May 11th, noon, Jiangbian Road battlefield.

The sound of cannons and thunder fell silent again, and then the sound of drums and shouts became louder and louder.

The battlefield is still filled with thick smoke, blocking the sight of the Qing army in Xinzi Fort, but everyone knows that another round of infantry attacks by the Ming army is about to begin. From early this morning to now, they have launched one after another

They launched five fierce attacks. Although they were all repelled by the Qing troops who defended the fortress and left behind hundreds or thousands of corpses, they still organized a sixth wave of fierce attacks. The soldiers at the front had already rushed out of the smoke.

, the white blade and helmet reflected the cold light and flickered.

Ling Zongjun, the commander-in-chief of the Third Town of the Ming Dynasty's Army Division, is now following an iron shield truck to the front line. As long as he captures Xinzi Fort, his Third Town can ascend to the Xiangshan Highlands where the banner of "The Ming Dynasty Supervises the Country" is located.

At the same time, it can also completely annihilate the new army of 3,400 and 4,800 Banners under Zhao Liangdong.

Zhao Liangdong is worthy of being a long-established veteran, and the Eight Banners New Army under his command was also attacked in the belly and had no way to retreat. It unleashed all its fighting spirit.

Although they were attacked from two sides by the Ming army, they still struggled desperately to resist in Xinzi Fort. All the soldiers who could move had been filled in. The exploding bullets that could be fired were all shot out by those Weiyuan general cannons. They were stunned.

They repelled waves of fierce attacks commanded by Ling Zongjun, a powerful general of the Ming Dynasty's new army. Because the Ming army's firepower was so strong, the land around Xinzibao had been burned black, and the Qing soldiers who died in the battle were

There were too many soldiers to count. On the west side of Xinzi Fort, inside and outside the chest, there were layers upon layers of dead people!

If one were to count carefully, from early morning until now, the number of Qing soldiers killed or injured was twice as many as those of the opponent.

If we take into account the magical effect of allicin...the final death toll of the Qing army was very likely to be ten times more than that of their opponents!

But as long as I can kill Zhu Heji, it will all be worth it!

In order to rescue the trapped Zhao Liangdong, Zhuo Butai from Jiangbei also risked his life. He forced his Eight Banners New Army soldiers to board wooden boats and brave the artillery fire blocked by the Ming army to support the Qing army in Xinzi Fort at any cost.

One after another, the new Eight Banners troops were transported from Jiangbei and thrown into the bloody battlefield. Soon they were reduced to remnants.

And what they gained from their huge casualties was only the temporary safety of Xinzi Fort.

Seeing that the Ming army pushing iron shield carts was about to rush to the west parapet of Xinzi Fort, Zhao Liangdong, who had no artillery to destroy these shield carts, had no choice but to order the reinforcements that had just arrived and his soldiers who could still fight to join in.

Counterattack!

But we must not let those iron shield vehicles rush to the position within thirty steps of Xinzi Fort from the west wall... Otherwise, those deadly flying thunders will blow up all the remaining soldiers under Zhao Liangdong!

In the previous battle, Zhao Liangdong suffered this loss! He himself was scratched by flying thunder shrapnel, blood flowed all over the floor, and he almost died!

But it's not much better now. Neither the armor nor the shirt can be worn anymore. The upper body is naked, only the bandage stained red with blood is left to cover the body... Although no shrapnel has penetrated into his body,

The wound was so deep that the medical officer had to burn it with gunpowder and then sew it up.

But now there is still blood oozing out!

But even so, Zhao Liangdong refused to recuperate in the future. Instead, he had a thin-skinned coffin nailed to him with a shield. Now he is sitting on the board of his own coffin to supervise the battle.

Although Zhao Liangdong, who had lost too much blood and still had a slight fever, no longer had the energy to fight, he still shouted in a hoarse voice: "The Qing Dynasty has risen and fallen. In this battle, the soldiers of the Eight Banners will retire with the country and fight to the death."

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With this love for the Qing Dynasty and the determination to risk his life to protect the Qing Dynasty, even the old Manchurian in the army would provoke Brother Thumb to praise: "What a slave!"

The dying words shouted by this good slave are of course very reasonable!

What escape route can the Eight Banners disciples have at this time?

Now is not 1911, when we had to "be reasonable"...now is the 13th year of Kangxi, when we were completely unreasonable!

If the Qing Dynasty were to fall, they, the children of the Eight Banners, would have no way out!

