Chapter Fifty-Fifth Bloody Battle of Great Harmony Eight
"Report! Lord Dagubian is leading his troops across the river without encountering any obstacles."
"Report! Master Mengchai is at war with the Ming army."
The Qing military sentry rode a flying horse to return the news of the two Gushan Ezhen. Hedu couldn't help but laugh and said: "The Nikans have a saying that they care about the head but not the hips. So that's what it means, haha."
The Goshikhas echoed on the side, but the thin Wu Weihua didn't hear what was funny about it, and mingled awkwardly among the Manchus, as if he stood out from the crowd.
"Wu, isn't it funny?"
"It's funny, it's so funny." When Hedu asked, Wu Weihua quickly put on a smile.
"Go and pass the order to Dagubian. He will ignore Datong and head south to stare at Taiyuan first." Jokes aside, military orders must not be forgotten. Although Hedu was cynical, he was meticulous in fighting.
For him, the only one who can be called a threat is Taiyuan, because currently only his own Qing army has entered the Shanxi border. If reinforcements come from Taiyuan, it is likely to delay his good deeds.
The Ming army had a hostile relationship with Li Zicheng, and there was almost no possibility of rushing to Datong's aid. In addition, the Nikan army had always been weak and incompetent, so Taiyuan was not a concern. The reason why Hedu deployed carefully was to isolate all possible external threats.
Use all your strength to capture Datong City.
The red-coated cannon fired without sparing any effort, knocking down the archery tower on the city. Hedu suddenly remembered Manba's words and couldn't help but hope that if Chongzhen himself was really hiding here...
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Mengchai marched upstream along the river until he was five miles away. When the other side of the river was pitch black and there was no fire, he immediately ordered a bridge to be built here.
Han bannermen who were familiar with water were selected to enter the water, carry ropes and swim to the other side. After confirming safety, the ropes were fixed, and then the prepared rafts were laid flat on the ropes, thus building two simple suspension bridges.
"You guys, cross the river." Mengchai pointed to the commander of the Eight Banners Han Army. The man responded and led his Han soldiers with torches onto the suspension bridge. The bridge made of rafts swung left and right with the river, and some
As soon as the soldier stepped on it, his center of gravity became unstable and he fell into the river.
With the Manchus watching eagerly from behind, the Han army commander had no choice but to move forward regardless of the people who fell into the water and called for help.
"A bunch of rubbish." Mengchai stared closely at the movement on the other side of the river and was accustomed to the performance of the Han banner army crossing the river. The Han army commander was the first to get on the other side. While looking around warily, he ordered the soldiers who had crossed the river to form a formation to defend.
Own.
"put."
"Pah. Pah. Pah. Pah." A series of explosions brought out sparks of light in the dark night, illuminating the faces of the Ming army ambushing in the distance. The Ming army's artillery used a three-stage attack method, one after another.
The cycle goes back and forth, and the firecrackers fire one after another.
The Qing army that had just crossed the river was beaten up, and dozens of soldiers guarding the front were shot and killed on the spot. The Han army commander grabbed one man by the shoulder, pulled him in front of him to block the gun, and shouted to his men to charge.
Wang Jinchao led his troops to ambush here, intending to attack the Qing army when they were crossing the river. Mengchai led his troops to watch the fire from the other side, waiting for the Ming army to ambush.
Both of them had scheming intentions, and they could only fight with hard power. The Han flag soldiers who had crossed the river pushed forward with torches, Mengchai shouted a few times, and several groups of Mongolian archers filed out of the crowd and stood by the river towards them.
Ejected from the other side, the target was the torch of the Han Banner Army.
The Han banner soldiers had firecrackers in front and arrows behind them, causing heavy casualties in an instant. They were all dead anyway, so they had to charge desperately in the direction of the Ming army.
Wang Jinchao hurriedly led his gun soldiers to retreat. Following Qiu Xu and General Li Biao, they roared angrily. The sword players who were hiding on both sides got up and formed a formation, holding long cards in front to engage the incoming Qing army.
