The end of the Ming Dynasty swept the world

Chapter 459

This is the first time Abatai has formally fought Ding Yi.

Although he had already experienced it when he attacked Golden State before, it was not profound.

Many people in the Later Jin Dynasty cursed Ding Yi as a Ding mouse, and Abatai didn't think so.

After all, many things did not happen to him.

Today he finally saw what a ding mouse is.

Digging pits, mixing mats, irrigated rice fields, Dingmouse can do anything, all kinds of shameless and indiscriminate methods of play.

It is simply a despicable person that the Han people have never seen in thousands of years of history.

In the past, Abatai hated Yuan Chonghuan the most, because this guy always hid in the city and could only use red cannons.

Compared with Ding Yi now, Yuan Chonghuan of Aba Taijue is really a good general with both ability and political integrity.

Ding Mouse is a piece of shit, polluting the entire Daming generals group.

It's just embarrassing to Mingren.

Pooh, I look down on you Ding Yi.

Abate scolded and looked around.

Now he is no longer thinking about how to fight the Ming army, he is thinking about how to escape.

He rode a horse and Mu Zhahe waited for the Mongolian army to go all the way back, first throwing off the ambushing Ming army, and then immediately ran into the rice fields on both sides.

I rode in first, only to find that the rice fields here were all flooded, and the horse couldn't run at all.

Everyone began to jump off their horses and walk in the muddy paddy fields.

Some people also ran on the field stalks.

In this way, everyone becomes an infantry.

Soon, he knew Ding Yi's determination.

The paddy fields here are deeply irrigated.

The output of paddy fields with at least [-] mu or more fell sharply or even failed to harvest.

The consequence of this is that their post-gold soldiers and horses have to walk forward in various muddy rice fields.

Abatai didn't lose his horse, he kept holding his own horse, and pulled desperately when it was difficult to walk.

The Houjin soldiers and horses of the brigade walked in the rice fields with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

The farther he went, the less people around him felt.

Many Mongolian soldiers fled to other places in groups and did not dare to be with them.

Perhaps they felt that it would only be more dangerous to be with senior generals like Abatai and Muzahe.

At this time, they had just climbed out of a mud field and came to a small path. The path was so small that even horses could not run, so they could only walk.

There is still a field across the path.

After much deliberation, they continued to move forward without taking the path.

Abatai looked back, and there were less than 300 people gathered around him one after another from all directions, less than one cow.

Suddenly his nose was sour, and the dignified Baylor, the post-Golden Warrior, wanted to cry.

This time they invaded Jinzhou, they brought [-] Mongolian cavalry and [-] gold elites.

The whole army has a total of more than 600 people.

As a result, he fell down in a pit on the plain and was hit by a wave of guns by the Ming army, losing two to three hundred.

Then I ran here, attacked the mountain crossing first, and was bombarded by the Ming army first, and then the gunmen on both sides fought again, losing thousands of dollars.

After the strong attack failed, he let the six hundred gold soldiers rush to the two sides, but it still failed.

When he finally decided to run away with Mu Zhahe, there were less than two thousand fine riders around him.

Two thousand soldiers and horses fled in all directions, each looking for a place, and now there are less than 300 people around him.

Miserable, really miserable.

But they can't stop yet.

It didn't take long for everyone to stop.

Bang bang, there was a sound of gunfire in the distance.

"The next three thousand Ming troops also arrived?" Mu Zhahe trembled.

The sound of gunfire came from the south of them, which proved that the three thousand Ming troops who had been following them had also arrived.

"Let's go." Abate quickly ordered to continue westward.

After walking for a short time, the sound of gunfire behind him became more and more intense, and there was a lot of shouting and killing. It should be that a large group of Houjin soldiers and horses encountered the Ming army.

They didn't dare to look back and continued to run forward.

After finally crossing two more fields, I finally stepped onto the hard rice field.

Now everyone is overjoyed, and they can run quickly.

Abate got on his horse, rode, and started running in the rice field.

After flushing three fields in a row, I finally saw the main road.

He hurriedly gathered soldiers and horses, walked all the way, and encountered Houjin soldiers coming out of rice fields from other directions one after another.

