The success of the flanking roundabout shook the morale of the Jianlu troops who fought head-on. Under the fierce attack of the Korean army, they finally retreated in embarrassment.
Amin urgently sent two thousand reinforcements and tried his best to block the counterattack. The North Korean army's attack was temporarily contained.
Liu Xingzhi and Wang Zhan made adjustments again, replacing the North Korean army that had been exhausted for a long time, and sent in 3,000 fresh troops. Artillery and rockets bombed again, and the fierce attack began again.
After reorganizing the troops on the flanks, they took action again and continued to attack the enemy's flanks and rear from the mountains and forests to shake their frontal defenses.
Artillery roared, explosions occurred one after another, and the hastily built positions of the prisoners were shrouded in fireworks.
The loud rumbling sound reached Amin's ears, but he did not look back, and still stared blankly ahead.
The attack continued, and the Jianlu who were forced to a dead end charged wave after wave without stopping, hoping to use their lives and blood to open the passage, rendezvous with friendly forces, and return home.
But the distance of more than ten miles is so far away that it will never be reached.
Under the enemy's overwhelming artillery fire, countless Jianlu were killed and wounded before they could even reach the front of the formation. The enemy's musketeers were also extremely tenacious, shooting from long range and stabbing at close range, fighting bloody battles with Jianlu, and fighting over and over again.
On the battlefield, there were corpses scattered everywhere, broken swords, guns and armor. The large area of snow was dyed red with blood and became a bit muddy.
After repeated battles for the first line of defense, the special operations battalion withdrew to the second line of defense. After killing and injuring a large number of captives, it retreated to the third line of defense, and was defended by a battalion from the rear who had arrived for reinforcements.
Until now, the Jianlu, who had suffered heavy casualties and had to divide their forces to resist the pursuers, were already showing signs of decline and showed signs of exhaustion. However, the strength of the special operations battalion and the flying cavalry battalion still existed, and the success of the interception was certain.
"The third line of defense can be abandoned and let the Flying Cavalry Battalion deal with the remaining prisoners." Liu Qishi put down the telescope and said a little cheekily: "It's not about taking credit, I just want to make it easy for the brothers in the special operations battalion.
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Although Liu Xingzuo felt that the Flying Cavalry Battalion might not have a chance to show up in this battle, but the battle has been going on so far, and the infantry alone is enough to resist, so how can they have the nerve to come out and compete for credit.
After glancing at Liu Qishi, Liu Xingzuo scratched his head and blushed a little.
Feng Xijian didn't take it seriously. The key point was that he also felt sorry for his special operations battalion, so he sent reinforcements from the rear association to support them.
"I'm afraid Jianlu is at the end of its tether and can no longer fulfill Brother Liu's wishes." Feng Xijian pointed, "Under the fierce attack from friendly forces, it seems that Jianlu only has more than 2,000 people left to continue the attack."
If there were no pursuers behind them, Jianlu could indeed invest thousands of more troops in the frontal assault. Unfortunately, the pursuers' offensive was too fierce, containing nearly half of Jianlu's troops, and greatly reducing the pressure to block the attack.
Liu Qishi shrugged his shoulders and felt regretful. He had observed clearly through the telescope just now and knew that Feng Xijian was right.
"Shuai Guo doesn't want the Flying Cavalry Battalion to suffer too much loss. In the decisive battle, the Flying Cavalry will be the absolute main force." Feng Xijian turned around and comforted Liu Qishi, "Jianlu is already a turtle in the urn, let the infantry deal with them!"
Liu Qishi smiled and said: "Guo Shuai is still holding Jianlu back, but the battle here has been decided. I will lead the Feibao Battalion to set off overnight and bypass Fengcheng to meet up with Guo Shuai's troops."
Liu Xingzuo nodded and said: "After this battle, the army will advance to Fengcheng and cooperate with Guo Shuai's troops to force the Jianlu to retreat without a fight. I believe it won't take long to meet up in Fengcheng. For the sake of safety,
For your own sake, I asked Feibiao Camp to transfer in with you."
Feng Xijian smiled and nodded, and said: "With Guo Shuai's army to restrain them, Jianlu will not defend Fengcheng. When our army completely wipes out the enemy in front of us, the Fengcheng defenders may start to abandon the city and retreat."
The entire battle situation has completely tilted towards the Dongjiang Army. As long as the eastward advancing Jianlu Corps is eliminated, Fengcheng will become a target for attack. Unless Jianlu increases its troops and repels the army led by Guo Dajing, all worries will be relieved.
But from now on, it seems that Jianlu can no longer mobilize troops from Liaoshen to fight. Shrinking the defense line has become Jianlu's only option.
