The blocked Jiannu vests and the pikemen of the Polu army fought for their lives.
Of course, they knew that as long as they rushed in and joined the incoming infantry, the Ming army's formation might collapse.
However, their weapons were so mixed, The spearmen of the Polu Army were well-equipped and focused on teamwork.
The casualties of the Jiannu vests were far greater than those of the Polu army.
They gradually became unable to hold on and continued to retreat.
Even the intimidation of the Niulu leaders had little effect.
Qi Buchen had already thrown away his useless bow and arrow, and picked up the spear of a fallen soldier to defend himself.
Fortunately, he was able to escape several attacks, otherwise he would have turned into a zombie on the red frozen soil.
The bannermen of the two white flags kept falling and retreating.
At this moment, freshly chopped heads kept flying out from the Ming army's formation.
They were all grinning and had long braided Jurchen heads behind them.
They were quickly established as slaves.
Confusing Jurchen words came from the formation, "Alhatubayala is dead, Alin Aniulu is dead, Dahasubayala is dead."
When Qibuchen heard that Dahasu was dead, there was a bang in his head, as if his whole body had lost all strength, and tears burst out involuntarily.
This was his cousin who had always taken care of him.
He was gone, and he had no support from now on. .
At first, some Jiannu soldiers retreated in fear.
They began to be afraid of the next fight.
There was no hope of victory.
Their example was infinite.
Then, the Jiannu army collapsed like a snow mountain collapsing.
Everyone Turn your back on the Ming army and flee at full speed , many people threw away their heavy long weapons and shields, and fled in a desperate rush.
The soldiers of the Polu Army pursued them with great strides.
There were injured and inconvenient Jiannu soldiers who were stabbed to death by the Polu Army, but the other soldiers could not be seen again.
He couldn't care less, and no one turned around to fight.
Qi Buchen mingled with the crowd and crawled towards the main formation.
He had only one thought in his mind, that he wanted to go back alive and return to Liaodong.
Ji Erhalang watched in stunned silence as the two white flags collapsed.
When the two armies were in a stalemate, he was also surprised by the combat power of the Ming army.
However, he still did not doubt that the two white flags could win in the end.
He was just surprised that the enemy His tenacity, and then before he could clearly see the specific battle situation from a distance, in an instant, the two white flag army formations collapsed, and a large crowd of people rushed toward his place in an awkward manner.
Jierhalang's face was livid, his whole body was stiff, and his fingernails were pinching his flesh to bleed without realizing it.
He knew that he was in serious trouble, and the two white flags were defeated in his own hands.
This has not happened for a long time since the founding of Dajin, but it happened under his own leadership.
"Master Beile, Master Beile."
Hai Lai's loud shout woke up Jilharang.
"Order the vests to come forward to meet the two white flags."
Jierhalang woke up silently, turned his head and said urgently.
If we don't attack anymore and let the Ming army pursue them, I'm afraid not many people can safely retreat to our formation.
Hai Lai responded hurriedly, then went into battle himself, leading the remaining bannermen of the Zhenglan Banner and the Two White Banners to ride towards the defeated army.
Zhao Lie put down his telescope and saw a large group of Jiannu cavalry mounting their horses to attack.
"Order, stop the pursuit and regroup."
Zhao Lie just wants to be cautious now.
He does not think that the Polu army at this time can fight against the large group of Jiannu cavalry in the field.
Now he is taking advantage of the terrain to wait for work.
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He narrowly won for a while and the result was satisfactory.
But if he breaks out of the favorable terrain here, , Entering the wilderness, haha, that is to attack with a short blow, and it will definitely lead to defeat.
Huang Han gave the order and the rapid sound of the gong sounded.
The Polu army stopped their pursuit and retreated to the starting point of the pursuit.
"Casualties change.
Casualties change."
The gunmen returned to the front of the team, and the spearmen who suffered heavy casualties began to fill the gap step by step.
At the same time, manpower was dispatched to rescue the injured.
In a moment, another large formation stood in front of Jiannu as neatly as axes and swords.
The flags were fluttering in the wind, and the soldiers' armor was cold and murderous.
The only difference was that many of the soldiers had dark red blood stains on their bodies.
There are some damages, but the morale is invincible.
Hai Lai secretly cried out that it was a pity.
He personally led the team in the hope of slowing down the horses so that the pursuing Ming army would think they had an opportunity to leave that damn place surrounded by debris so that he could take the opportunity to defeat the Ming army with cavalry armor and reverse the great attack.
Victory, but unfortunately the damn wise general on the opposite side was very cautious and immediately withdrew his troops, which made him bleed out.
Why the hell is it so unsatisfactory?
Hai Lai angrily watched the defeated soldiers crawling towards him.
Many of them had pale faces and dull eyes.
