Yang Cheng should immediately give the order to carry out an artillery bombardment of the Dashun army.

One shell after another was stuffed into the barrel, the angle of the shelling had already been determined by simple calculations, and the artillery retreated to the side.

"Put!"

With a wave of the flag, one cannon spewed out angry flames, and the smokeless gunpowder urged the metal fixed cannonballs to spray out the barrels, drawing arcs in the air and smashing into the Dashun army camp in the distance.

The focus of the first strikes was on the artillery positions of the Dashun Army.

Yang Chengying held the binoculars, and through the smoke and black smoke raised, he saw the positions of the Franco machine gun and the Hongyi cannon, which were blown up.

In addition to metal fixed ammunition, there are more iron bullets.

A generation of Shenwei invincible general cannons, loaded with black powder, fired, reloaded, refired, reloaded.

This row of artillery fired rapidly, hitting the rear of the position, and the corpses of mules and horses were one by one.

It's not that the Dashun army doesn't want to return artillery fire, but the distance can't be reached.

Then, Yang Chengying saw through the telescope the breaking army dispatching.

It's still the usual "three walls" way of charging.

"Pass the order, the infantry shoot ready!" Yang Cheng should order.

The sound of unpacking and biting the packaging sounded on the battlefield, one after another.

When the cavalry is about to cross the center line, the infantry is reloaded, the first row squats, and the second row stands.

"Put!"

Bang bang bang ......!

Rows of bullets erupted from the barrels, gunfire was incessant, and billowing black smoke obscured the battlefield.

Soldiers only need to reload and shoot, and do not aim and shoot at all.

Yang Chengying watched the battlefield closely and frowned, he was sighing that such a hot-blooded man died here, and then watched the Dashun army continue to charge amid the sound of the horn.

There is no doubt that the other party has not yet realized the seriousness of the problem and wants to get as close as possible. Then use the three walls of cavalry to break down the infantry and complete the reversal.

Five to seven shots per minute, with a hot barrel, the person behind will make up for it.

The first person will retreat through the gap to the last.

"Attack!" Yang Chengying ordered again.

He had already seen that the Dashun army couldn't withstand it, and the charging formation was slow.

At this time, appropriately shortening the firing distance will make the firepower more ferocious.