After walking south for more than a mile, more than 500 people gathered around me again.

But only more than 20 of them came out with their horses, and most of them lost their horses.

Almost everyone lost their boots, because in the muddy rice fields, bare feet are the fastest.

Abatai and Mu Zhahe both had horses, and when they rode on the horses, they looked around at the refugee-like young elites, and they really wanted to hug each other and cry.

Regardless of whether he can escape or not, this will be a shame for Abate's life.

"Where are your weapons?" Abatay was suddenly furious.

It turned out that among the more than 500 people, [-]% lost their weapons. Many people even lost their bows and knives. Less than [-]% still had weapons in their hands, and most of them had knives and no bows.

"It's all on the horse. The horse is stuck in the field and has to be thrown away." Someone cried.

"Bastard." If this were normal, Abate would have slashed him, but now he has no golden soldiers around him, except for two soldiers and slaves who are all Mongols, and he was a little flustered for a while.

"Qibeile, hurry up, where are you going now?" Mu Zhahe persuaded.

If you go west, you can go to Beigou and beat the Ming army, but Abatai dare not say it now.

The most important thing now is to escape.

Almost all their horses were gone, and if the Ming army came on horseback, they would be finished.

And now it can be regarded as going deep into the hinterland of the Ming army, and there are all Ding Yi's people here.

"Does anyone know the way? Do you know how to get back?" Abate could only ask.

Mongolian soldiers, you look at me, I look at you, there is no way to know.

There is no other way now, Abatai thought for a while, first go around and find something to eat, it is best to go to a Ming army village, avenge blood hatred, vent a little bit, and then find a guide.

The crowd took it for granted.

Now he took the more than 500 remnants to the west.

There are many fertile fields on the road, and this is where the Ming army hoarded the fields.

They flew into a rage, slashed with knives all the way, and walked directly in the fertile field, venting their dissatisfaction and anger.

The Mongolian soldiers without knives stepped on them as they walked, and then pulled them out with their hands.

Desperately destroy the fields.

But Abatai quickly stopped them, it was a waste of time to prevent the Ming army from catching up.

Everyone can only trot forward.
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Ha Qisuo didn't meet Abatai, and he took three subordinates to the main road with great difficulty, but he also looked dazed, not knowing where to go.

This time when they came, there was a guide named Du Lier, a post-Golden soldier who had been stationed in Jinzhou and Fuzhou, and was familiar with the terrain here.

But Nadu Lier has lost contact now.

"If I go back to the avenue under Baiyun Mountain, I still know the way, but I don't know it at all." Ha Qisuo shook his head and sighed.

"Go west, my lord. The south is close to Lushun and Jinzhou. It should be safer to go west." Someone suggested.

It made sense, the four of Haqisuo also headed west.

None of the four of them had horses, only Ha Qisuo had a knife, and the other had a bow, so they still had two weapons.

I walked a lot that day and saw a lot of rice fields. I wanted to catch a Ming person to ask, but I didn't see any of them.

He guessed that Ding Yi made Ming people hide in the city.

Several people slept in a small forest that night. Fortunately, the weather was relatively hot and they would not suffer from the cold.

The four of them continued to walk the next day, but they didn't know if they were going in the wrong direction or what. As they walked, they deviated from the west and went south.

By noon the next day, the four of them were tired and hungry, and they couldn't find anything to eat.

Just then they came to a small river for a drink of water.

Suddenly raised his head and saw a faint wall on the opposite side.

"Have a house?" The four were overjoyed.

They hurriedly ran all the way, and after bypassing the river, the terrain ahead became lower and lower, and they could see more and more clearly.

Finally, when they ran to the other side of the river, they saw a wall surrounded by several simple houses built of mud and wood, and a bunker of the Ming people was right in front of them.

The bunker is surrounded by fields, and several Ming people are still working in the fields.

Suddenly found someone here, looked up here.

"Ah." Someone screamed, and then Ming people ran into the fort one after another.

"Hahaha." The four of Ha Qisuo were overjoyed and rushed down madly.

Ming people are as obedient as dogs. In the past, a team of ten soldiers and horses could drive away thousands of Ming people.

Now it's time to develop, the four of them thought happily.

(End of this chapter)