Southern Ming Rebel Army

The rain curtain enveloped the bloody battlefield, and the raindrops hit the soldiers' armor fiercely. The two hostile parties fought in the rain, with swords flashing and shouts of killing coming one after another, and the gaps in various places were already piled with corpses, and the blood had dyed the earth red, which even the rain could not wash away.

Meng Jun had already arrived at the battlefront. The morale of Meng's soldiers was high, and even heavy rain and mud could not stop them.

"Kill, kill!" The roars echoed in everyone's ears. Almost all the Green Camp soldiers showed expressions of fear and despair. Even the Mongolian Eight Banners Supervisory Team had already joined the Mongolian army. If it weren't for the Eight Banners barely holding the line, the Green Camp soldiers would have collapsed long ago.

After two hours of fierce fighting, both the Meng army and the Qing army were extremely exhausted. However, the Green Camp's morale and fighting spirit had hit rock bottom.

The Meng army was like a tiger rushing down a mountain, they rushed into the enemy camp in the rain without hesitation. The rain had already soaked their uniforms, and although they were exhausted, it could not extinguish the fighting spirit in their hearts.

The Green Camp's defense line was gradually torn apart in the rain, and the soldiers fought bravely and fearlessly. In the bloody rain and wind, the two sides fought hand-to-hand, and the fierce battle was breathtaking.

Meng Jun stood in the formation, and arrows were shot at him from time to time. One arrow even hit Meng Jun's feet. Yu An quickly raised his shield to protect him. Seeing this, Meng Jun said loudly and proudly: "The enemy's arrows are so weak!"

Then he gave a loud order: "Yu An, guards, follow me to charge." Yu An and dozens of others surrounded Meng Jun, while the guards behind him passed Meng Jun and rushed into the enemy camp.

Meng Jun's personal guards rushed into the Qing army camp with unstoppable momentum, and every member of their team was full of high morale.

Under the fierce attack of the Royal Guards, the Green Camp soldiers fell into chaos. They looked at the aggressive warriors in horror, their morale had dropped, and they had almost no power to fight back. The Royal Guards mercilessly waved their weapons and harvested the lives of the enemies.

The entire battlefield was filled with a strong smell of blood, but the morale of the Royal Guards was not affected at all. They fought more and more bravely and kept advancing forward.

As the battle line advanced, more and more soldiers poured into the enemy camp, and they engaged in close combat with the enemy, with life and death at the drop of a hat. Rainwater mixed with blood, forming a red mud.

Bolo's face was distorted at this time, and he wished he could go into the battlefield himself. The Green Camp was useless, and almost all the Manchu Eight Banners soldiers had gone into battle. The Eight Banners heavy infantry could not defeat the Meng army's heavy armored army in front of them, and could only struggle to hold on against the Meng army with numerical advantage.

As time passed, the Eight Banners descendants fell one after another on the misty land of Jiangnan. Their bodies were intertwined with the rain, and every fall was accompanied by splashes of water and heavy muffled sounds.

"Marshal, we can't hold it. Fang Guoan's Green Camp is about to collapse. If the enemy army breaks into the camp, it will be a chaotic battle. We don't know how many of our men will have to be involved. Even if we win, we will still lose," Bai Yingtu said anxiously.

There was an almost desperate look on Bolo's face. In such weather, how many people could be evacuated even if they tried to retreat? Moreover, now that they were already in a melee, it would be impossible to retreat.

Bolo held his sword in his hand and said in a deep voice: "I, Aixinjuelu Bolo, am a Manchu who will fight to the death. How can I escape like a rat?"

Bai Yingtu urged: "If the commander-in-chief is caught in the chaos, the prestige of the Eight Banners will be greatly damaged, and Meng Jun, this villain, is even more arrogant."

Nikan also advised: "Today we have neither the right time nor the right place, nor the support of others. Please make a quick decision. If we delay any longer, the loss of our men will be even greater."

Bolo showed a look of indecision on his face. After being persuaded by the generals, he gritted his teeth and said, "Order Surile to lead the eight banners of Mongolia to cover the rear, and gather the eight banners to withdraw from the camp."

Following the orders shouted by the Eight Banners generals, the remaining Eight Banners soldiers rushed towards the northern camp in a panic, leaving their armor and helmets behind, and some even threw away their weapons.

Bolo and other Eight Banners generals were also in a state of embarrassment. Their original majestic image was gone. Some had dirty water on their faces, and some had wounds on their bodies. Blood kept seeping out and was washed away by the rain. They ran desperately while looking back, fearing that the enemy would catch up. The once invincible Qing cavalry was now in such a state of embarrassment.

As soon as Bolo withdrew from the front line, the two camps in the southwest could no longer hold on. Surile's face turned pale. The men of the grassland did not die on their horses, but died in the muddy and rotten land. That damn Bolo actually abandoned them. But Surile was not a fool. He knew he could not hold on. After holding on for a while, he ordered the Mongolian soldiers to withdraw from the battlefield and fled.

With the brave efforts of the Meng army soldiers, the Qing army camp was breached, and the dawn of victory appeared in the rain. Fang Guoan's Green Camp had already collapsed, and no matter how many Green Camp soldiers were sent in, they would collapse at the first blow. A large number of Green Camp soldiers lost their weapons and surrendered.

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"Victory! Victory! Victory!" Meng Jun shouted excitedly, his voice echoing over the battlefield like thunder. At the same time, the soldiers of Meng's army also shouted excitedly, the sound waves were like waves, one higher than the other.

At this moment, someone shouted out, "Long live! Long live!" These two words seemed to ignite the fire deep in the hearts of all the soldiers. They followed suit and shouted in unison, their voices becoming louder and more majestic. For a moment, the sound of "Long live" resounded through the sky, one after another, and continuously. The entire battlefield was drowned in this deafening cheer, as if the earth was shaking.

Be it Meng Jun, Han Xiong, or the other generals, all of them were excited and excited at this moment. Their faces were filled with the joy of victory and heroism, as if they had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Meng Jun was so excited that he could hardly contain himself. He opened his arms and shouted to the vast sky: "Great victory! The enemy has been defeated!" The hoarse shout was like thunder, and his voice was full of joy and pride of victory.

The other generals also followed suit and shouted, waving their weapons and announcing this great victory to the world. The cheers rose and fell, like a surging tide, one wave higher than the other. How many lives had been sacrificed to win this victory? How could it not be exciting?

What Meng Jun didn't notice was that Xiong Ruolin, who was already extremely excited, had a dark face. He opened and closed his lips, as if he wanted to say something. He clenched his fists and slowly loosened them after a while. He took a deep breath as if he had made up his mind, and slowly closed his eyes. But a sentence emerged in his mind - "Ambitious people!"