Sony personally led the team, changed the way of charging across the board, and concentrated on attacking the city. Looking up at the city, the Qing army was like a long black dragon, clamping with rolling smoke and dust, and hit the Ming army hard, with its momentum even better than before.

Zhao Shuxiang and others on the city tower were a little annoyed. Unexpectedly, this move made the Tartars think of burning their boats. Isn’t this helping? But at this point, they just want to do nothing.

"Hurry, push the cart behind you up." Sun Kexian shouted loudly, as the saying goes, one go, and then exhausts, and then declines. The Qing army seemed to be coming in full force. This was basically the last struggle of the other party, and it could not be stopped. He could only watch the fat meat from his hands flying away and blocked it. The Qing army basically had no room for another turnover.

The large carts were pushed by the Yulin Guards and turned rapidly. They wanted to set up a second line of defense in front of the Qing army's attack. The Yulin Guard in front was serious and silently counted the distance between the two sides.

"Let it go." Du Dashan ordered.

"Boom." Yulin Guard's cannon was powerful first, and dozens of shells fell among the white-armored soldiers who were charging. The armor on the most elite white-armored soldiers was like paper-paste, cut by splashing shrapnel. The human body suddenly fell to the ground several times, and a large area of ​​the white-armored soldiers who were charging suddenly appeared in the middle.

A shell exploded only a few steps away from Sony. The love horse under his straddle screamed, and a big hole was cut by shrapnel in his abdomen, blood flowed out, and the horse's hooves softened, throwing Sony off the horse's back and throwing it to the ground.

"Ama."

"Master."

Seeing this scene, Soetu and Sony's Goshha were so scared that their heart almost stopped beating. They hurriedly tied the reins and protected Sony around them, preventing the cavalry from stepping on them.

Sony climbed up from the ground, shook his head, and felt his ears buzzing. He glanced at Aima. Aima saw Sony get up, struggled for several times and couldn't stand up. Tears suddenly flowed down. The horse has been following him for nearly ten years, and is still in his prime, but now he is dead here. Seeing his Aima look, Sony can't help but feel like a hero ends.

"Ama, ride my ground horse." Soetu jumped out of the horse's back and led out his own ground red horse.

Sony looked at his son. The sound of muskets in the Ming army in front had already sounded. The war horses were crying. Before he died, screams were clearly heard. He did not pick up his son's ground horse. Instead, he stepped on a ground horse led by Goshha. He raised his sword in his hand and stared at the front.

"Master! Master!" Seeing Sony, it was fine. All the Digoshha cried with joy and cheered.

"Run!" Sony pointed to the front of his sword and charged again. Dozens of Goshha hugged him tightly in the middle. Soetu also turned over and followed behind.

After leaving hundreds of corpses in front of him, the white-armored soldiers finally broke through the Ming army's defense line and entered a place several steps away from the Ming army. A man slashed down like lightning in his hand. He cut off the head of a Yulin Guard who was loading the ground. Seeing the head of a rolling ground, the man was overjoyed and shouted: "Kill!"

He had already seen a look of panic in the eyes of a Ming army in front of him. Just as he was about to continue chopping down with a long knife, he suddenly felt a force hit on his chest by something. A severe pain came. Then the strength disappeared. The long knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clang and fell on the horse. However, a Ming army behind him saw the crisis and solved him with a musket.

There were one and two, and several Qing troops rushed to the front of the Ming army, killing several Yulin guards before being shot dead. However, in this way, the Ming army could no longer blockade with bullets. More Qing troops rushed in. When they got closer, there was no time to use the grenades. Seeing that the Qing army was about to rush into the Ming army array, several clear orders came: "Retreat!"

The Ming army, which was lined up just now, heard the sound of retreating, and no longer cared about maintaining the team. He dragged his musket and fled in all directions. In the blink of an eye, the entire Ming army collapsed.

"Hurry, fire the cannon, fire the cannon forward." Du Dashan could see clearly and shouted loudly.

"General, no, the gun barrel is too hot, and it will explode if it is opened again." A hundred artillery soldier said with a bitter face. At present, there were more than ten or twenty shells in each cannon, and even the entire gun barrel was about to turn red. If someone accidentally touched the gun body with his hand, it would immediately make a sound, and his whole hand would smoke. Even the wet rag was placed on the gun barrel.

"Then, cool down quickly." Du Dashan said helplessly.

“Yes, General.

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Seeing the Ming army fleeing everywhere, Manren's white-armored soldiers were stunned for a moment and were immediately overjoyed. This kind of pursuit from behind was Manren's best game, but they had not had such a happy feeling for a long time in recent years: "Kill, kill the bright dog."

Hundreds of white-armored soldiers in the front shouted wildly, they slapped the war horses and laughed wildly. At this moment, their roles changed, and the pigs and sheep were slaughtered by the Ming army.

