"It's over, it's over..." Zhou Daniu's words were already filled with crying. The young man from the Liaodong Central Guard had a big waist and a round waist. He was a rare big head at that time. His arms were thick and strong. He could carry the whole log on his shoulders and walk with a big walk. He had a good temper. When he first arrived at the military camp, he was bullied by veterans. Fortunately, Yang Yi, a man from a career, became his leader, so he protected him. Thinking of his mother and young son at home, Zhou Daniu almost cried out.

People like fighting and fighting are actually not afraid. They have to fight and fight when they join the army, and there is a risk of death. However, these soldiers including Zhou Daniu don’t want to take such a meager monthly salary and the deducted An family money to fight such an inexplicable battle!

Cheng Fang sneered with red eyes: "Our general, hey, hey."

Yang Yi was also full of despair. This time the battle was inexplicable, and the 20,000 brothers died inexplicably. Only the general officer who led them to pounce under the Jilin cliff had another round of wine at this time, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

With such a Shangguan, should I give my life here for no reason?

There were buzzing sounds everywhere, whether it was Xuanfu soldiers, Datong soldiers, Shaanxi soldiers, Yansui soldiers, Jizhen soldiers, Liaozhen soldiers, and the soldiers of each town spoke different accents and said the same content. Almost in an instant, the morale of the Ming army was so low that it was unimaginable. If these more than 10,000 people were not the elite troops of each town carefully selected by Du Song and Yang Hao, after knowing that Sarhu's friendly troops were completely destroyed, the Ming army here might have begun to flee.

"Don't run to the river later."

The 100-year-old general in Xuanfu was in charge of commanding the soldiers. After letting the pond horse go, the 100-year-old general summoned his subordinates and said in a deep voice: "Everyone should fight hard. It's best to be able to defeat Jiannu. However, this battle is very lingering, and people will definitely fight with more and less. We will still fight to the death here. If we really can't stand it, everyone should not go to the river. Go there will definitely die. Run from here to the north of the mountain and drill into the forest. Jiannu will not chase him too seriously. There is also our northern army there. I guess the baggage camp has also gone there. If everyone wants to survive, they can only go there."

After saying that, President Bai nodded and rode his horse on his own.

Yang Yi looked around and said to everyone: "Have you heard it clearly?"

Zhou Daniu, Cheng Fang and Li Mingli and others nodded desperately, and Yang Yi said: "If you really want to lose, you can leave first. Mingli and I have never married."

Li Mingli looked indifferent: "Living is a burden these days, and if you really die, you will be over. Don't worry, Yang Boer, I will definitely follow you."

"Stop talking." Yang Yi sat down again, and this time he felt much more at ease. He said, "No matter what the superiors do, we will do our duty, and the following will be left to fate."

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There were messy everywhere under Jilin Cliff. The Ming army, which was still in the offensive just now, was constantly pressing down. Before dark, there were dark groups of Jurchens near Jilin Cliff and Jiefan City. However, Du Song and others had already discovered that there were very few Jurchen soldiers on the mountain, with a total of not more than two thousand people. Most of them were ordinary flag soldiers without armor. However, the number of people was far beyond expectations. At first, Du Song thought there were only one or two thousand defenders here. He brought more than 10,000 elite soldiers across the river, so he could quickly conquer Jilin Cliff and take down Jiefan City. As a result, there are more and more guards on Jilin Cliff. Although the sky was dim, it was obvious that a large number of Jiannu rushed from the other end of the foothills of Tiebei Mountain to the ridge, and then used strong bows and arrows to fight back continuously until the Ming army was defeated step by step.

More cavalry surged from the riverside, mountains, valley entrances, and dense forests. The sun had completely set. The sky was dim. The Ming army only heard the sound of trumpets and dense troops constantly emerged. At this time, the fool also understood that the Ming army of Sarhu was indeed finished. Otherwise, Jiannu would have no way to ignore it and mobilize the army here. Judging from the number of troops, there were tens of thousands, plus the 10,000 or 20,000 people on Jilin Cliff and Iron Back. It should be the entire Eight Banners Banners here.

The intense drums and whistles came from the Central Army, and then General Du and more than a dozen military officers, guerrillas, Dushi, garrisons and other military officers came out of the Central Army. The servants of each of them were already covered in iron armor and followed their chief generals closely.

Then the cavalry sent orders, and the elite soldiers wearing iron armor and cotton armor were gradually mobilized to the bottom of Jilin cliffs.

Under the counterattack of these elite Ming troops, the offensive of the Eight Banners soldiers who were captured from the bottom of the mountain was gradually restrained. The Ming army fought with them for more than ten formations and killed hundreds of people. They also paid a considerable price, but they only stopped the opponent's offensive. The Ming army's front line was still maintained at the middle of the mountain, and it was still an impossible task to completely attack the cliff.

"Immediately, the general ordered the fire!"

The Central Army sent orders again, and dozens of pond horses were sent orders everywhere. At this time, it was already dark and the Ming army's banner was useless. Du Song ordered the entire army to light torches and prepare for night battles.

