Chapter 9 Decisive Battle

The flags roared in the strong wind, and the yellow dragons on the flags were swaying in their teeth and claws, lifelike.

The chaotic sound of horse hooves in his ears gradually approached, and Duoduo glanced sideways and waited quietly.

"The slave is here to apologize to Prince Yu!"

Geng Zhongming knelt on his knees, his eyes dodged, his armor was covered with loess, and he ran so hard that he even lost his helmet.

The several cavalrymen of the Zhenghuang Banner of Han Army followed him were also shocked and in a mess, waiting for the final verdict in jeopardy.

Duoduo, who has always been known for his brutality, was terriblely calm at this time. He just looked at the remnants of the Han army indifferently, and then withdrew his eyes and turned to the battlefield near the ditch.

There was no great hope for these Han people, so naturally there would be no excessive disappointment.

The formation of the Manchurian Guards near the ditch has been dispersed, and only dozens of people are still struggling to support them.

Duoduo narrowed his eyes slightly, and he knew in his heart that Shang Shan could no longer save him.

"There are only hundreds of cavalry behind Liu Fangliang. You brought more than a thousand people to rescue him. Why are you defeated so quickly?"

Geng Zhongming looked up in a hurry and his words trembled.

"Those cavalry are old camps around Li Zhe. The slaves were caught off guard and their subordinates were all dispersed, and even the defeated soldiers could not be stopped."

"Slave. Slave really tried its best, Prince!"

Duoduo pressed the broad-blade goose-winged sword that had not yet been unsheathed on his waist, and exuded a fearful murderous intent all over his body. After pondering for a while, he snorted coldly and raised his hand to signal.

"Li Zhe is here for preparation this time. You can't blame you all, get up."

Geng Zhongming and others immediately looked surprised and quickly got up.

"I thanked Prince Yu!"

Duoduo raised his horse whip, pointed at the back of the Dashun Army, and looked into the distance.

"What is the reason why the bandits' fighting style tonight is different from the past?"

Geng Zhongming rushed forward and still felt scared when he recalled the battle just now.

"These bandits who robbed the camp tonight carried a lot of firearms, one of which was the unblocked cannon recorded in the Fire Dragon God Book. After release, there was poisonous fire and smoke. The Ming army used it to rob the camp."

"In terms of the terrain of the ditch downwards, if it is discovered by bandits and thrown with no stop cannons, it will be a life-and-death death."

Duoduo's throat moved slightly and he sneered.

"The bullshit Fire Dragon God Book, just the name is so frightening. My Qing warriors never fear their firearms!"

Geng Zhongming himself was a defeated general. Although he was a king with Duoduo, one was a master and the other was a slave. He had a huge difference in status and had to be pleased and laughed.

Having said that, Duoduo's eyes were deep and knew that as the head coach, he should not underestimate the enemy.

During the daytime battle, Shang Shan led the five hundred Manchu guards and directly broke through the right wing of the Dashun Army, like a sharp knife inserted into the central army, and in the end only three people were killed.

Previously, he always felt that with the 500 elite Manchu guards led by Shang Shan and more than a thousand green camp horses, he could easily defeat any sneak attack bandits.

Unexpectedly, the war situation would develop like this. The Manchurian Guardians were found in an ambush and trapped near the ditch and could not move. They were consumed bit by bit. Even more than a thousand Green Camp horses sent to rush to help were quickly defeated.

From this point of view, these bandits are something new.

Geng Zhongming was defeated in the battle and his face disappeared, and he was even more eager to show his feelings in front of his master.

"Prince, the servant is willing to be a pioneer and make meritorious service!"

Duoduo looked him up and down, and the horse whip in his hand swayed.

"No need, I will give you ten thousand green camps. You can arrange an array outside Jindou Pass to prevent Li Thief from leaving the pass."

Compared to Li Zicheng's army, it is obvious that these long-term battles near the ditch are more like soft persimmons. Geng Zhongming really doesn't want to face the main force of the Dashun Army.

But it is obvious that after defeat last night, Duoduo no longer trusts him as the chief general of the Han army.

"Don't worry, the servant will live up to his entrusted responsibility!"

Duoduo ignored the little Jiujiu in Geng Zhongming's heart, and rode his horse forward with a broad-blade, winged sword, and saw the entire situation near the ditch.

Then, the whip in his hand waved upwards.

Behind him, a large group of Qing troops were rumbling and moving, people next to each other, crowded with people.

The three yellow dragon crows each stood in three different directions. When they were about to approach the ditch, a rapid gong sound came from and suddenly stopped.

