A small soldier of the frontier army in the late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 570 Timely
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Coincidentally, both Zu Dashou and Wu Sangui looked towards Shan Haijun, the torrent of defeat, and rumors of Ma Ke's death faintly spread to their ears.

Zu Dashou looked dignified. He has experienced countless wars, big and small, and he immediately understood the danger of the situation in front of him.

Originally, he and his nephew Wu Sangui were attacking Daishan's Zhenghongqi back and forth, despite the superior force, it was still extremely difficult.

That Daishan is an old fox who started with an old slave, and he has experienced battles like him. He is the soldiers and horses of the red flag, part of which is guarding the ditch in the north of the city, and part of it is placed in the wilderness in the northeast of the city. There are a lot of tricks, and they always seem to be in danger, but they always work hard to block the attacks of the two.

And that Du Du is the leader of the banner of Manchuria, a famous general of the Qing Dynasty, and a veteran fighter, why didn't he know how to seize the opportunity in front of him?At this moment, he has already defeated Ma Ke's Shan Haijun, and he will soon be able to free his hands to deal with his nephew Wu Sangui. The situation deteriorates in an instant, and his nephew will soon fall into a critical situation of attacking both front and back.

As for Tang Tong, some Manchurian cavalry with red flags were circling around his car camp. He kept it airtight, so there was no danger, but he could not count on it.

Zu Dashou gritted his teeth, and quickly made a decision that he must defeat the Zhenghongqi Qing soldiers guarding the trench in front of him before Du Du's pincer attack, and join his nephew Wu Sangui.

He slammed his long spear across and roared, "This battle is about to advance and never retreat, kill the slaves!"

"Slave killing!"

Zu Dabi beside him roared loudly as well, waving his giant mace.

"Slave killing!"

The generals of the Zu family beside him roared likewise, the situation was critical, they no longer cared about preserving their strength, and worried about the casualties of their subordinates.

"Kill!"

Although very exhausted, thousands of family members of the Zu family still roared and rushed forward with the banner of Marshal Zu. They are the private armed forces of the Zu family, and many of them were raised by Zu Dashou. Especially loyal to Marshal Zu.

They roared and charged, although the trenches were densely covered not far away, and even the cavalry could not advance, which was one of the difficulties in breaking the siege of the city, but they still roared desperately and followed without hesitation.Like Zu Dashou, they had no choice. With the Tazi soldiers who were facing the red flag in front of them, either you die or I live.

The defeat of Shan Haijun made Wu Sangui panic and hesitate at that moment, but his expression quickly became firm, and he said to Zu Dale beside him: "Uncle, my Ningyuan Army's rear flank defense, you leave it to Uncle Already!"

Zu Dale looked at his nephew with relief. Since the Battle of Jinzhou, his nephew has grown a lot. It is foreseeable that in the not-too-distant future, his nephew will become one of the brightest generals in Ming Dynasty.

He nodded solemnly: "Guier, just rest assured, with your uncle here, the rear and flanks of the Ningyuan army will be safe and sound!"

Wu Sangui nodded, he threw down the cloak and cloak behind him abruptly, took out a lottery from his boots, glanced at him, and a fierce look appeared on his fair and handsome face, and he shouted: "Wu Jinsi, Wu Jingsi, Wu Shensi, Wu Qinsi!"

Immediately, the four sturdy generals of the Wu family rode out, clasped their hands and shouted: "The last general is here!"

Wu Sangui sternly said: "Lead the elite cavalry in your team, and immediately follow me to the decisive battle. The rest will follow, and there will be no retreat in this battle. Those who dare to be afraid, beheaded!"

He lifted the reins of the horse, swung his lance, and roared, "Kill the slave!"

"Slave killing!"

All of Wu Sangui's servants roared angrily, spurred their horses, and rushed behind Wu Sangui.

"Slave killing!"

Those cavalry officers and generals of the Ningyuan Army who followed in the battle also roared loudly, and charged along with Wu Sangui's flag.

