Southern Ming Rebel Army

"Hold on! Hold on!" The Meng army officer in the front row yelled at the top of his lungs. His forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat that slid down his cheeks. The soldiers standing in the front could already see the faces of the Eight Banners soldiers.

"Release! Shoot..." With the officer's high-pitched command, the archers in the back row loosened their bowstrings and shot the arrows they had already set into the sky. A low "buzzing" sound was heard, and countless arrows rose into the air like locusts, and then poured down like raindrops towards the densely packed Eight Banners cavalry.

In an instant, arrows fell like rain, crossing with the Eight Banners cavalry. From time to time, unlucky bannermen were shot in the vitals, screamed and fell off their horses, and were trampled into bloody mud by the horses behind them. Some horses were frightened by arrows and ran around madly, disrupting the originally neat formation.

After only two or three rounds of arrows, the Eight Banners soldiers were already within reach. As the Eight Banners cavalry swept in like a gust of wind, they rode on their war horses, and the combination of man and horse looked very tall. The Eight Banners soldiers held their spears and charged forward like a tidal wave.

The sound of killing shook the sky, people shouted and horses neighed! On the battlefield, there were the screams of dying soldiers and the wailing of injured horses everywhere. These sounds intertwined together, as if forming a tragic movement, becoming the main theme of the entire battlefield.

At this moment, the land has been dyed red with blood, the sound of war drums is as loud as thunder, and there is also the exciting sound of trumpets. All the sounds come together, making the entire battlefield bustling with people.

With the charge of the Eight Banners Army, the entire battle line was like a big net being pressed down by gravity, and it sank backwards as a whole. However, the Meng army had experienced so many bloody battles, and the army formation was very resilient. All the soldiers were still gritting their teeth and holding on, not flinching. They held their weapons tightly and resisted desperately.

"Old Zheng, get closer, damn it!" Zhou Liu saw that Zheng Wenbo was still two bodies away from him and shouted anxiously. At this time, his team had been separated by the Eight Banners cavalry, with Qing cavalry on the left, right and front. In Zhou Liu's eyes, his team was in danger.

"Here it comes, here it comes." Zheng Wenbo already knew the cruelty of war, but every time before a battle, he was still extremely nervous. He took a deep breath, but his violently beating heart did not seem to obey his command and continued to beat rapidly. Bloody fights on the battlefield and the tragic scenes of corpses everywhere kept appearing in front of his eyes. Zheng Wenbo could not help but clench the weapon in his hand, feeling the cold touch of the metal bringing some comfort.

Just when Zheng Wenbo was about to move over, an ownerless warhorse was frightened and rushed towards Zheng Wenbo. Zheng Wenbo was not paying attention and was hit by the horse's shoulder. He fell to the ground sideways. Qi Dong beside him hurriedly helped Zheng Wenbo up. Zheng Wenbo saw beads of sweat on his forehead and bursts of pain in his shoulder.

"Oh, damn it, Lao Zheng, are you blind? You didn't see such a big horse?" Zhou Liu cursed in frustration.

"The Tartar army is already in front of us, stop talking nonsense, kill them and join our friendly forces." Zheng Wenbo cursed inwardly, and several people rushed forward and killed towards the side. The Meng army soldiers in this small area then formed their own teams, but still fought separately, some killed forward, some to the left, and some to the right, but no one turned around and fled.

The charge of the Eight Banners cavalry brought tremendous pressure to the Meng army. Dust billowed, and the sound of horse hooves rang out. The infantry lines were crumbling under the impact of the cavalry, but the Meng army's formation was extremely thick, and Tulai's cavalry could not break it in one blow. Although the Meng army soldiers suffered heavy casualties under the cavalry's charge, they still had a firm will to fight.

If an army wins every battle, then its fighting spirit and resilience are completely incomparable to an army that has suffered defeat. Since Meng Jun started his army, his army has never been defeated, whether in defending a city or in a field battle.

After Tulai broke into the Meng army's formation, he felt a little regretful. He regretted that he had been provoked. The bandit army in front of him was completely different from the army that had just broken through the formation. It was not that their combat power was really strong, but that they were very resilient. When the cavalry broke into the formation, some of the bandit troops had been separated, but they still gathered in groups of three or five and fought desperately, while his cavalry was trapped in the formation and could not charge anymore. Moreover, they had already broken through the Meng army, and by this time both the men and horses were exhausted.

At this time, the battlefield was full of broken limbs and blood, and the shadow of death loomed over everyone. But the Meng soldiers were not defeated by fear. They held their positions with tenacious will and fearless courage.

In this thrilling battle, Tulai finally couldn't hold on any longer. In a short period of time, no one knew how many Eight Banner soldiers had fallen, while the Meng army seemed to be still holding on desperately, with no signs of collapse. As Tulai shouted loudly to withdraw, teams of Eight Banner cavalry began to gallop out of the formation. For a while, the scene was extremely chaotic. Some cavalry were still preparing to rush into the formation. Although in chaos, the Eight Banner soldiers gradually withdrew from the battle. As most of the cavalry withdrew, the Eight Banner soldiers trapped in the infantry formation were killed one after another by the Meng army.

Tulai withdrew from the Meng army's bows and arrows and glanced at the remaining banner soldiers. This glance made Tulai feel like crying but without tears. When the first line broke through the Meng army's front camp, only a few hundred people were killed or injured. But when the second line rushed into the Meng army's main formation, Tulai took a rough look and knew that no less than 30% of the Eight Banners soldiers were killed in the infantry formation. Tulai was angry at his superiors who dared to use cavalry to charge into the infantry formation. Thinking of this, Tulai wanted to slap himself.

As the Meng army began to regroup, Tulai took a deep look at the position of the Meng army's center and said hatefully: "Withdraw!"

Looking at the corpses scattered all over the ground, the screams of wounded soldiers, the neighing of horses, and the blood soaking the ground, the scene of the bloody battle just now seemed to be still vivid in my mind.

As the saying goes, a merciful man cannot command an army. Only one year has passed since Meng Jun came to this era. From a person who could not help but want to save a scholar in trouble, to now having experienced so many wars, he has become accustomed to large-scale deaths. However, the corpses all over the ground and the pungent smell of blood are still unbearable for him. Sometimes numbness is also a kind of calmness.