Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 434
The fight really enters the final death throes!

The side car array has been completely destroyed, it is not enough to rely on, and the last bit of gunpowder has been spent in the battle. The bird gunner was either shot to death in the car, or he was hacked and killed in the snow by the Han Eight Banners rushing over. Here, the entire front has completely collapsed.

The remaining more than 2000 days of the heroic army were completely suppressed on the banks of the Zhangshui River, performing the final swan song. The soldiers in thin clothes leaned together as much as possible, facing the outside with their spears and shields. The Eight Banners shouted and raised the flag, rushing forward fearlessly. Outside, the slaves of the Zhengbai Banner, Zhenghuang Banner and the Eight Banners of Mongolia jumped off their horses one after another, and shot the arrows in their hands crazily towards the sky. Every round, They were all Ming soldiers who shot down like cutting wheat.

Some Ming soldiers had completely collapsed, no longer had the will to resist, and fled back crying, jumping directly into the bitterly cold Zhangshui, intending to swim back to the east bank. Unfortunately, the soldiers whose physical strength had been exhausted Before swimming far, he was completely frozen to death by the extremely cold river water, and another layer of dense floating corpses had accumulated.

Even now, Lu Xiangsheng is still fighting. His big Lu flag has been riddled with holes, and a corner was burned off by artillery fire. Relying on his own banner, Lu Xiangsheng roared and waved his 50-jin The heavy machete rushed in front of everyone.

"Soldiers, behind you is the capital! It's time to serve the country!"

"For Daming, be loyal!"

The slogan shouted in a hoarse voice was almost inaudible, but where Lu Xiangsheng was, the remaining soldiers still had red eyes, squeezed out the last bit of strength in their muscles, and waved their ice blades.

Shields meet shields, swords collide in mid-air, and from the fierce battle in the morning to noon, a large expanse of snow has been completely stained red. In the end, the soldiers of the two armies clashed with each other. When you shot, you even forgot to dodge. The sticky blood made the ground extremely muddy and slippery. From time to time, several soldiers collided and fell together, and never got up again.

"Kill the thief! Serve the country!"

Every time he brandished a knife, Lu Xiangsheng roared angrily. Up to now, his body has been dyed red, the filial belt on his forehead has turned into a red belt, and three hideous openings on his chest, back, and shoulders are facing outwards. Blood was flowing, and there were two feathered arrows horribly stuck in his arms and shoulders. I really don't know what supported this body. If it was another person, it would have fallen down long ago.

However, at this time, Lu Xiangsheng was really like a candle in the cold wind. When the oil ran out and the lamp dried up, he slashed out again with a big knife, directly cutting into half of Jiannu's body, but when he drew the knife, he would not let it go. That Jianu grabbed the knife handle like a dying beast, and crazily pulled it backwards. His hands that had been so sore and numb could no longer hold the knife.

"Big guy!"

Before he got up on the bloody ground with a dizzy head, another tragic roar rang in his ears, and immediately Lu Xiangsheng stopped falling down, and then, countless arrows rushed here and pierced here. , A clump of dark "reeds" grew here in an instant.

Maybe a second, maybe a few minutes, Lu Xiangsheng, who had lost a lot of blood, finally woke up from the dizziness, the other wounds were already numb, and the pain in his left leg was added, which stimulated his confused brain, and he struggled to push away the weight that was overwhelming him. Tianxiong Army Qianhu, a child he personally recruited from the township party, supported himself with a knife, and Lu Xiangsheng struggled to fight.

It's really the last moment, the entire battlefield is littered with corpses, the [-] army when crossing the river, now there are only [-] soldiers left who are shot like hedgehogs, bloody and exhausted, leaning on each other to support themselves The flag was already bald, and in all directions, Jiannu's ferocious sergeants were holding spears and holding sword shields, forming a complete circle.

One eye was swollen by something. Holding the knife, Lu Xiangsheng looked out with his left eye. Suddenly, the Jiannu in front of him burst open a gap, and immediately he was wearing a pure white general's padded armor. Wearing a half-meter-tall Jiannu general who was full of spiked helmets, he swayed over on his horse. He was obviously taken aback when he saw Lu Xiangsheng struggling to stand up. A guy in a long robe and mandarin jacket who looked like a Han Chinese and was riding a horse muttered a few words.

"Surrender! General Ming, Lord Baylor said that he appreciates you very much. As long as you surrender and are willing to join our Qing Dynasty, Lord Baylor is willing to ask you to be crowned king in front of the Great Khan. It is the same as King Sanshun!"

The eyes of the remnants of the Ming army focused on Lu Xiangsheng for an instant. Holding the handle of the knife, Lu Xiangsheng's scarred body actually shook violently. Seeing this, the traitor scribe was even more proud, and said with a smile.

"Let me just say, look at the Ming Dynasty, the sun is setting, the general is so brave and loyal, he fought with our army for three days and three nights, what is the result? The dog emperor didn't even send a single reinforcement, and the soldiers were drained of blood for nothing. Now the reincarnation of the five virtues, the wrath of the sky and the resentment of the people and the continuous famine caused by the Ming Dynasty are signs of the country's subjugation, and my Holy Lord came from between the white mountains and the black waters to care for the people, benevolent and loving the people, it is just... 噗呵~"

The traitor is really dedicated when he is like this. He was caught off guard by a knife piercing his chest, spitting blood, and even sticking his thumb out.

