Wu Sangui pressed the entire line, and Tang Qiang did not hide his own personal information. Arrows, wooden rolling stones, new muskets, grenades, explosions, large iron balls, tiger squatting cannons, etc. were placed on Wu Sangui's soldiers. For a moment, the explosions continued and screams continued. Fresh lives were harvested in the missiles, and the shells were blown away by the explosion. The soldiers, including Wu Sangui, had their eyes red, and there was only a distance of thirty feet left. They refused to give up after death, and they roared and rushed upwards.

A group of people fell down and immediately filled in another group, and used flesh and blood to exchange for the road ahead. When the cavalry rushed up, the distance between the two armies was only about twenty feet. The zhang was the ancient unit of measurement, one zhang was about 3333 meters in later generations, and twenty feet was about 67 meters. If you were to use the horse riding at a high speed, it would take about seven seconds, and the winner was between the front line.

Because the distance was too close, bows, arrows, seven-eyed guns and bird guns also began to cause damage to the Sichuan army, and no one could be injured and killed in battle. However, everyone knew that this was the most critical moment. One fell down and the other immediately rushed up, and did not get off the line of fire. Seeing that the situation was urgent, even the personnel responsible for the logistics were transferred to the front line. Although they were not as elite as those formal soldiers, they could still assist in the fire firing, throwing grenades and pushing wooden rolling stones. They were auxiliary personnel. Lu Haoshan also asked them to receive training in their spare time, which was a bit like the reserve team.

As soon as the cavalry joined, the war between horses and long winds of literature and the white heat was heated up on w▽♀x, arrows and missiles poured out on the opponent's positions like heavy rain, explosions came one after another, shouts of killing, trumpets, and screams were endless. In front of the strong enemy, the terrifying firepower of the Sichuan Army was liberated. Muskets, cannons, grenades, and large iron balls that could explode were poured out, as if they were not allowed to pay, and the soldiers of Wu Sangui's troops continued to fall. But they relied on the advantage of numbers and continued to rush forward at the cost of their lives.

Slowly, Wu Sangui and his generals discovered that although it was only twenty feet short, the short twenty feet became an insurmountable gap. Every step forward would cost a huge price. Not to mention the dense muskets that made people numb. Every explosion of the cannon and the big iron ball would cause great casualties. The soldiers even were blown away with their men and horses, but they finally advanced a little. When a round of grenades attacked, no matter how strong the momentum was, there was another very unfavorable factor, that was, the cliff slope was a slope, and the terrain was quite high and could not be sprinted by the horses.

The battle continued, but after only half an hour, Prime Minister Xia finally couldn't help it.

The soldiers kept rushing to kill, perhaps saying that they had tried their best. Seeing the soldiers falling down and comrades killed on the battlefield, Xia Guoping's face became paler. He saw with his own eyes that in order to raise a blocking bullets and heavy shields on arrows, three soldiers were replaced one after another in less than half a quarter of an hour. They all wanted to use heavy shields to block the firepower of the Sichuan Army, but they fell one by one. Some were hit by muskets, some were blown away by grenades, and some were knocked down by rolling stones. However, when the fourth soldier was unfortunately caught a solid lead bullet, and the people and shields were blown to pieces. It was a terrible sight.

The reason why the Prime Minister of Xia could not stay calm was not morale regression, but casualties.

The main body of the war is humans, and only those who can form combat effectiveness can be formed, so casualties become the key to victory or defeat. According to experience, when two armies fight, morale will be depressed when they reach 20% of the casualties, and one-third of the casualties will be shaken. If the casualties reach or exceed one-half of the casualties, the troops may collapse at any time. At that time, they will be truly defeated thousands of miles. In less than half of the hour, nearly half of the casualties have already exceeded half of the casualties, and they will almost be close to two-thirds. Their spirit has been lost, and their confidence has also shaken. The emotions of the soldiers are almost at the critical point of collapse.

Not only was the soldiers' confidence shaken, but the inner sway of Xia Guoxiang. Although it was only twenty feet away, the distance was the difference between heaven and hell, no matter how much effort and sacrifice was put into place, I couldn't see any hope. As a wise general with both civil and military affairs, Xia Guoxiang has always maintained a rare calmness, unlike others who gritted their teeth and rushed forward with red eyes and fought desperately.