For the butcher.

Bang!" Countless gunfires sounded again, pulling Man from the butcher's fantasy back to reality. At this moment, it seemed as if time had stopped. Man, who was chasing the Ming army, suddenly acted as if he was imposing a fixed posture, stood still, and then planted from the horse's back without saying a word. Blood flowed out, dyeing the soil on the ground into purple and black.

The man behind was shocked. At some point, the Ming army had built a second line of defense in the chariot formation. Behind the chariot formation, rows of Ming troops were shooting, while the scattered Ming army in front was lying on the ground, drilling under the chariot formation, and then reorganizing the team.

"Kill!" The unwilling Manren rushed back to the second line of defense of the Ming army. The gunshots were loudly loud, and Manren who charged fell down like cutting wheat. Both sides replied to the scene when Manren first attacked. The Qing army suffered countless casualties but only moved the Ming army's chariot formation back a hundred steps.

"Okay." On the top of the city, Xie Qian, Ding Keze and others were all excited and cheered for the performance of the Yulin Guards below. Xie Qian and the others could even see that the Yulin Guards were preparing for the third line of defense. Even if the Qing army still had the ability to break through the second line, they would never have the ability to break through the third line again.

Seeing the man hitting the second line of defense, Sun Kexian breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it was so dangerous. If there weren't enough vehicles, they only needed to be on guard. Today's vehicle formation would really break the Tartars. In this way, not only will the casualties of Liuying increase greatly, but the Qing army would not be able to stop him if he left. Then he remembered that it seemed that he hadn't heard the cannons for a long time. He turned his head to a messenger and said, "Ask Du Dashan, what's going on, why don't you fire the cannon?"

As soon as Sun Kexian's words fell, "Boom." The earth-shaking sound of cannons fell again, and high smoke and dust splashed out from the Qing army's attacking team, swallowing a large area of ​​people in the smoke.

"Master, no more. There are less than 500 people in the Zhenghuang Banner. Let everyone retreat." Niu Lu begged to Sony with tears on his face.

Two thousand white-armored soldiers died in the attack more than ten days ago, but now there are less than five hundred people. More than one thousand people have died in the charge just now. Even if the white-armored soldiers are so elite, nearly 70% of them died, the rest could not help but hesitate. When they heard the words of Niu Lu, many people looked at the commander with hope.

"Puff" Sony's long sword stabbed into Niu Lu's stomach. The Niu Lu's face was full of incredible expressions. He fell to the ground with a bang. Sony raised the blood-stained sword, and his face was ferocious: "I dare to say anything again and step back and slash the whole army forward!"

"Run!" Seeing this scene, the other white-armored soldiers knew that they had no room to retreat or stop, and started to attack again.

"Prince, Prince, stop for a moment, and if we continue to fight, our army will be gone." On the other side, Geng Zhongming's men were also seriously injured, and a subordinate pulled Geng Zhongming's horse head to persuade the road.

The golden helmet on Geng Zhongming's head had fallen to some extent. His clothes were covered with blood and blood. He had long lost the prince's majesty. His face was gray. He also charged forward several times. However, these blood stains were stained by his personal guards when he sacrificed with his body. Without the guards of his subordinates, he had already died a few times.

Hearing the words of his subordinates, Geng Zhongming's lips: "So what if I'm exhausted? If I can't rush out, what's the use of keeping people?" For Geng Zhongming, this is true. Since the rebellion of Shandong, he followed Kong Youde and Shang Kexi and the other two crossed the sea to Huang Taiji, their path was destined to be impossible to turn back. They killed a lot in Shandong, but in the end they still died in Shandong. Geng Zhongming only felt that it seemed as if it was God's will in the dark.

Hearing Geng Zhongming's words, the other generals could only exchange helpless glances. If Geng Zhongming asked for surrender to the Ming Dynasty again, would there be a good ending? It's just that the rest of them might be able to save their lives, but they can't say this in person.

Along the south gate to the outer wall of Xicheng, a team of thousands of people was moving quickly. Although the speed was already extremely fast, the leader of this team, Lu Zhengxian, still kept urging him. His subordinates claimed to be a fierce camp and naturally did not move slowly. However, when he heard the rumbling guns and cannons from Ximen, he wished that he and his subordinates could fly like tigers with wings.

The Qingzhou city wall is already wide, and there is a moat outside. Although it only takes one quarter of the city from the south gate to the west gate, the straight line distance may be less than six or seven miles. After a curved circle, it is more than twenty miles away. In addition, there are only sheep intestinal paths in some places. The troops need to walk on the farmlands, so the speed is naturally not fast. It took more than an hour to fly on the official road and you can already see the smoke of gunpowder fighting in front of you.
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