The team lasted for several miles, and someone suddenly stopped in the middle, so the road was naturally blocked. The Manchu soldiers who were eager to escape back to Yangzhou were furious to the Mongolian soldiers blocking the road, pushing and scolding them, and were so anxious that they were already wielding their swords. They really stepped forward and chopped them if they didn't give way. There were more and more coaxing and chasing, and the situation continued to develop, maybe there was a possibility of internal strife between the Manchu and the Mongolians.

"Prince."

At the critical moment, Oboi spoke, and he didn't say much, but Wu Keshan knew what he meant. He glanced at the chaotic Mongolian soldiers, and the Mongolian princes and princes immediately restrained them and gave up a way. The Manchu generals and subordinates under Oboi also stepped forward to suppress them, so the chaos suddenly became quiet. However, this quiet section was not enough for the entire team. The Manchu and Mongolian soldiers on the last section of the road were all crying and shouting, because the speed of the people in front slowed down. The original road that was originally riding six or seven horses could only pass two or three horses, so the speed must be slowed down. The most direct consequence of slowing down the team was that the Manchu and Mongolian soldiers who were at the end were to bear it. The price was their lives, but who could care about them again?

The Taiping Army shouted and killed in his ears, but Wu Keshan was not too anxious, because the shouts were several miles away from here. For a while, the Taiping Kou could not suddenly come here. Now he just wanted to figure out why Aobai didn't leave. When he was confused, he saw Aobai step forward a few steps and said to him and the Mongolian princes: "You guys, this will not work. The southerners are biting us tightly. You must block them, otherwise everyone will not be able to run out."

Wu Keshan did not take over the trouble of Oboi, and would not volunteer to say that he was the leader of the Qing emperor. Although he was the uncle of the Qing emperor, he was a Mongolian after all, and he had to be responsible for his tribe and tribe. In the past few battles to go south, his Korqin's children also shed a lot of blood for the Qing Dynasty. They were worthy of their nephews and their old sisters. He could not really ruin all the Korqin's children for the Manchus. After all, the Han people's country was occupied by Manchus, not by him.

Wu Keshan didn't say anything, and naturally no one volunteered for the Mongolian princes, which made Oboi very helpless, but he had to speak out his thoughts.

"The Southern people's army and horses were chasing them in a hurry, and the men had no intention of fighting against them. They were still dozens of miles away from Yangzhou City. If we continue like this, we can escape. The men were afraid that they would have to break too much, so we had to stop them. Even if we could not defeat the Southern people, we would have to tell the Southern people that the Southern people would not dare to chase us."

"The boys are all like this, how can you stop it? Obai, what you said is too light. If you want to block it, why didn't you stop it just now? Is it going to block it?"

The King of Doro County, Doro County, Korqin Right Wing Front Banner, was very sarcastic. Several other Mongolian princes also shouted, saying that when the Manchu soldiers ran away, they said that they would run first, but now Oboi said that they wanted to block it, and the abacus was too sharp. Some people said that Oboi was going to let their Mongolian children die and protect him from Manzhou. The Mongolian princes and princes shouted that the Manzhou generals were so angry that their faces turned pale. In the past, these Mongolians did not dare to do this.

A Mongolian prince even said that he wanted to take people back to the grassland and never enter the pass again. Oboi listened clearly to this in his heart, and his face remained silent, only looking at Wu Keshan. It was now, you, the uncle of the Qing Dynasty, always have to look like this.

Wu Keshan was also a little confused. He didn't want to block any southern army, but what Oboi said was reasonable. Moreover, he really didn't do anything, so it seemed that it was not good. So he raised his hand and signaled the princes not to argue, and asked Oboi, "How to block?"

Obai took a breath and said in a deep voice: "Aobai asked all the princes to block them here for a moment. I will lead the children of Manzhou to set up an ambush in front. The princes put on a stance and lure them over. There are not many southerners chasing them, which is a great opportunity to defeat them."

"Can you get an ambush? Can it be achieved?" Wu Keshan pondered and considered the feasibility of Oboi's proposal.

Seeing that Wu Keshan did not refuse, Oboi moved his heart and said, "The Southern people are very arrogant in chasing us. They only think that our army has no morale, and there will be no more troops to chase us. Therefore, I think that as long as the princes resist and retreat, the Southern people will fall into a trap and there will be ambushing in front of them."

