After suffering the last loss, the Qing army became smarter.

Although they have obtained enough open spaces on the south bank with nearly 10,000 people ashore, they have only sent 3,000 people in front of them. The proportion of soldiers holding shields has also been increased to prevent the Ming army's archers from causing a large number of casualties. Other soldiers gathered on the north bank and prepared to cross the river to support at any time.

Abatai came from the north shore, under the banner of Luo Raoyubeile, and followed by six hundred elite boys.

Among Nurhaci's sons, Abatai's irritability was second only to Manguertai, and his courage was not inferior. As soon as he arrived at the south bank, he ordered his soldiers to beat drums and set up a formation along the river bank. He arranged his six hundred stairs in the front, let Li Rutai lead a large group of troops to follow closely and slowly push forward.

When the two armies face off, which side can open the situation first, the side can gain an overwhelming advantage. Arrange elite soldiers in front, and after opening the situation, follow up soldiers and move forward. This is the tactic used by most generals.

However, the Qing army was a little different, with few people in the banner and unwilling to bear too much losses. When they faced each other, they usually chose to place the Han people in front of the formation to consume the opponent's soldiers and bows and arrows. When the opponent was tired, they would attack with elite troops to defeat the enemy.

Zhou Xian smiled slightly and looked at Li Kai and said, "We really angered Abatai. He wanted to use the elite soldiers to attack and defeat our army as fast as possible. Their first wave of attacks will be extremely rapid, you must deal with them carefully."

Li Kai nodded and bowed, "Don't worry, the military gate. It's just a slightly stronger Tartar, brothers can hold it." After saying that, he smiled again, "Even if you can't hold it, there's still the mechanism behind you! At worst, let the brothers die with them."

Zhou Xian frowned and said, "What nonsense."

Li Kai smiled and said, "Military Sect, aren't you kidding? You can retreat to the backyard with peace of mind and let me deal with these Tartars."

Zhou Xian nodded, turned over the horse and galloped backwards.

Li Kai pulled out the long knife in his hand and shouted loudly: "The drum commander, cheer for the drum."

The war drums rumbled in an instant, and the soldiers shouted loudly. The shield soldiers in front exerted force and leaned against each other tightly, firmly inserted the shield into the sand. The spearmen who followed them raised their hands to put the spear on the shield, and the spear heads collectively turned outwards to form a half-moon-shaped gun shield array.

The Qing army was almost at an arrow in an instant. The soldiers from both sides drew their bows and drew arrows, suppressed the formation, and tried their best to stabilize the formation.

The artillery of both sides also began to bombard. The red-clothed cannons of the Qing army were extremely powerful, but they were too far apart and had a slightly inferior accuracy. The Ming army's tiger squat cannons had less power, but this distance could actually give full play to their own advantages. The artillery bombardment in the Qing army group, which could bring about a piece of flesh and blood every time.

Abatai raised his long sword and shouted loudly: "My sons, follow Benbeile to rush forward. Those who killed Zhou Xian's head will be rewarded with 5,000 taels of silver and upgraded to three levels in a row. They will enter Jinzhou City and will not seal the sword for three days."

The order flag waved, and the Qing army suddenly accelerated, shouting and killing, moving forward quickly.

The bows and arrows flew around like locusts, and from time to time, charging soldiers fell to the ground. In an instant, countless feet stepped on them, and silent screams were drowned in the fierce shouts of killing.

The two armies approached, and the Qing army wore armor and hit the gun and shield formation without hesitation, and the weapons in their hands also slashed out at the same time. The formation, which was originally as straight as a straight line, is now like an earthworm, curved. The place where the Qing army is hit, and the place where the Qing army is hit is not.

The Ming army paused for a moment and then began to fight back.

The spear stabbed from top to bottom, while the sword stabbed out from the gap between the shields. The two sides fought together, and there were shouts of killing everywhere.

The crowds were as dense as walls, arrows were shooting like raindrops, and the sound of swords, guns, swords and halberds rolled layer by layer. Some people kept falling to the ground, and there were a large number of casualties and injuries on both sides in a short time, but the Ming army withstood the first round of attacks of the Qing army.

This battle lasted from morning until almost noon.

The first two thousand soldiers of the Ming army were more than half of them. Although they had a high advantage, the Qing army had rich combat experience and extremely clever cooperation, and the number of casualties on both sides was equal.

As the Qing army reinforcements came from the north bank, the Ming army gradually became in vain and began to retreat slowly. The Qing army was as powerful as a rainbow, pressing step by step, and batches of soldiers fell to the ground. Blood kept flowing, forming a red stream on the ground.

Li Kai held a long sword and kept shouting loudly, "The military gate is right behind, walk with the wounded soldiers, retreat slowly, and never let the Qing army break through."

Abatai looked angry. He thought the Ming army was weak and could be defeated in an instant, so he first invested in his direct flag soldiers. But he did not expect that at this point, most of the six hundred flag soldiers were killed or injured. These were all personal guards who had followed him for many years. Once they lost, it would not be so easy to replenish them.

At this moment, seeing the Ming army retreating, Abatai finally breathed a sigh of relief and shouted loudly: "The Ming army is about to be unable to withstand it. Brothers, work harder and kill them all."

The Qing army burst into a wild cry and chased forward with the Ming army.

Gao Jinsong was sweating all over his forehead and said to Zhou Xian: "Military Sect, his subordinates led their troops to cover Li Guerrilla retreat."

Seeing that the time had come, Zhou Xian nodded gently and reminded: "Pay attention to that line and never cross it."

Gao Jinsong breathed a sigh of relief, waved his right hand, and shouted loudly: "Left Five Team, come with me to support Li Guerrilla."

The five hundred-man soldiers shouted loudly and rushed out immediately after Gao Jinsong.

With the addition of a new force, the Ming army gradually stabilized its formation. However, it was still retreating, but the formation was no longer so scattered and moved slowly backwards little by little.

The Qing army chased the Ming army tightly, and the brave men bravely stepped forward. When they walked to the same place, they felt their feet suddenly softened, as if the sand here was softer. But after just a little stop, they rushed over at a faster speed. On the fierce battlefield, they had no time to think about it.

A comfortable smile flashed on Zhou Xian's face and said to Xia Shuyan: "You can raise the flag."

As a red pennant rose on the wall, the 100 soldiers who had been waiting for a long time waved their whips to urge nearly three hundred mules and horses. The mules and horses were in pain and neighed and ran southward. The ropes buried in the shallow soil behind them were instantly tightened, and the wooden rafts connected to them flew out with an unstoppable momentum.
Chapter completed!