Done! Your Majesty is going to prostitute me for free!

Bang! Whoosh! Flames shot up into the sky, like an angry dragon piercing the night sky. Bows and arrows whizzed past, making sharp and shrill sounds, like the whispers of the god of death. Under this sudden attack, the Ming army camp was in chaos. More than a dozen people were unfortunately hit by arrows or flying stones. They screamed and fell to the ground like dead leaves blown away by the wind. Seeing this, the rest of the Ming army was so scared that they fled faster, as if there was an invisible demon chasing them from behind.

"Stop fighting!" At this time, a general named Bayan shouted loudly, his voice was like thunder, penetrating the hustle and bustle of the battlefield. The Jiannu soldiers who were attacking the city immediately stopped their actions, like obedient puppets, obeying the orders of their masters. Bayan, a battle-hardened general, had a resolute face and sharp eyes, as if he could see into people's hearts. He was wearing iron armor and holding a long sword, majestic and awe-inspiring, like the god of death on the battlefield.

When Bayan waited for the enemy to run more than ten steps away, he quietly hid behind a large shield car, hiding his body like a cunning fox. He shouted loudly: "Stop! The most senior officials among you stand up!" His voice was full of majesty and unquestionable power.

At this time, a general of the Ming army stood up and said, "I am the commander of the Xuanfeng Battalion of the Fifth Army Camp. Everyone calls me Brother Yang." The Xuanfeng Battalion is the elite division of the army. All of them are good fighters. They are like sharp blades, indestructible. Brother Yang is tall, with a resolute face, an unyielding light in his eyes, and he exudes a heroic and fearless aura.

"Why do you want to surrender?" Bayan asked coldly. His eyes were like ice, as if they could freeze everything.

"Oh, it's a long story." Brother Yang sighed and said helplessly, "Huang Degong was afraid of death and ran away, but ordered us to defend Huailai to the death. We were not convinced, so we had to surrender." His eyes revealed his resentment and helplessness towards Huang Degong.

Bayan looked Yang Erge up and down. Although many Ming soldiers surrendered, he still had to be cautious. He could have ordered to shoot these surrendered soldiers, but the consequences would be disastrous. The Eight Banners soldiers all liked the Ming army to surrender. If he shot them now, it would be like destroying the Great Wall. Who would be willing to surrender in the future? Bayan's eyes revealed a light of deep thought and calculation.

"If what you said is true, I can give you a ladder." Bayan thought for a while and said, "If you can help me capture Huailai City, I will reward you according to your merit!" His voice was full of temptation and expectation.

"Thank you, sir!" When Brother Yang heard this, his eyes lit up, as if he had seen the dawn of victory. He quickly asked, "How many defenders are there in the city? How many artillery pieces are there?" His eyes revealed eagerness and desire.

"There are about two thousand defenders and nineteen artillery pieces," Bayan replied, "as well as some grenades, small mortars and other firearms. However, when Huang Degong retreated, he had dug trenches and set traps outside the city, so it may not be easy for the army to pass through." His voice was calm and cold, as if he was analyzing an insignificant chess game.

"If we want to get through this city, we must conquer it first!" Brother Yang said firmly. His eyes revealed firmness and determination, as if he had already seen the flag of victory flying over the city.

"Okay!" Seeing that he was so sure of what he said, Bayan believed him a little, "If we can conquer the city, you will be the first to achieve the credit!" His voice was full of admiration and expectation.

Therefore, Bayan ordered the ladders to be handed over to Brother Yang, and asked him to lead the Ming army to attack the city. With a loud bang, the cannons on the city were fired one after another, and the artillery fire was roaring like an angry thunder god. But more than a dozen ladders advanced forward fearlessly in the artillery fire, and each ladder was followed by more than a hundred Eight Banners soldiers. Especially behind Brother Yang's ladder, there were four or five hundred people. In name, it was an assist, but in fact it was to prevent Brother Yang and his men from turning against them. These Eight Banners soldiers were wearing iron armor and holding long swords. They were like ferocious beasts, howling and rushing towards the city wall.