Oboi's words made Wu Keshan a little moved. He had many of his own troops. The hurried retreat of the north would make the Southern Barbarians' cavalry chased him out of shape. If he really fought, the Southern Barbarians might not be able to get it. Moreover, as Oboi said, if he continued to run like this, he would be able to go back, but the tribesmen were afraid that they would lose a lot. Oboi just proposed to set up an ambush, not to let them turn back and fight with the Southern Barbarians' horses. It sounded feasible. He looked back at the back of the team and looked back at Oboi: "How sure are you?"

"I dare not say ten, there are always eight points."

As soon as Obai finished speaking, Esen sneered and said, "Obai, can you Manzhou people still play? Eight points? I think it would be great if you can get two points just now, you ran faster than rabbits."

This statement made the Manzhou generals and schools around Oboi furious. Even though they were afraid of the Taiping bandits, they would never admit that they were really afraid and could not beat them. The Mongolians slapped them in the face, which made them unable to accept.

"Don't say that these are useless, we have to block the southerners and can't just run away."

Seeing that Man Meng was about to argue again, Wu Keshan quickly waved his hand to stop him, and then used his fierce look to suppress several Mongolian princes who wanted to say no.

Wu Keshan had the most prestige in Korchin, and his troops had the most horses. Everyone followed his horse. Since he had decided, the princes and princes thought that there was no danger and there was indeed a benefit, so they no longer objected.

Wu Keshan knew that he could not delay time here. If a moment was delayed, the more the children of Manchus and Mongolia would die. So he asked Oboi to arrange an ambush quickly, and he ordered everyone to lead the guards to suppress the defeated troops and gather as much as they could. He chose a slightly open place and signaled that he would fight with the chased Nan barbarians here and lure them into the ambush circle. After arranging all this, he beat the horse and told Oboi to do so.

Oboi watched Wu Keshan and other Mongolian princes leave, and from time to time he bowed slightly to return the gift. After Wu Keshan and the others left, his expression suddenly became cold, he rode his horse and turned around and rushed, summoning Beiletuntai, deputy commander Yong Gui and others.

"Obai, do you really want to ambush the Southern people?"

Tuntai was suspicious of Oboi's arrangement. If the ambush failed, they would not be able to run away. Yong Gui was so pale and he didn't have much hope for the ambush. The southerners were very cunning, and the thief scholar could even make a fool of himself. How could the other party not beware of such a trick of ambushing? Don't steal chickens and lose rice.

The Manchu and Mongolian generals and schools were all numb. They were so harsh that they scolded the Mongolians just now. They were afraid. If they really wanted to stay and fight against the southerners, they were scared. Unexpectedly, Oboi ordered them: "Let the men go north quickly. Without my orders, no one can stop!"

The southern city of Yangzhou was filled with Qing civil and military officials who were desperately looking to the south.

The Emperor of the Qing Dynasty, the young emperor Fulin, was also sitting upright on the city gate tower. It can be said that he was sitting upright, but the guards on both sides knew that the emperor would be more anxious than anyone else.

Two days have passed since the thief scholar was shelled under the city of the thief scholar, and the entire Taiping gang retreated. It has been two days since Oboi led his troops to pursue him, but no exact news has come. Whether the thief scholar died or not has now become the biggest question in the hearts of the Qing officials in Yangzhou City. When the officials met, this was the most discussed, just as the life and death of the thief scholar was the first doubt in the ages, which made them extremely curious. If they didn't understand the answer, they would be reluctant to die.

After Oboi left, Shunzhi ordered Sony to be responsible for the defense of Yangzhou city. Because the bandit scholar was bombarded, the good news of the retreat of the Taiping Counterattacks, the Qing army in the city was very hot. Shunzhi also issued a special order to give the soldiers a good meal the day before yesterday to give the soldiers a full meal. Bahana also ordered a long list of orders to wait for the Oboi victory to come and reward the big deal. The Tang newspapers to various provinces were also prepared, and the good news to Beijing was written early. Now, everything is ready, just waiting for the east wind.

As soon as the thief scholar dies, as Sony and the others have analyzed, the Taiping gang will surely fall apart. The pseudo-Dingwu emperor in Nanjing will be left to the Qing Dynasty to rub it. If it is not done well, this pseudo-Dingwu, like the Yongli of the year, will scare him to abandon Nanjing and run away. In this way, the Qing Dynasty can repeat the scene fifteen years ago, which was returned to the Ming people without any effort.

It was a great weather in Yangzhou today, with clear wind and sunshine. Sitting on the city gate tower, the visibility was extremely high, and you could see that you were traveling ten miles away at a glance.
Chapter completed!