"I'm going home, I'm going home!"

A Manchurian soldier with a still childish face lying on the ground with his head in his hands, the sound of artillery in his ears and the dead companions around him made him no longer want any military merits and any future, he just wanted to go home, go home!

Not far away, a middle-aged banner man looked at the uncompetitive Manchurian soldier and shouted angrily: "Xie Ni, get up, don't cry, you Ama is a good man in our leader, you can't embarrass your Amma!" Arise, take up your great bow and fight with your uncle with Nikan! ”

"Nikan" is the meaning of the Han people.

In the past, "Nikan" was a compliment, a eulogy, an envy, and a compliment.

Prince Nikan, one of the three kings of the government who died in Hunan and was martyred, was personally given the name Nikan by his grandfather Nurhachi because he was like a Han Chinese.

At that time, the Manchurians were proud to look like "Nikan".

Now, "Nikan" is a Manchurian curse.

Scolding who is Nikan is similar to the Han people scolding whose mother is out to sell.

Poor Xeni was so frightened that he didn't even hear the voice of Uncle Namu, the neighbor next door to his house, who lived next door to him.

"Xenny!"

Seeing that Shani's child was still lying on the ground and not moving, the wooden ran to pull Shani up, even if Shani didn't dare to kill the enemy with him, he had to let the child run back quickly.

Who let this child's Amma save him back then?

However, a cannonball that fell from the sky looked like it had eyes, and it hit the wooden brain door impartially, turning his head and body into a pool of flesh and blood on the ground.

Who?

Xie Ni seemed to hear Uncle Namu's shouts, and boldly raised his head to look around, but he didn't know where Uncle Namu was.

The corpse with an inhuman appearance around made this Manchurian recruit, who was born in Yanjing in the fourth year of Shunzhi, couldn't help but vomit.

"Don't mess around, don't run!"

Sun Dali, the co-leader of the Red Flag, tried his best to restrain the bannerman, and running around at this time was looking for death.

The only way is to rush to the foot of the mountain, so that the artillery of the Ming army will have nothing to do with them.

Attacking fortifications and hand-to-hand combat is the strength of the Eight Banners of Manchuria!

There was a sudden tightness under his feet, and when he leaned over to look, he couldn't help but be mad.

A bloodied bannerman tugged at his feet, and his mouth made a faint sound, as if begging the co-leader to save him.

How to save?

This flag-bearer's stomach is screaming out of the hole!

All Sun Dali could do was to cut the flag with a knife on the neck, so that he would not have to suffer the living sin.

When I looked up again, the sound of artillery in my ears was already diluted, and I thought that the medicine of the Ming army had run out.

In this round of shelling, Sun Dali didn't know how many flags were hit.

The tragic situation in front of him told him that it was best to evacuate quickly, otherwise he was afraid that none of them would be able to go back.

But he did not dare to give this order, and his eyes tried to search the panicked crowd everywhere for the figure of the deputy commander He Buso, but he could not see it.

Until Goshha, the personal of a deputy capital lord, cried and stumbled in front of him with half of his master's body in his arms.

"My lord, Lord Tutong called Nikan's cannon to fire, hit"

Nagoshha was as dead as if he were dead, and his eyes were lifeless.

He did die.

Lost the main general, no matter what the reason, as a guard, he has no way to live.

All you can do is die in battle, so that you don't have your family in armor as a slave.

If the court is sympathetic, he can also send a pension to his family.

Looking at half of the body of the deputy capital commander that Goshha was holding in his hand, Sun Dali's lips moved, but he couldn't say anything.

The artillery of the Ming army completely extinguished the fire.

There are not many captured medicines, even if there are enough medicines, the artillery of this era cannot make the cannon continue to output.

The overheated chamber must be cooled or it will explode.

Finding that the Ming army had stopped shelling, Mulima couldn't help but roar anxiously: "What is Hebusso doing, does he still want to wait for the Ming army's artillery to fire again!" ”

The generals of the Eight Banners did not dare to speak, they knew that the general must be on fire now.

Whoever bumps into it is unlucky.

Yang Maoxun, the governor of Huguang, looked at Tuhai with a black face, and wanted Tuhai to persuade Mulima not to fill the lives of Manchurian soldiers to the Ming army's defense line.

Hurry up and transfer the surrendered army and the green battalion, and let these cannon fodder consume the medicine and defensive equipment of the Ming army is the way to win.

I didn't do that.

He suspected that Tuhai's further persuasion might backfire, and Mulima, who was already difficult to ride a tiger, would not only not listen to the persuasion, but might also send Manchurian troops even more vigorously.

He can't afford to lose!

Only victory can make this Jingxi general, who has no ability at all, worthy of his name.

Reduce the responsibility for the incompetence of its command.

At this time, the anxious Mulima hoped that Hubso would lead the remaining bannermen to rush to the foot of Huanglong Mountain, but the miracle did not appear, but a group of Ming troops jumped down from the woods, stones, and fortifications where they were hiding under the guidance of a red flag, and killed the two red flags that had been confused by the artillery bombardment.

"Brethren, cut down the tartars!"

Xu Lin, who rushed to the front, slashed in the face of a leader who was restraining his subordinates.

The blade instantly cut off a piece of the collar face, revealing the bulging cheekbones, and the painful collar covered half of his face and wailed and screamed.

Hundreds of broadswords were constantly chopping and swinging, and the Manchurian soldiers who were out of order could not stop being beaten and retreated.

"Aba!"

The mute Zhu San poked a spear in the neck of a Manchurian soldier who was running backwards with a slight injury, and pierced the opponent's neck in one fell swoop.

"Ugh"

The Manchurian soldiers, whose throats had been pierced, continued to run frantically despite the blood gushing, until they could no longer run and fell to the ground, not knowing what to say with their mouths in their mouths.

The two legs kept kicking and kicking as if they were nervous.

It was as if an invisible imp was tugging at his legs.

It took me a lot of time to stop, and it became a corpse under Huanglong Mountain that was losing its temperature.

Sun Dali didn't expect that the Ming army would take the initiative to go down the mountain to attack, and in a hurry, he took a group of bannermen who had finally gathered together to resist desperately, but there were more and more Ming troops who attacked, and more and more bannermen fled back, so he could only grit his teeth and order to retreat in desperation.

Looking at the Zhenman soldiers who were retreating in embarrassment in front of him, Niu Wancheng didn't speak for a long time, and it was quite scary to say it.

"The Tartars can't fight now?"

The old cow touched his bare head, and he couldn't understand how this Tartar soldier was so different from before.

"My lord, pay attention to your words!"

Qi Yikui's scalp was numb when he heard this, and he looked around, but fortunately, there were no outsiders.

Lao Niu realized his mistake and quickly nodded: "Yes, yes, you can't talk nonsense Well, these eight flags don't seem to be very dripping." ”

Qi Yikui didn't want to discuss with the chief soldier how the quality of the Manchurian soldiers had deteriorated, but kindly reminded the chief soldier: "My lord, you are in trouble again." ”

"Huh? What's the trouble? ”

The old cow was taken aback.

Qi Yikui pouted with his mouth to the general on the high slope in the distance: "Did the Ming army tell us about the artillery going away?" ”