I am the prince of the Ming Dynasty, I don't give up

Chapter 548: Elegy (Part )
The battle between the two sides lasted only about fifteen minutes before the gunfire gradually subsided. In fact, after 10 minutes of shooting, the arrays of both sides were completely shrouded in thick smoke, and then the two sides continued to shoot blindly through the smoke for another five minutes. After the survivors' adrenaline subsided, they stopped.
They dropped their muskets in a daze, listening to the groans and screams around them. The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and a faint smell of blood. It seemed that even the wind stopped, unwilling to blow away the heavy sorrow. They felt extremely confused.
At this moment, a gust of wind blew, dispersing the smoke covering the battlefield and allowing people to see the full picture of the battlefield clearly.
The teams of both sides were no longer as strict and orderly as before, replaced by the remains of soldiers and broken weapons scattered everywhere. Soldiers were lying in the snow, their faces twisted, their eyes full of unwillingness and despair; or they struggled to stand up, but were dragged back to the ground by the ruthless pain, and could only utter weak groans. The bright red blood flowed on the snow, gathering into shocking rivers, silently telling the cruelty of war.

The commanders of both sides stood at the edge of their respective positions, their faces full of fatigue, helplessness and heartache. They looked at the devastated land. They had all grown much older in just fifteen minutes.
The people who had been paying attention to the battlefield were all staring at the hellish scene on the battlefield in a daze and lost the ability to speak. The two armies that had just been in good order were gone, along with the handsome uniforms and mighty armor. Everyone on the battlefield became extremely embarrassed.
A distance of one hundred meters is not the best shooting distance for a flintlock rifle, but this killing weapon still demonstrates its powerful destructive power and killing efficiency.
This was the first time that the Ming Dynasty had engaged in a firearms battle of this scale, and within just fifteen minutes, it caused several thousand casualties.
Guan Dali got up from the ground. His most cherished military uniform was covered with mud, but he didn't care at all. He stared blankly at the scene on the battlefield, feeling sad. Two lines of hot tears flowed down unconsciously, leaving two white marks on his black face.
Xia Songshan, who had just been held by him, finally struggled to stand up. He ran madly towards the open space between the two armies to look for his son.
He found it quickly, because there was only that red figure in the open space between the two armies, but there were several big holes on Xia Yingyong's chest and back, and the whole person had lost his breath.
There was no way he could survive the fire from both sides.
"My child - my son -" Xia Songshan cried out in great grief.

His voice drowned out the voices of all the people around him. His sorrowful figure and voice attracted all the survivors, leaving them with an extremely deep impression, and became a sad footnote to this war.
"General, let's retreat." A surviving Guards soldier walked up to Shi Wanshan and said.

Shi Wanshan ignored the guard soldier and the retreat horn behind him, but stared blankly at Xia Songshan's figure in the middle of the battlefield.
He could faintly hear Xia Songshan's shouts, and he murmured, "What a sin! Fathers and sons are killing each other, and brothers are killing each other."

"General, let's retreat! The city is ordering us to retreat." More and more guards gathered around Shi Wanshan.
Shi Wanshan still didn't react, just muttering to himself
The surrounding guards could only lift Shi Wanshan up and drag him back
Because the other old guards have already entered the battlefield, this is not a place for them to stay for long.
Shi Wanshan allowed himself to be carried by the soldiers. He kept looking at the sad figure through the gaps in the crowd.
Groups of civilians and medical personnel rushed into the battlefield after the battle and provided indiscriminate rescue and treatment to all the wounded on the battlefield.
Although the brutal battle caused many people to vomit, they still tried their best to provide treatment.
"Dali, are you okay?" A surprised voice suddenly appeared in Guan Dali's ears.

It was Guan Gui who led the villagers of Guanjia Village and walked over carefully.
Guan Dali was lying on the cold ground, staring at the dim sky with lifeless eyes. There was a dead look in his eyes. Tears slowly slid down from the corners of his eyes. He did not respond to Jia Gui's voice at all.

"We won! We won! You are really great. You didn't bring shame to our Guanjia Village. You are all great. This scene scared us all." Jia Gui picked up Guan Dali from the ground, with a look of fear on his face.

Guan Dali remained silent. What he had just experienced was too much of a shock to him. It was not that he had never seen a sea of ​​blood and corpses, but this fratricidal battle was too much of a shock to him.
"You should take a good rest. We will carry you back." Jia Gui continued when he saw Guan Dali's look.

Then they carefully lifted Guan Dali, put him on a stretcher, and carried him away from the battlefield.
Jiang Bin tightly gripped the hilt of the knife at his waist, looking at the city with a grim face. He saw the scene just now very clearly, and the casualties on both sides were even more obvious.

This was a battle without a winner. If we had to choose a winner, the Guards would have suffered fewer casualties because they were more skilled in tactics and techniques, and fired more bullets in subsequent battles, causing greater casualties to the Old Guards.

Although the Old Guards were not as skilled in tactics, they fought to the death, which was one of the main reasons for the heavy casualties.
But this result was meaningless to him, and it was not what he wanted. What he wanted was for the Guards to win with a great advantage, rather than the current situation where both sides suffered heavy casualties and had a small advantage that could not be turned into a big victory.

Because from now on, the old guards have at least 20 soldiers, while his guards are only .
"Duke, what should we do next?" A voice suddenly sounded in Jiang Bin's ears.

Jiang Bin was startled. When he saw that it was Gu Yishan, he angrily asked, "Why are you here?"

"The palace and several ministers heard that a fight had broken out here, so they sent me to check out the situation." Gu Yishan said, looking at the battlefield in the distance.

"It seems that we have underestimated the King of Wu. After all, he has been the regent for fourteen years." Gu Yishan's face was gloomy.

"Is there any point in talking about this now? You have seen the situation clearly, you can get out now!" Jiang Bin said coldly.

Gu Yishan did not leave, but gritted his teeth and said: "I ask the Duke to make a decision as soon as possible."

(End of this chapter)