The heavy snow continued. In less than a quarter of an hour, the soldiers standing straight were covered with snowflakes. When the strong wind blew, they could not even open their eyes.

There are few such heavy snow in the Central Plains. Perhaps it is because of the power of the Little Ice Age that makes such heavy snow. This storm and blizzard brought great trouble to An**, and the musket soldiers had to retreat into the battle formation, and the entire army could only fight with the Tatars in hand and hand.

Although heavy snow is also a trouble for the cavalry, Wu Sangui doesn't care about so much. If An** cannot be eliminated this time, sooner or later, he will die at Gu Zhenhua's hands. It is precisely because of this enlightenment that the traitor has already put on a desperate stance.

"Roar, go forward, go forward!"

The crazy cavalry rushed to An**'s right wing, and the soldiers were aimed at the rushing Tartars in the wind and snow, holding spears!

"Rise the gun!"

The whistleman roared desperately, and suddenly the spear was like a forest, and all the soldiers subconsciously raised their guns.

The Tartars' war horse stepped on the ground, and the strong vibration was transmitted to everyone, becoming more and more violent, becoming more and more real, one hundred steps, fifty steps, thirty steps...

The body trembled unconsciously, the soldiers' palms sweated, their muscles trembled unconsciously, and their legs and heads had the urge to turn backwards.

"Listen, no one is allowed to retreat. Standing together, we are just a group of wolves. If we retreat, we are dogs, and we will be slaughtered!"

Strict military discipline restricts everyone and allows everyone to fight against the fear in their hearts.

Bang!

The iron cavalry crashed into the spear formation, and some of the soldiers in the front row were directly knocked out. They fell heavily to the ground, spitting blood from their mouths and spilling on the snow. It was particularly dazzling.

The cavalry of the Tartars were also uncomfortable. Many of the cavalry rushing in front were pierced by spears and the horses fell to the ground. The knights also fell off their horses.

These fallen cavalrymen were killed by An** before they could get up.

With the help of the powerful impact of the war horses, the Tartars suddenly smashed into the square formation like a hammer. They waved their weapons desperately and slashed wildly.

Not only was the firearm of An**, but the bows and arrows that the Tartars were proud of were no longer available. Both sides could only fight hand-to-hand.

A Tartar slashed the soldier's neck with his knife. But he knew that the soldier had used all his strength to hold the blade tightly. In the flash of lightning, the other soldiers stabbed out their spears in grief and anger. The vest soldier fell to the ground.

The white-armored soldier running in front killed two soldiers in a row. When he waved his mace to the third soldier, the soldier did not dodge, but had red eyes and stabbed the opponent's war horse with the spear in his hand suddenly into the neck of the opponent's war horse.

Bang!

The head was shattered by a mace, and the soldier fell softly to the ground. A bloody arrow splashed out from the neck of the war horse, and his legs became weak. He fell to the ground, and the white-armored soldiers on it rolled down.

Suddenly, three or five soldiers rushed up together, waved the waist knife in their hands, and chopped him into meat paste.

Fight for life with your life!

The most helpless and effective method is to train a soldier for several months in exchange for a battle field for several years, and to fight for more than ten years of elite troops, no matter how you look at it, it is cost-effective.

Of course, Wu Sangui was also clear, but he no longer cared about everything. The big traitor had only one idea, that was, to defeat An**, and he would win no matter how much the price he paid.

"kill!"

Wu Sangui personally led his men and horses to rush in. He waved the Seven-Star Sword in his hand and killed him wantonly, and soldiers kept falling under his horse.

Chen Yi also noticed the big traitor, and he rushed up with his personal companion to block Wu Sangui.

"Dog traitor, your death is here!"

"Rat, I don't know who will die!"

Wu Sangui slashed at Chen Yi with a sword, and Chen Yi hurriedly waved the short axe in his hand to resist. Both of them were full of strength, and the weapons touched each other, like a blacksmith.

Chen Yi waved his axe and tried to fight for the fatalities of the traitor, and did not care about his own life and death at all.

Wu Sangui has such rich experience in the battlefield, and he is not worried about such a mighty general.

Chen Yi's left-handed axe chopped towards Wu Sangui's neck. After Wu Sangui flashed, he waved his hand toward Chen Yi's wrist. Chen Yi hurriedly took back the axe.

But I knew that this was a false move by Wu Sangui. It was almost time for me to say that Chen Yi stopped the move, and the sword of the big traitor slashed down.

Chen Yi was so scared that he hurriedly used the axe in his right hand to block it, but it was too late. In a hurry, how could his power be comparable to Wu Sangui?

The big traitor suddenly knocked his axe away, and his sword was still strong, and it just fell on Chen Yi's shoulder. Suddenly, one of his arms was chopped off by the big traitor. He was bleeding. Chen Yi screamed in pain and fell down the horse.

"Go to die!"

The big traitor slashed Chen Yi's head, and Chen Yi knew that he would die, but even death could not allow Wu Sangui to take advantage!

He concentrated all his strength on his left arm and threw out the axe.

puff!

Chen Yi was chopped in half by a sword.

ah!