However, Brother Yang and his men did not turn against them. His ladder advanced the fastest and soon approached the city wall. "Brothers, kill!" Brother Yang shouted, his voice like a war drum, inspiring the fighting spirit of the soldiers. He was the first to climb up the ladder, his figure was agile and brave, like a cheetah chasing its prey. Seeing this, the defenders on the city threw stones one after another. Brother Yang dodged nimbly and continued to climb up. His eyes revealed firmness and determination, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

Firearms and crossbows on the city walls also kept firing at the city walls, and the Eight Banners soldiers quickly fought back. Arrows rained down on the battlefield, and flames splashed everywhere, as if the whole world was in chaos. Bayan hid behind the shield car and observed the battle. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, as if he could see through everything. Gradually, he began to believe what Yang Erge said. So he commanded the Eight Banners soldiers to attack the city in waves. Their attacks were as surging as the tide, as if they were going to completely submerge the city walls.

At this time, Brother Yang had already approached the top of the city wall. The defenders handed over the rope when they saw him. Brother Yang smiled knowingly, revealing a cunning and triumphant smile. He grabbed the rope and quickly descended the city wall with the soldiers waiting to climb the wall, turned around and swung his sword at the Eight Banners soldiers behind him. "Kill!" More than 200 Ming soldiers shouted in unison and started a fierce battle with the Eight Banners soldiers. Their shouts shook the earth as if they were going to shatter the whole world.

Although these Ming troops were few in number, they were all elite. They were in groups of two or three or three or five. The former fought head-on and the latter attacked by surprise. They shuttled around the battlefield like agile cheetahs, looking for the enemy's flaws. For a time, the Eight Banners soldiers were beaten and scattered. Their formation was broken up and their attacks were disrupted, like a group of headless flies running around on the battlefield. Seeing this, the morale of the defenders on the city was greatly boosted. They waved their weapons and rushed towards the enemy, quickly repelling the first wave of enemies who climbed the city. Their figures on the battlefield were like lightning streaking through the night sky.

However, after all, Brother Yang and his men were limited in number. Although they were able to repel the Eight Banners soldiers in the chaos, the second wave of enemies soon attacked again. Facing the elite Eight Banners soldiers who were several times larger than him, Brother Yang, the leader of the vanguard, tightly grasped the Qi family knife and shouted angrily: "For the Ming Dynasty! We will never retreat!" His voice echoed on the battlefield like thunder, arousing the fighting spirit of the soldiers. He led his soldiers to fight a desperate battle with the Eight Banners soldiers. Their figures on the battlefield were like whirlwinds sweeping everything.

"All the generals, listen up! Kill!" Brother Yang's voice resounded through the sky. His shout was like a drum of war, stirring up the fighting spirit of the soldiers. The remaining hundreds of Ming soldiers under the city also shouted in unison: "Kill!" Their shouts shook the world as if they were going to shatter the whole world. They fought fiercely with the Eight Banners soldiers, and the two sides fought back and forth. The battlefield was filled with swords, blood and flesh flying, like a tragic picture scroll.

At this time, Huang Degong was leading the army several miles away. When he heard the sound of artillery in the distance, he turned around and looked back at him with a look of surprise and uneasiness in his eyes. Nalan Jiben asked in panic: "Could it be that the Jiannu already knew that we were retreating and were attacking the city?" His voice was full of anxiety and worry.

Huang Degong remained silent and just nodded his head to show his affirmation. His eyes revealed firmness and determination, as if he had made the worst plan. He knew that time was life at this moment and he had to hurry up every minute to save the lives of the army.

"Then do we need to go back to rescue?" Nalan Jiben asked anxiously, his voice full of urgency and desire.

"No!" Huang Degong said in a decisive tone, his voice freezing everything like ice. "Order the entire army to speed up and reach the outside of Juyongguan before noon, otherwise we will be wiped out!" His eyes revealed unquestionable power, as if he had already seen the future victory.

