Similarly, as the roar of muskets and shouts of killing got closer and closer, more Jiannu soldiers looked terrified and felt a chill in their hearts.
The roar of muskets continued, and the Later Jin soldiers who had been attacking the Ming army retreated. From preferring death to retreating, to retreating in the face of setbacks, it was clear that the confidence of the Jiannu had fallen to the bottom.
The sounds coming from behind became louder and louder, the roar of muskets, the shouts of killing at the top of one's lungs, and even the dense array of arrows flying through the air.
The collapse of the defender was imminent, and Amin finally made the final decision.
"Go north!" Amin raised his head and shouted to the soldiers around him, "Let as many as you can walk, let as many as you can survive. We can't all die here."
North? That's the riverbank, the Songhua River. The riverbank is difficult to navigate, and the river is even more difficult to cross. What's the difference between that and a dead end?
But as long as they didn't die here immediately, or even if they could live a little longer, the desperate Later Jin officers and soldiers had no choice.
The flag flew north quickly, rushed onto the river beach, and fled down the river.
Amin led his personal guards to leave the battlefield first. More Later Jin soldiers also lost their fighting spirit. In fact, there were only a few hundred people left, and they fled in panic following the banner.
"Kill, charge!"
As the Later Jin army fled one after another, the resistance was greatly reduced. The Ming army and the Mongolian coalition forces quickly rushed up, and the shouts were earth-shaking.
The Later Jin army completely collapsed. Amid the shouts and neighs of horses, the brave Jiannu became ducks to be killed, and they even lost the courage to look back.
"Charge, kill!"
The Ming army's musketeers chased the enemy's footsteps, rushing to the riverbank, chasing the fleeing Jiannu. The Mongolian coalition also attacked the fallen dogs, chasing them with bows and arrows, and hacking them with scimitars.
Amid the cries of killing that echoed across the plains, musket fire, bayonets stabbing, and scimitars slashed mercilessly, harvesting lives. Those Jiannu who fell behind or had lost their horses let out desperate cries that resembled howling, racing against their companions.
Kalla fell to the ground again. Fortunately, only his horse was hit by the lead bullet. He fell on the soft riverbed but was not injured.
He got up dazed, his mind blank, and he just subconsciously followed the others and ran forward. At this moment, he was no different from a small soldier, and no one was protecting him, a high-ranking official.
The rumbling sound of horse hooves rang out, and a thousand naturalized cavalrymen and thousands of Mongolian coalition troops galloped forward along the road, encircling the fleeing enemies on the soft riverbed.
Hundreds of Ming army dragoons who were responsible for blocking the enemy also mounted their war horses and pursued closely.
One was fast and the other was slow, one was strong and the other was weak. Although they escaped the pincer attack of the Ming army, Amin and hundreds of Jiannu soldiers still could not escape the fierce pursuit.
There were fewer and fewer people around Kalla. One person fell down with a scream, and another died with a wail.
The ground under his feet changed from mud to gravel, and there were also uneven pebbles of different sizes. Kharla didn't slow down until the river water covered his boots.
The river wasn't particularly wide, but for someone who couldn't swim, it was no different from the sea. After a brief hesitation, Kalla waded through the shallow water and continued to flee.
Why are you still trying to escape? It's obvious that you can't escape!
The mounted Later Jin soldiers were already far away, and only the large flags could be vaguely seen. Behind them were the Ming and Mongolian allied forces, pursuing them relentlessly, with a constant barrage of lead bullets and arrows, killing them with ease as if they were sitting ducks.
This is the human psychology of survival. When death is imminent, one will still struggle even if it means just taking a few more breaths.
But no matter how strong Kalla's will to survive was, it couldn't save his life. A lead bullet hit his calf, and he stumbled and fell into the shallow water.
When he got up again, he was covered in mud and his pigtails were disheveled, looking extremely disheveled and ugly. The pain in his legs forced him to limp away, but he didn't get far before falling back into the water.
Puff, puff... A team of Ming army musketeers, holding their bayonets, killed the fallen Jiannu soldiers and approached, surrounding Karla who was sitting in the water.
Looking at the approaching enemy, humiliation, resentment, and unwillingness...
All kinds of complicated feelings surged up in his mind. Kalla struggled to stand up with the help of his knife, limping on a bleeding leg, and took a fighting stance. He let out a low howl at the surrounding enemies, like a wild dog demonstrating to people.
"Hahahaha." Unexpectedly, the Ming army, with their bayonets raised, burst into laughter.
Although he couldn't see the Ming soldiers' expressions through the iron masks, Kalla could hear contempt and ridicule in their laughter. In the eyes of the Ming soldiers, the desperate fight of his Melezhangjing Kalla seemed like a clown performance.
What are you laughing at? What's so funny?
An insult, a barefaced insult. Kala bared his white teeth, his expression becoming even more terrifying, and his growl rose several pitches.
"Hahahaha." The Ming army soldiers laughed even louder, and they were really appreciating the performance of this Jiannu official.
Kalla was so angry that he brandished the knife in his hand and moved forward with great effort, determined to kill one of them even if he died.
Puff! An arrow shot over and hit Kalla in the face, stopping him in his tracks.
Ma Chengfei approached slowly on his warhorse. Several Ming soldiers were initially quite dissatisfied, but when they turned around and glared at him, their expressions immediately relaxed.
"Catch him alive, it's your credit." Ma Chengfei laughed, held the bow on his horse, leaped forward, and drew out his sword nimbly.
The horse's hooves landed on the ground, splashing water and mud, and in a blink of an eye it was in front of Kalla.
Covering his bleeding face, Kharla could see the scenery with only one eye left, but he still fought desperately and swung his sword to chop at the warhorse ridden by Ma Chengfei.
With a "clang" sound, Ma Chengfei used the horse's power to easily block the incoming knife. While Kalla was shocked back, he swung his saber in an arc and chopped down fiercely.
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