In the eyes of the Ming army and the Qing emperors who were familiar with the details, the Xiying was indeed the weakest link.

Boluo in Yangzhou City fought fiercely with the Ming army for a month, and was familiar with the performance of the Ming army units on the battlefield, so he ordered the breakout cavalry to leave from Xiying.

Zheng Zunqian and Sun Zhijing guarded Xiying together. The Zheng family and the Sun family were Ning Shao's prominent family friends. The two had very similar experiences. They were both youngest sons in the family and were not interested in the imperial examinations. They practiced martial arts since childhood and loved to make friends with the heroes. They were angry when they were shaving their heads.

Xiying is divided into two parts, Zheng Zunqian guards the north of the camp and Sun Zhijing guards the south of the camp.

The sound of guns came from elsewhere, but the Xiying was still quiet before.

Zheng Zunqian sat in the central army's tent and stood with a knife.

"Report, report" a cavalry ran back to the barracks from outside the camp, and arrived at the central army's tent, and reported in panic: "The Qing cavalry is here."

That was the scout who stayed in the high ground outside the camp. He was rushing all the way. If anyone noticed, he would find that the trajectory on his way back to the camp was very strange.

"There are four or five thousand Qing cavalrymen." The scout was indeed a little panicked. The Qing cavalry who broke through the siege a few days ago made the soldiers in the camp feel a little scared. I wonder if those arrangements will work.

"Is that true?" Zheng Zunqian became energetic and stood up to summon several followers and said, "Go and have a look with me."

A watchtower was built at the entrance of the Central Army's tent, which was more than ten feet high. Zheng Zunqian led four followers to climb up the hovering stairs.

The group climbed to the highest platform, and Zheng Zunqian raised the Qianli Mile Mile Mile Mile.

Through the thin fog in the early morning, dense cavalry were slowly coming.

"It's true that I take good care of me, use infantry to attack other camps, and use cavalry to deal with my Western camp."

Zheng Zunqian sneered, put down the Qianli Mile Mile Mile, and ordered the guards to sing flags into the camp.

Teams of infantry walked out of the camp with bird guns in hand, and listed five neat formations in front of the wooden gate of the camp, with the bird gun pointing diagonally towards the sky.

The air is humid.

The Qing cavalry was extremely patient,

The figure in the Qianli Mile Mile became clearer and clearer, and Zheng Zunqian even felt that he could touch the bearded face with just reaching out.

The sound of guns outside the Beiying and Dongying was fierce, and only the Nanying, which had arranged the cannon array, was as calm as before.

"Ba" and Zheng Zunqian's face turned cold and it was raining.

The watchtower ordered flags to be swayed, and thousands of Ming army gunmen retreated from both wings to the tent.

The inside and outside of Xiying Gate became empty in an instant.

This rain had no effect on the Qing soldiers outside the city.

"Here, come." Zheng Zunqian held up the Qianli Miles Miles and showed a grim smile on the corner of his mouth.

The cavalry line accelerated its speed and stopped and watched five or six miles outside the Xiying gate. After a while, the first cavalry line left the queue, and the knights knocked on the reins and rushed towards the Xiying gate.

At the main entrance of Xiying is a bumpy road, with turbid mud and water silting in the deep pit.

A rude man behind Zheng Zunqian suddenly said, "Sir, these are Mongolians."

Zheng Zunqian's Qianlijing did not leave his eyes and said, "That's a pity."

Three miles, two miles... The Qing cavalry saw that there was no one in front of the Ming army's barracks.

"Oh," I don't know who made the first strange cry, and the Mongolian cavalry rushed towards the gate of Xiying like hunting on the grassland.

The Mongolians had a higher status than the Han people, but they could not get rid of the fate of taking the lead.

"Bang"

There was a loud bang.

Zheng Zunqian's mouth trembled.

In the middle of the avenue in front of the main gate of Xiying, soil and turbid water splashed everywhere, two groups of war horses flew out, people around the explosion site were overturned, and four or five cavalry rolled on the ground in pain.

When the smoke of gunpowder dissipated, Zheng Zunqian saw a deep pit exploded in the middle of the road, a deep pit that could bury more than a dozen people.

"It's a pity" Zheng Zunqian put down the Qianli Mile Mile Mile Mile, "only five people were injured"

The plain at the gate of Xiying seemed to have become a mine, exploded one after another, and the shallow pits on the ground turned into deep pits and soil flew. The sprinting Mongolian cavalry naturally stopped, and the confused ones circled the horses to distinguish the direction, and their minds clearly plucked the horses backed, and no one dared to rush forward any more.

"It's a pity" Zheng Zunqian was very dissatisfied.

The Qing barbarians were too cautious. If the dense infantry team came to attack the camp first, or the Qing barbarian cavalry were a little more reckless. The mines buried in more than ten days would not have had such simple results.

The Qing Lu knew that the Western Camp was the weakest link, and of course Zhai Zhe knew it too.

Many soldiers in the Ming army were miners. They did not dig many authentic tunnels into Yangzhou City, but there were deep pits in front and behind Xiying.

After a brief panic, the Qing cavalry retreated.

Zheng Zunqian was as stable as before.

At this moment, a cannon sounded behind him, and he turned his head, and in the mirror of a thousand miles, the west gate of Yangzhou opened wide, and infantrymen rushed out like crucian carp crossing the river.

