Despite the chilly autumn weather, Shi Tingzhu was sweating profusely while walking.
He didn't dare to stop.
Although he did not see the situation at the rear with his own eyes, he could feel that the situation was extremely dangerous.
The Qing army was in complete chaos and could no longer organize an effective defense. The Liang army could charge forward at any time.
He doesn't want to die here.
As a man with a red flag and a solid figure in the Manchu Qing Dynasty, he has yet to enjoy the glory and wealth.
The only thing that made him frustrated was that he was obviously from the Guarjia clan and was a real Manchu. However, the Manchus and Qing Dynasties had always treated him as a Han. Not only had they suppressed his status, but they also only allowed him to command the Han army flag.
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If it weren't for the fact that the Han Banner had grown stronger in recent years and had become one of the main forces in the Qing army, Shi Tingzhu would have had second thoughts.
But this time, he was abandoned by Azig, leaving behind a broken wife.
Whether he can still cross the Yellow River is not yet known.
Since you don't want to die, you can only run away.
In the darkness, he groped forward with his own soldiers. Anyway, as long as he walked along the Yanhe River, there would be absolutely no mistakes, and he didn't have to worry about getting lost.
The night was extremely long, and he didn't know how long he had been walking. Suddenly there was a noise around him, as if countless people were disturbed.
Did he fall into the siege of the Liang army?
Shi Tingzhu was shocked.
At the critical moment, he was still somewhat witty and immediately asked in Manchu: "Who is it?"
This time the surroundings became quiet again, and then a tired voice answered.
"I wonder which general is in front of you? Hu Xinshui, the commander of Zuoying under the command of King Pingxi, is here."
When he heard that he was Wu Sangui's subordinate, Shi Tingzhu became furious on the spot.
"Where is King Pingxi?"
Hu Xinshui was Wu Sangui's confidant. Hearing his annoyance, he started fighting on the spot.
"I'm sorry, General Shi. It's dark and the road is dangerous, and I don't know where my prince is now. Why don't you be impatient and wait until daybreak to discuss anything."
Within a few words of conversation, Shi Tingzhu had already confirmed Hu Xinshui's location and immediately rushed over.
"Discuss with your grandma! If you weren't greedy for life and afraid of death, why would our army be like this?"
Hu Xinshui didn't expect Shi Tingzhu to come so quickly, and before she could react, she was slapped twice on the face.
He was beaten until he was dizzy, blood spurted from his mouth, and he was angry deep inside.
Who else but Wu Sangui would dare to be so disrespectful to him?
Even after surrendering to the Qing Dynasty, even Dorgon showed great respect to them because he wanted to use Wu Sangui.
We are all Han Chinese and slaves of the Manchu Qing Dynasty. You, Shi Tingzhu, actually want to show off your power by riding on your grandfather’s head?
Hu Xinshui is not a good-tempered person either.
In addition, the army is now defeated miserably and there are no rules. It is not yet known whether they can get out alive.
Shi Tingzhu's behavior immediately angered him.
"Fuck you, who do you think you are, how dare you teach grandpa a lesson?"
Hu Xinshui punched Shi Tingzhu right on the bridge of his nose.
Shi Tingzhu could not have imagined that one of Wu Sangui's lieutenants would dare to beat him, a Gushan Ezhen.
This time he was beaten really hard, and he suddenly had golden flowers in his eyes and was on the verge of collapse.
"Okay, does Wu Sangui want to rebel and surrender to the enemy?"
He whipped out his knife and went straight to slash Hu Xinshui.
The sword flashed in the dark night, and if Hu Xinshui hadn't seen the opportunity quickly, he would have been cut in half on the spot.
Seeing that he actually wanted to kill people, Guan Ning's army was in an uproar, and all the resentment he had been feeling for many days was aroused.
Since the surrender of the Manchus to the Qing Dynasty, they have been sent to the front in every war, fighting the hardest battles and attacking the most difficult dangers, and have suffered heavy losses.
Except for Wu Sangui who wanted to seek revenge on Li Zicheng, the rest of Guan Ning's army was just serving as soldiers, so they had long been full of complaints against the Manchus.