Huailaiwei is a hundred miles away from Juyongguan, but Huang Degong plans to reach it within eight hours. Although this goal seems a little difficult to achieve, he is full of confidence. Because he has heard the story of Qiu Luan, the general of Datong in the 29th year of Jiajing: Qiu Luan set out from Juyongguan on August 17th and arrived at Tongzhou on the 18th. It took only one day and one night to travel 150 miles. He believes that his army can do this. His eyes reveal determination and determination, as if he has seen the soldiers marching forward bravely.

However, Nalan Jiben looked at the baggage train ahead with some concern and said, "But what about the baggage?" He knew that in addition to food, the baggage also contained tents, bedding and other valuable materials. But at this moment, they became a burden for them to move forward. His eyes revealed helplessness and anxiety.

"Except for armor, weapons and gunpowder, leave everything else behind!" Huang Degong gritted his teeth and said, his voice full of determination and firmness, "There are three days of food in Juyong Pass, which is enough for us to support until reinforcements arrive." He knew that these supplies would become insignificant in the face of the crisis of annihilation of the army. His eyes revealed coldness and rationality, as if he had already made preparations for the worst.

Although Nalan Jiben was shocked, he quickly conveyed Huang Degong's order and sent people to collect the abandoned materials for burning. Seeing this, Ji Zisheng asked worriedly: "Brother Huang, what if the Jiannu cavalry catches up?" His voice was full of anxiety and worry.

Huang Degong frowned, his eyes revealing deep thought and worry. He knew that this was a life-and-death battle, and any mistake could lead to the annihilation of the entire army. He hesitated for a moment and said, "We can only hope that Xu Wenpu can hold on for a while longer. And you and Bakyong are my only support." His voice was full of expectation and trust, as if he had placed all his hopes on them. He knew that this battle was extremely dangerous, but there was no way out and he could only fight to the death. His eyes revealed firmness and determination, as if he was ready to fight the enemy to the death.

At this moment, the battle was still going on outside Huailai City. The battlefield was full of swords and blood, like a tragic painting. Although the Eight Banners soldiers were numerous, they had limited ladders and could only attack a few points at the same time. The roads on both sides of the city were narrow and chaotic, and the trenches were crisscrossed, more than ten feet deep and more than two feet wide, with a gully every ten or two feet. This made it difficult for war horses to pass through, even on the road.

Duoduo's heart seemed to be burning with fire. He glared at the insignificant Huailai Acropolis, his anger burning and almost uncontrollable. This city had no moat as a natural barrier, and there were only a few soldiers guarding the city. However, it was like a stubborn stone, standing firm no matter how the iron hooves of the Eight Banners Army trampled on it, which made people extremely anxious.

"If Huang Degong is allowed to escape, regardless of his merits and demerits, my brother Dorgon will be in big trouble. He might even fall into an irretrievable situation." Duoduo thought to himself, and then ordered loudly, "Where are the people from the artillery battalion? Pull the cannons over here, aim at the city, and bombard it hard! I want to turn Huailaiwei into ruins!"

Upon hearing the order, the artillery battalion of the Eight Banners Han Army immediately prepared for battle, and the artillery fire roared like thunder, pouring down on the walls of Huailaiwei. The roar was deafening, as if it was going to crack the whole world apart. The whole city was shrouded in artillery fire, and the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder, and the ears seemed to be torn apart by the deafening sound.

Time passed minute by minute, and the sound of cannons finally stopped, but everyone's ears were still buzzing, as if millions of bees were buzzing around their ears.

"Go! Attack the city for me!" Duoduo gave the order, and the morale of the Eight Banners soldiers was high, as if they had been injected with chicken blood, and they launched a fierce attack on the city again.

However, this time the city was completely silent, with no cannon fire, no rain of arrows, and even the shouts of killing disappeared without a trace. When the ladders were about to reach the top of the city, the Ming army guarding the city suddenly appeared, some holding shields, some holding spears, and some throwing stones down, and the battle started again.

The Eight Banners soldiers charged forward but were forced to retreat. Duoduo was furious when he saw this. However, the Ming army on the city wall was like a nail and refused to retreat.

"You are a bunch of trash! Come on, put on your heavy armor and charge! Even if it means exchanging one life for another, you must take this city for me! I will take good care of the families of the soldiers who died in the battle!" Duoduo roared at his personal soldiers, and the elite troops went into battle one after another.