"General, let's retreat." Xia Prime Minister came to the roaring Wu Sangui and said loudly.

"What? Say it again." Because the cannon sounded too loud, Wu Sangui couldn't hear it clearly for a while.

Xia Guoqiao said loudly: "General, the situation is not good, let's retreat."

"What? Retreat?" Wu Sangui's eyes suddenly turned red and he roared like thunder: "How much price did we pay for so many brothers to fall here? We finally got here. If we withdraw, wouldn't we give up our previous efforts?"

These are the most elite and loyal subordinates under his command. Most of them are veterans brought by Liaodong. These veterans are experienced and have a strong style. Each of them is a treasure. Even if they die, Wu Sangui is so heartbroken that he can't say it. Now there are so many casualties all at once. These are the capital for his promotion and promotion. Wu Sangui wants to vomit blood.

He had been in Liaodong before and had defected to Sichuan. After he defected to Sichuan, the two had never had contact. When he heard that the Sichuan army was powerful, Wu Sangui was a little dissatisfied at first. He tried to attack the front and attacked him, and Tang Qiang intended to hide several important weapons. Wu Sangui did not show much concern. However, once the Sichuan army opened its firepower, the powerful firepower that destroyed the world could not pose a threat to Wu Sangui's brains.

In fact, Wu Sangui had long felt that this battle could not be defeated, but he was so close that he was so war-torn, and he was reluctant to give up the results of hard work, so Wu Sangui fought like a gambler who lost his eyes.

Many people are like this, not losing the last bargaining chip, constantly losing the last bit of thought, and never giving up.

Xia Guoqiao said bitterly: "General, we all underestimate the Sichuan Army. Now more than half of the brothers have suffered casualties, but the firepower of the Sichuan Army shows no sign of weakening. If you don't stop, you will be afraid that the entire army will be wiped out."

"General, we still have tens of thousands of soldiers. Let's keep the green mountains there. Don't be afraid of no firewood, let's withdraw." Ma Bao said with red eyes.

"General, brothers can't stand it anymore. I just now have more than ten people who intend to escape. If you continue to fight, I'm afraid."

"General, withdraw."

The generals persuaded him one after another, and even his son-in-law Hu Guozhu gritted his teeth and said, "General, keep the green mountains here, and you are not afraid of burning firewood."

When Wu Sangui was serving the king, the army and the logistics of the people were strong, with a total of 100,000 people. Although the number of people in Shanhaiguan and Li Zicheng was reduced to about 30,000, they were suppressed and incorporated. The number of people in the army was always more than 50,000. This time, 15,000 were elites, and there were still tens of thousands in the rear. As long as people could escape back, there was still hope of making a comeback.

Hearing his subordinates' words, Wu Sangui looked up at the battlefield, and saw that the cannons were constantly being activated. The grenades were densely thrown towards his army like hail. The large iron balls of hundreds of kilograms were smashed to crowded places. The soldiers under his command fell one after another. They were unwilling to give up because they were in the position of being beaten and wanted to rush up to find a fair opportunity to fight. However, the Sichuan Army had not given this opportunity, and in the end they could only fall on the charge with hatred.

Twenty feet, only twenty feet. Looking at the piles of corpses, Wu Sangui's eyes turned red.

This battle cannot be fought. If it continues, it will be wiped out. Wu Sangui is full of unwillingness and anger. The elite soldiers under his command are the famous Liaodong elites. They also joined the "seed" of Guanning Iron Cavalry. They fought from Shanhaiguan to the Central Plains. They can be said to be invincible in the world. Unexpectedly, they landed on a small cliff slope and lost to a small, humble guard back then. It is really ridiculous to be heard.

However, I can't take care of so many things at this moment. Every time I stay, I will have one more casualties. Every casualty will increase the danger of collapse. Wu Sangui clenched his fists, his eyes were filled with fire, and he yelled with gritted teeth: "Retreat!" (To be continued...)

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