In order to repay the life-saving grace of the Ming army in Nanzhili, the Mongolian man decided to have not yet known the matter in front of the formation by Lu Wenzong, the king of Dashun's rebellion, but the defeat of the Pioneer Camp was all taken in his eyes by Qianli Jing.

The consequences of fighting for the heads were immediately reflected after the Manchu soldiers stabilized their positions. In order to drive out the Shun Army that had attacked the camp, Luo Luohun, the prince of Duluo, transferred all the Shun Army's winging Yala soldiers from the two red flags to Shuoerhui. After confirming that the Shun Army would no longer have such a terrible gunpowder packs thrown in, Shuoerhui immediately commanded the Shun Army's winging blue flags and the white flags of the troops in their troops to attack the Shun Army who were fighting for the heads everywhere in the camp.

After a few rounds of arrow rain, a large number of disorderly Shun Army were shot and found that the Manchus were fighting back. Cai Shiying, Wang Shixuan and other generals who were commanding the surrendered soldiers immediately organized their personal soldiers to fight to the death. But their subordinates were too chaotic. Facing the crazy attacks of the Manchu elites, Cai Shiying and others were forced to retreat.

At this time, the local forces were still more powerful than those who rushed to the Manchu soldiers, and the morale of these surrendered soldiers was not too afraid of the Manchu soldiers. Therefore, if the troops cooperated properly, they could still block the Manchu soldiers from counterattack.

However, due to the short time of surrender, the various units temporarily formed a vanguard battalion. In the past, the Han army had different flags. Some generals had thousands of people under their command, some had only a few hundred people, and even dozens of people. In addition, in order to compete for the heads of the Manchu soldiers, many officers joined the crowd, which made it difficult for thousands of vanguard battalions to fight back against the Manchu soldiers.

When a surrendered soldier who grabbed three heads thought he had earned enough and subconsciously ran back, a siege inevitably happened.

The generals such as Cai Shiying, Wang Shixuan and others were hoarse in their voices and could not stop their subordinates from retreating. They could only try to resist the surge of Manchu soldiers with a few personal soldiers, trying to slow down the impact of Manchu soldiers, so that most of them could retreat safely.

But their efforts did not work at all. Even if they were stable here, soldiers from other places were still running around. How could they stop them?

"kill!"

Shuoerhui didn't know that the former Han army's Eight Banners and Green Camp soldiers were attacked. He thought that the other side was the main force of the Shun Army. Seeing that the counterattack was easy to succeed, thousands of Shun Army fled in a panic, and his morale was immediately boosted. He ordered his Manchu flag soldiers to follow him to kill and drive away the Shun Army, trying to use these fleeing Shun Army to disrupt their brigade.

Luo Luohun, Boluo and others also discovered this rare opportunity and organized cavalry to prepare to expand the results of the battle. As Sony said, as long as the Shun army could not break their camp and suffered heavy losses from it, they could only let the Qing army go out of the way.

"It's broken, the Pioneer Camp was driven out by the Tartars!"

When the camp secretary Jiang Xue saw that the vanguard surrendered soldiers who were attacking the Qing camp were driven out again, and the Qing army followed closely and drove them away, he couldn't help but worry that the surrendered soldiers would cause chaos in the subsequent main force.

"It's a pity that our King of Rebellion has too few bags, otherwise these surrendered soldiers could defeat the Tartars."

Jia Hanfu, who joined the army in the camp, regretted that his powerful King of Breaks was too small, otherwise the Qing army would not even have a chance to breathe.

"What a panic? The Tartars are just looking back. The ashes in the stove can still heat up, let alone the Tartars?"

Lu Si's expression was calm, and the scene he saw in Qianli Jing did not have any effect on him at all. After putting down Qianli Jing, Jiang Xueyi, who looked a little panicked, said: "I know why those surrendered soldiers were as fierce as tigers before, but now they are like a group of sheep? Because they surrendered too smoothly."

“It’s too smooth?”

Jiang Xueyi didn't know what the words of King Chuang meant.

Jia Hanfu knew that another meaning of surrendering too smoothly was that these surrendered soldiers didn't know how to cherish. If they knew that they would cherish Dashun's acceptance of their hard-earned opportunity, they would not have escaped in a panic like they are now.

Two-thirds of the main force of the old Huai Army was composed of surrendered troops, but they were able to defeat fierce enemies repeatedly in the Qing war, relying on cherishing opportunities to get promoted and make money, and have a glory and prosperity.

This opportunity is not something that everyone can have, nor is it just by changing clothes, but it depends on their hands and courage to fight.

If you don’t fight hard, you will be rich.

If you fight hard, you will have everything.

"Without a big knife, we still have fists, without fists, we still have teeth. If we don't even have teeth, we still have the heart to die! A heart that will never surrender even if we die! With this heart, we can have our Huai Army, great success, and today!"

The perseverance in Lu Si's eyes is something that cannot be eroded by everything in the world.

"Life is only a few decades in the world, but it is only a small thing compared to the sky, and it is just a drop in the ocean in history. Looking at the world, who is the dominant person in the sea and the sky, is the brave one!"

Lu Si lit the cigarettes that his wife Li Cuiwei sent to him from Xi'an and took a deep breath, "Today's battle is my Dashun redeem the northern battle. After this battle, who dares to be my sword! Who dares to be an enemy of me, Lu Wenzong, from all over the country! He beats the drum and passes orders and asks the army, who wants me to be the Long Live Army of Dashun!"

"Beat the drum!"

Amid the sound of the "dongdong" war drums, the order of the king of vanguards fluttered in the wind.

"The King of Chuang asked, who would like to live the army for my great success!"

"The King of Chuang asked, who would like to live the army for my great success!"

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The war spreads to the nine states, and the King of Chuang asked the four seas: Where is the Long Live Army!

The red flag is shaking, the white flag is shaking, the yellow flag is shaking, the blue flag is shaking, the black flag is shaking, the purple flag is shaking, the green flag is shaking.

"Long live, long live, long live!"

The Eight Banners shaking, and the sound of long live resounded through the heaven and earth, and the sound shook the sky.

"The iron-armored soldiers will advance but not retreat!"

Huang Zhao, the commander of the Iron Armored Guard, put down the iron face, held the big sword in his hand and raised his head forward.

Behind him, four thousand iron-faced, heavily armored soldiers, and hundreds of people were in teams, and they stepped into the Qing army camp under the guidance of the blue military flag.

"Rise!"

"cut!"

The front row of horse-killing swords were wielded neatly like a man, and dozens of defeated soldiers separated and died tragically on the spot.

"Enter!"

The heavy tide of iron armor is like a mountain of Tai, like an arrow leaving the string, and never look back.

Those who are in charge will not ask about the enemy and will be cut by a knife.

"Long live army? The emperor's personal soldiers? I'll come!"

Hu Maozhen rushed out on his horse, and dozens of green flags led the three thousand armored cavalry to rush forward fearlessly.

The flags swayed, the iron stream ran out, and the army that lived long live, everyone fought for.

"Long live, the number one person in China!"

When Jiang Xue looked at the king of the reign, he looked at the Taizu of a generation. He knew that after this battle, the young Huai Yangzi in front of him would definitely ascend the throne to the emperor and command the world, end the 20-year-old dispute since the former Ming Chongzhen, and create peace for all generations!

Long live?

Lu Si took a deep breath and let out a smoke ring with a "bang" sound.
Chapter completed!