Hundreds of personal soldiers wearing heavy armor and holding sharp blades climbed up to the top of the city wall along the ladders.

"Kill!" The Ming troops on the city wall shouted in unison and fought a desperate battle with the Eight Banners soldiers who climbed the city wall.

The sky gradually turned pale, and the sun slowly rose. Xu Wenpu, the general of the Ming army, was covered in blood and sweat. He sat on the top of the city wall, looking at the defeated soldiers around him, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the burden in his heart seemed to be lightened a lot.

He knew that they had held out for more than five hours since Huang Degong left, far exceeding the expected mission time. Although the rolling logs and stones had been used up, the gunpowder and firearms had been exhausted, and the weapons had been rolled, they still held on to the city.

"Kill!" Hearing the shouts of killing from the city, Xu Wenpu struggled to stand up, but almost fell down. He supported his body with his spear and shouted with a smile: "It's a great pleasure to kill so many enemies today!"

"Yes, it feels great!" Although the soldiers' voices were weak, they all responded.

"Brothers, we must live up to the imperial court and the emperor in this life!" Xu Wenpu said, and took another look at the cannons. "These cannons are the treasures of our Ming Dynasty. We must not leave them to the enemy. When I count to three, those who are still alive will set them on fire!"

"Three!" Xu Wenpu stabbed an enemy with his spear and fell to the ground himself.

"Two!" He struggled to get up and looked at the enemy getting closer and closer.

"One!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, the fuse ignited the artillery fire, there was another loud bang, the city walls shook, smoke and blood intertwined, and screams came one after another.

Duoduo was heartbroken when he saw this scene. He quickly ordered: "Huailai has been breached. Open the city gate quickly. The cavalry will rush in and chase the enemy! Anyone who delays will be killed without mercy!"

(It is said that at that time, bandits were approaching the capital, the defenses were empty, people were panicked, and the plague was rampant. However, it was these loyal and brave soldiers who used their lives to defend the dignity of the country. Xu Wenpu was one of them. He defended the city and died for his country. Yang Erge from the Fifth Army Camp also chose to commit suicide to show his determination.)
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On the other side, Huang Degong had led his army to run for 80 miles and was not far from Juyongguan. While he was on his way, he looked back at Huailai and prayed silently in his heart.

Without the burden of baggage, the army moved very fast, and before noon, Huang Degong had already led his troops into Juyongguan Pass. The soldiers at the pass were overjoyed to see them, cheering one after another, and then fell to the ground due to exhaustion and fell asleep.

Running over a hundred miles in eight hours, this speed is simply amazing! Tang Shengyu was shocked: "Jingnan Bo's speed is even faster than Qiu Luan back then!"

Huang Degong smiled bitterly, showing a look of shame: "I am ashamed, I ran so fast because I threw away the baggage, it was also a helpless move."

Tang Shengyu smiled and gave him a jar of liquor, which was a rare delicacy in troubled times. Huang Degong was very grateful. He opened the jar and took a sip, then asked, "Has Dorgon arrived?"

Tang Shengyu's expression changed slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "We're here! We're an hour ahead of you, and we've already set up camp outside the pass."

General Huang, how many troops does the enemy have? Huang Degong frowned, his eyes revealing an anxiety that was difficult to conceal. He asked the spy again, his voice carrying unquestionable majesty. The spy had been his confidant for many years, and he knew that the man's intelligence was always accurate.

He had roughly known the number of Dorgon's troops before, but the situation was changing rapidly, and he didn't know whether Dorgon had any reinforcements recently. Huang Degong was cautious and thought that he had to figure out the situation before making any plans. After all, knowing yourself and the enemy, you can fight a hundred battles without danger. "About 20,000 people." The spy replied, with a hint of hesitation in his voice. Huang Degong was slightly relieved after hearing this, but his worries were not completely dissipated. He knew that although Dorgon's army was small in number, its combat effectiveness should not be underestimated.

At this time, Tang Shengyu said sincerely: "General Huang, when do you plan to have a decisive battle with Dorgon? How can I help you?" His eyes were full of determination and loyalty, as if he was ready to fight side by side with Huang Degong.

