One after another, explosions rang out at the gap in the camp, and black smoke columns soared into the air, mixed with broken weapons, splashing blood and flesh.

The concentrated bombardment of more than 100 shells was something Jiannu had never experienced. The shells were stronger than rockets and caused greater damage.

You can't beat me, but I can beat you to the best of my heart.

Although the trench in front of the camp blocked the direct attack of the Ming army, it also prevented Jiannu from charging forward frantically and engaged in melee combat attempts.

The explosion lasted for a long time and just stopped. The roar of artillery fired again. The field guns were loaded and solid shells were fired, destroying the car and killing Jiannu.

The gap was even bigger. Jiannu, who gathered here, suffered heavy losses under the fierce bombardment of artillery, and once again fell into chaos.

The sun has not yet risen, but a ray of morning light has appeared on the horizon. The tiny clouds and the light blue and clear sky indicate that this will be a bright and fresh morning.

Zhang Pan looked back and saw that there was no flag or drums of war. Xiong Tingbi still did not issue the order of general attack, although the infantry was ready to go and was full of desire for battle.

Just bombard with artillery? Although it will be difficult for Jiannu to support it if it continues, it still feels a bit indescribable.

Xiong Tingbi held up a telescope, observed the battlefield filled with smoke, and evaluated the casualties and chaos of Jiannu.

The start of the large counterattack was smooth, and it was launched suddenly, blocking the road to attack by Jiannu. Although it was not a siege on all sides, with the help of the long-range advantage of artillery, Jiannu also fell into a passive state of being beaten.

At this point, Jiannu was able to go out to fight, and his fate was predictable when facing the Ming army's infantry, cavalry and cannons.

Unless you abandon the village and retreat, guarding the camp will end up like being besieged in Haicheng. The Ming army consumed ammunition, while the Jiannu lost human life.

It's already a weak manpower, and it's no different to committing suicide if you keep it.

Xiong Tingbi pursed his lips slightly, sneered a little, put down his telescope and issued several orders.

Feint attack?! Zhang Pan finally saw the change of the banner and was a little puzzled, but he still executed it immediately.

The artillery fire stopped, and a Ming army infantry formation shouted in unison, pushing the cart, and the trench bridge rushed forward, and began to fill the trench and cross the ditch.

Dai Shan took Yue Tuo and Sahalian, the two sons, howled and directed separately, urging Jiannu to continue to defend.

Under the bombardment of artillery fire, corpses and wounded people who fell to the ground could be seen everywhere in this area. But they didn’t care about these things. Could it be that they gave up because of the casualties and allowed the Ming army to come in?

He was unable to give up the village and retreat. Such an order was not something he could do. Nurhaci was escorted and retreated, but no new orders were sent.

Jiannu, who was repairing the defense, rushed forward and set off an arrow, shooting clusters of arrows at the attacking Ming army.

The Ming army's musketeers also opened fire violently, splashing dense lead bullets at the enemy, covering friendly forces.

The firefight between the enemy and us did not last long, and the Ming army sent a signal to withdraw the troops after the formation.

The attacking Ming army quickly retreated, carrying the wounded, and even the bodies of their comrades did not fall, showing order and calmness.

Boom, boom, boom...

The roar that made Jiannu frightened sounded again, and the black shells swept across the sky, making the gradually brighter light dark.

Being trapped!

Dai Shan opened his mouth wide and stared at the flying shells, feeling confused for a moment.

Several personal soldiers rushed over and covered Dai Shan with their shields, forcing him to squat down.

Even though Jiannu, who was brave enough to make up for defense, could not help but scream, ran around in panic, looking for hidden places.

Heavy shells fell to the ground one after another, making a muffled sound and splashed the soil; even more unlucky Jiannu was hit directly and fell to the ground with blood and blood.

Then, countless explosions began to sound, like firecrackers set off during the Chinese New Year.

The black smoke rose and the smoke filled the air. In the blurry sight, Jiannu could also be seen swaying and jumping in the fireworks, and the screams and wails they made were covered by the deafening loud noises.

Luo Li stood on the high platform, holding a telescope to observe the bounce point, and issued instructions and adjustment commands in his mouth, "The muzzles of the left and right two groups were lowered for one degree, and the direction remained unchanged; the angle of the front array remained unchanged; the muzzles of the rear array were lowered twice. The field gun continued to fire directly, and the direction remained unchanged."

The command soldiers repeated, waved the command flags and issued instructions to the artillery soldiers in various formations.

The Ming army's ideas on establishment, equipment, command, combat, and strategy have changed a lot. Even if it cannot reach the level that the emperor is very satisfied with, it is still a top presence in this world.

Whether it is hardware or software, the gap between it and Jiannu has reached hundreds of years. If you can't win such a war, you really can't find any other reason.

Of course, Xiong Tingbi and others experienced and witnessed the scene of using so many cannons, thunder and thunder.

All the Ming army were also shocked, and what followed was the confidence and fighting spirit that our army would win and Jiannu would lose.

"Roar, roar!"

"Roar, roar, roar!"

"Roar, roar, roar, roar!"

Without officer command, one or two soldiers couldn't help but shout. Then, more and more people were, and the officers were also inspired; in the end, the whole army was shouting, overwhelming the sound of cannons, which shocked the fields.

The clouds in the sky were stained with blood. In the golden flames, the sun rose, revealing its forehead and eyes, and then lifting its burning and dazzling face.

The birth of a new day is full of magnificence and solemnity. What greets it is the deafening roar, and the rumbling cannon sound becomes the accompaniment.