In fact, it is impossible to fight overnight. The Eight Banners are all here, and the number of troops is at least six times that of the Ming army. Moreover, from the river bank to the plains, to the mountain slopes, from the outside to the inside, from the top to the bottom, the Jurchen side not only has an absolute advantage in terms of numbers, but also has a completely overwhelming advantage in terms of geographical advantages. As for people and this thing, it is directly a point of view of morale. It is obvious that the high morale side does not belong to the Ming army.

If you dare not ignite the fire at night, you will have to fight in a mess. The Ming army, which accounts for a small number of people, will die in a dawn, and many people will probably not survive.

With Jun Song's crazy personality, it is better to understand it than to die in a confused manner. It is normal to ignite the military order.

"Fuck, what's the hell, Du Song is such a fucking fool..."

Yang Yi and his wife opened the fire pot in a hurry, blew up the sparks, and then lit the pine torch. The president of Xuanfu Town not far away was already cursing. Yang Yi listened in a slight manner. It seemed that the president of the 100 complained that he could not ignite the fire in such a situation, and he could not use all his belongings to continue attacking Jilin Cliff. He fought at night in the ring formation and did not ignite the fire. He fought until after dawn. Reinforcements might arrive and threaten the Jurchens behind him. If there was a little fire, everyone would be dead.

The president was wearing a sixth-rank military officer's uniform. When he was scolding, a Qianmao came to dissuade him. However, after a few words of persuasion, even the Qianmao of Xuanfu started to curse him.

Fortunately, after a few words of cursing, the two military officers put out the fire and began to shout the soldiers to form formations and prepare to fight against the enemy.

The torches were lit in sequence.

From the hillside to the plain valley, the gaps between the dense forests were filled with lights of torches. The Ming army lit more than a thousand torches. Most of the troops were war soldiers, and some auxiliary soldiers and civilians were also responsible for illuminating the torches with them. Some injured soldiers were also responsible for doing such things.

There was no trace of light that was already dark, the moon had not yet risen, and the starlight was also covered by dark clouds. It seemed that there were only lights illuminated by these torches between the sky and the earth.

Under the light, the Jurchens coming from the hillside and around were clearly seen. Military officers from all levels kept calling for the musketeers to concentrate, and then the sounds of musketeers sounded.

The Ming army ignited the muskets. Because they were all elite troops mobilized, the level of muskets was much higher than that of the muskets in Sarhu Valley. The muskets were constantly being driven in batches, mainly against the Later Jin soldiers who came down from Tiebei Mountain. The firelight at the muskets kept hitting the hillsides and dense forests, and the dead branches in the woods were constantly splashed and dropped. Under the flames, the soil and the remaining snow were knocked into the air. Yang Yi looked there and felt that he was in a particularly strange space. Everything in front of him seemed to be in a particularly strange and magnificent dream. On such a battlefield where his life was in a moment, a smile appeared on his face.

The Jurchens' horn sounded again. In the dark, there were thousands of troops mobilizing, and there were horse hooves everywhere, people shouting, horns and military orders sounded one after another. The Jurchens were constantly mobilizing troops and adjusting their attack positions. The Ming army continued to attack the dark with open attacks, using muskets to attack the enemy of countless people in the dark.

At this time, I am afraid that from Juniper to the bottom of the soldiers would be extremely regretful. If Juniper did not advance and the baggage camp followed him, relying on the over a hundred large guns and Folang machines, as well as the chariots set up by the big chariots, the chariots, and the chariots, they kept firing at these enemies with cannons and Folang machines, what kind of battle results would they create at this time?

The Jurchens finally started the attack.

The sound of the bowstrings kept ringing, and in the night there were countless people shooting arrows. The Ming army was in the bright spot and the Jurchens were in the dark. The Ming army was simply the targets that were ready in the eyes of others. The arrows in the sky were so dense that they could be seen clearly by the light of the torch. The arrows flew over and made rustling sounds in the air, just like when the dense forest was blown by the wind. Heavy arrows kept falling down, hitting targets under the torch, from the head, neck, chest, and back

The back, arms, thighs, and feet were constantly shot into the human body. The Ming army was shot and sent out a series of tragic sirens. Some were short-lived. Those who were shot into the vitals died without any pain. Some were shot into the thighs, arms, and screamed long and powerfully. After a few strong wills, they gritted their teeth and continued to fight. The people who were shot into the vitals of the chest or the abdomen kept screaming, then moaned, and then made a dying sound of inverted breath.

A small number of horses from the Ming army were also shot. The horses were jumping in the rain of arrows, constantly being caught in arrows, making squealing sounds. People didn't care about them, and the war horses that were unattended were running around in the formation.

More Ming army infantry began to take the initiative, Xuanfu soldiers, Datong soldiers, and Qin soldiers in the northwest, their will was extremely strong and firm, and their combat skills were also excellent. Under the leadership of the hundreds and thousands of officers, these ordinary battalions burst out with extremely firm will. They rushed to the valley to the east, where there were large areas of horizons and the Jurchens gathered the most. The battalions were mixed with some horse-riding servants. They were led by guerrilla generals or gang generals, forming sharp assault formations and soon fought with the Jurchens. Then there were waves of metal clashing sounds that made people sour and add to the sore weapons.
Chapter completed!