Juyongguan, that is the most dangerous pass in the world recognized by the scholars of the Ming Dynasty. Huang Degong looked at the towering city wall in the distance, and a sense of pride surged in his heart. The terrain is easy to defend, but it is extremely difficult to attack. It not only blocked Li Zicheng's 100,000 troops, but also resisted Duoduo's attack. If Dorgon could be defeated here, what an honor it would be!

Being able to complete the task entrusted by General Huang is a great achievement! All the officers and soldiers were convinced and their admiration for Huang Degong was beyond words.

Huang Degong pondered for a moment and decided immediately: "I estimate that Duoduo will attack Juyongguan tomorrow. General Tang, you must guard it well so that I can deal with Dorgon with peace of mind." His eyes revealed an unquestionable firmness, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

Tang Shengyu bowed and said seriously: "General Huang, don't worry. With me here, the Jiannu will never be able to cross the Great Wall!" His voice was sonorous and powerful, as if it was a promise to Huang Degong and an oath to the Ming Dynasty.

Huang Degong looked at Tang Shengyu's determined eyes, and a warm current surged in his heart. Regardless of whether Tang Shengyu's words were true or false, he greeted him politely. After all, at this critical moment, what he needed was to unite all the forces that could be united.

Believe it or not, there is no other choice now. But seeing that Tang Shengyu had guarded Juyongguan to stop Li Zicheng for several days before, this guy is still very loyal to the Ming Dynasty. Huang Degong thought to himself, and his trust in Tang Shengyu increased a little bit.

The two chatted until dark, drank a few glasses of wine and then left. Huang Degong returned to the tent, but he was still uneasy. He knew that tomorrow would be a life-and-death battle.

Before dawn the next day, Huang Degong was awakened by the sound of artillery fire from the north. His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and an ominous premonition came to his mind. The guards hurriedly reported: "Duoduo is attacking the north gate of Juyongguan!"

"Don't worry, Tang Shengyu is here to guard us! Let's rest for another day and fight Dorgon from the south gate tomorrow." Huang Degong said this, but he could not hide his anxiety. He knew that this battle was related to the fate of the Ming Dynasty and the safety of millions of people.

At noon, the sound of artillery gradually stopped. Tang Shengyu came back with a relaxed look, as if he had just experienced a small-scale battle. He and Huang Degong drank a few glasses together to celebrate the victory of guarding the pass. But Huang Degong's heart became heavier, he knew that the real decisive battle was still waiting for them.

At the beginning of the Yin hour, Huang Degong's troops began to cook and organize their weapons and equipment. Their movements were swift and orderly, as if they were conducting a silent drill. At the last moment, more than 30,000 infantrymen quietly went out of the pass and deployed their troops under the cover of night. Their figures were looming in the night, like a group of tigers about to pounce on the enemy.

By daybreak, the number of infantrymen had increased to 35,000! They were divided into three armies: the left, the center, and the right. Each army was ready to fight, like three impregnable fortresses. Huang Degong stood on a high place, looking at his army, and a sense of pride surged in his heart. He knew that this battle would be the most glorious chapter in his life.

The Ming army was divided into three armies: left, center, and right. The left wing had 10,000 soldiers, the center had 15,000 soldiers, and the right wing also had 10,000 soldiers. Every 200 soldiers formed a small formation, and dozens of small formations formed a large formation. This formation was balanced on all sides, and it was not easy to be dispersed from the sides when fighting against cavalry. Huang Degong knew that the key to this battle was how to resist Dorgon's cavalry charge.

Chariots were deployed in front of each small formation, and behind them were mixed formations of firearmsmen, swordsmen, and spearmen. This arrangement could both resist the enemy's cavalry charge and launch an effective counterattack. Archers were hidden in the formation, and behind them were firearmsmen, swordsmen, and spearmen as backup. This arrangement could both protect the safety of the archers and ensure the continuous output of firepower.

Three huge military formations were lined up in a row south of Juyong Pass, like three impregnable fortresses. Huang Degong stood on a high place, looking at his army, with an indescribable sense of pride in his heart. He knew that this battle would be the most glorious chapter in his life.