"It is the lord of the world, ah!"

With a tilt of his head, he fell off his horse with a thump, and when he kicked his legs, the scribe was dead. No one thought that in this state, Lu Xiangsheng could kill people with a knife. Dorgon was in front of him, and finally pulled out the knife and threw it out. Lu Xiangsheng, who had no more support in his hand, sat down again with his thighs, but even so, he still swung his blood-red knife forward hoarsely. hands, roaring.

"Kill the thief!"

"For Lu Shuai! For Daming! Kill!"

Staggering, the last twenty or so Ming soldiers supported each other, holding their knives and guns with difficulty, but rushed forward with an unparalleled feeling of heroism, Dorgon's rather handsome face was visibly shocked again, Immediately, the famous Jiannuzhi general waved his hand helplessly.

Amidst the creaking sound of the bow, the archers of the Zhengbai Banner rounded their Liaodong bows against the Ming troops who were struggling to rush towards them.

But at this moment, a sharp whistling sound suddenly resounded above his head, stimulating everyone's eardrums. Suddenly, with a shock, Dorgon raised his head suddenly, and immediately jumped off the horse with a horrified shout. .

A black-smoky fireball blasted hard into the Jiannu army. The heavy black iron ball hit the face of the first person in a straight line, pierced through the chest of the second person, the waist of the third person, and then He broke the fourth man's thigh and just plunged into the snow.

However, this was not over yet, and a few seconds later, there was a bang, with a sharper and harsher infrasound, and countless pieces of broken metal were broken out, and the dozen or so Jiannu who hadn't reacted by the side were all hit. With the exception of the two who got close and were lucky enough to be killed directly, the rest of the Tartar soldiers covered their faces, screaming at the exhaustion of the countless wounds on their bodies.

"What's going on? Who's firing the cannon?"

The cannon landed less than 30 meters from Dorgon's side. Seeing a soldier Wuzhen Chaoha covering his eyeballs that flew out, screaming in horror, Dorgon roared in horror and anger.

Immediately, more shells answered him. In the sky, one after another black smoke dragged the old man, and finally smashed into the Jiannu army one by one. In order to encircle and wipe out the Ming army, almost all the Jiannu got out of the car formation, densely crowded At the riverside, the effect of this bombardment is almost legendary. The heavy black iron ball will be a large piece when it hits, and all the bad shells will explode, and some will explode under the feet, immediately creating a large piece of disability , and there was another one that was even more unlucky. A large number of Jiannu crowded together in horror and looked up at the sky, but that fuze seemed to be a little short, and it exploded in mid-air, splashing out thousands of metal fragments like a goddess scattered flowers. When I went out, I saw hundreds of people covering their faces and howling in pain.

Regardless of Lu Bulu Xiang's promotion, this round of shelling killed and injured thousands of soldiers under his command. Dorgon shouted loudly in horror: "Withdraw the army! Withdraw the army!"

The opponent's cannons are obviously more advanced than Donglu's cannons. Jiannu's Hongyi cannons take about 15 minutes to fire once. This sudden cannonball will be enough for the second round in three to four minutes. The big iron ball with black smoke hit the crowd that hadn't dispersed, causing massive damage. This time, even the disciplined Eight Banners Army couldn't take it anymore, so they didn't want the formation to scatter in all directions, screaming in horror. then fled.

If there is an iron cavalry on the west bank at this time, it is estimated that even if Dorgon's army is not finished, they will be killed by something. It is a pity that Guan Ning's iron cavalry is still sleeping comfortably in Jize and retreating from the river bank After traveling more than 1000 meters, they retreated from the range of the Hongyi cannon. The terrified Jiannu army retreated into the protection of the camp, but it was counted as returning to the chariot he commanded. Dorgon even lost his commanding demeanor and roared in despair.

"Where did Ming Gouzi come from? Send an order to Bozili Yierha! Ask him to take the teeth-wielding soldiers and bring me this group of Ming Gouzi!"

In fact, there is no need for him to order, the more than 1000 Zhengbai Banner soldiers who were watching the fun by the river have already assembled a team in shock and anger, roaring like they were shooting at the place where a cannon was fired, but they just rushed past the high ground where they camped. On the high river bank, in the slightly low fields, it seems that a magic soldier suddenly appeared there.

Wearing pure white cloak coats and carrying firecrackers, these mysterious troops are less than 100 meters away from them.

"Ming Gouzi is holding fire sticks, disperse them!"

Looking at the densely packed firecrackers, Jialaerzhen Bozili Yierha, the leader of the team, was ecstatic, roaring in Manchu language, speeding up the horse, the momentum, which made him pull into a thin formation with excitement, Song Qingshu of Jiannu banner soldier who rushed towards him was all in a daze, could there be some kind of ambush!
But the sergeants below don't have time to think so much, since Jiannu hit the muzzle of the gun, let's fire!The front line of skirmishers got down and pulled the trigger on the rolling iron cavalry, and immediately the large square formation at the back also stopped. There was a bean-like explosion, just two rows, and the Jiannu cavalry on the opposite side fell off their horses one after another like rolling gourds.

Charged to less than 50 meters from the begging army, the half-destroyed Jiannu cavalry actually cried and reined in their horses, turned around and fled back.

"What's this for? Sending a target?"

Song Qingshu, who had seen Jiannu's reckless ferocious aura and was about to order the melee in the front row, scratched his head again in puzzlement.

(End of this chapter)