The setting sun is like blood.

The wind was strong and the banners of the Qing Dynasty were intertwined and making a sound in the air.

In front of Pingchuan, a bloody fight was taking place.

Underfoot is the dilapidated city wall. Dashun troops wearing various colors of arrow uniforms are fighting for their lives with the Qing army. The sound of footsteps, cannon fire and shouts are endless.

Li Zijing looked at all this dullly, and then suddenly felt a sense of dizziness in his mind. Before he could recover, he was thrown to the ground.

"Why are you so dazed? Are you trying to kill me?" A middle-aged man wearing a light blue arrow jacket with a waistband and a felt hat yelled with spittle flying in front of his eyes.

"If I had been slower, your life would have been lost!"

Li Zijing recognized the person standing in front of him immediately. He was his brother Li Zicheng.

In other words, he is the original brother.

Historically, this night attack by the Dashun Army was also very rough and unorganized.

Because after thirteen days, the Qing army will transport dozens of Hongyi cannons, and the indestructible city wall of Tongguan will be reduced to powder under the power of the cannons.

In the moment of confusion, the Qing army's cavalry had already overwhelmingly defeated the Dashun army's right wing, and then went straight to the central army, reaping the battlefield like a wind and lingering clouds.

Facing the ferocious Qing army, Li Zijing, who traveled through time and became the younger brother of "King Li Chuang", knew that the Qing army would never let him go. Once he left the main force of the Dashun army, he would have no capital to resist.

The mighty Ming Dynasty, which made seven voyages to the West and conquered Mongolia five times in the past, was overthrown by the Dashun peasant army led by Li Zicheng on March 19 this year.

Looking at this scene, Li Zijing's heart trembled slightly.

A few lives would be lost by mowing grass.

"Mingjin withdraws the troops."

Looking at the defeated Dashun army under the city, Li Zijing suddenly realized that, yes, if he followed the path of history like this, he would only die.

Li Zijing smiled bitterly and lamented how unfair his fate was.

But now, we are on the real Tongguan battlefield on December 29, the 17th year of Chongzhen.

But in fact, the Qing army had long expected that the Dashun army would attack the camp tonight and had arranged an ambush in advance.

Later, the traitor Wu Sangui led the Qing troops into the pass. The Dashun army defeated Shanhaiguan and collapsed thousands of miles. They retreated from the capital and returned to their hometown of Shaanxi.

When Li Zijing woke up from his dream, he found that he was riding a horse, and behind him were pursuers with money and rat tails, shouting incomprehensible bird songs.

From being a top student in later generations, the proud son of heaven, he woke up to become a bandit leader in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties, and then he fled for hundreds of miles.

The steel knife in Li Zicheng's hand was stained with blood, the blood-red setting sun was hanging above his head, and his voice was mixed with a little tremor.

The Qing army wanted to kill me and then quickly, but Nanming regarded me as a bandit.

As a blood relative of Li Zicheng, the Qing army definitely wanted to kill him quickly, and history has proven that this is not an alarmist statement.

But I didn't expect that it would be the most solid sleep I've had in the past two months.

The Dashun Army will soon be attacked from both sides by the Qing Army, and will eventually abandon Tongguan!

"Dang Dang Dang——"

For more than two months, Li Zijing didn't even get a sound sleep. He was fighting everywhere. The only thing he could do was one word - run!

Eighty thousand Dashun troops lined up in front of Tongguan and took the initiative to attack the Qing army's camp twenty miles away. Although their numbers were superior to that of the Qing army, they were completely unable to perform on the narrow and uneven terrain in front of Tongguan.

Although he didn't understand it, Li Zijing also understood that it was definitely not a good word.

In history, Li Zijing was defeated in Huguang and surrendered to the Qing Dynasty, and was brutally killed by the Qing army!

Even though the Third Prince Zhu had been hiding for most of his life, he was eventually found and exterminated by Kangxi!

As for Nanming, Li Zijing understood that instead of believing in this group of Crouching Dragons and Phoenixes who had "cooperated with the pirates and defeated the bandits" in history, it was better to believe that he could make a comeback.

What kind of world is this?

But Li Zijing now has no room to care about the lives of others. The most important thing is how to save his own life before Tongguan is about to be breached!

Li Zijing's consciousness, or soul, came from four hundred years later.

So Li Zijing could only keep running, and spent more than two months living in a state of confusion, like a bereaved dog.

It seemed that I had no other choice but to resolutely fight against the Qing Dynasty.

The light blue color is Li Zicheng's Chuangwang Dagu.

Liu Fangliang led more than a thousand elite cavalry from the old battalion in a rampage and rushed towards the Qing camp. As a result, he fell directly into a trap and was surrounded by two Qing troops, causing heavy losses.

The originally solid city wall was shattered by a cannonball that came from nowhere. Several old battalions who were standing next to them disappeared out of thin air, leaving only a pool of bright red blood.

Can't hide, can't run away.

This kind of gap is no exaggeration to describe as falling into an ice cave.

A Dashun general named Liu Fangliang will propose a plan to attack the Qing army camp at night tonight.

Only Li Zijing knew what these thirteen days meant.

The failure of the night attack directly led Li Zicheng to give up the initiative to attack and retreated to Tongguan to hold on. The stalemate with the Qing army lasted for thirteen days.

At least, Dashun cannot be allowed to lose so quickly in Shaanxi!

More than two months ago, Li Zijing was a graduate student in the History Department of Fudan University. After preparing his graduation thesis, he lay down on the table and took a nap. At that time, he thought about waking up and going back to the dormitory to get enough sleep.

I'm afraid there is no more tragic time traveler than myself. As soon as I crossed over, I was chased away by the Qing army like a rabbit. I ran from Taiyuan to Tongguan and fled for nearly a hundred miles.

The rapid sound of gongs suddenly resounded throughout Guancheng.

If I remember correctly, tonight is my chance to decide Dashun, my final fate.

"Do you think that if you hide under the city and the Qing dogs come in, they will let you go?"

Li Zijing picked up the hat that fell on the ground and put it on his head. He clenched the Yanling knife in his hand and his eyes gradually became firm.

Li Zijing raised his head and saw that with the sound of gongs, the Dashun army arrayed in front of the pass retreated like a tide under the light blue banner.

Since the defeat at Shanhaiguan, Li Zicheng fled in embarrassment, failed to win a single battle, and was as fearful of the Qing army as a tiger.

According to historical circumstances, Dashun could not stay in Shaanxi. He would have followed Li Zicheng and fled all the way, and finally died under the encirclement and interception of the Qing army.

Then we have to risk our lives in Tongguan!

Li Zijing stared into the distance and saw that the route of the Dashun Army was scattered all over the mountains and plains.

If he continues like this, Tongguan will be lost and the whole of Shaanxi will fall. Within a few months, he will follow in the footsteps of his original self and follow Li Zicheng in defeat in Huguang!

Before Dashun is completely defeated in Shaanxi, before the battle of Tongguan is completely defeated, something must be done to save the situation!

By that time, no matter how high or large the city wall is, it will be a dead end.

During this period, Li Zijing was in a state of confusion.

The title of Li Zijing's graduation thesis in later generations was about the defeat of the Dashun Army. He knew the final result of the Tongguan Battle in front of him very well.

If you want to change the strategy that Li Zicheng adheres to later, you can't do it with just words. You have to use a victory to tell him that the Qing army is also a human being and can be defeated!

"We can't fight anymore, we can't fight anymore." Li Zicheng put away the knife and walked past Li Zijing in despair, saying as he walked:

"Deal on raising the account!"

Li Zijing's heart trembled. It was time to agree on the battle and defense.

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