Dorgon had also received the news long ago. Except for the infantry and baggage soldiers, the rest of his 20,000 Eight Banners soldiers had already deployed their troops and were waiting for orders. Dorgon stood on a high place, looking at the Ming army's position, and a sense of surprise surged in his heart that was difficult to conceal. He did not expect that Huang Degong could actually arrange such a clever formation.

Dorgon's formation was relatively simple, with the infantry guarding the camp and the cavalry waiting for the opportunity to attack. He knew very well that the key to this battle was how to break through the Ming army's position and how to defeat Huang Degong, a tough opponent.

"Strange, why are there so many fewer cavalrymen under Huang Degong?" Dorgon scanned the Ming army's positions several times with a telescope, and only saw two or three thousand cavalrymen. He was filled with an unconcealable doubt. Could it be that the main force of Huang Degong's cavalrymen was destroyed by Prince Yu?
Fan Wencheng, Ajige, and Ebilun also looked through their telescopes for a while, shaking their heads in confusion. They all knew that cavalry was crucial to Huang Degong, and he would not easily give up the advantage of cavalry.

"Could it be that Huang Degong's cavalry hid themselves and wanted to win by surprise?" Dorgon guessed. His eyes revealed a wisdom and cunning that was difficult to conceal. He knew that Huang Degong was an extremely cunning opponent and he would not easily reveal his trump card.

Ajige, Ebilun, Shi Tingzhu and others all nodded in agreement. They all knew that this battle would be a life-and-death battle, and any small mistake could lead to the collapse of the entire battle.

"However," Ajige teased with a smile, "the Ming army has no more than 10,000 infantrymen, and the rest are infantrymen. What can infantry do against cavalry, even if they have more people? If we win, we can't catch up with them, and if we lose, they have nowhere to escape." There was a hint of disdain and sarcasm in his voice, as if he had already seen the failure of the Ming army.

"In this battle, the Ming army will definitely lose!" Although Ajige's words were a bit exaggerated, they did boost morale. Everyone agreed, and their eyes revealed a determination and confidence that was difficult to conceal.

When Dorgon saw that the Ming army's battle formation was ready, he ordered: "Ajige, you lead 5,000 cavalry as the right wing; Ebilun, you lead 5,000 cavalry as the left wing; the rest of the soldiers follow me in the center." His voice was sonorous and powerful, as if it was an order to the soldiers and a vow to victory.

"Everyone must obey orders!" Dorgon emphasized again. He knew that the key to this battle was how to coordinate the cooperation between the various armies and how to ensure the accurate transmission and execution of orders.

"Yes, sir!" Ajige and Ebilun responded in unison. Their voices revealed an undisguised firmness and confidence, as if they had seen the dawn of victory.

"When the two armies are fighting, remember to shoot arrows from 30 steps away and don't shoot close to them. The Ming army's grenades can be thrown 20 to 30 steps away and will scare the war horses." Dorgon reminded again. He knew that the Ming army's grenades were extremely powerful weapons, and if they were shot close to them, they would probably cause the war horses to panic and lose control.

"If we can't win, we should retreat quickly. The Ming army's infantry can't catch up with us, so even if they send cavalry to chase us, we can still win with more people." Dorgon emphasized again. He knew that the key to this battle was how to maintain the morale and combat effectiveness of the army, and how to ensure that they could retreat quickly and preserve their strength at the critical moment.

"I emphasize again, if you can't hold on, retreat immediately!" Dorgon's voice was filled with unquestionable majesty. He knew that this battle would be a life-and-death battle, and any small mistake could lead to the collapse of the entire battle.

As soon as Dorgon gave his instructions, the Ming army began to move. Their steps were in unison, like a group of tigers about to pounce on the enemy. The 10,000 infantry phalanx on the left wing slowly advanced into the battlefield and attacked the Eight Banners cavalry. Their figures loomed on the battlefield, like an indestructible line of defense.

