Southern Ming Rebel Army

The battle lasted until noon. Both the Meng army and the Eight Banners of the Green Camp were exhausted. The long battle made the Meng army soldiers blood-thirsty.

Fu Ni was somewhat shocked at this moment. More than half of the more than one thousand elite soldiers of the Eight Banners had been killed, and the remaining soldiers were also exhausted. The swords and spears of the bannermen chopped on the armored soldiers on the opposite side, making a "clang" sound. The swords could not break the armor of the Meng army who were also wearing heavy armor. Some Eight Banner soldiers even threw down their swords and spears and picked up the blunt weapons of the Meng army.

This made the Eight Banners soldiers, who had been rampant for so many years, a little confused. For so many years, the Eight Banners had long believed that they were truly invincible in the world. Now, they were hit on the head with maces, which was somewhat unbelievable.

Fu Ni could not have imagined that he would suffer such heavy losses in the weak land of Jiangnan. The Manchu population was sparse, and every one of the Eight Banners soldiers was precious. With such a heavy loss, even if he won the battle, he would be held accountable. Fu Ni knew clearly that this battle would become his shame and his future would be ruined.

"The bandit army is hateful!" Fu Ni watched his men fall one by one, his anger clouding his mind. He could not forgive himself for being defeated by a group of bandits. Fu Ni picked up his sword and shouted "Kill the bandits, kill the bandits..."

Meng Bizhi held a mace and kept waving it. After knocking over the flag soldier in front of him, he was hit on the side of the waist by a flag soldier on the right with a broadsword. Meng Bizhi staggered and almost fell to the ground. He hurriedly supported himself with the mace on the ground. Seeing this, the guards beside him rushed over and smashed the attacking flag soldier to death on the spot. A personal guard hit him hard on the head, and his whole head split like a watermelon, and even his brains were beaten out, a horrifying red and white color.

Yu Youtian was like a small boat in the waves in this fierce battlefield. Under the cover of shields, several people kept stabbing out with spears. The swords and spears of the Green Camp soldiers on the opposite side kept chopping on the shields. Arrows from the sky kept falling down. Yu Youtian picked up a helmet and put it on his head. This helmet saved his life. An arrow fell from the sky and pierced the helmet, scratching his scalp. If it weren't for this armor, Yu Youtian's life would be in danger now.

Yu Youtian wiped the blood off his face, and then he heard Li Erdi's excited voice coming from his ear, "Boss Yu, look, that must be a high-ranking official."

Yu Youtian said unhappily, "Don't try to show off. Stay in the formation."

Second brother Li looked at him twice unwillingly and squatted down in dismay.

Meng Jun looked around the battlefield. Under the impact of Meng Bizhi's heavy armored army, the thin line of more than 1,000 Eight Banners soldiers in the middle had been torn apart. The surrounding Green Camp soldiers were no match for the heavy armored army. Han Xiong on the right wing, although not recently formed and not very powerful, was also the same as the Green Camp on the opposite side, and was even worse than Han Xiong's Kewu Town.

Meanwhile, Lin Shiqi's Ningwu Town on the left wing was struggling to maintain its front line under the fierce attack of Bai Yongfu's servants. However, the number of servants led by Bai Songlin was too small, and it seemed that Lin Shiqi could hold on for a while longer.

In the middle, Meng Jun could only hope that Meng Bizhi's heavy armored army could defeat the Eight Banners Army as soon as possible. The more he watched, the more anxious Meng Jun became. He had already used all the troops he could use at this time, and even the auxiliary soldiers in each battalion who could pick up swords and guns were sent to the front. Only five personal guards including Yu An, dozens of soldiers guarding the big flag, and a few messengers were left by his side.

Meng Jun looked up at the sky. The battle had been going on for so long, and both armies had reached their limits. The victory or defeat would soon be decided. Meng Jun stared closely at Meng Bizhi's heavily armored army, with a determined look on his face. He said loudly, "Beat the drums, raise the flags, the fate of the world depends on this battle."

Yu An nodded excitedly and shouted loudly, "Beat the drums...and advance the flags. The rise and fall of the country depends on this battle." The soldiers beside him followed suit and shouted. For a moment, the sound was so loud that it echoed throughout the entire battlefield.

Meng Jun quickly came to the front of the battle formation, with the big flag following closely behind him. As the big flag moved forward, the morale of Meng's army was boosted, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

"Changlin Town, heavy armored troops, follow me to kill the enemy," Meng Jun shouted loudly.

"Young master is so domineering." Meng Bizhi grinned, swung the mace in his hand, roared "Kill these bastards," and rushed forward. At one moment, the entire central army moved forward, surging like a tide.

Meng Jun was gambling. As long as he could defeat the Eight Banners soldiers in front of him, the Green Camp behind him would also collapse. At this moment, Meng Jun only had eyes for the bannermen on the opposite side.

"General, there are too many armored troops on the opposite side. More than half of our soldiers have been killed or wounded. If we continue to fight, all the flag soldiers will be killed. Let's go back to Jiangning and ask General Bolo to send out the army," a lieutenant beside Fu Ni tried to persuade him.

Fu Ni's face was uncertain. He could see the situation clearly. If he continued to fight, all of his thousand-plus bannermen would have to stay here. But if he just retreated like that, with such heavy losses and the defeat in the battle, he would lose his life. The only option now was to fight to the death. If Meng Jun was killed, the enemy army would be defeated. As long as he won, he would have a glimmer of hope.

Thinking of this, Fu Ni slashed at the captain's neck with a knife. Before the captain could react, his head rolled out. Fu Ni shouted, "The Eight Banners Iron Army is invincible. This is the end of anyone who dares to talk about retreat." The banner soldiers around him turned pale, but no one said anything. They just raised their weapons and waved them towards the opposite side.

Fu Ni looked at the Meng army flag not far away. The bandit leader Meng Jun was there. Fu Ni raised the big knife in his hand and shouted, "Come here, kill the bandit leader, and we will win this battle. Kill..."

Although Meng Jun arrived at the front of the battle, he was now under the protection of a group of armored soldiers. Yu An was young but had sharp eyes. He saw at a glance that nearly a hundred Eight Banners soldiers seemed to be gathering, forming a faint arrow shape, and heading towards the big flag.

Yu An quickly said to Meng Jun, "Commander-in-chief, the Eight Banners soldiers are trying to charge at the Big Banner."

Meng Jun looked up and saw that they were indeed coming towards him, but he absolutely could not take a single step back, even if he died here.

"Move the flag forward, I'm going to beat these bastards to pieces!" Meng Jun cursed, and on this battlefield filled with the smell of blood, there was no sense of incongruity at all.

The big flag moved forward again, and a group of armored soldiers picked up blunt weapons in their hands to block the Eight Banners soldiers' advance. Funi was extremely angry and pushed away the banner soldiers beside him. He kicked a heavy armored soldier on the opposite side with all his strength. Funi saw several people under the big flag, and Funi shouted excitedly, "The bandit leader is right in front of us, follow me!"

Fu Ni and dozens of bannermen rushed forward desperately. After a while, he finally rushed to Meng Jun's eyes. At this time, the two were only ten steps apart. Meng Jun could clearly see Fu Ni, whose helmet was gone and blood was spitting out of his mouth. There were only two Eight Bannermen left beside him. There were only a few dozen steps away. There were corpses all over the ground, some of them were Eight Bannermen, and some were Meng Jun's heavy armored soldiers.

"Cut off his head," Meng Jun looked at him and said to the soldiers around him.

At this moment, the battlefield was a river of blood and corpses were everywhere. The fallen bodies were trampled into unrecognizable forms by the crowd.