Anti Qing

Queen 7
Shang Shan, Beizi of Gushan with the red flag inlaid with the Qing army, did not expect that under the gully, which was thought to be an excellent place to set up an ambush, now it has become a tomb carefully selected for himself!

The Dashun army robbed the camp this time, uncharacteristically, they chose to march in concealment, and discovered the location of the ambush in advance, and threw a round of arrows downward.

After learning that the location of the ambush was exposed, Shang Shan did not panic, but took the lead and led his men up the gully to attack the right flank of the Dashun Army.

The Manchurian guards were all thick-backed and fierce-looking, and the wide-edged goose-wing sabers they used were thicker and heavier than most of the waist sabers of the Ming army, and they could be used with one hand and both hands.

The Manchurian guards often changed their grips suddenly during the fight, slashing with all their strength, and they were caught off guard, and few people could stand up to it.

Although the old battalion in Dashun was of good quality, its strength and armor protection were not as good as those of the Manchurian guards. Many people were knocked to the ground by the powerful Manchurian guards as soon as they met each other, crying endlessly.

If Liu Fangliang hadn't quickly commanded the rear cavalry to dismount and replace them with infantry, the right wing would have been almost pierced by a swift raid by the Manchurian guards.

This time when the Dashun Army came to rob the camp, there were a total of [-] veterans, [-] more than in history, and they had an absolute advantage in both numbers and terrain.

Because Li Zijing reminded in time, he even seized the opportunity.

Failing to disperse the formation of the Dashun Army at once, Shang Shan knew that this battle would be difficult.

"Steady the formation, don't charge any more!"

"Prince Yu's reinforcements will arrive soon!"

Shang Shan yelled loudly in order to boost morale, and commanded the attacking Manchurian guards to retreat.

But the Dashun old battalion on the right wing had already stabilized their position. These old battalions were elite cavalry on horseback and elite infantry off their horses. They were much more difficult to deal with than the general Dashun army.

More and more old battalions dismounted and joined the battle from the rear. Liu Fangliang also led hundreds of cavalry to continuously attack the flanks of the Manchurian guards.

But the last straw that crushed the Manchu guards was the disturbing screams behind them.

Shang Shan glanced across the entire battlefield, and his fighting spirit suddenly fell to the bottom. As far as he could see, there was a dense mass of Dashun army. These bandits rushed towards him like moths to a flame, fearless of death.

The fire under the gully could no longer be stopped, illuminating the entire battlefield like daylight.

Several puffs of thick smoke billowed up, and the crackling sound of burning vines and vegetation mixed with desperate screams disturbed the Manchu guards who heard it.

Dozens of Manchu guards who did not have time to climb up were trapped at the bottom of the ditch. Their screams were helpless and desperate. The bottom of the ditch is like Shura hell.

The sound of shouting and killing was deafening.

The flames accompanied by screams made people tremble.

Blood slid down the tip of the Yanling Saber, and Li Zijing's hand holding the saber tightly trembled uncontrollably. Looking at the corpses of the Manchurian guards and Lao Ying under his feet, he suddenly came to his senses.

The next moment, a sharp pain came from his left shoulder.

A shocking knife mark penetrated the arrow jacket and the inner lining of the cotton armor leaves, blood was flowing down the skin under the armor, and the sharp teeth of the Manchurian guard who was close at hand just now are still vivid.

If it wasn't for that old battalion who fought to the death to hold back the Qing soldiers, he would be the one lying here.

This is Li Zijing's first murder in his past and present lives.

Li Zijing couldn't remember what happened just now, he just felt dizzy for a while, his whole body was out of control, and he only focused on swinging the knife frantically.

All the negative emotions that no one talked about were vented hysterically this time.

When Li Zijing came back to his senses, all he saw was a bloody corpse.

"killed"

Li Zijing raised his head and looked around, the shock on his face gradually became stable.

The fierce shouts of killing reached my ears again, and the Dashun army was like a wave after wave, tirelessly attacking the Qing army again and again.

