Since Black Cloud Dragon was tactful, Zhao Xing would not say anything and immediately looked at the front battlefield.

At this time, in the front battlefield, the musket soldiers stopped shooting and retreated into the formation because the muskets were overheated. From this moment on, the real fight between hands and hands began. Man Gui was fierce, not only fierce to the enemy, but also fierce to his subordinates, because he knew better that if he was defeated in this battle, he would have to die.

Faced with such a situation, he ordered 2,000 of his own soldiers to rush to the first line. One thousand soldiers formed a solid line of defense, blocking the Eight Jurchen Banners, which had been killed and injured, and becoming the core and mainstay of the battle group. The remaining thousand soldiers directly became the supervision team, and resolutely slashed and killed any soldier who dared to retreat. In this short period of time, 200 soldiers of all sizes died on the road to retreat.

Man Gui, with more than 10 wolf-toothed arrows hanging on his body, shouting fiercely on the front line, and really being fearless.

At this time, the two sides had reached a critical moment of evenly match.

"Madam Qin, please command your soldiers to join General Mangui's assault and resist the enemy's attack. I immediately released the fireworks and ordered my new force to fight." Then he said with confidence: "I believe that this is definitely the last straw that crushed Huang Taiji."

Mrs. Qin received the order without hesitation, strode off the platform, stepped onto the war horse, and rushed to the front battlefield with her white-rod soldiers.

Huang Taiji was in a very heavy mood when he looked at the sunset in the west. Seeing the appearance of the white-rod soldier, Huang Taiji's heart sank.

In principle, 20,000 faces the enemy with 40,000, it would be easy to win, but I never expected that today's battle would be beyond my expectations.

The Ming army, which was originally vulnerable, suddenly had a tenacious fighting will. What's even more terrifying is that in their formation, there were white pole soldiers that they had not expected.

In Huang Taiji's eyes, there were only three Ming Dynasty troops that could truly make the Eight Banners of the Jurchens afraid of them.

The first one is Mao Wenlong from Dongjiang Town. Although they are not strong in combat and lack clothing, they are simply a group of beggars. However, their tenacious spirit of fighting to the death is admirable, especially when they drag the corpses of the warrior brothers, eating the flesh and blood of the brothers' corpses and fighting with red eyes, all the Jurchens trembled.

In fact, Huang Taiji has concluded that when he faces Mao Wenlong's defeat, he is not defeated by his combat effectiveness, but by his terrible spirit. At this point, Huang Taiji lost because of his convincing conviction.

There was another team that made him afraid, that was the Qi family army that had appeared in Liaodong. They suffered heavy losses with their mandarin duck formation with only three thousand soldiers. Fortunately, the Ming Dynasty cut off its arms. At that time, the Ming officials were jealous of the Qi family's military achievements and wiped out the Qi family army in the name of rebellion.

The rest were the Baigang soldiers. Their formation was sharp and they were not afraid of death. What made him even more troubled was the resilience of the Sichuan people. They died in battle but were not in chaos, 20% of them were not afraid of death, and 30% of them were still undefeated. The main generals both died in battle but did not have orders, and they still fought bravely, giving themselves a headache. But this time they suddenly appeared here.

Facing the sudden appearance of the White Rod Soldier, Huang Taiji really felt that it was beyond his expectations.

It seems that I got the iron plate today.

But no matter what, both sides value the significance of the New Year. If you want to get a good start before the New Year, this is what both sides need.

"Attack, no matter who the other party is or what kind of army it is, we must defeat them and carry out the victory to the end." Huang Taiji coldly ordered the team around him, which had already suffered heavy casualties.

So, after half an hour of gasping, the Eight Jurchen Banners blew the horn again.

On the other side, the war drums were ringing again against each other. At the same time, countless people on the Beijing city in the distance also shouted together again.

The shout was truly earth-shaking. At the same time, firecrackers were heard soaring into the sky above the capital city. They were cheering up their soldiers and celebrating their victory in advance.

Faced with such momentum, the Ming army's formation was once again imposing.

The Eight Jurchen Banners launched an active attack again. This not only suppressed people's momentum, but also made the decision of the troops.

Then, the cannons in the Ming Dynasty formation roared again, and the muskets shot continuously again. The battle formation still moved towards programmatic, and one minute of helpless programmatic.

But this time, all the Jurchen generals felt that the enemy formation this time was more tenacious and more proactive than the first position.

After paying the blood of countless warriors, the Jurchens finally attacked the Ming army's formation.

But there was still no collapse that Huang Taiji expected, and even the first collapse of one formation was gone. All the Ming army was fighting, although they were still thin, although they were still incomplete armor and equipment, and although they were still full of fear in the battle, they just leaned against their brothers' shoulders, fighting desperately and resisted desperately.

The generals who were most afraid of death did not escape first as before, but took the final death to death, and even more so, they were crying and fighting to the death. This puzzled them.

A side general ran to the front of Heiyunlong and cried and begged: "Master, no, it's really not possible. Retreat, order to retreat."

Heiyunlong stood up dizzyly, hugged the head of the beloved general, slowly cut the beloved general's neck with his own steel knife, and murmured, "You can't retreat. If you don't retreat, it's the rich pension of Guangzong Yaozu. If you retreat, not only will we have nothing, but you will also be criticized for the eternal period. Kill slaves, kill slaves."

Without struggling, the love general collapsed in the arms of Heiyunlong crying.

"Person, go, you're all dead, I'm here." Black Cloud Dragon raised his bloody steel knife and murmured like sleepwalking.

The personal soldiers immediately picked up the swords and guns without hesitation and rushed to the front line without looking back.

Zhao Xing stood on the high general stage, looking at the Eight Banners surrounded on three sides, looking at the Baigang soldier who had already fought on the front line with blood, waving his sword, hoarsely, like a Soviet remediation committee member, like a cook from a volunteer army, doing the final bottom line, shouting at the top of his lungs: "Brothers, our Ming Dynasty has reached the time of life and death, we have no way out. Behind us is our Ming Dynasty imperial capital, we kill slaves--."

Such shouting was so loud that it was really shocking and shocking. The Ming Dynasty had reached the point where the troops were at the city, but the Ming Dynasty was still, even if it reached the point of being at the verge of life and death, if it did not pay tribute, did not marry, did not surrender, soldiers died in battles, and the king died in the country. We really could not retreat anymore. Behind us is the imperial capital of the Ming Dynasty, a symbol of the Han family, and we have no choice but to retreat.

Mangui was already in tears. He went into battle again. He was covered in arrows, but he was still shouting and fighting. A cowardly black cloud dragon cried and closed his personal soldiers, his son's eyes, then climbed onto the war horse, yelling: "We have no way out, kill slaves--" rushed to the front line.

Mrs. Qin was covered in blood, and the white gun in her hand could not hold it because of the blood, but she shouted: "A woman, I, is not afraid of life and death. A man from the Ming Dynasty, killing slaves--"

The two sides fought in a rolling battle, from the sunrise to the setting sun, sprinkling blood red between the sky and the earth.

Just when both sides were exhausted, a gorgeous firework rose into the sky, and exploded in the blood-red sky of the setting sun, transforming into a brilliant firework. The glorious moment suddenly made the dark battlefield lit up.
Chapter completed!