In the central battlefield, the Han army archers were still shooting at gunners. From time to time, some people fell down. Whether it was the gunners shot by arrows or the archers who fell down, they were almost the same. Both sides were always fighting for consumption. The gunners were protected by long fences. The Han army armored soldiers and flag deputies were also afraid of close-range volleys and never dared to break out again to suppress the gunner's defensive front. If the fence was opened, the Han army armored soldiers and flag deputies would have the power of force, which was indeed not a wise decision.

"The left wing can't stand it anymore..." Although Zhang Chunniu was persuaded, his face was still very nervous.

Dull screams and slashing sounds came from the left wing, and the last drop of blood was almost drained from both sides. Both sides fought to the death, and no side could accept the result of defeat.

At this time, the situation suddenly changed.

The sky turned black from the sunny day that shone through thousands of miles. Dark clouds floated over, and then the wind blew up, and the sand and soil dust were blown up by the wind, slapped on people's faces, making people unable to open their eyes.

Then the raindrops as big as beans fell down, without thunder or lightning. From the rising wind to the falling rain, it only took more than a dozen breaths.

The heavy rain fell in an instant, and the wind blew up, and the battlefield immediately became a dark world. The archers and the gunmen fired immediately. The gunmen received the orders and protected the muskets immediately. In contrast, the Han army had hesitated a lot. They did not receive the orders and dared not stop the tactical actions.

Soon the order from the Later Jin side was issued, and the Han army in the middle immediately retreated, and the armored soldiers covered the Han army's archers and the flag-divine archers retreated. The fighting between the two armies stopped on the battlefield on the left wing. The soldiers of the two armies looked at each other and stared at each other fiercely. The Jurchens had a slight advantage, but without the cooperation of the archers, it was obvious that it would be impossible to take the opposite position. They could only retreat slowly. When they retreated, many flag-divine archers dressed in mail took the bows and arrows and cooperated with the soldiers to drag the dead and wounded armored soldiers on the ground back to their positions.

He Yusheng's people were also dragging their comrades. The swords and axes of the soldiers of the two armies were still bright, but they no longer wanted to continue fighting.

The rain quickly wet the ground, and the rain and blood were mixed together. The dragged people, whether the dead or the injured, were still bleeding. Many people had huge bloody mouths on their bodies, and blood was still pouring out. Many soldiers had their arms or thighs cut off, and their bodies dragged out obvious blood marks on the wet black soil.

When the soldiers retreated to the chariot formation, the gunmen who had been waiting in the inside rushed out and helped the soldiers carry the injured brother's robes in.

"Doctor, military doctor, medical nurse..."

The shouts spread in the sound of rain.

The soldiers couldn't wait to sit down, and they were panting like cows. Many people didn't even have the strength to remove their armor. Their hands were trembling. Although they had been fighting hard just now, they were actually just a breath of breath. Now when they returned to their own array, they were surrounded by brothers and partners who could entrust life and death. They relaxed their spirits all at once. Only then did everyone feel that they had exhausted their energy and could no longer hold on.

Many gunmen came up to help, and they helped the armor remove the heavy iron armor. Although it was raining heavily, it could still be seen that every warrior and gunmen who went to fight.

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) The robes on your body were soaked with sweat.

Many people's armor was covered with blood, and was washed by the rain, and the blood spread like clouds in the puddle. The soldiers didn't care about these. They sat cross-legged on the ground mixed with mud and blood, gasping for breath, staring at the brothers who were carried away. When they saw that many people were seriously injured, tears came from the eyes of these men who were not afraid on the battlefield. They did not make a sound. Everyone knew that the military doctor would do everything to treat these seriously injured soldiers, but whether they could survive was not to see whether the military doctor had the care of their hearts. Whether they survived after being seriously injured was more about their personal constitution and will.

There are still many shortcomings in the medical skills of this era. The treatment of seriously injured people can only be done to do their best and leave their will...

"Good job, brothers."

The bald man rushed over, not caring about his identity and the heavy rain in the sky. He grinned, not knowing whether it was rain or tears in his eyes. At this time, he didn't care about everything, but only knew to rush into his subordinates, constantly slapping every soldier sitting on the ground and resting, and hugging these soldiers who were tired to the bone... At this time, the identity of the officer was completely abandoned. As for the rain in the world and the blood on people's bodies, it doesn't have to take it seriously!

Mandalhan's face was so gloomy that it could squeeze out water, which was even more gloomy than the weather in the sky.

This war can come to an end here, and I can only wait three to five days. I originally wanted to stop the Ming army's transportation to the Thirteen Mountains before the main forces of Amin and Daishan came back, and used facts to beat the two red flags and blue flags. Although it did not lead to a crushing defeat, the results of the battle were still not satisfactory... There was no gap opened and it could not pose a threat to the Ming army at Gukou. In these days, the Ming army would definitely shrink completely and gradually stop the transportation of food on the mountain, but the personnel at Gukoukou were at Gukou.