The confrontation that formed last winter will change again as a result of this war.
Although looking at the map, the territory occupied by the Dongjiang Army and Jianlu has not changed much.
However, the contrast in strength between the two sides made the new confrontation extremely unstable. The Dongjiang Army had obvious advantages and fully grasped the strategic initiative.
The Zunhua War was the biggest turning point. The Battle of Jianzhou and the encirclement and annihilation of the Jianlu from the east completely put the Jianlu into a state of defeat. Unless a major accident occurred, the Jianlu had no way to recover.
After several battles, the Dongjiang Army not only consumed Jianlu's effective strength, but also gained experience in infantry fighting cavalry in field battles, which increased the army's confidence in winning field battles with Jianlu.
On the other hand, Jianlu's two greatest strengths and expertise in field combat and melee combat suffered a heavy psychological blow.
Changes in psychological state will also directly affect the strength of the army. Azig's performance is obvious evidence of this.
The military is timid!
If we use the most concise words to describe it, the four words above are enough.
The battle is still going on, but as Liu Xingzuo, Feng Xijian and others judged, the momentum of Jianlu's attack has obviously weakened. The main problem is that the troops are insufficient.
The pursuers' fierce attacks were almost continuous in the rounds of fierce bombings. The soldiers were losing their troops very quickly, and they kept asking Amin for reinforcements.
However, Amin had less than 3,000 troops, and half of them were still attacking from the front. The shadow of defeat had already shrouded, and Amin felt the suffocation caused by the tightening noose.
He sent another five to six hundred men and horses to reinforce, hoping to curb or delay the enemy's fierce attack.
Amin already knew the news of Jilharang's death in battle, but he didn't feel much grief and sadness.
Perhaps he has not forgiven his brother because of accumulated grudges; or perhaps he deeply feels that he will follow in his footsteps and has become very confused about life and death.
The offensive at the front failed again, and the enemy had a clear advantage in strength. In terms of firepower, it was even more despairing.
Amin didn't care anymore, and sent out two more Niulu men with an expressionless face, leaving only about 500 people around.
It is difficult to break through the enemy's numerous obstructions with the strength of our own army alone, not to mention that the enemy still has cavalry that is not engaged in the battle.
No matter how you die, you will die. It makes no difference whether you die in an active attack or in the final encirclement and annihilation of the enemy.
At this point, Amin calmed down, and the riding whip beat his riding boots rhythmically. The roaring gunfire on the battlefield was like sweet music.
Reinforcements? Reinforcements!
A self-deprecating smile appeared on Amin's face, and all his hopes were for reinforcements. Whether it was a frontal attack or a blockade from behind, it was just to hold on longer and wait for the reinforcements to arrive.
Obviously, this is no longer possible. Farther away, there used to be faint sounds of gunfire. But now, they have not been heard for a long time.
The reinforcements may have been dispatched, but they were blocked by the enemy or even defeated. If they broke through the enemy's containment or blockage, they were heading this way. It took a long time to crawl.
Ding Maonian was tricked by Huang Taiji, and Xianglan Banner suffered heavy losses. As a result, he, the flag owner, did not have the confidence to continue challenging Huang Taiji.
This year, I made the same mistake again and fell into the trap of this little brat Dorgon.
In order to get rid of himself, even these tens of thousands of Jianzhou warriors were willing to sacrifice themselves, they were cruel and vicious enough.
Amin wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. When he went on an expedition, he never expected that he would end up in the desert.
Well, the head will be chopped off by the Dongjiang Army to receive the reward, and the body will be eaten by wild beasts, and you will die without a complete corpse!
The property in the house and his women will be divided up by Dorgon and his gang of wolves. These bastards are laughing happily now, but how long can they live longer?
Amin was thinking wildly, and his face was changing. Sometimes he was gnashing his teeth, and sometimes he was laughing silly and cheerfully, as if he was possessed by an evil spirit.
Regardless of Amin's psychological changes, the battle was still fierce. The situation became more and more obvious, and the fate of Jianlu being wiped out could not be changed. Even if reinforcements arrived, it would be too late.
The Jianlu who advanced to attack not only suffered heavy casualties, but were also defeated and forced back by the sudden deployment of troops by the special operations battalion and a fierce counterattack.
At this time, Feng Xijian, who had already observed that the Jianlu troops were seriously lacking, invested most of his troops and used fierce firepower to retake two lines of defense.
The artillery and rockets advanced and were able to hit the remnants of Amin's troops. The Jianlu were unable to retreat, and the blockade behind them was gradually collapsing under the fierce attack of the pursuers.
