As a reminder, it’s the beginning of autumn, so remember to give your loved ones a cup of milk tea.
But don't tell me, I will be envious, jealous, and hate you!
~~~~~~~~Golden Section~~~~~~~~
In the north of Jiazhuang, under the two-pole woven gold dragon banner, Prince Hauge of the Qing Dynasty and Shuosu was furious. He killed dozens of Qing soldiers who took the lead in fleeing back. His anger was still unabated, and he shouted that everyone should form a team and fight again.
war.
Gushan Ezhen Tan Tai said from the side: "Prince Su, our warriors suffered heavy casualties, and the warriors have been fighting for a long time and need to rest and recuperate. It is better to wait for the general's order to be sent before making further calculations."
Hauge was repeatedly frustrated by Lu Xiangsheng's Xuan army, and he was filled with resentment and unwillingness. He now wished he could capture Lu Xiangsheng alive and eat his flesh, so that he could relieve the hatred in his heart.
He was gasping for air and breathing heavily, so that Tan Tai, who was standing next to him, did not dare to say anything. He only fixed his eyes on Hauge, waiting for him to make a decision.
After a long time, Hauge finally spoke: "Send the order, all the armies will retreat to two miles away, and the whole team will be ready for orders. You stay and look after the armies, and I will go see the general who has been ordered."
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"Lu Xiangsheng must be eliminated!"
Dorgon stood on the high platform, looking at the Qing troops in front of them who had withdrawn from the front line at the east gate of Jiazhuang, and spoke softly.
Yibai, the leader of the Eight Banners Mongolian Zhengbai Banner, was looking at the tragic battlefield. Although he was not supervising the battle on the front line and was not immersed in it, it also made his heart palpitate. He tentatively asked softly: "General, are you going to attack again?"
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Dorgon's face was very calm, and he said calmly: "Ming Jin, tell the warriors to step back and recuperate, and fight again tomorrow."
The messengers here had just left to deliver the order to ring gold, when they saw a cloud of smoke and dust rising from the north, and it appeared that there were numerous horsemen galloping towards them. Dorgon's face immediately darkened, and a sinister gaze flashed past the corner of his eyes.
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"I have been ordered to do so, General. The color of the flag looks like that of Prince Su."
Baya Lahu Zhangjing Holben reminded from the side.
Dorgon had no expression on his face, turned his gaze back to the battlefield ahead, and coldly uttered two words: "Go back to camp!"
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Most of the Qing army retreated two miles away from the Xuan army's defense line. They were still densely gathered there, with shields and chariots and flags heavily arrayed. They would not attack again, but they would not retreat to the camp.
Perhaps it was a temporary rest, or perhaps they were discussing strategies for another attack.
At this time, it was almost dark, and Lu Xiangsheng issued an order: All ministries should strictly guard the defense lines and not move rashly. Small teams of soldiers could be sent to clean up the battlefield.
Sergeants Xuanda came out from behind the earthen wall one after another and began to clean up the messy killing battlefield in front of the defense line.
Some Qing army sentries also rode their horses to observe the movements of the Ming army. However, they were very afraid of the Xuan army's artillery, so they only dared to watch from a mile away and did not dare to get too close.
Groups of sergeants walked on the battlefield just now, collecting the weapons and flags of the Qing army scattered on the ground, casually cutting off their heads, peeling off their armor, etc.
"What a pity. What a good Tatar head, but it was smashed."
Zheng Youjin, commander of the Second Division of the C Division of the Zuo Sentinel A, kicked a Qing army corpse. Only half of the upper body of the corpse was left, and three-quarters of the head and the entire lower body were missing.
Each team sent out two armored soldiers to clear the battlefield, leaving only one armored gunner to monitor and alert the Qing army's movements.
Between the trenches with low walls, there were sergeants Xuanda carrying the corpses of Qing soldiers, and stabbing and shooting those Qing soldiers who were not dead. The corpses of Qing soldiers in the trenches with low walls were still intact.