Wu Sangui screamed in pain, and a hole more than three inches long was cut by an axe on his shoulder. He was immediately bleeding, and the traitor frowned.

"Your Majesty, are you okay?"

"It's okay!" Wu Sangui gritted his teeth and said, "Go to me and kill all these bright dogs!"

Chen Yi was killed in battle, and the people on the right wing were headless. They were immediately trapped in the dilemma of fighting on their own. The soldiers were killed and injured more and more. Gradually, the Tartars broke through the battle formation and rushed towards the central army.

The sound of killing shocked the sky, and the Tartars were like a heart-boosting agent, and their offensive was like a tide.

Wu Kaijie, who accompanied Gu Zhenhua in the central army, was simply restless. He said anxiously: "Mr., the weather is so bad. We should find a way to retreat to Biyang and fight again at the right time."

"Don't retreat!" Gu Zhenhua said firmly.

"Then, you should always go to the next army to avoid it. The Tartars' offensive is too fierce!"

"Don't go!" Gu Zhenhua's voice could hardly hear any feelings, like steel: "Tell me my order. Raise the Yanhuang battle flag, ignite three groups of fire in the central army, and the entire army will stand up and down. Defend the battle position to the death, shed the last drop of blood, and do not take a step back!"

The so-called Yanhuang battle flag is half red and half yellow, representing the two emperors of Yan and Huang, and also representing the land of my blood. In the middle of the banner, there are crossed sickles and long swords, symbolizing the establishment of a country by farming and war.

This banner was originally designed to worship the soldiers who went south and died. However, the generals thought that the banner had a good meaning, so they retained it and became An**’s most noble battle flag.

Once this banner is put forward, there are heroes of ancestors of all generations and thousands of miles of territory. The soldiers can only fight to the end, and pay their respects to Xuanyuan with all their passion!

As for those three flames, they are taken from the Book of Changes. People are born between heaven and earth, born and raised by heaven, standing up to the sky, and are worthy of the sky and thick soil below!

There is no doubt that Gu Zhenhua is ready to fight to the death!

If he didn't decide a winner and lose with Wu Sangui, he would never give up. At this time, Gu Zhenhua had already gotten off the Yuanrong car and got on the war horse himself. He held the heavy sword tightly in his hand, and was ready to go into battle himself.

On the battlefield, there were flames everywhere, and soldiers carrying the Yanhuang battle flag flew past everyone.

"Fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death!"

...

The shouts were rising and falling, and the wind and snow were pressed over.

The soldiers' tired bodies surging with their strength. From the first day they entered the military camp, everyone knew one truth: if the Tartars were allowed to occupy the Central Plains, they would not have the face to face their ancestors, nor to meet their descendants.

die!

Only death in battle!

Only then can you straighten your chest!

Facing the surging Tartars, a soldier suddenly crashed into the Tartars' team. The Qing soldiers' swords and axes were all rushing, and the soldier's body was filled with blood and blood foam on his mouth.

Just as he was dying, he actually smiled and was holding two grenades under his ribs. The last bit of Mars was also submerged into the iron ball.

"No!"

The Tartars screamed shrillly, wanting to pass the post frantically, but it was too late.

Boom! Boom!

The violent explosion, the shrapnel burst out, and more than ten people were dismissed. Some of them lost their heads, some of them burst into their chests. Some were lucky enough to die, but after they fell to the ground, except for the painful struggle, their faces were full of fear.

Madman! Complete madman!

They don’t care about their own lives. What are these people thinking?

A group of robbers who don’t know shame, a group of traitors who have forgotten their ancestors, will never know that there is something more important than life in this world!

It’s definitely worth it if one soldier is like this, and more and more soldiers are like this. It’s definitely worth it if one life is exchanged for a few Tartar cavalry.

Boom boom boom! The explosion sounds are endless. The Tartars, who are charging forward frantically, actually encountered a large group of desperate soldiers and rushed towards them.

This kind of fighting style that died together deeply shocked the soul of the Tartars. When these guys saw An**'s soldiers, they even had the urge to retreat. How could the battle continue?

Dong, Dong Dong Dong Dong Dong...

The war drums sounded, one big drum, two big drums, dozens of war drums rumbled.

The drums were earth-shaking, the metal and stones were shattered, the wind and clouds changed color, and they overcame heavy snow, better than the cold wind, and they kept spreading far away.

Just above the city of Biyang, Hong Niangzi and Lu Mingyue could hear it clearly.

The red lady clutched the trunk tightly with her hands, and snowflakes were covered with ice, as cold as ice, as if she was unaware of it.

"The drums have been heard for an hour?"

Lu Mingyue nodded majesticly: "Sister Hong, don't worry, the Tartars can't even win, let alone the Duke, victory must be ours, I firmly believe it!"

Amid the drums, the soldiers rushed towards the Tartars in neat steps. Xie Bin personally led a regiment of spearmen and swords and shields to rush forward towards the Tartars.

On the battlefield, there were all images of fighting to the death. The soldiers hugged the enemy tightly, and both sides died together, and were frozen into sculptures by the wind and snow.

"Brothers, rest in peace! We have avenged you!"

Xie Bin waved the sword in his hand and shouted: "Kill slave!"
Chapter completed!