Southern Ming Rebel Army

On the battlefield, the heavily armored soldiers were like steel beasts, wearing thick armor and rushing towards the enemy with heavy steps. Every swing of the blunt weapons in their hands brought unparalleled power.

The heavily armored soldiers used their shields to block the enemy's attacks, while swinging the blunt weapons in their hands and smashing them hard. These blunt weapons, whether heavy hammers or huge maces, could make people feel the shocking power with every strike.

Blood splattered on the battlefield, and shouts of killing rose and fell. The battle between the heavily armored soldiers had no fancy skills, only the most primitive contest of strength and courage. They wrote the cruelty of war with their bodies and wills.

Shu Kusheng threw down the sword in his hand, quickly bent down to pick up an iron bone sword on the ground, and rushed towards Meng Bizhi with a roar. Meng Bizhi was not willing to be outdone, and went forward without hesitation.

Shu Kusheng raised his iron bone and slashed at Meng Bizhi with great force. Meng Bizhi dodged sideways and then quickly swung his mace to hit him on the head. Shu Kusheng swung upwards and the blunt weapons collided, making a dull sound of collision. Then he smashed horizontally. Meng Bizhi was unable to dodge and was hit hard on his left arm. A piercing pain immediately surged up. Meng Bizhi endured the pain and rushed forward, knocking Shu Kusheng to the ground. He smashed his mace on his head without stopping. With a loud bang, Shu Kusheng was killed on the spot.

The rest of the Eight Banners heavy infantry, under the fierce attack of blunt weapons, showed signs of weakness. The deputy commander of the Qing army's heavy infantry saw that Shukusheng was killed and the soldiers of Wuning Town on the side had their lines disrupted by the charge of the Eight Banners cavalry. He then gathered his troops together and stopped charging, but temporarily formed a defensive formation.

While the heavy armored army was fighting fiercely and Wuning Town was at a critical moment, the Green Camp soldiers of Fang Guoan's department opposite Kewu Town had begun to show signs of fatigue, and they were gradually unable to withstand the fierce attacks of the Kewu Town soldiers.

The Mongolian supervisors who were overseeing the battle in the rear fell into madness. They roared at the top of their lungs, trying to use their majesty and intimidation to stop the Green Camp soldiers from retreating.

However, even though the supervisors continued to wave their arrows and shoot at those soldiers who dared to retreat, it all seemed to be of no avail. The tragic battlefield had caused the spirits of these Green Camp soldiers to collapse.

At this time, the battle lines were already jagged. Kewu Town had protruded into the Green Camp's formation, while Wuning Town was sunken into it. With the support of Meng Bizhi's heavy armored army, it was still barely holding on.

At this moment, Bai Yingtu started the second charge. Guo Hu shouted angrily, "Hold on." The soldiers gathered together, thrusting their spears diagonally to meet the impact of the Eight Banners cavalry. Although they barely formed a spear formation, it was not tight. The soldiers in the front row were pale, and their hands and feet were so nervous that they could not move.

The tall war horses, along with the knights on them, ran directly into the spear formation of Meng's army. The long spears pierced into the horses, and the horses' wailing was endless. However, their huge inertia still knocked away the spearmen in the front row and knocked down the soldiers in the back.

The charge of the Eight Banners Cavalry was like a sledgehammer, smashing hard on the Wuning Town's front line, causing it to cave in further. Meng Bizhi was just dozens of meters away from Guo Hu's front line. Seeing the critical situation, he ignored the severe pain in his arm and rushed over with hundreds of heavily armored soldiers to stabilize the front line.

After two consecutive charges, although Wuning Town suffered heavy losses, Bai Yingtu was not feeling well either. In a short period of time, more than 400 cavalrymen were killed by artillery fire and the impact on the opposite gun formation, and dozens of horses had broken hooves and had to withdraw from the battle. Seeing that the opposite formation was already extremely broken, Bai Yingtu gritted his teeth and shouted, "Charge again and defeat the enemy army!"

The rain in the sky was getting heavier and heavier, almost becoming a downpour. In such a battlefield, bows and arrows were almost powerless, and artillery could no longer fire. The rain kept washing the ground, mixing with the blood of the soldiers, forming streaks of blood on the ground.

In the humid area of Jiangnan, just a few moments of rain had made the ground extremely muddy. Bai Yingtu's horse hooves rolled, and mud and water splashed under his trampling. At this time, Meng Bizhi had already arrived in front.

The heavy-armored infantry faced the Eight Banners cavalry, and the two armies roared, "Kill!" In an instant, under the fierce collision, the two powerful forces collided fiercely like a torrent, making a deafening noise. In this thrilling moment, countless heavily-armored soldiers spurted out bright red blood from their mouths, and their bodies flew backwards uncontrollably, as if they were knocked to the ground by an invisible force. At the same time, many cavalrymen were hit by heavy blunt weapons, screaming and falling off their horses, and then they were ruthlessly trampled by other cavalrymen galloping behind them, and died tragically on the spot.

The entire battlefield fell into chaos, and the bloody smell filled the air, making people suffocate.

Meng Bizhi smashed one of the horse's legs so hard that the warhorse fell forward with a wail. The cavalryman immediately fell off the horse. The huge inertia caused his head to fall down, breaking his neck and his life or death was unknown.

Right in front of him, a tall warhorse appeared in Meng Bizhi's eyes, getting closer and closer. Meng Bizhi was unable to dodge and roared as he smashed the warhorse's head hard. The warhorse cried out in pain, but its speed did not decrease, and it rushed straight towards Meng Bizhi. Meng Bizhi was hit so hard that he flew back six or seven steps and collapsed to the ground.

The armored soldiers behind him gnashed their teeth and rushed forward madly, while the Eight Banners soldiers on the opposite side quickly surrounded and guarded Bai Yingtu. Bai Yingtu fell off his horse, and several of his teeth had been knocked out. He shook his head and slowly stood up. His left leg was in unbearable pain, and he was afraid that it was broken. He looked at the opposite side who had formed a line again, and said with a trembling voice: "Get on the horse, retreat, and prepare to charge again." An Eight Banners soldier quickly jumped off the horse and gave the horse to Bai Yingtu.

The dense raindrops had turned the ground into a mud pit. As soon as Bai Yingtu withdrew from the formation, dozens of war horses were stuck in the mud pit. The Meng army soldiers in the rear rushed forward to besiege him. Bai Yingtu was extremely angry, but helpless.

Bolo in the Qing army formation also had a grim face, seeing that he could not break through Wuning Town, and his incompetent surrendered army had begun to disintegrate. The rain was so heavy that the cavalry could not charge at all, so he could only say in hatred: "Sound the horn to call back the troops!"

The sound of "ding ding ding" began to spread to the battlefield. The Green Camp soldiers, who had already been exhausted, almost crawled to the rear. The Mongolian soldiers supervising the battle looked at these Green Camp soldiers with great disdain. This look made the Green Camp soldiers who had just surrendered feel ashamed and annoyed.

Heavy rain poured down, washing the battlefield that had just ended. Blood mixed with rain water flowed on the muddy ground, forming scarlet streams. Broken limbs and arms were scattered everywhere, and weapons were thrown aside randomly, as if telling the story of the tragic battle that had just happened.

The battlefield was filled with a strong smell of death. In the misty rain, the fallen figures of soldiers could be vaguely seen. Their expressions were frozen in the last moment, revealing endless fatigue and despair. The howling wind blew the battle flags, as if mourning for the dead heroes.

In the rain, the only sound was the sound of raindrops hitting armor and shields. The battlefield at this moment was like a tragic painting, showing the cruelty and ruthlessness of war.