The sixty-sixth chapter bloody battle Datong nineteen
The sudden attack from both sides caused Mengchai to be in chaos. Where did these Ming soldiers come from?
Ma Yaozi took the lead, dragging hundreds of people around the battlefield all night long, fighting with Mengchai's winged sentries.
Saimujin Hu Xi roared under Tang Tong's coercion, and led a group of bandits to charge to the rear of the Qing soldiers. Then Tang Tong's guard bird battalion pressed forward, and together with Wang Jinchao, who was struggling to support,
One behind the other formed a pincer attack on Mengchai.
Wang Jinchao noticed the change in the war situation and guessed that it was his beloved son who was responsible. He was very excited.
"Follow me!"
Thousands of Datong soldiers fought back desperately, and the Qing soldiers, who were clearly in sight of victory, began to retreat. After Hu Xi and other rabble-rousers successfully engaged the Qing soldiers, more than a thousand muskets from the rear were in place, forming a three-stage gun array. Under the command of the general Tang Tong,
With a command, deadly fire bursts out, harvesting lives regardless of friend or foe.
The bandits, who would rather be cut with a knife than to be shot with a gun in the buttocks, were like frightened cattle. They rushed straight into the Qing soldiers' formation, stirring up a pot of paste, and the cannonballs falling from the sky smashed into it.
"Master Mengchai will leave first, let's take the lead." Niuluzhen's forehead was covered in blood as he spoke, and he led his soldiers to guard Mengchai, looking for an opportunity to break out of the encirclement.
Being attacked from both sides, the morale of the Qing soldiers fell to the bottom in an instant, and a large number of soldiers began to flee. Even if there were brave men who resisted without fear of the dead, it would be difficult to restore the decline.
No matter how much his men tried to persuade him, Mengchai remained unmoved and murmured: "I can't leave." His words were full of resignation.
The Niulu Ezhen and Jia La Ezhen who gathered around looked sad. The Eight Banners were defeated and it was a common practice to sit in succession. If Gushan Ezhen died in battle, the soldiers below would not be able to return alive.
Knowing that they would die and turned into mourning soldiers, the disabled Qing army was about to fight to the death. Mengchai took off the black arrow helmet on his head, looked at his cronies with a complicated expression, turned around and walked towards the Ming army array with long strides, white
The large armor is unusually conspicuous.
"Mengchai is willing to surrender, but please stop killing my people."
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The scene in Datong City was chaotic, with more than ten thousand people fighting with the Qing troops who entered the city. The regiment training camp that was the first to engage in the battle suffered heavy casualties. Yang Boxian was stabbed several times, but he still relied on the civilians behind him with his remaining men to resist with difficulty.
Dagubian's sword was so sharp that it curled its edge, but the Han people on the opposite side were still attacking in a steady stream. How could these guys who were inferior to pigs and dogs not be afraid of death? Just when he was wondering, a hoe swung at him, and Dagubian slashed with his sword.
First gear, hang the hoe and move backward.
A man flew out together with the hoe in his hand, and threw himself in front of Dagu Bian. Dagu Bian held the handle of the knife with both hands, pointed the knife downward, and stabbed the man's back of the neck with all his strength.
"Damn Nikan!"
The number of Qing soldiers entering the city was increasing. Many Qing soldiers and banner slaves bypassed the front to engage in battle, intending to scatter across the city and plunder.
The only remaining family members of the refugees who stayed in the west were women, children, the elderly and the weak. They huddled in a trembling place and prayed silently. With a "bang", the door was kicked open, and several Qing soldiers burst in with strange laughter.
The wounded soldiers' house was overcrowded, and there was no room left for burials nearby. Song Xiance was extremely busy when he suddenly heard the screams in the house and ran away without even looking.
Sun Xuanhuai held the hands of his wife and children. The family sat in the room and looked at each other. The footsteps outside were getting closer and closer. Sun Li's pear blossoms were covered with rain but she did not dare to cry.
"My head hurts so much. Go to sleep and do your homework tomorrow."
