Yizhou.⊙

After receiving the order from Wu Sangui, Wang Pu, the general of Datong, ignored it and ordered to continue to intensify the attack, hoping to take the opportunity to win the first contribution to breaking the city. After receiving the order, Ma Ke, the general of Shanhaiguan, received the order, led his troops to reinforce the south, but he only brought 10,000 troops, leaving 10,000 troops to continue to attack the city.

Wu Sangui transferred 40,000 people from both sides of the east and west, but only 10,000 people received the order.

But Mako's 10,000 troops were unable to reach the battlefield in the south of the city immediately. They were intercepted halfway, and the one-armed Jirgalang brought the last troops in Yizhou City to intercept. As for Yizhou City, Jirgalang threw it directly to the villagers in Yizhou City, and he ignored it.

The rumbling cannons on the battlefield had already stopped.

Although Jirgalang was short of one arm, he was extremely fierce at this time. He knew very clearly that it was time to fight to the death. If he could not take advantage of Shi Tingzhu's raid and fight back in one fell swoop, they would all die here. There was no way out, and he threw the city of Yizhou behind.

"The victory or defeat is here, kill!"

More than a thousand cavalrymen, with the rumbling sound of hooves, Manchu and Mongolian cavalry held up their sabers and quickly crashed towards the 10,000 Shanhaiguan soldiers who were coming from the opposite side.

In the open space outside the city, the Qing cavalry shouted to enhance their courage.

One thousand to ten thousand, but no one in the Qing army was afraid.

Ma Ke led a cavalry and cavalry ten times the enemy, but when he saw the indomitable charge of the Qing army, he was a little afraid. He waved his hand and stopped the running team, and did not choose to hedge directly with the Qing army, but ordered to line up on the spot.

The soldiers of Shanhai Town began to arrange the array nervously, with infantry shield hands in the front row in the middle, spearmen arranged in the middle, musketeers on both sides, cavalry archers, and archers behind the middle.

Their formations were lined up little by little, but the Qing army had arrived quickly.

As the two sides got closer, the Qing army began to shoot bows and arrows with force on their horses. Countless arrows flew into the air, forming a dense rain of arrows that had fallen into the Ming army's unformed formation.

Many soldiers were shot into arrows and fell to the ground screaming.

Ma Ke rode on the horse, under the general in the formation. Seeing the fierce and desperate momentum of the Qing army, he gritted his teeth and waved his sword and shouted, "Shoot the arrow!"

Many Ming army archers hurriedly raised their bows to fight back, but the arrows shot out were sparse and messy, and did not kill much for the Qing cavalry that was covered with heavy money. Some of the Qing cavalry who charged were caught in the arrows, but other cavalry were still rushing.

"Roar over and kill them!" Jirgalang took the lead and shouted loudly. Instead of letting the Qing army shoot around the Ming army formation, he led his subordinates to rush straight towards the enemy formation, preparing to break the formation directly.

The brave one wins when we meet on a narrow road!

"Shield!"

Many Ming soldiers saw the momentum of the Qing cavalry charging and also felt the intention of the Qing army this time. Some officers in front of the formation shouted loudly, asking the shield hands to hold the big shield with their shoulders.

The officers in the back row were also calling their spearmen, "Let the spears flat. Hurry up, insert the spears into the ground and hold the spears tightly!"

"These damn Tartars are really not afraid of death!"

On both wings of the infantry, there are not many cavalry, but there are also two thousand cavalry. However, Mako did not order the cavalry to come forward to intercept, and those cavalry were all elites of Shanhaiguan. He did not want to fight with the Tartars here to consume it. He even believed that with these eight thousand infantry formations, one thousand tatars could not break through.

As long as you withstand the impact of the Tartars, it will not be too late to allow the cavalry to surround both wings.

Jirgalang led the cavalry and rushed straight to the front of the formation without intercepting it.

"kill!"

Jiergalang did not hesitate at all, and then rode his horse and rushed towards the army that the Ming army had hurriedly formed. Around him, the Qing army, who were riding one after another, resolutely rallied the Ming army's shields and spears.

This is a rather stupid tactic, and the cavalry should never be used like this. But at this time, Jirgalang got on like this, and his subordinates got on like this.

The war horses crashed into the staircase formation, and the thin staircase formation that was temporarily formed was shaking. Zhan Po opened the hole. The Qing cavalry swung his sword and slashed hard. Many Ming soldiers were knocked down by the war horses, trampled on them, and stabbed to death by the Qing army.

But soon, the Ming army also began to counterattack. After enduring this fierce impact, the shield soldiers tried their best to stabilize the shield formation, and the spearmen behind them even tried their best to stab the spear out. The war horses neighed on the battlefield and the knights screamed sadly.