Now that the conflict has intensified, the Qing army has lost power again, and they actually want to kill people. How can they endure it?
As a result, in this extremely dark valley, the two armies who were originally one group started fighting on the spot.
Both sides are from Liaodong, and most of them are Han Chinese. Their pronunciation is almost the same. They were shouting, cursing, and fighting, and it was difficult to tell them clearly for a while.
Anyway, if something doesn't feel right, I'll cut it off immediately with a knife.
There was a confused fight that didn't stop until dawn.
These people fight each other more cruelly than they fight their enemies.
Hu Xinshui was hit by countless knives, and his whole body was chopped to pieces. He threw himself down by the river and let the turbid water wash him away.
Shi Tingzhu had a broken leg and a gash on the left side of his abdomen, with blood flowing all over the floor.
The soldiers found him and rushed to rescue him, but no matter what they did, they couldn't stop the bleeding.
I could only watch as his face became paler and paler, becoming more and more miserable, and finally his breathing gradually stopped.
The Han army set up a red flag to solidify the real stone pillars on the mountain's forehead, but died in the internal strife with Guan Ning's army.
Daylight returns to the world and the battle continues.
Liang Jun, who had spent the night recuperating his energy, moved faster and faster.
They charged and fought fiercely, and no Qing army could stop them.
The Qing army was extremely hungry and exhausted, and the swords and guns they wielded were extremely weak, and they were killed one by one.
Bayan waved his sword vigorously, blocking assassinations from all directions.
His movements became slower and slower, more and more spears surrounded him, and the blood holes on his body became denser and denser.
He had no way to retreat, and was gradually forced to a blind corner under a cliff.
Dozens of spears were pierced densely, but he couldn't stop even one. So his body was completely penetrated, nailing him to the broken wall.
Ba Yan, the second-ranking official of Zhenglan Banner, Ang Bang Zhangjing, and Li Yongfang's fifth son, died under the attack of the Liang army, and their bodies were exposed to the sun for three days.
The Qing army along the way was almost wiped out, and the Liang army marched forward with great success, finally catching up to the Yellow River.
Here, Wu Sangui looked at the river and sighed, finally ushering in the end.
He escaped early, hoping to find a way out by betraying others to cross the Yellow River.
However, when he ran to the bank of the Yellow River, he realized that all his plans were destined to be in vain.
After Azig crossed the river, nothing was left behind.
From Yanchang County all the way to the Yellow River, there is not even a village, and there is wilderness everywhere.
Forget about the wilderness, not even a tree or a weed can be seen.
You can't build a boat without trees. How can you cross the rapid Yellow River without a boat?
When he pursued Li Zicheng into Shaanxi, he was so high-spirited, but he felt that the danger of the Yellow River was nothing more than that.
Looking back now, it turns out to be an insurmountable divine punishment.
The Liang army formed a semicircular encirclement and rolled over step by step. Arrows were like rain and spears were like forests, causing Guan Ning's army to die one by one.
Wu Sangui saw with his own eyes that another of his favorite generals, Xia Longshan, was fighting bravely. Suddenly, a rope was thrown from a distance and suddenly wrapped around his neck.
Immediately afterwards, the war horses galloped, dragging Xia Longshan on the ground and crashing randomly.
Wherever he went, Liang soldiers kept attacking him with swords and guns.
Xia Longshan screamed and bled all the way, and in the end, only a puddle of rags was left.
Seeing Liang Jun getting closer and closer, Wu Sangui recalled his life.
How should you feel?
That's all, that's all...
What is left now is nothing but eternal infamy.
Wu Sangui no longer had the fighting spirit, turned around, and staggered towards the rushing Yellow River.
All Guan Ning's troops are dead.
Thousands of Liang soldiers stood in the distance, watching him step into the river and be immediately swept up and thrown up by the fierce torrent.
When it fell again, it hit the rocks hard and then rushed downstream like leaves.
A man who changed the history of the late Ming Dynasty, a traitor who has left an infamy throughout the ages, has come to an end.
