The sun sets and the sky becomes dark.

Tens of thousands of troops from the Dashun Army attacked the Qing army. After breaking through the front line of Li Shutai's 3,000 Green Battalion yesterday afternoon, and then fighting from dusk until late at night, they failed to make any progress.

More than 10,000 Jurchen soldiers formed a defensive formation, relying on various fortifications such as earth walls, camp walls, horse barriers, and trenches.

The last distance of less than a mile in front of the Qing army's camp seemed to be an insurmountable gap, and the corpses of the Dashun army even filled up the ravine on the way forward.

The blood and yellow sand mixed together, so that the originally solid land underfoot became muddy.

Dodo knew the consequences of sitting still and waiting for death, so he sent the remaining 30,000 troops to surround three sides based on various offensives built in advance.

When Dashun's army attacked the Manchurian army formation in front of the Qing army's camp, they would be hit by continuous arrows from the green battalions on both wings.

The artillery on Niutou Plateau emitted terrifying screams every once in a while, and no one knew whether he would be the next one.

But if they want to attack the Green Camp on the two wings first, the two wings of the Dashun Army cannot stop the most elite Jurchen army of more than 10,000 people in the front.

Duduo, who was standing on the camp wall, held a telescope and saw that the green camp troops on both sides had advanced to a similar position, so he raised his right hand and shook it back.

Once their line of defense is broken up by the Jurchens, a massacre awaits the ordinary soldiers in the formation.

The terrain of Tongguan is easy to defend but difficult to attack, not only for the attackers, but also for the besiegers.

But now the Dashun Army's formation did not collapse, and they responded quickly. The sound of steps and drums changed back and forth, and the soldiers of each battalion, carrying swords and guns, nervously ran back and forth in the formation.

The armor of the Qing army glowed coldly in the moonlight, they raised their swords and guns and charged in the dark. The sound of overwhelming footsteps resounded across the wilderness.

"Li Zijing!!"

However, the subsequent cavalry quickly followed up and tightly entangled the Qing army who was about to pursue them.

"Uuuuuuuu——!"

Just a little bit different

The battlefield situation is changing rapidly.

Therefore, after Li Zijing was promoted to the commander-in-chief, the number of his subordinates was only counted as the number of regular soldiers. Ordinary soldiers only needed to know the approximate number, and it was not counted as combat effectiveness at all.

Not only was the terrain disadvantaged, but there was also a gap in command equipment between the two sides.

"ah!!!"

The combat effectiveness of the rogue army, which was composed entirely of regular soldiers, was completely different from the previous days. If it were an ordinary rogue, it would have collapsed and dispersed long ago after suffering such casualties.

"Bullshit cave city method!"

But Dashun's offensive front line, which was almost entirely composed of old soldiers, is still launching a fierce attack on his Manchurian formation!

If there were no green battalion cover on both wings, and if they were not well prepared in advance, they might have broken through even the Manchurian formation today.

These Qing troops all looked crazy. As the Shun troops retreated, they approached like crazy.

There are a large number of ordinary soldiers in the rear formation, and they need to provide time to retreat. Now the only ones who can resist the charge of the Jurchen Eight Banners are the old soldiers who have been fighting fiercely for a long time.

The number of troops stationed in Dashun and the main force in various places are only counted as old soldiers.

Historical facts have proved that even if the Dashun Army recruits tens of thousands more troops today, it will still end up defeated in the end.

The two wings that originally relied on the "V" formation of the camp began to squeeze toward the Dashun Army formation in the middle.

Whenever the Qing army was about to approach the flank, the Shun army's cavalry would roar forward, advancing resolutely even though they knew that there was a forest of guns in front of them.

There are no strict organizational requirements in the Dashun Army for those below the level of veteran soldiers, because these people are often just at the level of cannon fodder.

Today's Dashun no longer has the habit of coercing refugees to serve as cannon fodder. Ordinary soldiers who serve as cannon fodder must also be screened and provided with the most basic arrow jackets and waist knives.

Liu Zongmin roared wildly, venting all his anger against Li Zijing on the Qing army in front of him. At this moment, even the Jurchen armored soldiers could hardly be his enemy.

There was still an advantage when facing the Jurchen formation of 10,000 people alone. Now that the Qing army was advancing from three sides, the numerical advantage was gone.

Immediately, the trumpets sounded continuously in the Qing army camp.

Many of Dashun's ordinary soldiers have experienced many battles. Although they are not as good as the elite Jurchen Eight Banners, their quality is not much worse than that of the Green Camp Qing soldiers.

Although their fighting will is not as good as that of the Qing army, it is much stronger than that of the Ming army.

Even the front line composed of old soldiers was crumbling under the overwhelming offensive of the Qing army, and was about to collapse completely.

Every old soldier is fought out from the battlefield of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and only old soldiers can be regarded as the main force of the Dashun Army.