This is a declaration of victory, a revelation of Jiannu. The fighting spirit is high, overwhelming and invincible...

Boom, Boom, Boom... Field artillery joins the ensemble, like war drums and horns, the shells are more powerful and more accurate, shattering all obstacles and enemies in front.

Attack, offense!

Zhang Pan saw the banner behind the formation, and the pian painting beside him also reminded him, his voice trembling a little.

Finally, it was time to wait for this day. Zhang Pan had such a scene in his dreams many times, and finally realized it. He avenged his family, for the massacred Liao people, for the long live, for the Ming Dynasty...

"Mind slave, Mind slave!"

"I will win, I will win!"

As soon as the sound of cannon stopped, Zhang Pan drew out the battle knife and swung it forward with force, as if the enemy was in front of him, and with one knife he wanted to cut it into two pieces.

"Occurrence, attack!" Zhang Pan roared with all his strength.

The sound of war drums rumbling, followed by the roar of killing like mountains and seas. Countless Ming soldiers pushed their equipment and bravely moved forward. In their eyes, there was nothing they could pass through with just one foot.

The trench was pushed into the trench, and the ladder became a bridge. The trench bridge fell on the heavy bridge deck and smashed across the trench, making a loud bang.

A Ming soldier was caught in an arrow from the ladder, and the other soldier had already been standing one after another without a trace of hesitation or fear.

The musket fired a loud volley, and the lead bullets were like rain, splashing at the enemy who was still fighting stubbornly.

"Kill, rush!"

"Run, kill!"

There were inspiring voices on the battlefield. The Ming army soldiers bravely moved forward, braved arrows and flew locusts, and burst out with bravery that was stronger than Jiannu.

Zheng Xiaowu was very excited and was extremely lucky. After capturing Haicheng, he left behind two thousand officers and soldiers guarding the city, without him. Today, he witnessed the majesty and mightyness that made it difficult for him to express in words.

A trench passed, and the second trench also climbed past. He jumped up the edge of the trench, raised his gun to shoot, and knocked down a rushing Jiannu to the ground.

A few more Jiannu howled wildly and rushed forward, trying to push the Ming army down the trench.

Zheng Xiaowu raised his bayonet and stepped forward. Several more soldiers were added beside him. The same bayonet was thrust out and fought side by side.

Bang! Jiannu, who was in charge, was a small officer, and his body exploded into rotten meat without warning, and half of his body was beaten away.

Several Jiannu were frightened by the change and paused a little. Zheng Xiaowu and others rushed over and stabbed him with a row of bayonets.

Wang Zhong snorted. This was his masterpiece. Being able to witness the enemy being beaten to the point of being beaten to death was the best enjoyment for him.

He stood upright on the ground, and he pulled out the fixed-loaded paper shell from his waist, bite the shell, fill the medicine and load the bullet, and then put the musket on the twig, looking for the next target.

More and more Ming soldiers crossed the trench, as usual, they shot all the bullets in their guns, and they raised their bayonets and rushed forward.

Jiannu, who was bombarded by several rounds of artillery fire, had suffered a lot of losses, was at a disadvantage in terms of spirit, fighting spirit and number of people. Although he was still resisting, he was killed step by step back.

Boom, boom, boom...

The artillery that readjusted the angle fired a violent bombardment, and the shells landed far away on the front side of the Ming army's charge road.

The artillery fire extends and continuous cover is also an extremely advanced tactical style. Although in order to avoid accidental injury, the landing point of the shell is more than 100 meters away from the army.

Before the Jiannu who had reinforced him here, he was hit hard again. In countless explosions, there were many casualties and his morale was even worse.

The war horses were galloping outside the camp, the infantry and artillery were in place, and the blockade and attack on Jiannu camp had been completed. The flying cavalry and lances gathered together, preparing to pursue the battle while they were victorious.

More and more Ming troops crossed the trench, and the wooden trench bridges laid on the trench formed wider and wider access. More soldiers rushed into the enemy camp, and even the Fran machine cannon vehicles began to follow up.

By this time, Jiannu's defeat was decided. There was no room for cavalry to gallop, troops, weapons, and morale at a disadvantage. The result of the stubborn fight was that it could no longer change the situation of the battle except for the increase of casualties to the Ming army.

"Retreat, withdraw from the camp, and intercept the Ming army in the narrow road." Nurhaci finally issued an order.

In the past, the setbacks were all about failure in siege and retreating actively; now, being defeated by the Ming army in the front is not something that Lao Nu can easily accept.

If he loses, is it the end? This is the strategic decisive battle he concentrated most of the military power of the Later Jin Dynasty and launched a strategic battle with the Ming army.

With such heavy casualties and morale suffered heavy blows, how can we resist the next fierce attack by the Ming army?

Withdrew from the camp, retreated to Liaoyang, retreated to Chenyang... The old slave seemed to have seen the consequences of this defeat.

Although I feel miserable, I am helpless. If I fight all the people here, I can't change the situation where the enemy is strong and I am weak, and I can't change the final result of failure.

I will stay with the green mountains and I will not be afraid of burning firewood. Now, only this sentence can comfort the old slave for the time being.

After passing the order, the old slave ordered Yangguli to command some of his troops to go out of the camp first and set up blocking positions on the avenue more than ten miles away.

Nurhaci knew very well that although the defeat was decided, it could still support it and not become a defeat or even a retreat. If he retreated one after another, the morale of the army would be out of control.

How to retreat in an orderly manner on a fierce battlefield has always been an extremely difficult thing.
To be continued...