Southern Ming Rebel Army

"Defeat the enemy camp. There will be no more Tartar troops in the south of the Yangtze River. Victory, victory!" Meng Jun rode his warhorse and walked slowly in front of the formation. In the rain, with lightning and thunder, Meng Jun roared at the top of his lungs.

"Victory...Victory...Victory..." The deafening shouts seemed to break through the sky, rising one after another, one wave higher than the other. The sound came from nearby and then gradually spread to the distance. The shouts resounded through the heavens and earth, even overwhelming the noise of thunder and heavy rain, making everyone feel an indescribable shock.

In such an atmosphere, the soldiers became extremely nervous and excited. The soldiers shouted slogans loudly, with a firm light in their eyes, and only one belief in their hearts: "Defeat the enemy camp." The entire battlefield was shrouded in this passionate emotion.

"Beat the drums! Advance!" With Meng Jun's passionate military orders, the troops led by Han Xiong were like a surging torrent, with the drums shaking the earth and shouts resounding through the sky, as if to shake the whole world. The soldiers marched forward in a dense mass like an ant colony, their footsteps firm and powerful.

The muddy water under their feet was trampled by dense footprints, splashing turbid water. However, this did not affect the pace of the Kewu Town army's advance, but instead made them more powerful. With a high momentum, they pressed straight towards the wall of the Qing army's south.

At the same time, Changlin Town on the other side also did not show weakness and attacked the camp in the west with all its strength. The two armies were like left and right wings, fighting in coordination, with Wuning and Wuxing Towns providing support from behind.

In the Qing army camp, even the battle-hardened Eight Banners soldiers turned pale, not to mention the Green Camp soldiers, who had already turned pale and were in a state of panic all day long. They could only barely hold on under the supervision of the Mongolian soldiers.

"Crazy, crazy, these lunatics!" Fang Guoan was nervously directing the Green Camp's defense in the rain. His clothes and armor were already soaked, and the rain kept flowing into Fang Guoan's body through the gaps. Fang Guoan had never suffered such a torture before, and he kept cursing.

"Release the arrows!" Seeing that Meng's army was approaching, the officer gave an order and arrows were shot at the soldiers of Kewu Town. Muffled groans were heard and soldiers fell down from time to time.

But the bow and arrow became increasingly weak when it came into contact with water. After shooting several rounds of arrows, the arrows seemed so soft and weak in the rain.

"Come on, let's move the barricades together!" Qi Dong shouted loudly in a rough voice, while Zheng Wenbo guarded Qi Dong with a shield in hand.

"Su Ke, please put more effort into it, hurry up," Qi Dong cursed angrily.

"Stop talking nonsense. It's too heavy to lift. Give me a few more," Su Ke shouted anxiously.

The chevaux de frise was also very heavy, and the two men could hardly lift it, so the soldiers around them quickly gathered together to move it away.

"Shoot, shoot" "In this horrible weather, bows and arrows are useless" The archers of the Qing army were also shouting. The shouts of the Qing army and the Meng army were intertwined, and the battlefield was full of shouts.

In a flash, the soldiers of Kewu Town had arrived outside the village wall and thrust their spears at the Qing army. Some soldiers took their swords and slashed at the village wall frantically. The Qing soldiers were not to be outdone and kept thrusting their spears outward. For a while, soldiers from both armies were stabbed and fell to the ground.

In the rain, the sounds of killing and shouting intertwined and echoed throughout the battlefield. The walls built by the Qing army were not very strong, and soon several parts of the walls were destroyed. The soldiers of the Meng army rushed towards the gaps frantically.

The swords collided, making a crisp sound, and the splashing water mixed with blood, forming a tragic picture. The soldiers fought bravely, not afraid of the enemy's counterattack. They had only one goal in mind - to break through the enemy's camp, and to die if they failed.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the ground was extremely slippery, but this could not stop the soldiers. The Green Camp soldiers of Fang Guoan were beaten back step by step.

Bolo was extremely nervous. It had been such a long time since he felt like he was going to lose. At this point, he could no longer cherish the lives of the Manchu men. He would not be able to hold on relying solely on Fang Guoan and those Green Camp soldiers. Seeing how crazy Meng Jun's troops were, he was afraid that today would be a bloody battle.

Following Bolo's military order, the soldiers of the Zhenglan Banner abandoned their horses and fought on foot, splitting into two and blocking the gap on the southwest side. As soon as the Eight Banners soldiers entered the battlefield, they blocked the gap and even began to slowly squeeze outwards, while the soldiers of the Meng army, under the command of low-level officers, madly squeezed inwards.

The rain mixed with the blood, forming streams of scarlet water. The shouts, the sound of metal colliding, and the sound of rain intertwined, deafening.

Arrows flew through the rain, hitting the soldiers' bodies and leaving a trail of blood. The swords and spears collided, making crisp sounds, accompanied by the soldiers' roars and screams, which was terrifying.

On the battlefield, corpses were lying in the mud and water, and the rain washed their faces, but it could not wash away the deep fear and despair. However, the battle continued, no one retreated, and it was only a contest of life and death.

The rain made the battlefield even more chaotic and cruel. In this Shura field in the rain, only courage and murderous intent were spreading.

Seeing that a gap had been opened, Meng Jun made a prompt decision and ordered Gao Yi to put on armor and lead the heavy armored troops to attack.

Gao Yi received the military order, turned around and looked at Meng Jun, his eyes revealing a resolute and firm look, and then shouted loudly: "Put on armor!"

The heavy infantry soldiers felt their bodies sink because of the armor weighing fifty to sixty kilograms. After a moment, about two thousand heavily armored soldiers headed towards the southern wall of the Qing army.

Boro stood on a high place, and a group of densely packed armored soldiers appeared in the telescope. Boro put down the mirror and said in a hateful voice: "Prepare the heavy infantry!"

Then a group of Eight Banners warriors put on the armor taken off by their comrades, ready to go into battle at any time.

Meng Jun was also constantly searching for opportunities. He had a force around him, that was the Royal Guards. Although there were only a thousand people, they were an elite force.

The collision of the heavy armored troops was so plain and simple, with no skills, only the collision of courage and strength. The heavy armored troops rushed forward desperately, trying to break through the defense line of the Eight Banners.

This pure showdown of strength is exciting and at the same time full of tragic feeling, because in such a cruel battle, the slightest mistake may cost one's life.

Gao Yi led the charge, waving the Iron Bone Sword in his hand continuously. Dozens of heavily armored soldiers formed a sharp arrow and slowly moved towards the camp.

At this time, the Qing army camp was already riddled with holes, and only the Eight Banners were still plugging the gaps. Meng Jun once again secretly made up his mind that no matter what time, the camp must be solid.

At this time, Meng Jun saw that the gap guarded by the Green Camp soldiers was getting bigger and bigger, and the Eight Banners soldiers were still blocked on the periphery. Meng Jun shouted: "Flags move forward, and the guards follow me to kill!"

Yu An was stunned for a moment, then shouted excitedly: "The commander's flag moves forward, forward, the guards will follow the governor to fight!"

The Meng army soldiers who were attacking in the front shouted excitedly: "The commander-in-chief is coming, the commander-in-chief is coming, push forward and chop down the Tartars!"

The rumbling drums and the march of Meng Jun's flag lifted the morale of the soldiers. Their shouts resounded through the heavens and earth. Even the heavy rain could not stop the soldiers' steps...