The Qing army rushed towards the Ming formation like a moth throwing into a fire, and the Ming soldiers were also poking their spears desperately.

There were heavy casualties, both sides.

Blood flowed into a river, and the fight was extremely tragic.

Jirgalang's war horse was pierced by more than a dozen spears, and he screamed in grief and died.

He rolled down from his horse, swung his sword and slashed left and right. The Qing cavalry beside him was also following up desperately, and the knights behind him were still charging.

The Ming army holding the shield had fallen under the horse corpse, and the spearmen's spears were often pricked on the war horses, many of which could not be pulled back, and some were crushed.

"Kill them!" Jirgalang was covered in blood and had many wounds on his body, but he seemed to be unaware of it, and he was like a slashing sword like crazy.

A gap appears.

The Qing army behind was still following up, and the gap was getting bigger and bigger.

Ma Ke also saw that the front was unstable, and the Qing army had broken through the broad front and tore a hole in the middle.

"Stop them."

He did not expect that the Qing army was so fierce, like a wild beast, and tore open their fronts.

There was a sudden change on the battlefield. Although Ma Ke had 10,000 soldiers and only 1,000 Qing army members, the 1,000 Qing army cavalry now penetrated into the Qing army like a big sword, and was still stabbing and tearing it open.

The formation was torn apart, and without the protection of the strongest shield and gun array outside, the Ming army only persisted for a while, and then began to dodge the Qing cavalry everywhere.

In a blink of an eye, ten thousand Ming troops could no longer stop a thousand Qing cavalry. On the battlefield, the Ming army even fled like birds and beasts, but the Qing cavalry rushed straight to the central army like a sharp blade.

Ma Ke waved his big sword and wanted to transfer the cavalry on both sides, but it was too late. Although the cavalry on both wings were elite, the central army collapsed. Under the leadership of the defeated soldiers, these cavalry also began to retreat.

Jiergalang jumped on a bossless war horse, swung his sword and continued to lead his troops forward. He laughed and was extremely happy. He finally found a long-lost feeling of pleasure. Ten thousand Ming troops were defeated and dispersed, and this was the Ming army. One thousand Qing troops chased ten thousand Ming troops and killed them. This was the Eight Banner Warriors.

After the Battle of Songshan, the Qing army suffered repeated defeats in a series of wars, and Jiergalang even felt that he would not be able to fight. When he fought, he was always worried about the whistling shells of the Ming army. But now, the long-lost feeling has come back. Facing the Ming army, he felt that he was a wolf again. The Ming army was just a sheep.

The bodies of the Ming army that were killed were everywhere, and more Ming army were already scared and they began to flee in all directions.

The general's banner also began to retreat, the Ming army was defeated, and ten thousand mountains and seas were defeated.

"Cut them all!" Jirgalang rode his horse and chased, shouting loudly. In front of them, the defeated soldiers of Shanhaiguan Town were running away desperately, and they didn't dare to look back.

The battlefield in the south of Yizhou.

Wu Sangui and Zu Dalu were still leading Ning Jin's troops to fight fiercely with the Qing army led by Duoduo and others. Ning Jin's army broke out with passionate fighting spirit, fought bravely and fought to the death without retreating.

No one retreated, and no one went to cut off his head. Under Wu Sangui's loud shout, the Guanning army, which had won many battles against the Qing army after the Battle of Songshan, had no fear of the defeats of the past period of time.

Two soldiers fought fiercely. Some people kept falling down, and hundreds of soldiers fell down forever at every moment. But both sides were fighting fiercely, and no one retreated.

"Why haven't Ma Ke and Wang Pu come yet?" Zu Dashou has rich experience in the battle formation. Although the Ming army had an unusual fighting spirit at this time, the Qing army's offensive on the battlefield was still too fierce. The Ming army was gradually at a disadvantage, especially after the artillery formation was seized. Ning Jinjun is still fighting with passion. But he knew that if no reinforcements came over, and when this bloody energy subsided, the Ming army would likely return to the same state of fear of Jianlu again.

Once you are at a disadvantage, you may collapse at any time.

Wu Sangui also discovered that the two of them had not arrived for a long time and was extremely angry.

"Come on, go and urge Wang Pu again, Ma Ke will come quickly!"

Wu Sangui turned to Zu Dashou and said, "I will transfer Ningyuan cavalry to the top for a while."

Zu Dashou looked hesitant, and then he grabbed his nephew.

“Something is not right.”

"What's wrong?"

Zu Dashou looked back at Yizhou.

At this time, Ma Ke was leading a cavalry to run towards this side in a panic, and behind them was a Qing cavalry pursuing rapidly.

"Defeated, defeated!"