Facing the left wing of the Ming army was the right wing of the Eight Banners Army led by Ajige. He led 5,000 cavalrymen, whose armor shone brightly in the sun, flags fluttered in the wind, and horses neighed and hooves thundered, sharing the same hatred with their masters. Their eyes revealed an unconcealable firmness and confidence, as if they had seen the dawn of victory.

Boom boom boom!
Ten thousand Ming troops marched in unison, shouting, "Ming troops are mighty! Ming troops are mighty!" Their voices resounded through the sky, shaking people's hearts like thunder. Their figures loomed on the battlefield, like an indestructible line of defense.

Woo!
The horn sounded. Ebilun brandished his sword and shouted: "The Qing Dynasty is mighty! The Eight Banners are mighty!" His voice was sonorous and powerful, as if it was an order to the soldiers and an oath to victory.

"The Qing Dynasty is mighty! The Eight Banners are mighty!" Five thousand Eight Banners soldiers responded in unison, their shouts shaking the earth. Their eyes revealed an unconcealable determination and confidence, as if they had

With a loud "bang", it was as if the sky was suddenly torn apart. The Portuguese cannons and bird guns simultaneously made deafening roars in the Ming army's formation. The shells and bullets came like dense raindrops, covering the sky, cutting through the sky, with destructive power.

The ones charging in the front were the heavily armored cavalrymen, their men and horses were all wrapped in indestructible iron armor, gleaming with a cold metallic luster. Even those tiny bullets were ruthlessly blocked by this thick layer of armor, and only a few unfortunate horses were shot and fell to the ground, neighing in pain, raising clouds of dust, while the rest of the riders were still steady, unharmed, with determination and fearlessness in their eyes.

Then, the bows and arrows of the infantrymen began to buzz, like a swarm of bees flapping their wings, and the arrows poured down like a rainstorm, with the whistling sound of the wind, making it almost impossible for the Eight Banners soldiers on the opposite side to raise their heads. They could only barely raise their shields to try to resist the overwhelming attack. However, the projectile force of the bows and arrows was ultimately not as strong as the direct shooting of firearms. Although the lethality was not small, it was still slightly inferior to those firearms.

At a distance of about 60 steps, the Eight Banners soldiers also deployed their troops, and they also used the method of projectiles to concentrate their arrows on a corner of the Ming army in an attempt to weaken the enemy's defense. This is the so-called "corner cutting technique", which is intended to break through the enemy's defense line from the flank and disrupt its position.

However, the armored cavalry of the Eight Banners did not give up. They adopted a more flexible tactic - circling horse shooting. These cavalrymen rushed into the infantry phalanx of the Ming army diagonally, and kept shooting arrows around the edge of the phalanx. The arrows were like an endless tide, with the sound of whistling wind, which made the Ming army's defense line begin to loosen. If the enemy did not stop the attack, then such a rain of arrows would soon tear a gap, causing the collapse of the entire phalanx. As the cavalry advanced and retreated, the Ming army's casualties continued to increase wherever the arrows went, and the morale began to waver. Some soldiers showed panic on their faces.

The first round of arrow rain had just passed, and the second round of arrows had already filled the sky, like dark clouds covering the sky and the sun. Amid the clanging sound of metal collisions, arrows fell on the ground, shields, armor, and helmets, making crisp sounds. In addition to causing a large number of casualties, it also added a bit of fear and anxiety to the hearts of the Ming army. They began to doubt whether they could survive this brutal battle.

Faced with such a dilemma, the Ming army quickly adjusted its formation. Chariot soldiers braved the rain of arrows and bravely moved forward, turning the original square formation into a pentagon, trying to reduce the enemy's attack area. The two armies launched a fierce arrow exchange, which was not only a contest of weapons and tactics, but also a contest of morale and military will. Both sides tried their best to gain the upper hand in this life-and-death contest.

Ajige was not surprised to see the Ming army change its formation. He calmly waved his flag and ordered 5,000 cavalry to split into two groups, one to continue attacking the original target, and the other to turn to attack another corner of the Ming army. He knew that as long as they could break the Ming army's defense line, victory would belong to them.