The flag-flower rockets exploded in mid-air, like gorgeous fireworks. The responding flag-flower rockets also rose into the sky, and the troops attacking from the front and rear were communicating and communicating.
After a short adjustment, the special operations battalion began the attack. An overwhelming artillery fire poured down, covering a considerable area.
The fierce bombing heralded the beginning of the counterattack and also sounded the death knell of Jianlu.
Explosions continued to sound in the front, back, left, and right, so deafening that even when speaking in person, one had to rely on the shape of the mouth to distinguish. The choking smell of nitrates and sulfur made people hold their breath and make them cough continuously.
The guards tried their best to protect Amin. This was their duty, even if it just delayed the death of their master for a while.
Amin's reactions were completely different from Jilharang's. He was numb and had no reaction to the impending death. Surrounded by guards, he ran left and right and hid, like a puppet.
This is a very strange thing. You must know that Jierharang usually has a low-key and peaceful temperament, but he became violent when he was dying; Amin was usually violent, but became quiet before his death.
After the all-out bombardment of more than two hundred artillery shells and rockets, the gunpowder smoke had just dissipated, and the passionate war drums rumbled, and rows of musketeers approached with sonorous steps, like a copper wall and an iron wall, approaching in darkness.
The bright spots came one after another, and bullets rained down, shooting at the figures flashing in the smoke.
From time to time, Jianlu climbed up from the ground, howling desperately and crazily, wielding swords and guns, and launched a futile counterattack against the pressing enemies.
Bursts of white smoke rose, and the musketeers fired mercilessly. The queues moved forward row by row, like surging waves.
The strength advantage was too obvious, not only on the front, but also on the flanks of the outflanking troops, forming a fan-shaped siege on the remaining Jianlu.
Since it was already a crushing battle, there was no need to pay more casualties and engage in hand-to-hand melee combat with Jianlu.
The guns roared, and the musketeers adopted the forward shooting method, using the rain of bullets as a curtain, moving forward step by step, like a wall of fire, constantly clearing the enemy.
Only sparse arrows missed, causing minor casualties to the Dongjiang Army. The Jianlu who rushed up with weapons were basically unable to get close.
The remaining captives are resisting, but their lives have entered a countdown.
The enemies on the front were constantly advancing, killing them with a continuous rain of bullets. The pursuers behind them also broke through Jianlu's defense line after a fierce attack, beating Jianlu back step by step.
The space for movement is constantly shrinking, and Jianlu, who knows that his death is near, is still struggling to his death, but his efforts are futile and despicable.
Jia La Er Zhen Sorno was covered in blood, howling like a wolf, and led dozens of his men to rush towards the enemy crazily.
The row of enemies all looked the same in his eyes. Behind the cold iron face, his eyes shone with hatred and contempt.
Yes, Sorno thought it was contempt, like looking at a disgusting mangy dog. And this was something he couldn't tolerate. Even if he died, he would let the enemy see the bravery and fearlessness of the Jianzhou warriors.
Sorno eagerly rushed into the enemy group, rushing left and right, swords flashing, killing the enemies until they screamed and scattered in panic.
But it was obvious that he could no longer fulfill his last wish. The enemy raised his musket without any martial arts and fired cheap lead bullets in the flickering light of the fire.
Blood splattered, screams continued, and more than a dozen soldiers beside them fell. Before it was over, another row of musketeers quickly passed over their companions, raised their guns again, aimed again, and fired again.
Two lead bullets hit Sorno's chest and abdomen one after another. Relying on the double-layer armor and stomach, the lead bullets did not penetrate, but the impact caused Sorno's footsteps to stop.
The severe pain caused the flesh on his face to twitch, and a salty taste surged into his throat. He swallowed it hard and endured it.
The soldier next to him fell again. This happened less than twenty meters away, and it was so fast that Sorno was heartbroken and angry.
Another row of musketeers appeared in front, and Sorno's eyes couldn't help but shrink, despair and powerlessness arose in his heart.
The gunshot roared and white smoke rose. Soleno fell down weakly, his face already covered in flesh and blood. He was still more than ten meters away, so close that he could only take his regrets to the underworld.
The guards protected Amin, who was like a walking zombie, rushing left and right, but were blocked at every turn and could not find a way out. There were fewer and fewer companions on the battlefield, and the guards were constantly being killed and injured.
Bursts of muskets roared, lead bullets fired in the air, causing blooming blood flowers, and several more guards were hit and fell.
Amin was led into a fight and almost came into close contact with the body lying on the ground.
Perhaps it was the bloody stimulation that made him sober for a short time.
When he was helped up, his eyes rolled, he pulled out the sword from his waist, broke free from the guard's hand, and rushed towards the direction that kept spitting out fire and white smoke.