As noon approached, the sun gradually unfolded in the sky, and the battle formations of Wu Sangui and the three troops gradually advanced to about one mile of Haicheng and entered the dangerous area.

At this time, standing on the head of Haicheng, looking around, Wu Sangui, Bai Guangen and Tang Tong were like three polluted red tides. With the help of the continuous fortifications behind him, they were about to hit the "dike" of Haicheng.

After all, he is an elite from Jiubian.

Whether it is Wu Sangui, Bai Guangen, or Tang Tong, no matter whether their reputation is good or bad, they are all outstanding people of this era and experienced in battle formations. The three battle formations are regular and the fortifications are very reasonable. This depth and ductility have been spread out.

Xu Changqing couldn't help but nodded secretly.

Compared with the utilitarian nature or wild paths of the Qing army's fortifications, Wu Sangui's three divisions seemed to be a professional, and they were well combined with theory and practice, and basically no mistakes were found. If Haicheng had not had strong strategic reservations and reserves, Xu Changqing would have been too imposing.

After all, it is the Han people who understand Han people better, after all, it is a product from a system.

They understand better how to use their own advantages to suppress Haicheng's advantages.

Don’t think that Guanning or other elite soldiers on the nine sides are the most powerful ones, cavalry and cavalry warfare. Even in Guanning, cavalry only accounts for a small part. What they are best at is infantry defense!

Consciousness determines form.

Since the "Tumu Fort Change" that year, the Ming army has basically completely lost its ability to go out of the frontier. When facing various Mongolian tribes, the general trend has completely changed to defense. In this way, the cavalry not only shouldered some tasks at night, but also suppressed the internal forces...

If it is in a state, it is basically impossible for Wu Sangui and the three units to make steady progress.

Because whether they face the Qing army or the Mongols, they may have been washed away before they even stood firm.

But at this time!

With the main force of the Qing army behind their backs, the cavalry of the Model Army was not strong enough to pose a threat to them, and their background and advantages gradually spread.

"Haha, the Regent, are they elite troops of the Ming army? They are still available."

The battle formation of the Qing army was about to enter the rhythm when the three divisions saw that they were about to enter the rhythm. Jirgalang was in a very good mood, and he smiled and looked at Dorgon.

Dorgon naturally understood what Jiergalang meant, and nodded with a smile: "Since that's the case, let Zu Zerun serve as a backup."

Jirhalang's eyes lit up and he hurriedly bowed and smiled: "Regent Yingming."

Soon, about three or four thousand elites from the ancestors who had been reorganized were also pushed forward from behind.

Wu Sangui received the news soon.

Xie Sixin couldn't help but say in a low voice: "Shishuai, we may have to die ahead..."

Wu Sangui's face was solemn, but his eyes were bright: "It's okay! Let's do our best!"

On the other hand, Bai Guangen and Tang Tong also received the news soon, and their faces were a little unfavorable for a moment.

This is a fucking way out and I won’t leave them any way out!

But at this time, people were the slaughter and the fish were the meat, so they could not help but gritted their teeth and continued to push forward.

On the top of Haicheng City, Wu Sangui and his three troops were about to enter the second trench in Haicheng, and were about to enter the range of the model army's catapults. Wu Xiang couldn't help but raise his heart to his throat.

Can their Guanning men resist the power of the model army?

As Wu Sangui's Guanning tribe took the lead in entering this super dangerous area, everyone's hearts rose up.

The war is about to break out!

...

At the same time.

To the north of Qinchuan and on the bank of the rolling white water, the Emperor of Dashun Kingdom, Li Zicheng, had personally come here to supervise the battle. Opposite the semi-degraded Baishui River, there was a huge camp of Haoge Zhenglan Banner for several miles.

“These days, the Tartars can

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Have any action?"

Li Zicheng asked the main general Yuan Zongdi here with a little coldness.

Although he ascended the throne in the capital, he was chased by the Qing army to Qinchuan, just like a dog, before he could sit down. Li Zicheng was in a bad mood.

The key is that although Li Zicheng is from Qinchuan, he does not have much support in Qinchuan. Everyone looks down on him as poor as a poor person...

At this time, Xijing was in a panic. It was difficult and hard to maintain Xijing for the time being and let him return to the war he was best at.

Yuan Zongdi hurriedly said respectfully: "Emperor, I don't know what's going on. The Tartars began to restrain themselves five or six days ago. Apart from using a roar to block the banks of the Baishui River, they did not act too rashly. My subordinates, and I vaguely heard some news that could not tell the truth and fake for the time being, which may have a great relationship with it..."

"Um?"

"What news?"