"Yuan Chonghuan, you deserve to die!"
"Today is the 100th anniversary of the motherland... What is being broadcast for you is..."
"Your Majesty, Tongguan was defeated, Governor Sun..."
Chongzhen was in a dark room, and the pictures on the huge screen kept switching. He was immersed in it but couldn't think, until the picture was fixed on the Meishan Mountain behind the Forbidden City, with a familiar figure hanging with his head tilted on a tree with the same tilted neck.
Then the scene fast-forwarded, and the crazy flashback fragments were familiar yet unfamiliar. The same land and the same Forbidden City were playing the century-old reign of the Manchu Qing Dynasty.
"Is this the Eight-Nation Allied Forces that future generations will talk about?" As he was confused, six characters slowly appeared on the screen, "It's easy to know the sky, but it's hard to defy the sky."
Chongzhen's fate should end at Meishan just like on the screen.
"No..." He struggled to speak, but couldn't. Saying no to fate was like going against fate.
"No!" Chongzhen woke up suddenly, sat up from the bed and found that his clothes were completely wet.
The shouts of killing could be heard clearly from outside the house. He stumbled to the ground and pushed open the door with his bare feet. Wang Chengen stood in the center of the courtyard, surrounded by spies from the Imperial Detective Division, fighting in twos and threes with the intruding Qing soldiers.
Fortunately, not many Qing troops broke into the courtyard, so the Imperial Detective Division, which was outnumbered, was not at a disadvantage.
A war horse leaped through the door. The man in white robes and bright armor was extraordinary and heroic, with a long sword in his hand. In a moment, all the soldiers in the courtyard fell to the ground.
"The low-ranking Wang Miaochen came late to escort him." Ma Yaozi saw Chongzhen in single clothes at a glance, got off his horse and went to see him. Wang Chengen, who was focused on the Qing soldiers, listened to Ma Yaozi's words and found that Chongzhen was awake.
"Long live my lord, are you awake?!"
Chongzhen nodded towards Wang Chengen and immediately asked: "Wang Fucheng, what's the situation outside?"
"Under your Majesty's instruction, I not only cleared the banditry at Hukou with Lord Tang, but also attacked Jianlu in Gudian together with Lord Commander-in-Chief, and captured the enemy chief Gushan Ezhen Mengchai." Wang Munchen paused and continued:
"When they heard that the city had been lost, the two adults were worried about His Majesty's safety, so they immediately led their troops to return for reinforcements. Now they are fighting with most of the enemy soldiers, and their humble subordinate Ye Butou is in the city clearing away the remaining stragglers."
"How is the frontal battle going?"
"The Jianlu are retreating steadily! Not only that, I heard from the surrendered Mengchai that their grain truck was hijacked by our men, which caused the morale of the troops in the camp to be unstable." After Wang Mianchen said this, he raised his head to look at Chongzhen, who was intercepting the grain.
He didn't do it, could it be His Majesty's other back-up man?
Chongzhen took a deep breath and said, "It seems Jiang Xuan has arrived too."
Sure enough! Unexpectedly, it was Jiang Xuan who did it. Wang Fuchen suddenly realized that he didn't know how Jiang Xuan lurked behind Jianlu?
"Instruct the king to enter the court, Tang Tong, pursue Jianlu with all his strength, and attack the enemy camp with Jiang Xuan in vain!"
"promise!"
Chongzhen was about to follow Wang Fuchen's footsteps and go out when Wang Chengen came over and took his arm and said, "Long live my Lord, you haven't recovered from your illness yet."
"It's just a cold, it's okay."
Wang Chengen didn't understand what cold meant. He only heard the word "no problem". Knowing that he couldn't persuade him, he had to retreat and do the next best thing: "Then you should put on some clothes and wear shoes before walking."
Only then did Chongzhen remember that his feet were cold, "I forgot about it. Bring me a pair of shoes!"
"What about the coat? Long live the Lord."
Chongzhen took the red fat jacket that the spy took off and said: "How can you say you have no clothes? I share the same robe with you!"