The Manchu and Mongolian army in Nanyang City was not abandoned by their British prince. Reinforcements were sent seven days ago, and the only remaining prince Luke Dehun, a Manchuria except Ajig.

This is the leader among the young members of the royal family who were once highly expected by Dorgon and even wanted him to replace his brother Ajige.

Unfortunately, the Nanyang side did not know that while the Shun Army besieged them, He Zhen's Third Army had secretly deployed to Deng County west of Xinye according to the pre-war deployment, and the 14th Army of the Imperial Guards entered Wadian south under the personal command of Emperor Lu Wenzong.

What Lu Si wanted was not only the Manchu and Mongolian soldiers in Nanyang City, but all the Manchu and Mongolian soldiers.

Various information shows that Ajige is likely to mobilize his main force scattered in Jingxiang to go north to rescue Tan Tai, otherwise the decisive battle will be ahead of schedule.

This is a good thing.

After nearly two months of deployment, the main force of the Shun Army gathered in Nanyang was able to completely annihilate the Manchurian-Mongolian group under Ajige, which was plagued by schistosomiasis.

I didn't want to see that it was not Ajig, but Lukedehun.

After proving that Luke Dehun's troops went north, He Zhen immediately led his third army out of Deng County, occupied Taishan Temple and Baihekou, a major transportation area between Xinye and Xiangyang, and formed a situation of closing the door and beating dogs.

After learning that the Shun Army appeared on the rear, the young former Prince of Shuncheng of Manchuria, Luke Dehun, Duke of Jing of the Ming Dynasty, knew something was wrong, so he decisively gave up rushing to Nanyang to turn south, hoping to resolve the enemy in the rear first.

But Luke Dehun soon realized that he could not go back.

The 14th Army first attacked the Lekdehun tribe with cavalry, and then formed a blockade with heavy armored infantry, and successfully surrounded the Lekdehun tribe in a place called Xiaoshuanghekou.

The decisive battle between the two sides started two days after Luke Dehun was besieged because the second artillery town that came from the north arrived at the battlefield.

After the fierce battle, corpses were everywhere on both sides of Xiaoshuang River, and a small forest was burning.

There is no one's voice, everything is so quiet, except for the smell of blood, the burnt smell of the corpse.

Looking around, the dead soldiers were paved all the way, and I don’t know how many people died, but there was no living person, even if there was a serious injury and none of them twitching.

Weapons and helmets were scattered everywhere, and the blood of the dead turned the land into the color of late autumn, bright red.

On the tall trees, a few crows croaked and yelled, breaking the deadly silence.

"call!"

A pile of corpses suddenly heard a loud breathing sound.

The corpse with a spear in the upper chest moved for a moment, rolling down, and the two corpses below also moved. Then a bare head stretched out from the two heads, the man with a bloody face opened his mouth wide and breathed desperately.

Until the chest was no longer suppressed and there was no sense of suffocation, the bare head squeezed up again and squeezed hard, and finally the whole person's body came out of the pile of corpses with difficulty.

The braid behind the head looked like a little snake under the flames in the distance.

His name is Deqi, the third armored twelve auspicious signs of the original inlaid red flag, and the old Jurchen surname is Niuhulu. Deqi was shocked by the explosion of the Ming army. When he woke up again, this place would become what he is now. It may be because his head hit the tree and was shocked during the explosion. Deqi's head hurt so much that he was a little dizzy.

He staggered out of the pile of corpses and picked up a long sword from unknown to him. Looking around, there was no enemy, but only the corpse of his companion.

Deqi didn't know where he should go now, nor did he know where the prince was, so he could only stumble forward and walk forward without a single person.

He wanted to stay away from these corpses, a living person walking in a place full of dead bodies, and that sense of horror was something that De Qi had never had before.

After walking for more than a mile, people suddenly heard the voices of people in front of me. I couldn’t hear clearly or understand them because the other party was speaking Chinese.

Deqi bent down vigilantly and quietly touched the forest. He wanted to see clearly.

The sound is getting louder and closer.

De Qi, who was squatting behind a pine tree, saw a scene that scared him.

Hundreds of soldiers with braids as him knelt on the ground in rows with their hands tied up. Some of them were injured, while others were not injured. There were Shunjun wearing pointed helmets everywhere, and there were many generals wearing iron masks on their faces.

The Manchu and Mongolian soldiers with their hands tied to kneel on the ground seemed to know what they were going to do, but they had no intention of resisting and just knelt there silently, with their heads hanging down.

Some looked at the ground stained with blood with their eyes open and looked like a walking zombie, while others closed their eyes tightly, and the scenes of the past and the images of their relatives kept flashing back in their minds.

Shunjun did not take action, and they seemed to be waiting for something.

Until the sound of long live like a mountain cry came from a distance.

"His Majesty!"

Huang Zhao, the admiral of the 14th Army, led the generals to salute, but Lu Si raised his hand to stop him. Then he glanced at the hundreds of Man Meng's braided soldiers kneeling on the ground, took off the white gloves worn on both hands, and left without saying a word.

