The wind rises at the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 19
The more Tuo Yangkun thought about it, the more frightened he became. He looked back at the foot of the mountain on the other side, just in time to see the vanguard cavalry of the Ming army coming here at this time.

Naturally, such a big movement cannot be concealed. The more than [-] Ming cavalry in the vanguard have realized that they have been tricked into luring the enemy, and now they are regrouping and want to come back to help.

Tuo Yangkun's eyelids twitched, if other people were telling the truth, he was really not afraid, even Qin Liangyu and He Renlong would dare to fight for a while, even if it was the Liao Town cavalry, he would not be too scared.

But when he thought of Cao Wenzhao and Cao Bianjiao, Tuo Yangkun felt chills all over his body, and just wanted to turn around and leave.

He was chased by him on the battlefield in the past. He was so embarrassed that he was almost stabbed to death by Cao Bianjiao. After many years, he didn't want to recall it.

With only five hundred cavalry, he defeated Qiutou Town easily, and defeated two thousand cavalry one after another, forcing his fine cavalry to be almost powerless to fight back.

The more Tuo Yangkun thought about it, the more he felt that the leading general of the vanguard cavalry was Cao Bianjiao, and the one who led the cavalry to charge the formation should be Cao Wenzhao.

Prime Minister Hui Deng also recalled it at this time. Like Tuo Yangkun, he suspected that the Ming army above the officialdom was Cao Wenzhao's trilogy.

He was even worse than Tuo Yangkun. He was chased by Cao Wenzhao's troops for hundreds of miles, and fled all the way to Gaoze Mountain before he was able to survive.

Li Zicheng's face was deep, staring at the Ming army who was slowly retreating down the mountain, silent.

The volley of guns released by the Ming army frightened most of the people. Now even if they urge the infantry and horse troops to attack, there is no way to prevent the Ming army from retreating. I am afraid that even the old soldiers who urge them are afraid to step forward.

Li Zicheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked sideways at the gunners who were struggling to reload the artillery.

He used to be a frontier soldier, and he is not interested in firearms other than artillery. The most commonly used is the three-eyed blunderbuss. In the north, the wind is strong, and firearms such as bird blunderbuss are actually not easy to use.

Artillery can not only attack the city, but also break the formation, which can be called a sharp weapon in military struggle.

It's a pity that making cannons is too difficult and costly. He also looked for craftsmen among the refugees to make cannons, but the results were minimal, and gunpowder was a big problem.

This kind of military funds can't be found much in plundering urban and rural areas, so some are stored in the guards and arsenals in various places, but those are simply a drop in the bucket.

Therefore, there are only some small Franco cannons in the army, as well as fire cannons. Now the five cannons on the top of the mountain are big fire cannons. Just now, someone charged too much powder, which caused the chamber to explode and hurt a lot. Few soldiers.

Li Zicheng's eyes kept scanning back and forth on the official road, he was really unwilling to fail at this last moment.

"The officers and soldiers have stabilized their positions. The artillery can't beat them at all now. Without artillery, they can't break through the army formation. There is no need to fight this battle."

"This army is just the vanguard of the official army. Hong Chengchou's army must be behind. After fighting for such a long time now, I am afraid that reinforcements from the official army will come."

Prime Minister Hui Deng didn't care about Li Zicheng's ugly face, he bowed his hands to Li Zicheng casually, and said straightforwardly.

"I lost too much in this battle, and I can't fight anymore."

Li Zicheng's eyes were cold, and his heart was filled with anger.

Prime Minister Huideng had a fart loss. It is estimated that the horsemen under his command lost a maximum of 200 people, but the hungry people lost a little more, and the fine cavalry did not go into battle at all.

It was the same when fighting Ai Wannian. Prime Minister Huideng preserved his strength, but there were not enough soldiers. Although the ambush was successful and he killed Ai Wannian, he was allowed to run away with more than a thousand people in the end.

He lost at least a hundred elite cavalry in this battle. The hungry people and infantry were worthless. He also used Francophones and artillery to use up almost all the gunpowder that was not much, and his strength was greatly reduced.

In the past, Prime Minister Whedon basically agreed with him, but now that his strength has declined, his tone of voice is not as polite as before.

"The brothers who broke into the army can continue to fight if they want to fight, but I have to lead the army one step ahead."

Prime Minister Hui Deng led the horse forward a little, and then glanced at the Ming army at the foot of the mountain.

A gleam of coldness flashed in Li Zicheng's eyes, but he concealed it well.

Li Zicheng expressed apology, cupped his fists in return and said
"This battle was caused by a certain misjudgment, which led to a fall short."

Prime Minister Whedon snorted, noncommittal.

"Brother Li Xian, you have lost so many troops right now, you should leave quickly, otherwise you will lose even more when the officers and soldiers come back and get entangled in their tails."

After Prime Minister Huideng finished speaking, he walked straight away with all his personal guards.

He didn't give Li Zicheng any face at all, and his attitude was completely different from his previous attitude.

Li Zicheng's expression was as usual, his eyes only stayed on Guo Tianxing's back for a while and then moved away, without showing any other expression.

He took one last look at the Ming army at the foot of the mountain, raised his right hand and made a gentle move backwards.

The golden sound resounded, and it resounded through the entire mountain in an instant.

In the formation of the Ming army, Chen Wang was still paying attention with his command flag in his hand. Even when the sound of gold sounded, the thieves around him retreated like an ebb tide and still did not relax at all.

It wasn't until the big black banner on the top of the slope disappeared in front of his eyes, and no one was seen among the entire mountain road, that Chen Wang let go of the command flag in his hand.

But at this time, fatigue hit Chen Wang like a tide, and pain signals came from all over the body.

Before that, all his attention was on Chuangjun, and his spirit was very tense, so he ignored many things.

But as soon as he relaxed, he felt uncontrollably tired.

Continuously rushing into the formation, driving out the rout and attacking the formation are all high-intensity activities.

At this time, Chen Wang felt the fear.

Whether it is four times to charge the battle, or the follow-up leading the rear, he is very likely to lose his life.

Especially in the final battle behind the palace, although the firearms used in bursts can cover firepower in a short period of time, the biggest problem is the soldiers who fired the guns.

If there are soldiers in the retreat who can't bear the pressure and run backwards, it is very likely to cause panic and eventually lead to collapse.

As long as a few soldiers flee in panic, I am afraid that the entire rear army will collapse completely, and when the time comes to break into the army and kill them with fine cavalry, it will be a disaster.

But, now everything is over.

Chen Wang looked around, felt the gazes of everyone, and led the horse to turn around, facing the direction of the Chinese army, and looked at the big fiery red banner.

Under the big banner, countless banners fluttered slowly in the breeze.

Chen Wang clenched the rein in his hand.

He knows that he must be able to get what he wants.

After this battle, he will no longer be just a servant.

The torrent of the times engulfs the destiny of individuals.

The destiny that is engulfed by the times can only rise and fall with the times.

The waves are turbulent and the current is fast. If you are not careful, you will die.

Only by ascending to a high position, and only by gaining power, can one be able to escape from the encumbered fate and hold it in one's own hands.

(End of this chapter)