Ming Zuo

Chapter 665
Kang Guoli swears that he has never been so afraid as he is now after fighting all his life.

In fact, the enemies he saw today were completely beyond his understanding.

The black figure was getting closer and closer. Although his footsteps were slight, like a civet cat, they were clearly in his line of sight.

Kang Guoli closed his mouth tightly, breathing through his nose as slow as possible, and the hand holding the knife was already covered with sweat.

The black shadow obviously didn't know that he was prepared, so he leaned over.

Nearly.

closer.

Seeing that the black figure touched the front of the tent less than three steps away, and raised his arm, it seemed that he wanted to cut the tent open.

Anyone who has experienced battles knows that once the arm is raised like this, it means that the moves are old.

Kang Guoli didn't dare to wait any longer, suddenly let out a roar, and bumped himself out.

The tip of the knife pointed directly at the shadow.

The black shadow really didn't react.

Kang Guoli clearly felt the knife piercing his body.

This result made him overjoyed, and he immediately swung his left fist and punched the black figure in the face.

He believed that with one knife and one punch, the enemy must have no chance of surviving.

But he had just swung his fist halfway, when the elbow of his left arm suddenly went numb, and his strength completely disappeared.

At the same time, his buttocks were hit hard, causing him to throw forward involuntarily.

Kang Guoli used all his potential, and immediately stood up again as soon as he fell down.

When I turned around, I saw that the black figure was already galloping away into the distance.

Ba Yala's camp suddenly became lively.

All the soldiers rushed out of the camp and looked around for the enemy.

The fleeing black figure was also seen, and immediately two Ba Yala chased after him.

But just after running more than ten steps away, there was a sudden explosion, which smashed the two people to pieces.

"Don't chase!"

Kang Guoli hurriedly shouted.

All the Ba Yala were terrified, and they all stood in place, holding weapons and vigilantly vigilant around their surroundings.

However, the night was heavy and the wind was blowing. Apart from the rustling of leaves, there was nothing around.

It seems that everything that happened just now was just a dream.

But when the subordinates reported the results, the dream was so painful.

"Er, twenty-five dead."

The death of twenty-five Baijiaba Yala left Kang Guoli completely powerless.

"Have any of these beasts been caught?"

The subordinate shook his head in shame.

He didn't know that even though Kang Guoli asked, he was already mentally prepared.

As the only person who fought those black shadows at close quarters, Kang Guoli knew best how powerful those people were.

His sneak attack was not imperfect, and he stabbed his opponent.

But in such a short breath, the opponent unexpectedly made strange moves, got rid of his surprise attack and was able to rise up, and even killed two pursuing Ba Yala.

It is not surprising to lose against such an opponent.

Its daybreak.

The twenty-five corpses were placed together, as if they had turned into a boulder that weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.

If these twenty-five bayalas were on the battlefield, the Ming army would not be able to resist even with thousands of troops.

But now they quietly ruined their lives on an ordinary night.

Kang Guoli looked around carefully.

The mountains are capped and the forests are deep, and it is impossible to know what is hidden in them.

This is obviously the place where their Jurchen ancestors lived and hunted for generations.

But I don't know why, but now it makes him so strange.

"Return trip."

He made a decision that surprised everyone.

"Er Zhen, the banner owner's order is..."

Kang Guoli said decisively: "We have already been targeted by others. If we continue, we will die here. There is no way to fight this battle."

Although Duduo's strict order could not be refused, Kang Guoli knew better that all the Bayalas of Zhengbai Banner could not die here.

Otherwise Zhengbai Qi will be destroyed.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw him go all out.

From the bottom of their hearts, they don't want to stay here either.

After all, no one wants to die unknowingly, without even knowing how.

On that day, Bayala led by Kang Guoli no longer moved towards the rear of the new army's defense line, but returned at full speed.

No matter day or night, these people all gathered together, always maintaining a sufficient number of vigilance.

When this happened, the reconnaissance battalion had no way to get close, and could only watch these embarrassing people return to the Jurchen camp.

"Lord Baylor, if you want to blame it, blame the slaves, it has nothing to do with them."

Kneeling in front of Duoduo and explaining the cause and effect, Kang Guoli accepted his fate.

Duoduo had a gloomy face, and his eyes only looked at the endless camps on the top of the mountain in the distance.

"Withdraw the army."

With this order, everyone in Zhengbai Qi was stunned.

"Baylor, we haven't fought a single battle, so we're withdrawing our troops here... I'm afraid it will be difficult for Dahan and Morgan Daiqing to explain."

Duoduo pointed to the continuous mountains.

"These southerners are very good at fighting, and we Jurchens are not good at attacking mountains. It will not do any good to continue to consume."

When everyone heard this, they felt sorry for each other.

When did the Jurchens also fear war?

Duoduo made a wise choice and led the Zhengbai Banner to retreat that day.

This made Geng Wanrong very depressed.

Didn't fight a battle, doesn't it mean that there is no credit.

Neither Geng Wanrong nor Duoduo knew that the outcome of the Western Front had already been decided.

After the night attack failed, Dorgon decided to attack across the board and no longer retain his strength.

He just wanted to take advantage of the many to bully the few.

And he's got goodies for limiting new armaments.

The war broke out, and the whole battlefield was filled with smoke.

The smoke was not caused by gunfire, but Dorgon's secret weapon.

The idea is still the same.

In order to limit the use of the new army's weapons, it is necessary to hinder the new army's vision.

The only thing that can do this in the daytime is smoke.

So Dorgon ordered to collect all the dry horse manure and hay and form them into small balls.

When the battle begins, these things are ignited and thrown to every corner of the battlefield.

As a result, the battlefield with a radius of tens of miles was filled with this choking green smoke, which lingered for a long time.

Then the Golden Banners used the cover of the smoke to launch an attack on the new army across the board.

Sure enough, the new army did not respond well to this move.

After fighting for more than an hour, all the fortifications outside the city wall were occupied by Hou Jin.

Dorgon also sent out a team to attack Yushan, an independent high point on the west side.

Once captured here, the city wall of the new army will be condescending and impossible to defend.

But the smoky battlefield made Yu Lichun helpless.

"Is there any way?"

The other officers scratched their heads depressedly.

This time Dorgon told them with his ingenuity that the enemies on the battlefield were really not easy to deal with.

While thinking hard here, a sudden change occurred.

"what is that?"

Suddenly someone shouted from the Eight Banners Army that was attacking Yushan.

The others followed his shout and looked west.

Then I saw a large boat sailing out of the back of Wangyu Mountain, which is close to the sea in the west.

Immediately afterwards, the big ship changed from one to two, and finally more and more.

In the end, more than [-] large ships were laid out in a line on the sea surface, and the flag of the new army fluttering on it explained everything.

(End of this chapter)