To the ears of ordinary people, the sound of this horn was no different from before, but to the ears of the generals of the three Qing formations, it was the horn of a full-scale counterattack.

Dashun's regular soldiers, like the Jurchen white-armored soldiers, have an extremely strict promotion mechanism.

"Well, if you die today, I won't let you go even if you are a ghost!!"

This is Duduo's last reserve team. He will use three directions of advance to completely crush the last straw on the shoulders of this tens of thousands of people!

Duduo put down his telescope, and the eyes exposed under his gun helmet wavered slightly.

All the Qing troops, whether green battalions or Jurchen soldiers, all rushed forward like a tide as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

Duduo stood on the wall of the camp, with a telescope in his hand that could see for miles. From Yuanwanggou to the front of the camp, there were sentries of the Qing army cruising back and forth. He was almost invincible and could give orders to change tactics at any time.

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When facing the Ming army, these ordinary soldiers still won more than they lost.

When the Qing army formations on three sides were about to approach the center of the Dashun Army, a rapid sound of trumpets came from the camp.

Unless they were originally recruited from the frontier army, normal channels would require promotion step by step from refugees, ordinary soldiers, and cavalry.

The screams were intertwined with the cries of the horses. The advancing Dashun army and cavalry were turned upside down and fell one after another under the gun array of the Green Camp.

There are some things that he won't say out loud, but he still has to admit them in his heart.

Liu Zongmin rode a war horse and galloped back and forth among the crowd. Every time he struck with a knife, he easily took away the life of a Qing soldier.

Liu Zongmin was different. As a commander, he led elite cavalry to come and go for reinforcements. He was often caught in battle formations, and his observation perspective was extremely narrow.

"Where's your tunnel?"

Liu Zongmin threw the helmet to the ground, stared with blood-red eyes, and roared at the Jurchen soldiers in front of him.

Not long after, the sound of horns from the Green Camp military formations on the left and right came back.

No matter how hard he tried, he only found that the Qing troops on both sides were getting closer and closer to the Chinese army, and one after another Shun army soldiers fell under the siege of several Qing troops.

"Li Zijing!"

The Qing army was chasing the Dashun army, but the Dashun army was chasing the Ming army. Even these ordinary soldiers who were used as cannon fodder could bully the Ming army.

His whole person was like a devil from hell, so much so that the mount of a Jurchen soldier was so frightened that it kicked off and knocked the Jurchen cavalry off its horse.

Once the formation disperses, it's all over.

In fact, from dusk to night, at least three times, Liu Zongmin only narrowly missed leading the Dashun Army to break through Duduo's Manchurian formation.

The entire battlefield was in chaos, and the Dashun Army's military formation was almost torn to pieces under the forceful attack by Qing troops from three sides regardless of the cost.

The most elite old soldiers quickly changed from the original offensive line into a defensive formation to resist the pursuit of the Jurchen soldiers and slowly retreated.

Under the roar of the mountain and the tsunami-like killing sound, the three Qing armies finally came together, squeezing the Dashun army's array from three directions.

Liu Zongmin held a big sword in his hand, looked at the Qing army camp, pulled his neck and screamed, the blood almost dyed his whole body blood red.

As for Liu Zongmin personally leading those elite cavalry who could fight head-on with the Jurchen cavalry, he only selected them from his old soldiers.

The green battalion soldiers leveled their spears, and with the sound of loud horns, they transformed into a sharp offensive formation and moved forward.

Taking a closer look, Liu Fangliang and the fine cavalry from Zuoying were galloping to pursue Tulai. Only the more than a hundred white-armored guards were left.

I saw him leaping on his horse with his sword raised, galloping back and forth among the troops, shouting words to boost morale, and the ferocious scars on his face were even more eye-catching.

Although Liu Zongmin's Chinese army was large, it only had 30,000 troops.

Of course, not everyone can do this cannon fodder.

So at this time, a very strange phenomenon occurred on the battlefield in the late Ming Dynasty.

Therefore, Liu Zongmin stopped attacking easily at this time and began to shrink his formation.

At the same time, the Jurchen formation in front of the Dashun army was crowded with people. There was a rumble of footsteps in the dark night, and more Jurchen soldiers came forward.

Even in a duel with the Green Camp of the Qing Army, they can often win by relying on their numbers.

The long trumpet sound radiated from the camp to all directions. When the Qing troops from the green camp on both sides heard it, they all immediately responded with trumpet sounds.

One after another, familiar faces fell under the butcher's knife of the Qing army. There were fewer and fewer compliant troops, and the fangs of the Jurchens were even clearly visible.

"boom--!"

At this moment, a loud and earth-shaking sound came from behind Duduo.

The entire battlefield was silent. At this moment, it seemed that the entire battlefield was quiet, and everyone turned around.

In their eyes, it was a raging fire rising into the sky, almost lighting up the entire battlefield like daylight!
Chapter completed!