Chapter 7 The Palace Back

The Qing army inlaid with red flags, Gushan Beizi Shangshan did not expect that under the ditch, which was originally thought to be an excellent place to set up ambush, has now become a tomb carefully selected for him!

The Dashun Army was abnormal in this camp robbery, chose to march in secret, and discovered the location of the ambush in advance, and shot a rain of arrows downwards.

After learning that the ambush was exposed, Shang Shan was not panicked, but instead led the army and climbed up the ditch and rushed towards the right wing of the Dashun Army.

The Manchu Guards all had tiger-backed and bear-beared waists, and their faces showed fierce light. The broad-blade geese-winged swords used were thicker than most Ming army's waist knives, and they could be mixed with one hand and both hands.

The Manchu Guards often suddenly changed their hands to hold them during the fight, and slashed with all their strength and made a huge slash. They were caught off guard, and few people could withstand it.

Although the old camp in Dashun is of good quality, its strength and armor protection are not as good as the Manchu Guards. Many people were chopped to the ground by the powerful Manchu Guards at one time, and they kept wailing.

If Liu Fangliang had not been quickly commanded by the rear formation cavalry to dismount and change to infantry to make up for it, the right wing would have been almost penetrated by a rapid raid by the Manchu Guards.

This time, the Dashun Army came to rob the camp, with a total of 1,500 old camps, which brought 500 more than in history, and had an absolute advantage in both number of people and terrain.

Because Li Zijing reminded him in time, he seized the opportunity.

Shang Shan knew that this battle was difficult to disperse the formation of the Dashun Army at one time.

"Stabilize the formation and stop rushing!"

"Prince Yu's reinforcements will arrive soon!"

Shang Shan shouted loudly in order to boost morale and direct the shocking Manchurian Guards to retreat.

However, the Dashun Old Battalion on the right wing has stabilized its position. These old battalions are elite cavalry on horseback and elite infantry off horseback, which is much more difficult to deal with than the ordinary Dashun Army.

More and more old battalions turned over and dismounted and joined the battle from the back formation. Liu Fangliang was also leading hundreds of cavalry to continuously attack the flanks of the Manchurian Guardians.

But the last straw that crushed these Manchu Guards was still those disturbing screams coming from behind.

Shang Shan's eyes flew across the entire battlefield, and his fighting spirit suddenly fell to the bottom. Within the sight of it, there were a large army of darkness. These bandits rushed towards him like moths flying into a fire, rushing towards him without fear of death.

The fire under the ditch could no longer be stopped, illuminating the entire battlefield as if it were daytime.

Several thick smoke rolled up, the fire burned vines, and the crackling sound of grass and trees mixed with desperate screams, upsetting the Manchu guards who heard it.

The dozens of Manchu guards who had not had time to climb up were trapped at the bottom of the ditch. Their screams were helpless and desperate. The bottom of the ditch was now like Shura hell.

The shouts of killing are deafening.

The fire was accompanied by screams, making people's mind tremble.

Blood slid down the tip of Yan Ling's knife. Li Zijing's hand holding the knife tightly was shaking uncontrollably. Looking at the bodies of the Manchu Guards and the Old Camp under his feet, he suddenly came to his senses.

The next moment, a severe pain came from the left shoulder.

A shocking knife mark penetrated the arrow jacket and the cotton armor leaves lined. Blood was flowing along the skin under the armor. The Manchu guard's sharp teeth that were so close to him were still vivid in his mind.

If the old camp had not dragged the Qing soldiers to death, he would have been himself lying here.

In his past and present, this is the first time Li Zijing killed someone.

Li Zijing could no longer remember what happened just now, and felt a moment of dizziness, his whole body was uncontrollable, and he was only concerned about swinging his sword wildly.

All the negative emotions that no one has expressed were hysterically this time.

When Li Zijing came to his senses, he saw only a bloody corpse.

"Murdered"

Li Zijing raised his head and looked around, and the tremor on his face gradually became stable.