The battle in the city of Jinzhou became fierce and cruel in an instant. When Wu Sangui personally led the fine cavalry to clash, the tide-like ancestral army, inspired by Zu Dashou's personal charge, broke through several trenches quickly, and they passed all the way. , killing the Zhenghongqi Tartars in front of them turned their backs.

Daishan, who reacted, quickly dispatched troops and generals, and even put a lot of handymen on them, desperately blocking the breakthrough of Zu Dashou and others. Soldiers from both Ming and Qing Dynasties fought bloody hand-to-hand combat in front of and behind various trenches.

"Kill kill kill!"

"Haha, happy!"

Zu Dabi was like a mad tiger, swinging his giant mace, sweeping or smashing, while roaring, he smashed the red flag tartars into a pulp.

Zu Dashou's long spear picked or stabbed to death how many Tartars in front of him, and behind them, there was a flood of shouting people.

They only had one thought: "Kill, kill, join Ning Yuan's army!"

They were already crazy, even if the people around them kept falling down, they didn't care, only Zu Dashou remained clear, guiding Shuai Qi's march from time to time.

Under the roaring charge of the ancestor's army, the Qing soldiers along the way were beaten and retreated steadily. They did not expect that Zu Dashou and others still had such a bloody and brave spirit after being besieged for several years. They could not resist, and more and more People screamed and ran away, and it was useless to let Daishan desperately deploy troops.

Finally, eyes lit up, feet leveled, Zu Dashou and the others had rushed through many ditches, broke through the multiple camps that besieged the city, and reached the wilderness plain outside the city.

In front of my eyes are the chaotic Manchurian soldiers and handymen of Zhenghong Banner, still fighting with the family members of the Zu family, and some arrows still floated to Zu Dashou's side, and looking to the northeast, not far away, there are so many smoke and dust soaring into the sky. The Qing cavalry retreated, and Wu Sangui's general flag was already faintly in sight.

"It's coming out, hahahahaha..."

Zu Dabi laughed wildly, his body was on the verge of falling, his helmet was nowhere to be found, and his armor was full of blood and flesh, whether it belonged to him or someone else.

Zu Dashou smiled, and looked at the soldiers around him, all of them were exhausted, but everyone's eyes showed joy, which finally stood out.

At this moment, I heard the sound of hoofbeats suddenly, smoke and dust billowed not far from the left wing, and a large wave of red-flag Tartar servants fled away. The heavily armored Zhenghong Banner Bayala and the fine riding vest came with a murderous look.

They were holding tiger guns and knives, and many of them had already bent their bows and set arrows, or were holding sharp weapons such as javelins and throwing axes, and they just looked at this side with ferocious expressions.

Zu Dabi's laughter stopped, his eyes revealed a look of shock, after his own team broke through the siege, everyone was exhausted, they had no horses, and many soldiers were still fighting with the Zhenghong Banner Tartars, not to mention there was no formation, Dai Shan Old fox, at the last moment, all the Ba Yala and Jingjia who were in the red flag were dispatched.

He shouted violently: "Protect the commander!"

All the relatives, generals and servants beside him also roared: "No, it's Ba Yala of the Tartars."

"Fight, protect the commander..."

"Archers step forward, line up!"

Wu Sangui led the fine cavalry to charge desperately. Under his furious attack and roar, his servants of the Wu clan were invincible. There are also tides of ancestral warriors and servants.

He was overjoyed in his heart: "Uncle and the others have come out."

But then I was startled, the smoke rose from that side, and the handsome flag seemed to fall down!

He tried his best to open his eyes wide, and his heart relaxed a little, and he saw Zu Dashou's handsome flag raised high again, but Wu Sangui was always worried, the closer he got, the more he felt like fifteen buckets in his heart, flustered Down, he seemed to be out of breath.

Finally, Wu Sangui led the cavalry to the front, and just a moment ago, a wave of Zhenghong Banner Ba Yala fled in embarrassment.

I just saw the messy corpses there, and...

Wu Sangui fell from the horse, he got up suddenly, and ran forward a few steps, his feet became softer and weaker, and finally he couldn't stand still, he moved his hands and feet, and crawled desperately on the ground, the general beside him With tears in his eyes, he just watched Wu Sangui crawl forward.