,Food, either sent away or transported up the mountain. The Ming army and mountain people on the mountain can calmly digest the supplies and send the personnel away. When Dai Shan and the others rushed back, the mountain pass must be guarded again. The guards on the mountain got a large amount of supplies and military supplies, and sent away the elderly, weak, sick and disabled, with high morale, and the terrain was dangerous. Such a strong attack on the mountain was originally unrealistic. There were internal support and opportunities. Without internal support, they could only use the method of siege. Now both internal support and siege are not available...

Mandahrhan was not a completely crude man. Before he left, Huang Taiji once mentioned his orders and gave more advice. This Jurchen man was actually very clear about the importance of the Thirteen Mountains. However, the upper class was intrigue, Dai Shan and Amin were determined to watch jokes, and they also paid too much attention to winning over the Mongolians on the grassland...

Mandarhan spitted heavily into the rain. His fucking Mongolians were just a group of wild dogs. They would follow them if they had meat, and would bare their teeth at their owners if they didn't have food. If you are weak, these dogs would dare to come and bite you and eat your meat!

There is a use of winning over. If you conquer someone, you will naturally come over. Without strong force and strength, everything Daishan and Amin did on the grassland, including any alliance, is all false, and they are useless!

Li Yongfang has been standing in the rain, letting the rain pour him into a chicken.

At this time, I don’t care about his aging body anymore. To be fair, the performance of the Han army today

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) It is remarkable. Although it is not responsible for the main attack, it involves considerable combat power of the opponent's army. Until the rain falls, the Han army is always fighting. Although deserters are constantly appearing, large-scale defeats did not occur under the ruthless hands of the Jurchens' supervision team. With the support of the Jurchens to the Han army, this performance is already very rare.

But Li Yongfang also knew in his heart that the dual failure of attack on the Thirteen Mountains and the siege of the siege must be blamed. Huang Taiji has indeed been advocating this matter and has also mobilized his own Zhengbai Banner. However, as Huang Taiji is the identity of Huang Taiji, one of the four major belles, the leader of the banner, and is highly trusted by Lao Khan. These things cannot be shaken by a failure. Moreover, Huang Taiji only promoted this matter. The heads in front were Dai Shan and Amin. How could these two banner owners Da Beile bear the responsibility for failure?

After all, it was only his surrender who would be the one who would be worthless to take the blame. This time I went back, I don’t know what the consequences would be. What does this little rain fall on my body?

Li Mingli and others staggered back.

He was carrying a seriously injured Han army on his back, moaning softly in his ears. The Han army was shot in the abdomen, and the bullet made a huge wound in his abdomen. When everyone was retreating in a hurry, Li Mingli carried the seriously injured Han army back before leaving.

At most, other Han soldiers were shot in their arms or legs, and their companions who were not seriously injured and had friendship were brought back. Li Mingli did not have many friends in the Han army. Seeing him struggling forward in the mud and water, he carried a seriously injured brother back. The rest of the Han soldiers saw it, and in their originally indifferent eyes, he felt a little moved and admiration.

Everyone didn't care about anything else and quickly took off the bowstring and put it away. The Jurchens' military law was very strict and fierce. If there was any damage to the Han army's weapons, they would whip and behead them at the least, and there would be no room for negotiation.

People stood in mud and water, and after putting away their bowstrings, the clothes were wet. Some Han soldiers wearing cotton armor were so heavy that they could not stand straight. Their physical strength was also consumed a lot, but no auxiliary soldiers came to help them remove their armor. Most of the Han soldiers had coats, but the long-term war was consumed a lot. The coats were sent out to search for the remaining residents and find food. Moreover, there were quite a lot of Han soldiers who had no coats at all and could only rely on themselves.

The Han soldiers could only help each other to remove their armor. They were tired and hungry, and their stomachs, which were not full, became empty and deflated after a fierce battle. They consumed too much physical strength, and their fingers were trembling. The hungry in front of them became black. The rain poured on their bodies made their bodies gradually become cold. If they were slightly weak, they would be afraid that they would not be able to hold on at all and they would faint.

The Jurchens also returned. They kept some coats to help them take off their armor. They also had sheds to shelter. When the Han army was shaking in the rain and mud, the Jurchens could at least change into dry robes.

The wounded soldiers were all thrown into the rain, and the big men above had not made the final decision yet. Mandalhan might want to wait for the rain to stop and attack again. Look at the depth. Of course, Li Yongfang felt that there was no hope, but he was not inconvenient to object. The upper level was not willing to fail, and only suffered these Han soldiers who were soaking in the mud.

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