"Charge!"
The Han soldiers in charge of attacking did not charge like a swarm of bees. Instead, they attacked wave after wave like a tide.
This was because the battlefield was limited in size. With so many soldiers gathered, the army formation could not be spread out.
The second was to make the attack more powerful.
The battlefield was limited, and there were guards stationed in front.
If they didn't defeat the defending army, they would open a passage.
Even if the entire army pressed forward, they would be stuck at the back and unable to move, becoming meat targets for the long-range firepower of the defending army.
Therefore, the attacking side basically formed a wave of tens or hundreds of people. They controlled the rhythm and charged forward one after another. In the end, the defending army was crushed and repelled.
When they were two to three hundred meters away from the defensive line, the first wave of Han soldiers began to charge.
The serfs pushed the shield carriage, and the Han soldiers followed behind the shield carriage and began to jog and accelerate.
The ten shield chariots charged straight for the mountain fortress.
"Fire!"
On the defense line, the ballistae and catapults on the surrounding fortresses fired at the same time.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Dozens of crossbow bolts and rocks flew towards the charging Han soldiers.
On the spot, seven or eight Han soldiers were unlucky enough to be nailed to the ground by crossbow bolts. Two shield carts were smashed by the falling stones, and the serfs who were pushing the carts were sent flying.
And this was only the first wave of firepower.
With the terrain advantage, the soldiers guarding the South Pass could calmly adjust the posture of the ballistae and catapults, aiming at the enemy and firing.
Just one wave of heavy long-range firepower had caused a lot of casualties.
The first wave of Han soldiers finally managed to break through the long-range firepower of the soldiers guarding the South Pass.
However, they bumped into the arrows fired by the archers in the trenches.
The Han soldiers who couldn't dodge in time were shot on the spot and fell to the ground.
From a hundred meters away from the defensive line to the front of the defensive line trenches, there were people who were shot and fell to the ground.
From the beginning to the end, the Han soldiers of the Qing army, these cannon fodder, had no strength to fight back.
They were here to be cannon fodder and attract the firepower of the defenders.
When they were dozens of meters away from the defense line, the Han soldiers who had managed to survive the area covered by ballistae, catapults, and crossbows had no choice but to force themselves to crawl out from behind the shield carriages and launch a final charge under the urging of their officers.
He ran with all his might towards the defensive line.
However, in the end, they were still blocked by the trenches built at the foot of the mountain where the fortress was located.
These trenches were exactly the height of a person.
Like a wall, it blocked the path of these Han soldiers.
If they wanted to attack the fortress on the mountain, they would have to climb the trenches.
As for the defending soldiers standing in the trenches, they were waiting for them to rush over.
Immediately, he was greeted with a wave of steel blades and spears.
Attacks from above were not only more powerful, but they were also aimed at the head and neck.
If he was hit by a spear or a saber, he would definitely die.
As for the attacking Han soldiers, not only did they have to find a way to climb the trenches, but they also had to raise their heads to attack.
If he wanted to attack, he had to raise his head. Once he raised his head, it was as if he was sending his head up.
After a series of slashes and stabs, the Han soldiers who had finally reached the front of the defense line fell to the swords and spears before they could even see the enemy's face clearly.
One knife, one kill, one spear, one kill.
The soldiers guarding the defense line of the South Pass were extremely satisfied with the battle and started killing.
The Han army was beaten into a passive position, and they were at a disadvantage. They could not shake the defense line at all. Instead, it was as if they were here to deliver their heads.
Behind them, wave after wave of Han soldiers, under the cover of the shield chariots, charged through the area covered by the ballistae, catapults, and long-range crossbows.
However, before he could do much, he was stabbed to death by the defenders on the defensive line.
Before this, the Han soldiers had not reacted at all, but after seven or eight waves of Han soldiers charged forward, at least a thousand soldiers had charged forward.
After the defensive line was still intact, they were suddenly jolted awake.
It was as if he suddenly came back to his senses and looked at the battlefield in front of the defense line.
He was instantly afraid and did not dare to charge forward.
It even affected the Han soldiers who were waiting behind them and preparing to charge.
They watched as seven or eight groups of people charged forward, but not only did they not achieve any results, but they also suffered heavy casualties. It was extremely tragic.
These Han soldiers could not take it anymore, and their morale was on the verge of collapsing. Some soldiers even stopped in their tracks, hesitating and not daring to continue charging.
With this hesitation, the rhythm of the charge was broken.
The tide attack formed a gap, and the attacking Qing and Han soldiers were clearly cut off from the middle.
With the area covered by the ballista and catapults as the dividing point, the Qing soldiers in the rear hesitated and did not dare to advance.
As for the Qing soldiers who rushed to the front of the defense line, they were dying at every moment.
The expression of Bruglu, who was watching the battle from behind, changed. He immediately gave a look to the Tartar leader beside him.
Immediately, the Manchu Eight Banners Tartar Army that was overseeing the battle from the back moved and pressed forward.
The Han soldiers blocking in front were slashed to the ground.
After killing a few people, he roared coldly,""Those who retreat will die, and those who fear the battle will die!"
"Charge!"
The Han soldiers were filled with fear of the Eight Banners Tartars. They had no choice but to brace themselves and charge into the death zone created by the long-range firepower of ballistae, catapults, and crossbows.
The unlucky ones were shot dead by ballistae or crushed to death by rocks falling from the sky.
The lucky ones managed to get past the defense line safely, but they were still blocked.
Because the Qing soldiers who had rushed to the front of the defense line were unable to break through the defense line and open a gap.
As a result, the Qing soldiers who were threatened by the Manchu Eight Banners Soldiers were blocked in front of the defense line and could not attack at all.
A large number of soldiers gathered together.
Naturally, it attracted the attention of the ballistae and catapults on the fortresses.
The arrows and rocks behind them moved forward and smashed into the crowd.
At every moment, there were large numbers of casualties.
The Qing army was heavily injured on the spot. Countless people scattered and fled in all directions.
Inevitably, it led the entire army to flee, far away from the defense line.
Morale collapsed. Even if the Eight Banner Soldiers who were supervising the battle from the rear madly killed the defeated soldiers, they couldn't stop it.
In the end, he gave up helplessly.
"Milord, just these Han soldiers alone won't be able to break through the rebel army's defense line!”
"We need our Banner Soldiers to charge forward and forcefully open a gap!”
The Tartar leaders shook their heads helplessly.
Bruru's expression was cold, and his eyes were fierce. He said coldly,"No hurry, let's first exhaust the strength of the rebel army!”
The Tartar chieftains around him were slightly stunned, and then they said hesitantly,"In the battle just now, the Han army suffered heavy casualties. I'm afraid it will be difficult to organize another attack, and we don't have enough troops."
Bruru interrupted him and said coldly,""If we don't have enough troops, let the serfs do it. Tens of thousands of serfs are enough to exhaust the rebel army!”
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