The Qing barbarians placed the breakthrough in the Western Camp. Boluo heard that the war on the outside had begun and urged ten thousand soldiers to come out according to the agreement.

The Ming army on the tower turned the flag, and a large number of infantrymen in Xiying changed directions and lined up at Xiying Ximen.

Most of the infantry in Xiying came from eastern Zhejiang. They had no experience in dealing with cavalry, but were not afraid of Qing army infantry. The timids were left in the central army to stand by. The warriors who wanted to avenge their previous shame were wearing iron armor and a short axe in their hands to be on guard.

Zheng Zunqian looked in front of him and then, his expression was relaxed.

There were raindrops in the air, so for caution, the bird gunner did not attack. There was only Fengqin, an army with all firearms in the Ming army.

A quarter of an hour later.

At the west gate, the dense array of spearmen from the Ming army handed over the Qing soldiers with fast pace.

The Qing soldiers had few firearms, and Zheng Zunqian used the most defensive formation at the East Gate and used armored soldiers to protect the flanks of the spear square formation.

Time is his best friend.

The Ming army had 150,000 troops and the main soldiers under Yangzhou City. The Nanying needed a guard artillery array, which was the largest. After the Yangzhou soldiers and horses broke out of the city, the Ming army either attacked the Yangzhou City and surrounded Wei to rescue Zhao, or sent people to rush to assist the Xiying.

Outside the west gate of Xiying, the Qing cavalry was reassembling.

Unfortunately, after stepping on the mine formation, the Eight Banners and the Jurchens who supervised the battle were a little confused.

There were only 20,000 soldiers in the Xiying Camp, and at this time, 80% of them were blocking the soldiers and horses that came out of Yangzhou City at the East Gate. However, Zheng Zunqian was mostly focused on outside the Xigou. For some reason, his eyes were looking at the Qing cavalry.

Suddenly, thunder rolled in dozens of miles south.

Rainproof fortifications were built on the artillery formation of the Ming army's southern camp, and the heavy rain could not stop the bombardment of hundreds of artillery artillery.

The guards reminded him: "Sir, the troops in the South Camp have moved."

Zheng Zunqian snorted coldly and said, "Abstract Wei to save Zhao, let's see how Dorgon and Boluo deal with it."

The Yangzhou defenders left the city to attack the Ming army's Xiying, which also took certain risks. If Boluo lost Yangzhou City because of this, even if the Ming army's Xiying was defeated, it would be a deal. Zheng Zunqian did not know that in the eyes of Zhai Zhe and Li Zhian, Yangzhou City was a cooked duck.

Outside the Xiying, the Qing cavalry separated, and a team of infantry appeared behind and marched towards the camp.

Zheng Zunqian closely monitored the outside of the city, and there were constant verbal utterances on the high tower. The sprint of the Qing cavalry just now caused spontaneous thunder. The spontaneous thunder positions were arranged very close to the camp. There were still landmines that needed manual triggering on the road ahead, which were specially prepared for infantrymen.

The infantry hidden in the tunnel triggers the lead based on the signals conveyed by the lookout above.

The roar of the Western Camp quickly overwhelmed the Southern Camp.

One hour later, the flat ground at the gate of Xiying became terrible

This is not a sneak attack, it is a real battle. Dorgon wants to bloom in the center and attack around him. Zhai Zhe wants to siege the city and attack the aid, and tries every means to lure Dorgon from Gaoyou City to outside Yangzhou City.

But this battle was far from grand as expected. Dorgon did not have the courage to take a gamble. The soldiers in the north and east were restrained. The real war was actually just a concentrated Western camp.

And this is the battlefield carefully arranged by Zhai Zhe.

The Qing soldiers outside Xiying were scrambling in the mine formation for an hour before they arrived at the gate of the camp. More than a thousand corpses were placed beside the giant pit in front of Xiying.

In one hour, many things can happen, and one hour on the battlefield is enough to determine the outcome of a war.

Yuan Qizhou led 10,000 soldiers and 10,000 soldiers from the palace to the gate of Xiying, and attacked the Qing soldiers from Yangzhou City with Sun Zhijing's troops.

Unfortunately, the rain suddenly stopped.

Luck turned.

It doesn’t rain all the time during the rainy season. After taking care of the Qing army, the sky began to favor the Ming Dynasty. Those who do not seize the opportunity will be punished.

The Xiying Center was ready to go and the bird gunmen ran towards the stalemate. They passed through the gaps in the square formation of the spear and shot freely among the soldiers.

The Ming army's dense spears were pressing against the soldiers who fought hard by the Qing army.

After the weather cleared, the sound of bird guns and feather arrows appeared almost at the same time, and the casualties on both sides doubled in an instant.

The Ming army's spearmen continued to fall down, and the originally solid square formation loosened a little.

However, the feather arrow failed to determine the battlefield.

In just two quarters of an hour, almost all the Qing army soldiers who charged forward as the mainstay were either dead or injured. The heavy armor was too eye-catching, and the bird gunner and the tiger squat gunner were staring at people and clearing them, driving the Qing soldiers back.

This is a tragic battle

The Qing soldiers attacking from Yangzhou City were at the same time as the front and flanks, and gradually could not resist it.

Zheng Zunqian was looking around, his soldiers were fighting bloody battles, and he was like he was outside the battlefield.

"Here, come." The entourage behind him spoke in a high tone.
To be continued...