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Chapter 1515 The Dust Settles

When the will collapses, no matter how powerful the army is, it will only be destroyed.

Dorgon launched a desperate charge.

Dorgon fell with the Qing Dynasty.

On the battlefield, countless people saw this scene.

The impact of this scene is unparalleled.

Even the world-famous Regent of the Manchu Qing Dynasty fell to the guns of the National Defense Forces. How can we win?

All the Qing troops lost their fighting spirit.

Everyone turned around and ran away.

Even though I don’t know where to run, even though I don’t know what running means, I just want to run.

Run as far as possible, away from this terrible battlefield.

The national destiny of the Manchu Qing Dynasty?

The prestige of the Eight Banners?

Full of glory?

The Qing army completely let go of the sheep and ran away just to run faster than others.

Huddled on the Huanggang Liang and looking down the mountain, the National Defense Forces were boundless and vast, far beyond the grasslands, making the remaining Manchu and Mongolian people howl incessantly.

Badali and other princes and nobles on Horqin's right wing followed Pan Zhengyang and others fearfully. Looking at the one-sided battlefield, they felt very happy.

Dorgon's body fell on the battlefield.

Countless footsteps walked over his body, and in the end he was no longer recognisable.

The leader of the Horqin Left Center Banner, Prince Zaksadorobaturu, behaved the same as before.

With the addition of cavalry, the Qing army's retreat became even more difficult.

escape!

Just want to escape!

I don't even know why I ran away.

The Qing Dynasty died.

The rushing cavalry was completely unreasonable, and they weaved back and forth in the Qing army's formation wantonly. When the cavalry passed by, the bodies of the Qing army fell to pieces.

It is better to use your remaining courage to chase the poor bandits, and not to use your reputation as an academic overlord.

Now they don't care about anything.

After the Central Strategic Group captured Hebei, Wang Yan's 1st Cavalry Division captured Shanhaiguan and rushed to the Xilamulun River battlefield along the Western Liaoning Corridor.

The Qing army's escape path was destined to be covered with blood.

Both parties didn't even have time to ask what happened, so they could only turn around and ran to the nearby mountain.

It’s completely gone!

When all the troops gathered together, Lou Fu held Zuo Shi's arm and laughed heartily.

Bumbutai and others could only protect Shunzhi in panic as he fled eastward, hoping to meet up with Dorgon.

Today is the moment when the Manchu Qing Dynasty withdraws from the stage of history!

After running less than thirty miles, a powerful cavalry force suddenly came in from the north.

To this day, he still doesn't know what it's like to be an emperor.

The two sides collided with each other, and they were equally frightened.

"Congratulations. After this great victory, Liaodong and Grassland are finally settled."

The saber flashed as cold as the Styx and was pointed at Manzhu Xili's nose.

Fortunately, I surrendered, otherwise...

So what will be the fate of those who are still alive?

Her son is the emperor, and if he falls into the hands of the Han people, it will probably be extremely miserable.

Practicing rituals with beads full of beads, sweating like a waterfall, and kowtowing like pounding garlic.

Just before the decisive battle between Lou Fu and Dorgon, he led his troops to appear next to Horqin's left wing station.

Even Dorgon is dead, who can protect their orphans and widows?

If the National Defense Force went on a killing spree, wouldn't the Manchu and Horqin species become extinct?

"Someone is coming up."

As a result, both groups of defeated soldiers were now surrounded on the mountain.

At this point in the battle, the outcome has been decided.

Their only direction is to the west.

Although running to the west would make them farther and farther away from home, the Qing army could no longer care.

But if she was asked to kill her own child with her own hands, as a mother, how could she do it?

The Third Cavalry Division, which had eliminated Horqin's right wing, returned to join the battlefield.

Zuo Shi led the Second Cavalry Division into the grassland, and within three months, they swept through Karaqin and Eastern Mongolia without defeating any enemy.

Looking around, there are only a few women left in the high-level management of Mongolia.

The same is true for Zuo Shi.

In order to survive, he is willing to do anything.

None of the men who could make the decision came back.

However, just when they were about to pass through the gap between the two mountains, a large group of broken troops came running from the Xilin Gol Grassland.

Gone!

Survival has become their instinctive choice.

Wang Yan lifted his visor and looked at him coldly.

That's the direction they came from.

On the battlefield on the left wing, Manzhu Xili struggled several times but could not stand up from the ground.

The fleeing Qing troops were eaten bit by bit, and their numbers decreased rapidly. If nothing else happened, they would all die on the flat grasslands.

The loud charge horn resounded across the battlefield, and the original strict and steady formation of the Wehrmacht suddenly dispersed, and all the officers and soldiers burst into fanaticism.

From the western horizon, large groups of cavalry surged in like a tide, and together with the pursuers from the east, they completely surrounded the remnants of the Qing-Mongolian coalition forces.

How glorious it was during life, how miserable it will be after defeat.

After Zuo Shi's Second Cavalry Division took over the Great Wall defense lines such as Xifengkou and Da'ankou, they did not station themselves there, but plunged into the Mongolian grassland.

Facing the fully loaded Second Cavalry Division, how could they withstand it?

The Second Cavalry Division was like a storm, and the tigers entered the flock, directly destroying Horqin's lair on the left wing.

Unlike him, Bumbutai burst into tears and asked heaven silently.

One of his legs was broken and he almost fainted from the pain.

"Gather your troops and don't have any other ideas."

Tens of thousands of people trampled the grassland into flat ground.

She had just asked the defeated soldiers who had fled back from the east, and she also knew that Dorgon died in the battle.

The bright brilliance of his armor could no longer be seen, and the Wehrmacht soldiers did not pay attention to him.

Even if he knew that Lou Fu's side had the advantage in terms of troops, he still had to do everything possible.

As timid as a mouse, humble and cowardly.

Today, the troops of Horqin's left wing and other Mongolian tribes have been taken to the Xilamulun River by Dorgon, leaving only the old, young, women and children.

When Zuo Menggen used troops, he always used his full strength to fight a lion against a rabbit.

"Mother, are we going to die?"

His horse fell aside, and he almost took a bath in the stinky horse's blood.

Shunzhi huddled in Bumbutai's arms, watching in horror as the national defense troops gradually tightened their encirclement, showing no sign of the emperor's majesty.

"Haha, it turns out to be Senior Master Zuo. Your movements are so fast!"

All that's left is to chase the remnants of the enemy to the ends of the earth.

How can the two legs of infantry outrun the cavalry?

Even compared with the infantry of the National Defense Force, the Qing army could not outrun them.

Countless Wehrmacht troops joined in the pursuit.

Wang Yan came up accompanied by guards, covered in blood, like an evil god.

It was really the army on the opposite side that gave them a terrible blow.

They knew there was no way to survive.

"I am willing to surrender, I am willing to surrender, don't kill me!"

The Wehrmacht no longer needed to maintain formation, nor did it need to think about fighting.

I don't know who shouted, causing Bumbutai to wake up from his sadness.

I saw two Mongolians at the foot of the mountain walking up step by step holding white flags.

When the distance was slightly closer, she finally recognized it.

One is his younger brother Manzhu Xili, and the other is the right-wing leader Badali.

A little light suddenly appeared in Bumbutai's dark heart.


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