Li Zicheng hurriedly looked at Yuan Zongdi's eyes.

This is also the greatest sorrow of the refugee army.

When he was in power, there were countless vassals in the world, which made Li Zicheng easily have an illusion that the general trend of the world was under his control.

However!

After being rushed by the sharp edge of the Qing army, many things quickly entered the rhythm of collapse.

At this time, even though they retreated to Qinchuan, the main roads entering and leaving Qinchuan were stuck by the Qing army. They were completely deaf and blind, and had almost no judgment on the overall situation. They could only focus on their own land.

Yuan Zongdi actually received some news three days ago.

But the source of this news was not correct enough. It was reported by the people across the Baishui River. It looked like the "wind news" and could not be confirmed. Therefore, he did not report it to Li Zicheng immediately.

But at this time, after carefully observing the battle formation of Haoge's troops, Haoge, who had always been tyrannical and arrogant, began to be honest, and Yuan Zongdi also began to think more seriously about the correctness of the news, and basically made a judgment in his heart.

"The emperor, yes, it is about Xu Changqing, the eldest son of Zhongyi. It seems that there are rumors that Xu Changqing set up a precise ambush at Shanhaiguan some time ago, defeated Du Du's troops with red flags, and brought the royal court of the Qing Dynasty. Even the young emperor of Shunzhi fell into his hands. Now, the main forces of the Qing army have gathered towards Haicheng, and Haoge dared not move around here..."

"What?"

"Actually, is this happening?!"

Even though Li Zicheng had a big heart far beyond ordinary people, Mu Ran was still a little confused when he heard this news.

The Battle of Shanhaiguan is simply a nightmare that he will never get rid of in his life. But, not long after he tragically retreated to his old nest, Qinchuan, Xu Changqing actually brought the royal court of the Qing Dynasty there...

This is no longer a slap in the face, it is simply a skin-breaking.

Li Zicheng has been living for most of his life, but he can't even reach the bottom of Xu Changqing...

Fortunately, Li Zicheng is not an ordinary person after all!

Even if Xu Changqing was compared, he quickly focused on the overall situation.

If this is true... then Qin Chuan's crisis may be solved!

You know, when he came to Baishui this time, in fact, Dashun had reached an agreement in the country that he was preparing to give up Xijing and retreat to Huguang in the south.

The main reason is that the battle of a stone was too hurt, and they had to find a stable place to recuperate and then make a comeback.

Who would have thought that Xu Changqing would give him such a big gift...

Although his heart was in agitation and was simply overwhelming, Li Zicheng did not reveal anything on his face and looked at Yuan Zongdi and said, "Is the news accurate?"

Yuan Zongdi gritted his teeth and said, "In the opinion of his subordinates, he is afraid that eight or nine will not leave ten. Emperor, it is not difficult to determine whether the news is accurate. But if you ask someone to go to Tongguan and ask about the movements of the Ajige tribe, you will be very different."

Li Zicheng made a decision in a moment, "Old Yuan, I'll ask you here! I'll go to Tongguan now!"

...

Just as Li Zicheng rushed towards

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During Tongguan, the battle was officially unfolding outside Haicheng.

As the auxiliary soldiers of Wu Sangui's three divisions began to fill the second trench, thousands of catapults on the top of Haicheng City seemed to have been injected with chicken blood and fired without mercy.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang bang bang bang..."

For a moment, the sky was covered by a terrifying meteor shower, and countless flowering bullets were burning with violent fuses flying by. In the violent explosion, the rich smell of gunpowder continued to spread.

"Look down!"

"Look down quickly!"

"Pile sand bags in front, don't look up!"

"It all shrank behind the earthen wall..."

The quality of auxiliary soldiers is much higher than that of civilians.

As countless generals and officials in the three ministries shouted desperately, countless auxiliary soldiers lie down on the spot, looking for cover, like rats, and could not raise their heads at all.

But they did a lot of work to fill the second trench, and the preparations here alone took more than an hour.

Near the second trench, there were earth walls and pits of all sizes everywhere. As soon as the Model Army's flowering bullet attack began, they quickly hid in the bunker to avoid it.

Soon, the Model Army had five or six rounds of flowering bullets attacks, and the entire battlefield was full of chaos. In the smoke of gunpowder, countless three auxiliary soldiers turned like gray rats, and did not dare to move.

But this kind of blow that is almost indiscriminate is not effective!

The range of the catapult was still too close. Many auxiliary soldiers from Wu Sangui's three units built a large number of bunker fortifications around the catapult. Like the red cannon in front, the suppression force was absolutely enough, but it was difficult to cause substantial damage to them.

"My mom, monkey spirit!"
To be continued...