Finally, Wu Sangui saw his uncle Zu Dabi's birthday, he leaned on Zu Dabi's body impressively, a javelin passed through his chest.

Beside the two of them, surrounded by Zu's generals who were beating their chests, stamping their feet, and howling loudly, all of them were covered with scars and blood, and it was Zu Dabi who had the same scars repeatedly, many arrows, and a few swinging knives hanging on his body. on him.

Zu Dabi, who is usually very heroic, is holding his elder brother and crying like a child.

Wu Sangui's scalp was numb. When he saw his uncle Zu Dashou, he turned to this direction with difficulty. When he saw himself, he tried his best to show a kind smile on his face.

"No!"

Wu Sangui suddenly let out a howl, the sound was shrill and spread far away.

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"Hold it, don't take a step back!"

More and more artillery vehicles of the Shenji Battalion were overturned, and the Mongolian soldiers of the Erlan Banner rushed in from various gaps like a tide. The turbulent crowd once forced Hong Chengchou's governor's banner, and the roaring arrows, Javelins, throwing axes and other sharp weapons enveloped the people here.

The Ming army in the back line fought desperately, and the experience of the soldiers in the front line and the middle line told them that fleeing is death, and if you persevere, there is still a way out.There was another thought in everyone's mind, Uncle Zhongyong and other reinforcements would arrive soon, and by then, all the soldiers would be able to survive.

In particular, Wang Pu's new barracks, despite heavy casualties, did not lose their organizational structure and continued to fight in formation.

The fear was extreme, but it was courageous. Zhang Ruoqi and Wang Dehua knew that they could not escape. Zhang Ruoqi loudly encouraged the soldiers to fight. Wang Dehua twisted his fat body and beat the drum of the Chinese army desperately. Holding a weapon, he nervously guarded his side.

"Slave killing!"

Hong Chengchou roared loudly, but the sound he made frightened him a lot. He was hoarse, but as he shouted, his chest was still in sharp pain, and he couldn't help coughing loudly.

He touched his chest, and there were faint bloodstains on his hand. Not long ago, an arrow was shot by the Qing army's bow and arrow. Although he was wearing inner armor, the arrow may have passed through and injured his lung.

Seeing that Hong Chengchou was coughing profusely, and sometimes even coughed up some blood, Xie Sixin, his confidant and aide, was very worried, and said: "Mr. Hong, don't hold on anymore. You must get medical treatment immediately, so as not to delay the injury!"

Hong Chengchou waved his hand: "The military situation is urgent, and we will deal with it after the war."

Just watching the Qing army's fierce attack wave after wave, and his side was at the last moment of collapse, he secretly worried: "Could it really be unstoppable, I, Hong Hengjiu, will die here? No, the governor still has a lot of revenge Without implementation, I cannot die!"

Li Fuming and Zuo Guangxian's barracks cavalry arrived not long ago to slow down the rear line of defense. However, there were too many Qing soldiers and the offensive was too fierce. They seemed to have gone crazy. The Ming army suffered heavy casualties, and everyone was terrified, almost at the moment when they were about to collapse.

The roar of the artillery seemed to be deafening, making the entire battlefield quiet, and soon, the Ming army's rear line surged up and covered the sky, cheering like a tidal wave: "Uncle Zhongyong's reinforcements have arrived!"

"Uncle Zhongyong's reinforcements have arrived!"

"Reinforcements have arrived..."

Hong Chengchou made a smart move, and looked to the left wing suddenly, and saw thick smoke billowing there, and the whistling sound of artillery continued. Sure enough, Wang Dou's reinforcements had arrived.

He breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, Uncle Zhongyong arrived in time, if he was one step behind, the consequences would be disastrous."

Tears welled up in Fu Yingchong's eyes, and he cried out, "It's saved, it's saved."

Wang Dehua threw down the big stick, only then did he realize his fear, stroked his chest, and said tremblingly: "The reinforcements have finally arrived, and our family's life has finally been saved!"

(End of this chapter)