The battle situation has been decided, and the Qing army ambushing here will be wiped out.

"Ugh-"

Just after he breathed a sigh of relief, he heard a melodious sound of horns behind him.

The horse's hooves stepped on the loess, the ground trembled, and the rumbling sound came from behind.

Li Zijing turned his head and saw everything in sight.

Behind the Dashun army, the Qing army's yellow dragon banner has been raised, and a group of cavalry in full armor is rushing towards here, shaking their sabers that are shining coldly.

The cavalry of the Qing army suddenly appeared behind him, like a bolt from the blue, hitting Li Zijing's heart.

This battle is not over yet!
Li Zijing looked around, the old battalion obviously did not expect the cavalry of the Qing army to attack behind them, they all looked pale, kept retreating, and panicked.

In fact, Liu Fangliang did not have the habit of staying in the reserve team. Li Zijing knew that the reason why these hundreds of old battalions were kept in the back line was to protect his own safety.

But now, these people have become the only new force in the rear of the Dashun Army.

Li Zijing felt the same as these old battalions, at a loss, raised his head and searched anxiously among the chaos, trying to find Liu Fangliang.

In the front line, Liu Fangliang with a white horse and silver spear was standing under the big blue flag, with his back to Li Zijing, leading the hundreds of cavalry to quickly withdraw from the battle formation, adjusting their formation, intending to do the final battle against the Manchurian guards in front of the assault ditch. assemble.

After several attacks, one-third of the hundreds of old battalion Jingqi who followed Liu Fangliang were lost. Almost every time there was an attack, many people fell off their horses and were hacked to death by the overtaking Manchurian guards.

Li Zijing opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything.

Realizing that there were reinforcements coming from behind the Dashun Army, the Qing Army in front of the ditch had once again regrouped, their morale was greatly boosted, and they formed a defensive formation, like an iron bucket.

"Shhhhh-"

Suddenly, there were several sounds of piercing through the air, and immediately after that, many old camps in the rear were hit by invisible arrow clusters, and fell to the ground wailing.

"kill!"

Liu Fangliang's roar came from the front army, only to see that at this moment Liu Fangliang had already assembled his team, leading hundreds of old battalion elite cavalry to crash into the formation of the Manchurian guards standing in front of the ditch.

The cavalry of the Qing army rushing from behind was getting closer, and the sound of rumbling horseshoes was like drumbeats, beating on the hearts of every soldier of the Dashun Army in the rear.

On the way to attack, the Qing army once again drew their bows and arrows, forming a dense rain of arrows.

More old camps died tragically beside him. Li Zijing had never seen such a scene before, his eyes widened, and he got on his horse without thinking, eager to escape from the battlefield.

Without the leadership of the generals, these old camps that have been fighting for a long time are also tending to collapse.

However, Li Zijing did not expect that as soon as he got on the horse, the hundreds of veteran battalions in the rear stood on the horse one after another as if they had found their backbone.

Even some Dashun old camps who were shot by arrows gritted their teeth and cast their indomitable eyes forward, the figure of Li Zijing who was alone.

Li Zijing, who was about to turn around and flee, paused for a moment, his hand holding the reins tightly trembled slightly, and once again looked at the Qing army cavalry who were rushing towards him.

Seeing that the Qing army was nodding their bows again, they pointed the shining arrows at themselves.

"kill!"

Li Zijing's heart sank, he raised the Yanling Saber, and roared angrily, he was the first to rush out.

"kill!!"

The next moment, the hundreds of Dashun old camp elite riders behind them all clenched the reins, without the slightest hesitation, brandished bloody sabers, and rushed out.

"Brothers, King Chuang is serving us as queen!"

"Kill all these clean dogs!!"

The deafening shouts of killing came from the rear of the Dashun army, and all the remaining old Dashun battalions rushed towards the formation composed of hundreds of Manchurian guards in front of the gully.

(End of this chapter)