More and more corpses were cleaned out, and there were hundreds of them.

A young man with a beautiful appearance and aged about twenty-five or twenty-six walked over quickly with Han Rulin. His name is Wu Zhihua, and he temporarily led the cavalry camp to praising paintings.

He looked carefully at the waist sign handed over by Han Yong, frowned slightly and said, "General, this headless corpse should be the chief general of the Eastern Route Army in the Battle of Sarhu, Liu Jing, the assistant deputy governor of the Ming Dynasty. The one who carries him should be his adopted son Liu Zhaosun."

Han Yong looked stunned, "Are you sure?"

Wu Zhihua nodded heavily, "In recent years, a book has been widely circulated in the Jiangnan region, called "Shanjian Records". The author is unknown. It is said to be a general of the Liaodong army in the Ming Dynasty. In one of the volumes, he wrote biography for Qi Jiguang, Li Chengliang, Xu Congzhi, Liu Jing and Du Song. Among them, in the Liu Jing chapter, he wrote, "Jiang swept his troops and fought hard, and the sword was injured and killed. Yi'er Liu Zhaosun carried the corpse, swept his sword and attacked, and dozens of people were killed.'"

After scolding outside the camp for a day, the Qing general in Abudaligang finally couldn't stand it anymore.

They have won too many times, and many times they have won the more with less and the weak with strong. So most Qing generals have the illusion that they will always win like that.

When the enemy troops with less troops than their own swearing outside the camp, even if the Qing generals knew that they were forcing themselves to fight, it would be difficult for them to remain indifferent.

Because once they show a little cowardly action, they will be despised by the generals and soldiers under their command. They believe that only the Han people will do such things. They are all warriors of the Qing Dynasty. All they have to do is move forward and never be afraid. If there is an enemy ahead, it is enough to break it. This is the pride of the Eight Banners soldiers of this era.

Moreover, Han Yong constantly sent cavalry to loot the surrounding areas, burned their houses, and drove them out. They had nowhere to go, and many of them rushed into Abu Daligang.

Many of them are the old Jurchens, and they put pressure on the Qing generals in Abu Daligang, which also played a great role.

The sun rises, driving away the cold air in the valley.

When the Qing army left the camp, each of them held a bow and a gun, and set up a formation along the ridge.

The flag flutters and the horn sounds.

Several shamans wore headdresses made of crow feathers, and were naked on their upper bodies. They were whimpering in front of the team, their bodies swaying up and down, dancing.

The Qing army around him knelt all over the ground, put his right hand on his chest, lowered his head, and was extremely respectful.

This is the oldest war dance of the Jurchen tribe, and only the old Jurchen tribes in Jianzhou still retain such customs. As the ceremony ended, the Qing army cheered.

Han Yong looked at the opposite side coldly, and waited for them to stop, and rushed down with the sound of the horn. He pulled out a long sword from his waist with a whistle, pointing the tip of the knife to the hill on the left, and shouted loudly to the soldiers behind him: "Did you see the bones placed there? They were all living people, just like you and me. They were defeated, and their corpses were discarded in the wilderness for thirty years, and even their souls could not return to their hometown. Do you want to be like them? I don't want to. Not only do I don't want to, I also want to bring their corpses back and give them a grand funeral so that they can rest in peace. This is the responsibility of our descendants to the warriors who are loyal to the country."

"They are there now, watching us, waiting for us to win and take them home. We also want to go home, but after destroying Manluo. Here is three hundred miles away from the rear. If you retreat or escape, there is only one way to die. Today, we will either defeat them and return home with honor. Or we will all die here in battle, waiting for later generations to restrain our corpses. Now tell me, how do you choose?"

The front of the Qing army opposite had already rushed down the hill, and they could hear their screams from afar.

Lin Yuefeng stepped out of the queue and shouted loudly: "Kill all the captives and stop until death."

The soldiers around him shouted in unison: "Kill all the captives and stop until they die."

Han Yong turned around and pointed his long sword forward, "Kill!"

There are hills on both sides, and mostly hills and forests around them. There is only a slightly wide and flat river in the middle. There is less water in winter, and only some places have some small puddles left, which are frozen at this moment. Other places are fighting, and soldiers are everywhere, but the most soldiers are gathered here.

Nearly two thousand soldiers on both sides were crowded in the middle of the not-wide river, standing there like two walls, pulling back and forth.

The one in front holds a knife and a gun, slashes hard and stabs hard. The one behind pulls the bow and pulls the strings, throws arrows and rains. The one behind can't use force, so they can only cheer with force to increase the momentum.

The ice surface was trampled, and sludge and water stains were splashing everywhere. A group of soldiers fell to the ground, and before they could scream, they were submerged by the soldiers behind.

Someone died in battle, and someone immediately added up. The dull shouts of killing resounded throughout the valley. Above the river, a layer of mist rose, which was the heat exhaled by the soldiers.

Looking at the two armies fighting below, Han Yong walked around anxiously, his eyes seemed to be about to burst into flames.

Although these Qing soldiers were numerous, their combat power was not strong. Many of them even wore simple leather armor and their melee weapons were messy.

But here, the area is narrow, with one hill after another. Everyone is surrounded by people. Although the Liao army has the advantage, it is difficult to break through the Qing army's formation for a while.

Besides, there were many archers in the Qing army, and they hid behind and kept shooting. Although the soldiers of the army were all wearing cotton armor, they would not die as long as they did not hit the vital point.

The self-armed army was all cavalry and had no shields equipped. They only made some wooden shields after arrival. The number was small and the protection was weak. Feather arrows came overwhelmingly, and those shields were useless at all.

The casualties of the self-armed army are aggravating and time delaying, the morale of the self-armed army will be greatly affected.

Han Yong stopped, made up his mind and shouted to the messenger: "Go and tell Han Rulin, let them carry all the tiger squat cannons forward, aim at the right wing of the Tartars, and smash all the shells in the shortest time. At the same time, inform Lin Yuefeng, let him seize the opportunity and rush up at all costs. Even if all his soldiers were killed in battle, they would open a gap for me."

The messenger bowed and took the order and left.

Han Kuo turned around and ordered one of his personal soldiers: "You stay here. When the Qing army invests all its forces, you will send a signal, let Wu Xiong lead his troops to attack Abudaligang directly from the west."

After saying that, he pulled out his long sword, "Everyone took up his weapons and followed me."

The remaining hundreds of people followed the orders and shouted in unison, rushing forward with Han Yong.
Chapter completed!