Many of the armored soldiers were also extremely depressed.
They lacked the momentum of the heroic lions who fought in hundreds of battles in the past.
There were even a few bannermen.
Ding was so frightened that he cried loudly.
He slashed several of them in anger, and then the crying stopped.
Hai Lai led the cavalry to hold down the position and return slowly, and the cavalry of the Polu army followed leisurely.
Qi Buchen followed the brigade in confusion and retreated to the west.
His cousin died in the battle, which was a huge blow to Qi Buchen, the first brother on the battlefield.
He followed the soldiers with the two white flags in retreat and the Polu army artillery fired.
A round of pursuing artillery fire did not wake Qibuchen.
What he was thinking about was how to explain to his father and uncle when he went back.
Hai Lai retreated to his own formation.
The Zhenglan Banner was responsible for monitoring the Ming army, while the soldiers of the other two White Banners reorganized and prepared for war.
"Hailai, send someone to ask for help from the second big Baylor."
Jierhalang said in frustration as he looked at the flaming red flag in the east.
"Master Beile, this..."
Hai Lai was very embarrassed.
Although he was not the coach, he was the deputy general, and Jierharang was Lord Baylor.
Even if Jierharang took the lead in the defeat, it was only in name. , there can be no big punishment, most of the sins will be borne by him.
"Hailai, you have to know that King Khan ordered us to go out this time, firstly to attack North Korea, and secondly to destroy the fields of Yiju Tieshantun in Dongjiang River.
Now, we are defeated here, you won't think Our army still has a chance to turn defeat into victory," Jierhalang said mockingly.
"I don't dare, I just feel very aggrieved."
Hai Lai replied, squeezing his neck.
"The Ming army is guarding that position.
The surrounding area is unfavorable for our cavalry to attack.
If we fight on foot, we will undoubtedly lose men and horses in vain.
Please pass on the order."
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Jierhalang said lonely.
"Come on, this slave will give you the order."
Hai Lai said helplessly.
Zhao Lie watched from a distance as the Jiannu soldiers slowly retreated and finally won.
Although it was a tragic victory, it was a rare victory after all.
"The Ming Dynasty will be victorious."
Zhao Lie raised the spear in his hand and shouted with all his strength.
Zhao Dayu Dabao and a group of guards beside him shouted in unison, and the soldiers also echoed, and the voices ranged from chaotic to neat and loud. .
"Ten thousand victories, ten thousand victories, ten thousand victories..."
The cheers of the Polu army resounded throughout the earth.
Many soldiers raised their weapons and raised their arms and shouted, and many soldiers let tears flow freely on their faces and laughed.
Venting out sadness at the same time.
The pleasure of revenge spread throughout the army.
After all, this was an army composed of fleeing Liao civilians.
Almost all of them escaped from their hometown in Liaodong with a narrow escape.
The joy of killing their enemies with their own hands was simply overwhelming.
Jierhalang also heard the tsunami-like cheers of the Ming army.
He was shocked.
What he saw when he turned around was a field of joyful red flags in the distant sky and arms raised high like a forest.
Jierhalang hated it.
After one last look, he rode away.
The army has no fighting spirit, so Jierhalang can only temporarily retreat to Tieshan Town and wait for Amin's arrival before attacking the Ming army again.
Gradually, the Jiannu army disappeared from sight.
Different from the appearance of the iron army, which was shouting and neighing when it came, and looked majestic and murderous, when it left, the soldiers of the Three Banners left silently, leaving only a small number of rangers to monitor the Ming army.
Zhao Lie's heart was filled with the joy of victory.
From this moment on, he firmly believed that the Polu Army that had experienced this battle had officially formed an army.
The soldiers who had won the hard-fought battle would be the steel and iron bones of the Polu Army in the future.
From the fourth year of the Apocalypse to the present, after two and a half years of hard work, Through wind and rain, passing through the waves, we finally got what we wanted, and the Iron Army was finally formed.
However, when Zhao Lie saw the corpses of men and horses spread out on the plain and the wounded who kept crying, his joy disappeared.
One general's success will cause thousands of bones to wither.
The ancients will not deceive me.
The Polu Army's healing hospital was half a mile behind the battlefield.
Dozens of tents were temporarily set up.
The Polu Army was already ready to rescue the wounded.
The doctors of the Polu Army have now become the busiest personnel, and wounded people are constantly being transported down.
The doctors completely followed Zhao Lie's instructions, cleaning the wound with boiling water, debriding it with spirits, then applying medicine, and wrapping the injury with clean cotton cloth.
Although they were extremely busy, the rigorous daily training had an effect, and they were finally busy.
Not messy.
The tents set up in advance were gradually filled with wounded people, and the sound of crying and howling continued.
It was really miserable, and other soldiers passed by and walked around the spot.
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