When His Majesty the Emperor disappeared, Huang Zhao, the Admiral of the 14th Army, waved his right hand towards Chen Weili, who had been impatient with waiting.

"Cut it!"

With Chen Weili's order, hundreds of long swords were swung down at the same time, accompanied by the "puff" sound of flesh entering, hundreds of heads rolled down at the same time.

Hundreds of headless corpses did not fall to the ground neatly, but fell down sparsely. In the end, dozens of them even stood firm as if they were nailed.

"Damn it!"

Chen Weili cursed and rushed forward to kick the headless body that was not falling, just like he and his friends kicked the grave at the messy grave when he was a child.

The soldiers also came forward to help. After the headless corpses were kicked down, they kicked the heads of the braided soldiers like balls.

The scene in front of De made De Qi so scared that he covered his mouth tightly, and ran away like a soulless person.

He wanted to leave here, the farther away, the better. Even if he ran to the deep mountains and forests to be a savage, it would be better than to suffer in this hell!

Along the way, his mind was not only full of dead bodies, but also the heads that were kicked around and the grim laughter of the Han people.

How could this happen? How could this happen!

Is there really no chance in Manchuria?

Deqi didn't know, he knew nothing, and while stumbled, he actually knocked down someone, someone he knew - Turgi, the fourth Niulu.

Turji was covered in blood, and like De Qi, he crawled out of the dead, and he didn't know where to go.

"Everything is dead, all dead..."

Turgi's appearance made Deqi's tense and fearless heart no longer hold back, and he hugged Turgi and kept crying.

But he didn't dare to cry out loud, so he could only choke and twitch constantly, like the sound of burping with full wine and meals.

Turgi didn't say anything, and pulled Deqi to run wildly in a direction that he couldn't tell. The two kept running, running until they were still breathing, until their hearts could not bear the violent beating, and they were both paralyzed on the ground and breathing in big mouths.

At that moment, it was as if only the two of them were in the world.

But for some reason, the gaze in the eyes of the two was particularly bright.

Less than half a mile away from them, fires soared into the sky.

Turji and Deqi looked at each other, and the two walked carefully towards the flames.

What caught the eye of the two was a Shura hell.

A Shun Army was moving the dead braided soldiers into a dry ditch, which was burning with a fire.

New corpses were constantly being transported, and people kept pouring tincture oil into the ditch.

The smell of burning corpses spread all over the field, making people feel like vomiting when they smell it.

Maybe it was because they felt that the corpse was burning too slowly and was too delayed. Some soldiers of Shun Army, under the instructions of the officer, used long swords to cut the corpse at the edge of the ditch, or stabbed the corpse with a spear. It seemed that doing so would make the corpse burn faster, and there would be no blood splattering when burning because of the inflatable and splattering them.

This is really not easy to do.

The fire was burning and continued, but the bodies gradually decreased.

Finally, military flags representing the glory of Manchuria in the past were thrown into the ditch.

White, white, yellow, yellow...

All burned, all gone.

"Thousands of people, thousands of lives, are gone like mowed grass... they are gone, they are gone..." De Qi murmured, looking in pain in another direction.

"If we don't want to die like this, we have to change our way of living."

Turji took out a dagger from his arms with a trembling trembling, grabbed his braid in Deqi's puzzled eyes, and gritted his teeth and cut it off.

"You can't be a Manchu anymore, it's better to be a Han Chinese."

Looking at the braid in his hand, Turji suddenly threw the braid on the ground with a fierce look, kicking his braid with his feet and kicking his braid into the mud bit by bit.

After a long time, he let out a long sigh, as if everything was over.

After inner struggle, Deqi accepted Turji's idea and wanted to be a Han Chinese. However, he did not bury his braids in the soil like Turji, but hid them in his arms.

A few days later, two Manchus who decided to be Han people were discovered by local villagers. Because they could not speak Chinese, they became mute, and Turci, who could speak Chinese, fabricated a remark that made the local villagers believe.

The simple villagers warmly invited the two to have dinner in the village and burned hot water to let them take a bath.

As a result, Deqi's braid was accidentally discovered by the villagers who came in to deliver hot water. Then more than a dozen villagers holding hoes and carrying poles rushed in and beat Turji and Deqi who really wanted to be Han people to death. Then the villagers pulled the bodies of the two people into the military camp of Shunjun with a ox cart and received the reward of two bags of rice.

This matter was also reported to all localities as a typical case, and localities must carefully investigate transitors to prevent slaves and traitors from intruding into destruction. As a result, more than 100 Manchu and Mongolian soldiers who escaped by chance were arrested and rectified.

Luke Dehun, who was defeated and fleeing south, appeared like a stray dog. Because the Third Army of He Zhen's army blocked the two important roads in and out of Xinye and Xiangyang, under the pursuit of Shun's army, Luke Dehun had no choice but to flee east along Tangzi Mountain, trying to find a small road to escape back to Xiangyang.

But despite being in a very embarrassing situation, Luke Dehun was always respectful to the people in a carriage along the way.
Chapter completed!