"Tiger!"
As soon as the two sides collided with each other, the long card players in the front line of the Ming army pressed half of their bodies against the wooden cards in their hands and pushed forward with all their strength. The swordsmen behind them saw the gap and stabbed outwards, raising their swords.
Falling down is the life of a thief.
The Ming army slowly surrounded the semicircle, suppressing the Eight Banners Han army that had gone ashore first, and retreating steadily.
The infantry of the Ming army were in a state of war. The Mongolian archers on the other side found the target and kept throwing towards the ranks of the Ming army. The silent arrows matched the dark night and began to harvest lives indiscriminately.
Qiu Xu was hit by an arrow in his left shoulder. Half of his body was slumped and unable to exert any strength. He threw the long knife in his hand forward and killed the Qing army in front of him.
"Biaozi, be careful of flying arrows."
Li Biao picked up a long card from the ground, blocked the gap vacated by the dead card player, and shouted to Qiu Xu: "Leave me alone, kill the thief." The temporarily withdrawn gun soldiers loaded up their medicine and rushed out, following behind.
The player with the sword can shoot freely from behind.
Seeing the gap created by the cannon fodder of the Han banner soldiers, Meng Cai ordered his subordinate Niu Lu to attack. The Manchu soldiers wearing thick cotton armor took the opportunity to cross the river. By the time the Han banner soldiers were squeezed back to the bridge by the Ming army, there were nearly a hundred Manchus.
Go ashore.
Li Biao felt numb all over as he held up the long card and flew backwards. A huge man with big muscles and a round waist appeared in the gap. He looked like an iron tower. He raised his leg and kicked a card player away.
"Uh-huh!" Ju Khan flipped back and forth with his mace iron bar, and defeated the Ming army in front of him with just his own strength. With the addition of the Eight Banners soldiers, the situation on the battlefield was instantly reversed, and the Ming army fought and retreated.
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Seeing that the front line was unstable, Wang Jinchao sent out the prepared sword and shield infantry to reinforce the formation, and he personally led the spearmen to press closer.
Qiu Xu stretched his hands across the sword to hold the handle of the ax that was coming towards him. The ax was struck with great force, and Qiu Xu's blade instantly burst into pieces. He felt that he could not hold on, and in desperation, he relaxed his waist and moved downwards, taking the opportunity to move towards him.
Roll sideways.
The ax-wielding Qing army laughed loudly and said, "Dancing?", and after saying that, he continued to walk towards Qiu Xu on the ground. Upon seeing this, the swordsman of the Ming Dynasty came to stop him, but was cut in half with a horizontal axe.
"I, Cusanto, am holding the white flag of Baturu." Cusanto raised his long ax high. This Han man survived one attack from him and was qualified to know his name.
Qiu Xu raised his sword and raised the ax blade. In an instant, the blade of the sword was shattered, killing his opponent.
"Spear array, stab."
This group of pikemen who pressed behind were all lightly armored and powerful soldiers, and they were the elite of Wang Jinchao's men. With the addition of the pikemen, the beleaguered short-soldiers' front was much more stable.
For a while, the two parties were in a stalemate at the bridge. The Manchus were indeed extremely brave. They wore thick armor and held blunt weapons. They dared to dig into a formation of thousands with only a few hundred people.
The Manchu and Han banner soldiers rushed to kill each other, and the Ming army fought to the death in layers. As time passed, the soldiers who died in the two sides were piled higher and higher at the bridge. Seeing this, Mengchai knew that there was no hope of crossing the river, so he ordered his men
Mingjin.
The Manchu soldiers immediately retreated to the bridge and casually killed all the Han banner soldiers who were blocking the way. The lives of ten Han soldiers were not worth the gold of one Jurchen.
Li Biao's eyes turned red. He had just called Qiu Xu several times, but there was no response. He must have been in danger. "Want to leave?" He was filled with anger and led his men to the bridge to continue the pursuit.
Wang Jinchao hurriedly shouted: "Come back quickly!", but it was too late, and arrows swarmed towards Li Biao.