The fire gradually extinguished, and dozens of Manchurian guards' bodies that could not be seen clearly fell under the ditch. After the crackling sounds, only a scorched earth was left.

After fighting overnight, Liu Fangliang, like everyone else, was already exhausted. After pulling out the iron spear, he fell to the ground, gasping heavily.

There was also a reason why Liu Fangliang went to find the Qing army general wearing red striped iron armor. During the day, Liu Fangliang was ordered by Li Zicheng to lead more than a thousand old camp elite cavalry to attack the Qing army camp.

At that time, it was the Qing army general wearing red armor who led the Manchu guards to resist his charge, forcing Li Zicheng to withdraw Liu Fangliang when the front army was in a hurry.

Finally, the Qing general, led the Manchu Guards, appeared unexpectedly on the right wing of the Dashun Army, and defeated the archers and gunners left by Li Zicheng on the right wing.

Liu Fangliang pulled out the iron spear that was deeply inserted into Shang Shan's body. The black trouser arrow jacket on his body was already full of holes. He looked at the familiar figure lying on the ground coldly and spat fiercely.

"Good to die!"

After a breath of anger, Liu Fangliang raised his eyes and looked around, and was surprised to see the changes on the battlefield at this moment.

The Qing army rushed forward at night and surrounded the three sides, surrounding the battlefield ditch last night.

There are only two ways before these old camps of Dashun Army, including humiliating surrender or death in battle.

But the problem is that the Qing army still had preferential treatment for the surrendered soldiers of the Ming army, but never held back the old camps of the Dashun army.

Since the retreat of Shanhaiguan, all the surrendered Dashun old camps have been brutally killed. In history, Ma Shiyao, the guard of Tongguan in Dashun, led 7,000 Dashun troops to surrender, and were all killed by Duoduo.

So the two roads become one road, just fighting to the death.

The Qing army surrounded by furious horses and was full of energy. Although the Dashun Army near the ditch annihilated the 500 Manchu guards ambushed here, they were all wounded and dejected.

No one thinks that he will go out alive today and it's all over.

Liu Fangliang's pleasure after revenge was gone, and he suddenly felt that he was not a good general.

The battle overnight not only failed to detect the ambush under the ditch in time, but also had no foreseeable tactics of the Qing army's three-sided encirclement.

The Qing army has completed the encirclement, and there is no chance of escaping, not to mention winning.

The remaining Dashun Old Camp had only more than a thousand people, and at least tens of thousands of Qing troops surrounded. The comparison between the two sides was really worth mentioning.

Now they are like a lonely boat in the sea, and they may be drowned in the Qing army's crowd at any time.

Liu Fangliang looked dim and threw the blood-stained iron spear to the ground.

Li Zijing led the yellow-brown war horse and kept moving forward, passing the bodies of various ways of death on the ground. His eyes were already insensitive.

If others surrender, they may survive, but if they surrender, they will definitely be killed.

Having reached this point, Li Zijing didn't want to continue to wait for death, and he had to fight to survive.

"Dong--"

"Dongdongdongdong--!"

On the other end of the horizon, there was a rhythmic drumbeat.

The old camps of Dashun, who were sitting on the ground, stopped and developed a tacit understanding. They looked up and looked into the distance.

That was the marching drum they were familiar with!

Nine months ago, the Dashun Army, which was tying millions, defeated Ningwu with such drum sounds, surrendered to Xuanda, and overthrew the corrupt Ming court!

The land under my feet rumbled and trembled, and even the loess gravel was jumping happily.

From southeast to northwest, fierce shouts of killing gradually sounded from all directions, and mountains and roars came like tsunamis.

Li Zijing stood up and looked into the distance, only to see the smoke and dust of the Qing army rolling in the back, and the brigade of troops was constantly mobilizing.

More and more old camps of Dashun Army stood up, and the huge sense of hope shattered the despair that was dying.

Liu Fangliang picked up the iron spear, gritted his teeth and supported him, which happened to Li Zijing turn around and look back.

The two looked at each other, and Liu Fangliang looked at Li Zijing, who was standing in the setting sun and holding a steel knife, and recognized the burning fire in his eyes that was different from anyone else.

Liu Fangliang took a step back, and Li Zijing nodded slightly at him.

"It will win!"

"Da Shun will win!!"

The drum beat continued, and the shouts became closer and closer.

When the first blue king of Explosion appeared in sight, more than a thousand Dashunjun could no longer suppress his excitement and burst into loud cheers.

Everyone knows that the real decisive battle has begun.
Chapter completed!