Boom, boom, boom... The field artillery joined the ensemble, like war drums and trumpets. The shells were more powerful and more accurate, smashing all the obstacles and enemies ahead.

Attack, attack!

Zhang Pan saw the flag behind the formation, and Zan Hua beside him also reminded him, his voice trembling.

Finally, this day had arrived. Zhang Pan had dreamed of this scene countless times, and it finally came true. Revenge for his family, for the slaughtered Liao people, for the long live, for the Ming Dynasty...

"Destroy the slaves, destroy the slaves!"

"We must win, we must win!"

As soon as the cannon fire stopped, Zhang Pan drew his sword and swung it forward with all his might, as if the enemy was right in front of him and he was going to chop him in two with one blow.

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

The rumble of war drums rang out, followed by a roar like a tsunami. Countless Ming soldiers, pushing their weapons, bravely advanced. Trenches and obstacles seemed nothing to them, something they could easily step over.

The shield cart was pushed into the trench, the ladder became a bridge, and the heavy bridge deck fell down and hit the opposite side of the trench with a loud bang.

A Ming army soldier was shot and fell from the ladder, but another soldier followed him without any hesitation or fear.

The muskets fired a thunderous volley, and lead bullets rained down on the enemies who were still resisting.

"Kill, charge!"

"Charge, kill!"

The battlefield was filled with excited voices. The Ming army soldiers bravely advanced, braving the arrows and locusts, and burst out with bravery even stronger than that of the Jiannu.

Zheng Xiaowu's blood boiled with excitement, and he felt incredibly fortunate. After the capture of Haicheng, two thousand soldiers were left defending the city, but he was not among them. Today, he witnessed a grandeur and majesty that he found difficult to express in words.

After crossing one trench and climbing the ladder on the second trench, he jumped onto the edge of the trench, raised his gun and shot, knocking a rushing Jiannu to the ground.

A few more Jiannu soldiers howled madly and rushed forward, trying to push the Ming army into the trench.

Zheng Xiaowu raised his bayonet and stepped forward. A few more soldiers stood beside him, with their bayonets also raised, fighting alongside him.

Bang! The leading Jiannu soldier, a junior officer, exploded into rotten flesh without warning, with half his body destroyed.

Several Jiannu soldiers were frightened by this sudden change and paused for a moment. Zheng Xiaowu and others had already rushed over and stabbed them with a row of bayonets.

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

Holding the heavy musket upright on the ground, he pulled out the fixed paper shell bullet from his waist, bit open the shell, loaded the powder and loaded the bullet, then placed the musket on the fork and looked for the next target.

More and more Ming soldiers crossed the trenches. As usual, they used up all the bullets in their guns and charged forward with their bayonets raised.

After several rounds of artillery fire, the Jiannu army, which had already suffered heavy losses, was at a disadvantage in terms of spirit, fighting spirit, and numbers. Although they still resisted stubbornly, they were killed and forced to retreat step by step.

Boom, boom, boom...

The artillery, after readjusting its angle, launched a round of fierce bombardment, and the shells landed far in front of the side of the Ming army's charge route.

Extended artillery fire and continuous cover were also extremely advanced tactical tactics. Although in order to avoid accidental injuries, the shells landed more than a hundred meters away from the enemy troops.

The Jiannu reinforcements sent here suffered a heavy blow before they even engaged the enemy. In countless explosions, they suffered heavy casualties and their morale plummeted.

Outside the camp, war horses galloped, infantry and artillery were in position, and the blockade of the Jiannu camp was complete. The cavalry and spearmen gathered together, ready to pursue the victory.

More and more Ming troops crossed the trench, and the wooden planks laid on the trench formed an increasingly wider passage. More soldiers rushed into the enemy camp, and even the Portuguese artillery carts began to follow.

By this time, the Jiannu were doomed to fail. Without space for their cavalry to maneuver, they were at a disadvantage in terms of manpower, weapons, and morale. Their stubborn resistance only resulted in additional casualties for the Ming army, but could not change the course of the battle.

"Retreat, leave the camp, and block the Ming army in the narrow part of the road." Nurhaci finally gave the order.

All previous setbacks were due to failed sieges and voluntary retreats; now, being defeated by the Ming army head-on is something I cannot easily accept.

If he lost, would that be the end? This was a strategic decisive battle in which he had concentrated most of the Later Jin army's strength and launched a decisive battle against the Ming army.

With such heavy casualties and a severe blow to morale, how could they withstand the Ming army's subsequent fierce attacks?

Withdraw from the camp, retreat to Liaoyang, retreat to Shenyang... The old slave seemed to have seen the consequences of this defeat.

Despite the heartache, he felt helpless. Even if he lost everyone here, it wouldn't change the situation where the enemy was strong and he was weak, nor would it change the final outcome of defeat.

As long as the green mountains remain, there is no fear of running out of firewood. Now, only this sentence can temporarily comfort this old slave.

After giving the order, the old slave ordered Yangguli to lead some troops out of the camp first and set up a blocking position on the road more than ten miles away.

Nurhaci knew that although the defeat was inevitable, he could still hold on and avoid a rout or even a complete retreat. If he were the first to retreat, the morale of the army would be completely destroyed.

In a fiercely fought battlefield, orderly retreat has always been an extremely difficult task.

In the past, the Jiannu could escape by riding horses, but the Ming army already had cavalry that was strong enough to match theirs, so such a simple method was no longer applicable.

The battle was still in full swing, with more and more Ming troops advancing through the gap, and becoming more and more organized. With the follow-up of artillery and the firepower support provided, it became increasingly difficult for the Jiannu to resist, and they were forced to retreat step by step.

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