And everyone can now see the hope of victory... The flag of "The Ming Dynasty Supervisor" is standing on Fragrant Mountain.

The third grandson of the Ming Dynasty Supervisor was really adventurous. His army penetrated deep without even realizing it. He only had to wait for reinforcements from the Qing Dynasty to come up and kill this scourge!

But... Zhao Liangdong suddenly thought at this time: "Wang Fuchen, Wang Fuchen... you can't go astray this time!"

As soon as he thought of this, he remembered the continuous roar from the front line... This was the infantry of both sides firing at each other and throwing grenades at each other!

Zhao Liangdong took his mind away from Wang Fuchen and shouted loudly: "The Qing Dynasty will rise and fall, let's fight here..."

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"its not right!"

Zhuge Sanhe, who was supervising the battle at the Gengzi Fort of the Ming Army, saw that the tiger general Ling Zongjun had been beaten back again, and felt that something was wrong. He quickly counted on his fingers... Oh, count on his fingers!

"Abba, what's wrong? Tiger Ling fought very well!" Zhuge Zhengyang said with a smile, "Qingyao's casualties are much greater than those in the third town. From morning to now, there have been at least two thousand casualties.

If reinforcements hadn't been coming from Jiangbei, Xinzi Fort would have been captured long ago. But can Jiangbei continue to fill Xinzi Fort with lives like this? If the battle continues like this, will Zhuo Butai still be able to defend Anqing?"

"So I'm wrong..." Zhuge Sanhe glared at his son, "What is Zhuo Butai trying to do?"

When Zhuge Zhengyang heard this, his expression changed a little, "Abba, do you mean that the third great grandson is in danger? Why don't you send someone to notify the third great grandson quickly and ask him to withdraw from Xiangkou Town."

"Retreat?" Zhuge Sanhe shook his head, "It's more dangerous! Now that the third grandson has captured Xiangkou Town, no matter what happens, he can shrink in and defend! Zhao Liangdong has been operating in Xiangkou Town for some days, and there is always a chance that the third grandson will retreat if he retreats.

It would be really dangerous if we were ambushed along the way if we were to evacuate rashly now.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! And the third grandson may not be willing to withdraw... Qing Yao is plotting his life, and he is also plotting Qing Yao's foundation!"

Zhuge Zhengyang understood it as soon as he heard it, "Abba, that boy led the troops to go around from the south of Taibo Ze."

"Let Zhao Hongkui join you!" Zhuge Sanhe said, "You set off first, and then let Zhao Hongkui's first town follow you. This way, if there is an ambush, there will be a response."

"Okay, let's go right away, kid!"

Zhuge Sanhe nodded: "Remember, be careful...all units must maintain their battalions and columns during the march and be ready to engage in battle at any time!"

"My child understands!"

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On the official road from Jiande to Xiangkou Town, a large group of cavalry was galloping. The knights on the horses were all soaked in sweat and their faces were dusty. Wang Fuchen, the horse kite, was in the middle of the group. His face was as dark as water, and he had no expression at all. He just bit his teeth.

He hurried on with his teeth gritted and kept whipping the walking horse under his crotch.

After Wang Fuchen made up his mind to fight to the death with Zhu Heji early this morning, he decided to go all out for a big fight. So he handed over all the infantry of the Zhengbai Banner New Army to Fei Yanggu and led the cavalry on a rapid march!

The total distance from Jiande to Xiangkou Town is fifty or sixty miles. If the infantry were to march with artillery, it would take more than half a day if we walked faster. When we got to the place, we would have to make arrangements, and we might have to fight at night.

Wang Fuchen is not sure that Zhao Liangdong can carry it until then!

So he led the three thousand elite cavalry of the Zhengbai Banner New Army ahead, and before he saw it, they had arrived at the crossroads south of Xiangkou Town.

At the intersection, Wang Fuchen's cavalry reined in their horses one after another, and Wang Fuchen himself also reined in his horse.

At this time, Ye Bushou, the vanguard of a team, led a horse carrying a "man in yellow" and came over looking for Wang Fuchen's flag.

One of the first subordinates, an old subordinate of Wang Fuchen, loudly reported from a distance: "Master Zhongtang, we found an injured slave wrapped in a yellow flag who crawled out from Xiangkou Town. He said he had an important military intelligence report!"

"What important military information?" Wang Fuchen asked as he jumped off the horse.
Chapter completed!