"Your Majesty, Shi Ertai died in battle, and the mountains to the east were lost."
"Kake Duli died in battle, and the Xia army rushed forward."
"Zhu Keshu died in battle, please ask for reinforcements."
"Park Tae-ji died in battle, and the Koreans are fleeing."
"Division commander, the commander of the 28th Battalion died, leaving only three people in the commando team."
"More than half of the 29th Battalion suffered casualties, and Highland 204 is almost undefendable."
"All the 109th Company were killed, and no one retreated. The 110th Company went up with reinforcements, and Hill 375 is still in our hands."
"The 140th Company is somewhat untenable in Yuyanli. Chief of Staff Huang personally led the guard company up to provide reinforcements."
As the military intelligence reports came in one after another, Dorgon and Bai Xiaoqi were both frightened, and the intensity of the battle completely exceeded their expectations.
The sacrifices on both sides are multiplying.
On all the surrounding mountain tops, the shouts of death continued for three full days from morning to night, and there was still no sign of stopping.
The Xia army attacked, and the Qing army fought back. The Xia army attacked again, and the Qing army fought back.
persist in!
Keep at it!
This is the only belief of both parties.
Finally, the news from the front line came back again, causing Bai Xiaoqi's heartbeat to skip a beat.
"Report, the leader of the Liangshan Militia Regiment Wu Chonghua died. Commander Yao asked me to bring a message to the commander-in-chief. He said that even if they fight to the last man, they will not retreat a step."
Liu Yiyuan closed his eyes and clasped his hands together tightly. He tried to calm his breathing, knowing that he must not be confused at this time.
"Report, Commander Sui Zhizhong was seriously injured, and the 13th Regiment is being commanded by Political Commissar Xie Qian to attack Sandaoling. Political Commissar Xie said that the 13th Regiment can definitely complete the mission."
There was an uproar in the headquarters, and everyone was panicking.
Since the beginning of the war, this is the first time that a regiment-level general has had an accident, which shows how brutal this battle was.
"Military doctor! Where is the military doctor? Tell them to rescue Commander Sui no matter what."
Bai Xiaoqi's eyes turned red when he heard that his beloved general was seriously injured.
He grabbed the helmet, turned around and said to Liu Yiyuan: "Commander-in-Chief, I want to move forward, and I will leave this place to you. Before tomorrow morning, I must eat Yu Yanli."
Liu Yiyuan walked over and personally helped him put on the helmet.
"Tell the soldiers that this battle must be fought to the death. If we capture Yu Yanli, victory will belong to us."
Bai Xiaoqi nodded heavily, turned and left the command center.
With the division commander personally visiting the front line, the Fourth Division's attack became more intense.
Everyone knew that Sui Zhizhong was seriously injured. The entire division shared the same hatred of the enemy and completely forgot about fatigue. Those who were slightly injured did not get out of the firing line at all and continued to rush and fight with the troops.
Dorgon felt a mountain of pressure.
"What's going on with Prince Su? Is there no progress yet?"
No one could answer, the quiet atmosphere said everything.
Tosong-ri in the northeast of Jingshan is the only way to Jingshan. The Second Yizhou Militia Regiment and the Second Liangshan Militia Regiment are blocking here.
Under their feet, countless Qing troops were approaching like overwhelming locusts.
The soldiers' muskets on the top of the mountain didn't stop for a moment, and they didn't know how many bullets were fired. In short, the barrels of the guns were red. But the soldiers didn't care at all, they just wanted to kill more enemies.
Revenge the leader!
This is the unified slogan of the Second Regiment of Liangshan Militia.
Wu Chonghua's sacrifice made the entire Second Regiment of Liangshan Militia red-blooded.
Seeing the Qing army approaching, these militiamen, who were not yet sophisticated in combat skills, threw out grenades without fear and charged at them with their bayonets drawn.
Hand-to-hand combat with cold weapons is the most cruel.
On the narrow mountaintop, people were pushing and squeezing each other, leaving no room to move.
When he saw the opponent's knife coming, he could only block it with his arms. His arm was cut off, and without blinking, he turned around and stabbed the opponent's chest with the bayonet.
If the bayonet is knocked off, then rush forward, hug the opponent's neck and bite him with all his strength.
"We need reinforcements in the front! We need reinforcements in the front! Follow me."
Huo Shimin, covered in smoke and blood, ran to the rear to find reinforcements.
But even though he shouted at the top of his lungs, only a few or two injured Xia soldiers struggled to stand up and responded to his call.
The remaining North Korean soldiers were all like quails, with eyes full of fear.
Seeing this scene, one can imagine Huo Shimin's grief and anger.
He pointed at these frightened Koreans and roared: "What are you doing here for? Is it not to prevent you from becoming slaves? I am working hard, what are you afraid of? Why don't you
Dare you risk your life for your wife and children? You cowards!"
The Koreans looked at the beacon smoke on the mountain in despair, and their bodies became more and more stooped.
Unable to wake up these cowards, Huo Shimin had no choice but to lead the few wounded soldiers and turn around and run up the mountain.
Thousands of people are obviously here, but these Koreans dare not take a step forward.
The army cooks came over, carrying heavy burdens, and came to them.
After opening, the rich rice aroma spread quickly.
The cook began to prepare food for them.
"Eat them all. Only when you are full will you have the strength to escape. This is the last meal. If you are hungry in the future, you will have to find a way."
The Koreans who were frantically planning rice were shocked when they heard this.
Then they saw the cooks taking off their white coats one after another, picking up kitchen knives and poles, and ran resolutely towards the mountain.
A North Korean soldier had rice stuck in his throat and heart, making it difficult to swallow.
He spat out the rice and suddenly picked up the weapon.
"I have been a bitch all my life, and finally I have rice. I don't want to be a bitch anymore!"
After saying that, he spread his legs and ran after the firemen.
Behind him, thousands of North Koreans lost their jobs, spreading towards the top of the mountain like a tide.
"Xi Ba, kill you beasts and avenge my wife!"
"You bastard, whose territory do you dare to show off to?"
The usually cowardly Koreans finally broke out, and the Eight Banners soldiers in front of them were no longer so scary.
Even if one person faced ten of them, he still dared to run into them with his weapon.
Huo Shimin, who was fighting hard, looked at his comrades who suddenly appeared and suddenly showed a wanton smile.
The Xia army will win this battle!
The battle in Yu Yanli has reached fever pitch.
The high ground at the bend of the road is a key point that neither side can give up.
Both sides are constantly adding troops to the top.
After one group died, another group went up, and even the top of the mountain increased by more than five meters.
It was formed by stacking up the people who died in the battle on both sides.
If nothing else happens, this battle will continue.
But since it is a novel, surprises are bound to come.
"Your Majesty, there is an urgent report from Yang Ping. The fifth division of the Xia Army has bypassed Yang Ping and is already four kilometers away."
Dorgon, who was originally worried about the war in Yu Yanli, heard the news, and his vision immediately went dark, and he fainted.