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Chapter 168 Why Are You Broken?

Just a reminder, it's the beginning of autumn, remember to give your loved one a cup of milk tea.

However, don't tell me, I will envy you and hate you!

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Jia Zhuangbei, under the banner of two woven golden dragon banners, Prince Hauge of the Qing Dynasty and Shuosu jumped into a rage, beheading dozens of Qing soldiers who led the retreat and returned, still angry, shouting to all the generals to form their teams again war.

Gu Shan Ezhen Tan Tai said from the side: "Prince Su, our warriors suffered heavy casualties, and they had to rest after fighting for a long time. Let's wait for the general's order to arrive, and then make further calculations."

Hauge was repeatedly frustrated by Lu Xiangsheng's Xuan Dajun, and he was full of resentment and unwillingness. Now he wished to capture Lu Xiangsheng alive immediately, and eat his flesh alive, so as to relieve the hatred in his heart.

He was gasping for air and snorting heavily, so that Tan Tai, who was beside him, dared not speak any more, and only looked at Hauge with his eyes, waiting for him to make a decision.

After a long time, Hauge finally said: "The order is for all the troops to retreat to the second mile, and the whole team is on standby. You stay and take care of the troops. I will go to see the general who was ordered."

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"Lu Xiangsheng, we must get rid of it!"

Standing on the high platform, Dorgon looked at the Qing army that had withdrawn from Jiazhuang's east gate, and said softly.

Yibai, the leader of the Eight Banners Mongolian Zhengbai Banner, was looking at the tragic battlefield. Although he was not on the front line to supervise the battle, he was not personally on the scene, which made him palpitate. He tentatively asked softly: "General, there is still a wave ?”

Dorgon's face was very calm, and he said lightly: "Ming Jin, tell the warriors to retreat, so that they can recuperate, and fight again tomorrow."

The messenger here just left and went to send the order to Mingjin, when he saw smoke and dust rising from the north, obviously there were several horsemen galloping forward, Dorgon's face darkened immediately, and his gloomy gaze flashed past the corner of his eyes .

"I was ordered by the general, and the color of the flag looks like Lord Su."

Ba Ya La Tiao Zhang Jing Holborn reminded from the side.

Dorgon was expressionless, turned his gaze back to the battlefield ahead, and said two words coldly: "Back to camp!"

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Most of the Qing army retreated two miles away from the Xuanda army's line of defense, and they were still densely gathered there, with shielded vehicles and flags lined up tightly. They did not attack anymore, but they did not retreat to the camp.

It may be a temporary rest, or it may be discussing countermeasures for another attack.

At this time, the sky was getting dark, and Lu Xiangsheng sent an order: All ministries should strictly guard the line of defense and not move rashly, and they can send small troops 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 field in front of the defense line.

Some sentry cavalry of the Qing army also rode their horses to observe the movement of the Ming army. However, they were very afraid of the artillery of the Xuan Da army, so they only dared to watch from a distance of one mile, and did not dare to get too close.

Teams of sergeants walked on the battlefield just now, confiscated the Qing army's weapons and banners scattered on the ground, chopped off their heads, and stripped off their armor.

"It's a pity, what a good Tartar's head, it was smashed to pieces."

Zheng Youjin, the leader of the Second Armor of the First and Third Teams of the Left Post, kicked a corpse of a Qing soldier. Only half of the upper body remained, three-quarters of the head and the entire lower body were missing.

Each team sent out two armored sergeants to clean up the battlefield, leaving only one armored musketeer to watch and guard the movements of the Qing army.

Between the low walls and ditches, Sergeant Xuan Da was carrying the corpses of the Qing soldiers, and he added knives and guns to those Qing soldiers who were not completely dead. The Qing soldiers between the low walls and ditches were still intact.

However, many of the corpses of the Qing soldiers on those passages were smashed to pieces, including their heads, and some soldiers of the Xuan Da Army couldn't help but vomit on the spot.

Tian Mingyu also felt a little disgusted at the puddles of flesh and blood. Looking at these pieces of meat, he was also a little annoyed.

Damn, the head is blown off, isn't this military merit gone?
The chill was overwhelming, and there was an unpleasant smell of blood, and the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke had not completely dissipated, and Tian Mingyu even sneezed several times when inhaled into his lungs.

From time to time, there was a sound of mourning, or a tragic scream, which was the last neigh of the wounded soldiers of the Qing army.

Although the weather was extremely cold and the sergeants exhaled thick white air from their mouths, Ke was still busy working in full swing, while everyone was excitedly discussing.

"Tiantou, it's not easy to move the dead tartars in this ditch?"

Several sergeants whose hands and feet were bruised from the cold complained to the team officer Tian Mingyu.

The ditch in front of the earth wall is full of corpses of the Qing army. The closer the ditch is to the passage, the more full the ditch is. Their corpses are hardened and frozen, and the ditch is slippery, so it is really difficult to carry them up. .

"Pig, find some long hooks, no way, borrow some hooks and sickle guns from the friendly army, and you will be hit, so just hook it."

Tian Mingyu cursed with a bit of hatred for iron and steel, while secretly sighing at his own cleverness.

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Zhang Cheng stood quietly on the passage outside the south gate of Jia Zhuang. His feet were covered with the viscera and blood of Qing soldiers, as well as scattered thighs and arms.

Without exception, in such extremely cold weather, they all froze into a hard piece, mixed with blood, and firmly bonded to the soil on the ground.

The cold wind was blowing, and Zhang Cheng stood motionless on the battlefield of flesh and blood, quietly thinking about something, only the cold wind picked up his bright red cloak from time to time.

From time to time, there were cheers from the soldiers talking about it. They cleared the corpses of the Qing army out of the passage, all the weapons, armor, and flags were cleaned up, and the broken chariots on the passages were also pushed back to the earth wall. Inside.

In any case, it would be good for these dilapidated chariots to light a fire to keep them warm. Moreover, keeping the passageway smooth is also convenient for attacking or sending the remaining Qing soldiers to their deaths.

"Chen Zhong, tell the soldiers to put all the bones of the Tartars in front of the earthen wall and by the side of the ditch, and pour cold water on them to make them freeze firmer."

Zhang Cheng ordered in a deep voice.

At this moment, a burst of gongs faintly came from the direction of the Qing army's array, followed by the enthusiastic cheers of Xuan Da's sergeants, and the sound wave after wave was higher than the wave, and it lasted for a long time!

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The Qing army blew the gong to withdraw the troops back to the camp, and Lu Xiangsheng's military order was also transmitted. The soldiers of each battalion cleared the battlefield, rescued the wounded soldiers, and buried pots for cooking.

As the smoke curled up, the soldiers and fire soldiers in each battalion began to get busy nervously.

After the war, the Xuanda defense line burst into bursts of laughter again. Everyone sat around the fire, warmed up, drank hot water, and waited for dinner. They were excitedly talking about the battle just now.

Zhang Cheng was summoned by Lu Xiangsheng to the camp of the Chinese Army.

Here, Yang Guozhu, Hu Dawei and other generals have arrived, and everyone is overjoyed. Obviously, although the first battle today was cruel, they repelled the fierce offensive of the Qing army after all, and each general gained a lot.

As soon as he saw Zhang Cheng, Guo Yingxian, the general of Yang Guozhu's army, shouted: "Brother Cheng, it's fun, today I'm in the barracks killing slaves at level 240 level [-], what a fucking fun!"

Zhang Cheng also smiled and said, "Old Guo, my Right Wing Battalion also killed 350 Tartars."

Guo Yingxian took a breath, muttered, "Good guy..."

(End of this chapter)