As Marco arrived, there were countless panic shouts.

"What's going on?" Wu Sangui was furious.

Ma Ke ran over and shouted from afar, "The big thing is wrong. The big Qing enemy came from Guangning, and led the team with Prince Rui Dorgon, at least 20,000 elite cavalry of the Eight Banners of Manchu and Mongolia. They have defeated the general Liu Zhaoji's troops, and I can't resist it, and my subordinates have already dispersed."

Wu Sangui was stunned and couldn't believe it.

Guangning is just east of Yizhou, separated by a mountain, not far away.

Shi Tingzhu did not come alone to help, he was just a vanguard. The main force in the real rescue of Yizhou was the 20,000 elite cavalry led by Dorgon.

In the distance, the sound of hooves was like thunder, and the Nine Kings Dorgon arrived.

Wu Sangui's eyes were full of reluctance. He looked at the white flag opposite and vaguely saw Dorgon, the leader of the Zhengbai Banner under his command, Nurhaci's 14th son, who was the same year as him and was even a few months younger than him. He was the ninth king among Nurhaci's nephews, so he was also called the Nine Kings.

Now, his arrival has shattered Wu Sangui's plan to win Yizhou, and will even put him in a place of doom.

"Dorgon is here, there is no hope. Now I have to find a way to retreat immediately and save my military strength. Retreat!" Zu Dashou calmly persuaded his nephew.

The mountain is nine feet high, and the effort is in vain.

It's just a little bit, it's just a little bit Wu Sangui is about to win Yizhou.

But that's the difference, heaven goes from hell.

"Uncle, we fight them. We have an army of 120,000, and the Tartars plus reinforcements are only 50,000. As long as we withstand their offensive, we can win, at least stabilize the situation. Uncle, we cannot retreat now, once we withdraw, we will be over, and we will inevitably be defeated." Wu Sangui was unwilling to give up. He knew very well that if he retreated at this time, it would be very likely to turn into a major defeat. At that time, it would be hard to say how many soldiers he could bring back.

"Don't be stupid." Zu Dashou shouted, "In the current situation, let alone 120,000, or 240,000, we can't win. Ma Ke has been defeated, Liu Zhaoji has also been defeated, and there is no news from Wang Pu, but with this guy's character, I'm afraid he will run away as soon as possible. Just rely on our Ningjin towns, how can we block these blocks? If the cannons are still there, maybe there will be a chance, but now the cannons are in the hands of the Tartars, so what can we fight with the Tartars?"

"Listen to my advice, keep the green mountains here, and don't be afraid of burning firewood. What else can I do here? Think more about it, if we can withdraw with our troops, even if we only protect Ning Jin's elite, we can still maintain our status and not be pursued by the court. If we really fight all the Tartars here, then everything will be over. Without troops, no matter how brave you fight, you will be punished."

Since Yuan Chonghuan was killed, Zu Dashou has been guarding against the court and has always been unavailable. He deeply understood that the emperor killed Yuan Chonghuan, but did not pursue him, because their ancestors were generals in western Liaoning and had a great influence on the Liao soldiers. The tension in wars outside the pass made the emperor need him.

But if there are no soldiers in his hands, how could the emperor still tolerate them?

As for fighting with the Tartars, Zu Dashou didn't believe that he could fight, nor was he willing to fight. When he was in a down-wind situation, Ning Jin's soldiers could fight with all their passion. But how can he fight in this situation?

The situation on the battlefield changed rapidly, confirming Zu Dashou's words.

After Dorgon led 20,000 strong troops to fight from Guangning, the Ning Jin soldiers who were just bravely fighting against the Tartars on the battlefield immediately began to shake. The retreating Ming army soon appeared on the battlefield. Then the Ming army on the entire battlefield began to retreat, and soon retreated turned into an escape.

"The situation is over, run away!" Zu Dashou sighed long and began to ride his horse and flee.

Wu Sangui looked at the collapsed battlefield and felt heartbroken. He lost all his reputation for life. He wanted to rush up and fight the Tartars to the end, but in the end, he sighed, turned his horse's head and retreated south with his uncle Zu Dashou.

"Defeated, defeated!"

"Run!"

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The Ming army had even lost its decent retreat, but they only took care of their own escape and fled in scattered places. The camp tents, supplies, and everything was left behind. The soldiers and horses of the five towns of Ningjin, who were fighting together, even fled in scattered places at this time. Wu Sangui and Zu Dashou only brought one cavalry and could not control other troops at all.

"My cannon!" Wu Sangui rode on the horse and couldn't help but look back at the Ningyuan artillery formation in the south of the city. The artillery he had tried his best to exchange for from Liu Jun was completely gone. (To be continued.)
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