Under the rain of arrows, the Ming army's formation changed again, and the pentagon became a hexagon. Although the casualties of the Eight Banners soldiers were not heavy, they had successfully suppressed the Ming army's infantry and made them unable to move. The soldiers in the front were trapped by the rain of arrows and could not escape, while the soldiers in the back wanted to support but could not mess up the formation. Once the heavy cavalry broke through the defense line, the defeat of the Ming army was doomed.

As time went by, the casualties of the Ming army gradually increased, and the battlefield was filled with a strong smell of blood and gunpowder. Deputy General Qiu Yue saw that Weng Zhiqi's troops were in a critical situation, and hurriedly rode to Huang Degong and said anxiously: "General, I'm afraid Weng Zhiqi can't hold on for much longer!" Huang Degong said in a deep voice: "Our square formation consists of fifty teams, each with 200 people. The loss of one team can be quickly replenished, but if we lose 400 people, it will be difficult to hold on. Once the enemy breaks through the defense line, we will definitely lose!" His eyes revealed firmness and determination, as if he had made plans for the worst.

Therefore, Huang Degong ordered Qiu Yue to lead the right wing troops to advance slowly to reinforce Weng Zhiqi. After receiving the order, Qiu Yue immediately led the troops to advance in parallel, gradually approaching Weng Zhiqi's troops to prevent the defeat from affecting more comrades. His heart was filled with anxiety and worry, but he knew that now the only way to survive was to try his best.

Dorgon noticed the movement of the Ming army and immediately ordered Ebilun to attack Qiu Yue. Ebilun led 5,000 cavalrymen to the battlefield quickly and used the same tactics to pin down Qiu Yue's army. He had a smug smile on his face, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

The sun gradually rose higher, and the weather became hotter and hotter, as if even the air was burning. Exposed to the scorching sun and rain of arrows, the morale of the Ming army gradually declined, just like a tire slowly leaking air, and their courage was also disappearing bit by bit. Their faces were full of fatigue and despair, as if they had already foreseen the impending defeat.

Although Huang Degong appeared calm on the surface, beads of sweat had already seeped out of his forehead. His heart was filled with anxiety and uneasiness, but he knew that only he could lead the Ming army out of the predicament. At this moment, he suddenly heard the rumbling of artillery and the deafening shouts of killing coming from the north of Juyongguan. With Dorgon's army in front and Duoduo's threat behind, the situation had become extremely critical.

"Central army, listen up!" Huang Degong wiped the sweat from his forehead and shouted loudly, "The sun, moon, mountains and rivers will be forever stable! The Ming Dynasty will be immortal! Follow me to charge and defeat the enemy!" His voice resounded through the battlefield like thunder, instantly boosting the morale of the Ming army.

"Kill!" The 15,000 infantrymen in the central army responded in unison, rushing forward like a tide. Their eyes flashed with determination and bravery, as if they were ready to fight the enemy to the death.

Dorgon saw the main force of the Ming army moving out, and his face changed several times. He turned around and asked Fan Wencheng: "Where are the Ming army's artillery?" Fan Wencheng hesitated for a moment and replied: "No trace of it has been found yet, and even the clairvoyance can't find it, let alone those heavy artillery." Dorgon was suspicious and worried that the artillery was left in Miyun. He knew that if the Ming army's artillery appeared, the situation of the war would change dramatically.

Seeing Huang Degong launching an attack so eagerly, Dorgon asked in surprise: "Why is he so impatient?" Fan Wencheng analyzed: "Maybe Lin Xiaofeng is urging him to fight. Although this is a good thing, we also need to respond with caution." There was a wise light in his eyes, as if he had seen through Huang Degong's mind.

Dorgon didn't have time to think about this. He looked back at the troops behind him, and then ordered the deputy commander of the White Banner to lead 5,000 cavalry to fight against Huang Degong's army, and left 3,000 cavalry as a reserve force in case of any accidents. He knew that this battle would determine their fate and future.

The main forces of the two armies finally clashed! The battle situation instantly became extremely fierce and complicated. Both sides tried their best to gain the upper hand in this life-and-death contest. The battlefield was full of swords and blood, as if it had turned into a purgatory on earth. However, in this cruel battle, it also gave birth to endless bravery and tragedy... (End of this chapter)