He stood up and stuck his bayonet on the blunderbuss. Zheng Sihai, with red eyes, roared "Wan Sheng!"

The gunmen were roaring, the artillery was roaring, the soldiers were roaring, and even Sun Chengzong, the warm-blooded benevolent king Cheng'en, was roaring.

As Li Yunze walked down from the viewing platform, his large banner slowly moved forward behind the armored formation, and the morale of the Ming army on the battlefield was completely ignited.

The Ming army's counterattack began.

Huang Taiji watched helplessly as Hauge's banner fell into the Ming army's formation. At that moment, his heart was as cold as water.

The Ming army counterattacked across the board, and the gleaming armored formation pressed in like mountains, crushing everything in its path into powder.

The firecrackers followed with their firecrackers. When they were far away, they fired their guns, and when they were close, they used their bayonets.

The tall banner kept moving forward, finally crushing the Tartars' psychological bottom line.

The casualty rate of the Tartars has long exceeded the bottom line of the cold weapon era. The reason why they can persist until now is entirely due to the chaos of the battlefield, Huang Taiji's personal control of the battle, and the butcher's knife of the supervising team.

But when tens of thousands of Ming soldiers counterattacked in full force, the soldiers and horses, which had long been unable to hold back, poured towards the rear like floods from a broken dam.

The sun became brighter and brighter, illuminating the entire battlefield.

The semi-arc-shaped armored formation of the Ming Army gradually stretched into a straight line.

The torrent of steel rolled forward, crushing everything in its path like an iron curtain.

The Ming army's shouts of "Ten Thousand Victories" got louder and louder. The Tartars, whose entire front line collapsed, were completely devastated, and the only thought left in their minds was to escape.

Destroyed and destroyed, nothing more than this.

Huang Taiji, who was on horseback, watched helplessly the scene of total collapse in front of him. He murmured to himself, "How could this happen? How could this happen?"

His fat body swayed on the horse, and then his throat felt sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The guards around him hurriedly stepped forward to help him.

Huang Taiji, whose face was as golden as paper, suddenly shouted, "Why is this happening~~~"

After shouting, his body went limp and he fainted.

The surroundings were in panic, and the guards had no choice but to retreat with their profuse sweat.

At this time, the two red flags of Shi Shan and Yue Tuo and his son had already taken a detour, and the only one in the Tartar army that was organized was Dorgon's white flag.

But Dorgon's Zhengbai Banner did not come to stop the Ming army's armored formation, but quickly retreated north.

The reason is very simple. Not only is it useless to rush up, but more importantly, the cavalry army led by Mangui has loomed in the distance.

If you don’t leave at this time, you will never be able to leave again.

At the same time, Li Yunze, who was guarded by countless shield-wielding soldiers in the middle, had a face like a mountain, holding the Yongle Sword and pointing forward.

"Huang Ming, Wan Sheng!"
Chapter completed!