The fierce shouts of killing were heard again, and the Dashun Army was like waves after wave, tirelessly attacking the Qing army again and again.

The battle situation has been decided, and the Qing army that was ambushed here will be completely wiped out.

"Woo--"

As soon as I breathed a sigh of relief, I heard a melodious sound of horns coming from behind me.

The horse's hooves were shaking on the loess, and the earth was trembling, and a rumbling sound came from behind.

Li Zijing turned his head and saw everything.

Behind the Dashun Army, the Qing army's Huanglong Celestial had risen, and a large group of cavalry with helmets and armor were rushing towards here, shaking the cold sabre in their hands.

The brigade of Qing cavalry suddenly appeared behind him, like a bolt from the blue, hitting Li Zijing's heart.

This battle is not over yet!

Li Zijing looked around, and the old camp obviously did not expect that the Qing cavalry would attack behind him. They all looked pale and kept retreating, and people were panicked.

Liu Fangliang actually did not have the habit of keeping a reserve team. Li Zijing knew that the reason why these hundreds of old camps were left in the back team was to protect his own safety.

But now, these people have become the only new force in the Dashun Army's rear formation.

Li Zijing felt the same as these old camps, and was at a loss. He raised his head and searched anxiously in the chaos, trying to find Liu Fangliang's figure.

In the front, Liu Fangliang, who had a white horse and silver spear, was standing under the blue flag, with his back facing Li Zijing, and led hundreds of cavalry to quickly withdraw from the battle formation and adjust his formation, intending to make a final assembly of the Manchu guards in front of the impact ditch.

After several attacks, the hundreds of old camp elite cavalry who followed Liu Fangliang had lost one-third of them. Almost every attack, many people fell off their horses and were killed by the Manchu guards who were caught up.

Li Zijing opened his mouth, but did not shout.

When they found reinforcements coming from behind the Dashun Army, the Qing army in front of the ditch had reorganized their troops again, and their morale was greatly boosted, forming a defensive formation, like an iron barrel.

"Swish swish swish swish--"

Suddenly, several sounds of breaking through the air came, and then many old camps in the back formation were hit by unseen arrows and fell to the ground wailingly.

"kill!"

Liu Fangliang's roar came from the front army, and he saw that at this moment, Liu Fangliang had already completed his entire team and rushed into the formation of the Manchu Guardians standing in front of the ditch with hundreds of old battalions.

The Qing cavalry rushing behind him were getting closer and closer, and the rumbling sound of horse hooves was like drum beats on the hearts of every Dashun soldier in the back formation.

During the raid, the Qing army once again set off their bows and arrows, forming a dense rain of arrows.

More old camps died tragically by their side. Li Zijing had never seen such a scene. He widened his eyes and turned over without thinking, eager to escape from the battlefield.

Without the leadership of the master, these long-standing old camps also tend to collapse.

However, Li Zijing did not expect that as soon as he got on the horse, the hundreds of old camps in the back formation seemed to have found the backbone and turned on them one after another.

Even some Dashun Old Camp, who were caught in arrows, gritted their teeth and turned their unyielding eyes forward, Li Zijing's figure of man and horse.

Li Zijing's figure who wanted to turn around and escape paused, his hand holding the reins tightly trembled slightly, and he looked at the Qing cavalry running in front of him again.

Seeing that the Qing army was raising arrows again, they aimed the bright arrows at him.

"kill!"

Li Zijing made a fuss, raised his goose feather knife, roared and rushed out first.

"kill!!"

The next moment, hundreds of Dashun old camp spirits behind him all held the reins tightly. Without any hesitation, they waved the blood-shining sabre and rushed out immediately.

"Brothers, the little King Chuang is behind us!"

"Kill all these dogs!!"

Deafening shouts of killing came from the back of the Dashun Army, and all the remaining Dashun old camps were shouting and rushing towards the army formed by hundreds of Manchu guards in front of the ditch.
Chapter completed!