Li Zicheng stood on Gaogang and watched helplessly as he ran from the North Water Gate of Shanhaiguan, as if endless armored cavalry were lined up with four cavalry, holding white flags in his hands, rushed out quickly, spreading on the battlefield like mercury pouring down the ground.

"The braid soldiers are here!"

"The braid soldiers are here!"

He Jin's 8,000 people from the old camp of Gezuo had just been surrounded by the right wing of the Wu army, sandwiched between the Prime Minister of Xia and Guancheng. Without any warning, they were submerged in the sea of ​​cavalry and divided into dozens of small pieces.

"It's broken!" Li Zicheng said, "Sangui really colluded with the Northern Bing!"

The cavalry that rushed out of Nanshuimen was carrying a red flag. They also unexpectedly attacked 23,000 people from Yuan Zongdi's right camp who were carrying out the encirclement mission. However, Yuan Zongdi had many people and were all old soldiers of the King of Chuang. Therefore, they were not disrupted and divided and strangled when they came up like He Jinmen. Instead, after the initial panic, although they suffered major losses, they could still be roughly divided into two parts and fought fiercely with the Eight Banners Cavalry.

Fortunately, Li Zicheng still has two reserve teams in his hands. He put the troops of the powerful generals Liu Xiyao and Zhang Tianlin into the battlefield at one time. He did not seek to counterattack immediately, but only wanted to stabilize the front that was loosened due to the surprise attack as soon as possible.

Zhang Nai's subordinates had a side general from the Liaodong official army, who was most familiar with the situation of the Manchu soldiers.

"King, this is the big banner of King Ying Ajige. He brought the cavalry of the Zhengbai Banner and the Inlaid White Banner." The side general pointed at the North Shuimen battlefield and said.

"About 20,000 cavalry," Li Zicheng nodded and looked at Nanshuimen, "There are 20,000 there, who led the soldiers?"

"To the south is the big banner of Duoduo, the prince of Duoluo, who brought two red flags."

The side will point to other flags in the battlefield and explain to the King of Breaking one by one.

"That is the flag of Gushan Beizi."

"That is the flag of Duke Zhenguo."

"That's a real bar flag of Gushan'e."

"That's Melezonjing's little pennant."

"That was the commander of the Guard...that was Obai, I recognize him."

While speaking, Li Zicheng's heartache was aware of this old comrade who had known each other for more than ten years.

Then there were two bad news.

"Bai Minghe, deputy general of the Right Camp, was killed!"

"Mr. Liu was injured in two arrows and was robbed and carried down."

Li Zicheng felt nervous. Liu Zongmin was injured when the battle was critical, which was not a good sign.

However, he followed him and saw that the six thousand men of the powerful general Liu Xiyao were like a sharp sword and were guided by his commander flag. They rushed straight to the big flag of Prince Ajige of Ying, and immediately stabilized the right-wing army that had begun to be in chaos because of the loss of Liu Zongmin.

The investment of the new force was very timely. Zhang Tianlin's 8,000 men broke into the siege and finally connected the right battalion in the struggle. As time went by, the sudden appearance of the Manchu soldiers did not collapse the old camp of the rebel army, and the psychological advantages brought by the rebel army gradually disappeared. Relying on the advantage of the number of people, the rebel army not only recovered its disadvantages, but also began to gain the advantage on the battlefield.

Suddenly, when he heard a cheer, the general next to Li Zicheng excitedly reported: "The flag is overturned! The flag is overturned! Kill a Beizi! Kill a Beizi!"

Then another one: "Cut down a noodle flag! Gushan Ezhen!"

"Another one, Melezing!"

Above Gaogang, there was a lot of joy, but the Zhongshui Gate in Shanhaiguan City suddenly opened and a large group of Manchurian cavalry rushed out.

"These are the two yellow flags of Prince Rui Dorgon," the side general said nervously, "but I didn't see his big banner."

"It's only ten thousand people," Li Zicheng said as he observed, "Dorgon was anxious."

Everyone understood that Dorgon saw that the war situation was unfavorable and took out the 10,000 cavalry at the bottom of the box, which means that the Manchurian cavalry who arrived overnight had a total of 50,000 cavalry.

However, there was no other force to send in the hands of the King of Chuang. Although the troops of the old camp still had an advantage in numbers on the battlefield, the Tatar cavalry was indeed powerful. As soon as the 10,000 new invested people came out, they immediately moved the disadvantage back to the balance of power.

The balance of power means hard struggle. The Chuangjun still uses the three fronts he is good at and goes back and forth. The Manchu soldiers rely on their slightly more armored and cavalry to go back and forth, trying to open a gap in the Chuangjun's front, gradually gaining a little more advantage.

However, as Ma Chongxi's six thousand men rushed from the north wing to the battlefield, the situation turned into a tug-of-war, like liquid slowly solidifying, the two armies were stuck together, the fronts were intertwined, you had me and I had you, and I couldn't use tactics, and they became fighting with a force of force.

Anyone who sees such a tragic battle will inevitably be moved, and the casualties of the generals on both sides are also increasing.

On the high hill, dozens of sermons came and went, and finally a message came to Li Zicheng's ears.

"Tang Tong, Bai Guangen was attacked by northern soldiers outside the pass last night. Bai Guangen was killed. Tang Tong led more than a hundred people to escape from a stone, and the rest of them either surrendered or died."

Only then did Li Zicheng realize the fate of these two lost contact troops. He shook his head, thinking that this was not a surprise. The Ming army was as scared as a tiger and was attacked by the Tartar soldiers in the middle of the night, and there was no one who could not collapse.

The sun was already west. In front of Xiluo City, on both sides of the Shihe River, more than 100,000 people were still fighting for their lives. Lost bodies and horses were everywhere, and the entire battlefield land seemed to have been soaked in blood.

Both sides had people who had fought for the whole day, and had new forces that had been invested halfway. Both sides maintained their respective fronts, but they knew that it was difficult to make any breakthroughs and progress before dark.

Li Zicheng looked at the battlefield unwillingly. After all, there were at least 60,000 soldiers who could fight. Wu Sangui's coalition forces had at most 10,000 people left to fight. It would be good if the Manchu soldiers had more than 30,000 cavalry combat power.

In contrast, the advantage of the number of people is still on my side.

"Father, these are just the Tartar soldiers who arrived last night," Zhang Nai reminded, "mostly there will be a follow-up and will arrive at any time."

"Well," Li Zicheng didn't say anything, and was still thinking in his mind whether he could put Zhang Nai's 3,000 standard camp on the battlefield in order to succeed.

"King!" A sir was running up from under Gao Gang and submitted a letter, "It was an expedited military newspaper from Beijing."

When Li Zicheng saw the seal covered with the prime minister's seal, he knew it was Niu Jinxing who stayed in Beijing. He felt a sudden slap in his heart, and he didn't know what happened in the capital.

When he opened it, he took a quick look and his eyes became slow for a moment. Zhang Nai noticed his father's expression and looked at him with inquiring eyes.

"Chongzhen is not dead, he has arrived in Nanjing and announced to the world."

"Then..." Zhang Nai was shocked and opened his mouth wide.

"Get out of the army." Li Zicheng came to his senses and said concisely.

Before nightfall, the sound of gongs from both sides shouting gold and withdrawing troops echoed on the battlefield of Shanhaiguan.
Chapter completed!