However, many of the corpses of the Qing soldiers in those passages were beaten to pieces, including their heads. Some Xuan Army soldiers could not help but vomit on the spot.
Tian Mingyu also felt a little disgusted by the puddles of flesh and blood. Looking at these pieces of flesh, he was also a little annoyed.
Damn it, your head was blown away, wouldn’t this military merit be gone?
The chill was overwhelming, along with the unpleasant smell of blood, and the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke had not completely dissipated. Inhaling it into his lungs, Tian Mingyu also sneezed several times.
From time to time, there were wailing sounds or tragic screams from the surrounding area, which were the last neighs of wounded soldiers of the Qing army.
Although the weather was extremely cold and the sergeants breathed out thick white air, Ke was still busy working enthusiastically, and everyone's excited discussions could be heard.
"Tian Tou, is it difficult to move the dead Tatars in this trench?"
Several sergeants whose hands and feet were bruised and swollen from the cold complained to the team officer Tian Mingyu.
The trench in front of the earthen wall was filled with corpses of Qing soldiers. The trench became fuller as it got closer to the passage. Their corpses were already hard and frozen solid. In addition, the trench was slippery, so it was really difficult to transport them up.
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"Pig, look for some long hooks. If that doesn't work, ask your allies to borrow some hooks and sickles, but they will hit them. If not, just hook them up."
Tian Mingyu cursed with a bit of resentment, while secretly sighing at his own cleverness.
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Zhang Cheng stood quietly in the passage outside the south gate of Jiazhuang. His feet were covered with the internal organs and bloodstains of Qing soldiers, as well as scattered thighs and arms.
Without exception, in such a cold weather, they all froze into a hard piece, mixed with blood, and firmly bonded to the soil on the ground.
The cold wind blew, and Zhang Cheng stood motionless on the bloody battlefield. He didn't know what he was thinking quietly. Only the cold wind lifted his bright red cloak from time to time.
From time to time, there were sounds of soldiers talking happily around. They cleared the corpses of the Qing soldiers out of the passage. All the weapons, armor, and flags were collected. The broken chariots on each passage were also pushed back to the earthen wall.
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In any case, it is good to chop down these dilapidated chariots to make fires to keep warm. Moreover, it is convenient to keep the passage smooth, whether it is to attack or to let the remaining Qing troops die.
"Chen Zhong, tell the sergeants to place all the Tatar bones in front of the earth wall and the trench, and then pour cold water on them to freeze them and solidify them."
Zhang Cheng ordered in a deep voice.
At this moment, a burst of gongs sounded faintly from the direction of the Qing army's formation, followed by the warm cheers of Sergeant Xuanda. The waves rang out, one wave higher than the other, for a long time!
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The Qing army sounded the gong and returned to the camp. Lu Xiangsheng's military order was also transmitted. The soldiers of each battalion cleared the battlefield, rescued the wounded, and buried pots to make rice.
Smoke curled up from the cooking pots, and the carriage soldiers and fire soldiers in each camp began to work nervously.
After the battle, the Xuanda Defense Line was filled with bursts of joy and laughter. Everyone was sitting around the fire, warming themselves, drinking hot water, waiting for dinner, and excitedly talking about the battle just now.
Zhang Cheng was summoned to the Chinese army's tent by Lu Xiangsheng.
Here, Yang Guozhu, Hu Dawei and other generals have arrived, and everyone looks happy. Obviously, although today's first battle was cruel, they were able to repulse the Qing army's ferocious offensive, and each general gained a lot.
As soon as he saw Zhang Cheng's face, Yang Guozhu's general Guo Yingxian yelled: "Brother Cheng, it's so fun. Today I'm killing slaves at level 347 in the barracks. It's so damn fun!"
Zhang Cheng also smiled and said: "Old Guo, our right wing battalion also killed 421 Tatars."
Guo Yingxian took a breath and muttered: "Good guy..."