The wind rises at the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 245 Closing
In the western suburbs of Jiazhuang, under the silver-white dragon's banner, Dorgon held the reins in one hand and the whip in the other, looking in the direction of Jiazhuang with a pale face.

"Mingjin, withdraw troops."

Dorgon could see all the details of the battle in Jiazhuangzhuang. The formation used by the cavalry of the Ming army that rushed into the formation was different from any cavalry formation he had seen before.

The two arms of cavalry and infantry have little in common with each other, and they are completely different in terms of tactics and aspects.

Dorgon narrowed his eyes slightly. Before that, he never thought that cavalry could be used like this.

Using cavalry with the thinking of infantry, forming an array and charging in echelons, can form such a powerful impact on the front.

Such a formation can use cavalry against infantry, and naturally cavalry can also be used against cavalry. This is a new method of using cavalry.

Although such a formation strengthens the frontal impact, it also weakens the flanks, but the flaws do not hide the advantages. As long as this kind of tactics is used well, it can gain the greatest advantage on the battlefield.

For example, in the current situation...

The general situation is over, Jia Zhuang's siege net has been broken, and the Ming army rescued Lu Xiangsheng.

Lu Xiangsheng's banner had already entered the right-wing formation of Jia Zhuang Ming's army, and he was out of danger.

It would be meaningless to fight any further, it would just damage the troops in vain, and it might even reveal flaws.

Dorgon raised his head, looked past Jia Zhuang to the north.

On the fields in the north, densely packed Ming troops are wading across the fields, overflowing the land like water leaking out of Yinchuan.

Some of the cavalry of the Ming army were distributed on the two wings for defense, and some were clearing out the remnants left in the north of Jiazhuang.

Countless crimson banners fluttered in the wind over the wilderness, the wind and snow disappeared, the sky and the earth were dark, and at sunset, only the last red light remained, which was about to fall below the horizon.

Whether Dorgon thinks it or not, the battle of Jiazhuang has now come to an end.

Following the military order issued by Dorgon, the golden sound of withdrawing troops also sounded in the large formation of the Qing army.

All the armored soldiers of the Qing army who were still insisting on fighting in the front line were slightly taken aback, they hadn't recovered from the fighting yet.

However, the habit of obeying military orders developed in the long-term battle career made them obey the orders and retreat.

Accompanied by the continuous sound of horns and the low and melodious sound of conch shells, the Qing army all over the mountains and plains retreated towards the western hormone like the ebb tide of the sea.

Dorgon stood on the hillside, and all the generals standing beside him were ordered to lead the troops to retreat to the rear.

The Qing army receded like an ebbing tide, and countless banners were receding towards the west.

The battle of Jiazhuang ended in such a situation, failure to win means failure.

Such a heavy casualty is a loss that has never been seen in so many years. The loss in the army this time is probably more than 4000 people.

Even if most of them belonged to the Han Army Banner and the Mongolian Army Banner, based on the current capture and income, even if they went back, they would not be able to avoid Huang Taiji's punishment.

Dorgon tightly held the whip in his hand, he was the one who brought about this battle, and Yue Tuo never expressed his views.

At present, all the banners are damaged, but there is no gain. The banner owners of all the banners may have resentment towards him in their hearts.

If Huang Taiji took advantage of the problem, these flag owners would definitely be thrown into trouble. By then, the Zhengbai Banner under his hands probably would not be able to keep.

He couldn't lose the banner owner. After Huang Taiji came to power, in order to dispel Huang Taiji's suspicion, he had always been respectful and kind to Huang Taiji.

Even in many cases, he took the initiative to stand up and act as a sharp edge to clear the way for him, which has led him to his current position.

Huang Taiji's reputation may make him an idle prince like Daishan, but he will never want to touch any power after that.

Withdrawing from the stage of power and completely retiring from various affairs, how could Dorgon be willing to do such a thing.

And if he loses his position as the banner owner, I'm afraid that in addition to these banner owners who suffered heavy losses in the battle of Jiazhuang, those dissidents who he wiped out for Huang Taiji at the beginning will also join forces to get rid of him.

He is not acting on behalf of goodness, and there are not many people offended by acting on behalf of goodness.

If it was him, I'm afraid it would be difficult to even retire and die well.

A gleam of light flashed in Dorgon's eyes, and with his personality, it was naturally impossible to accept such an end.

Huang Taiji's health is not good, and his body has become weaker and weaker over the years, and his body is getting worse every year.

For some reason, Dorgon had a premonition that Huang Taiji's life would not be long...

Dorgon squinted his eyes, staring at the large formation of the Ming army coming in the distance.

The battle of Jiazhuang did not achieve the result he wanted. It not only established his prestige, but also damaged his prestige.

He must reverse all this before leaving the customs and make up for all the losses, otherwise after the customs, it will be his retirement period.

Dorgon's gaze passed Jia Zhuang, then the Ming army slowly approaching from the north, and turned all the way to the southeast.

Thinking about it carefully, although Jiazhuang did not completely win the battle.

But after paying such a heavy price, it is not without any gains.

After this battle, the Xuan Dajun under Lu Xiangsheng's command may not have much strength to fight again.

And there are not many Shaanxi troops under Sun Chuanting's command.

Thinking about it this way, maybe we can still follow the original plan...

Dorgon's eyes froze slightly, and he took a last look at the red flag still standing in Jiazhuang. Then he pulled the reins, and his personal guards with his guards joined the army retreating westward.

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"Long live!!!"

All the Ming soldiers in Jia Zhuangzhuang raised their weapons high and howled frantically.

Their long-suppressed emotions were finally released with the retreat of the Qing army.

The heartstrings that had been tense also relaxed at this moment.

Many soldiers of Xuan Dajun even collapsed to the ground.

"Sun Junmen heard that Jian slaves gathered in Shunde Mansion, so he immediately led me to come to help. Unfortunately, the journey was far away, and we were still one step late."

Chen Wang stepped forward to meet Lu Xiangsheng and sat down. After he led the cavalry to break through the Qing army's formation, the Qing army's retreat soon sounded golden, and he was able to receive it effortlessly. Lu Xiangsheng.

Lu Xiangsheng's armor was already stained with blood, his face and neck were covered with blood, the armor was covered with scars, and there were many arrows hanging from it.

At that time, when he saw the arrow inlaid on Lu Xiangsheng's left chest, his heart skipped a beat, but fortunately, the arrow didn't penetrate the armor.

Lu Xiangsheng wore water-milled clear armor on the outside, and a chain mail and cotton armor on the inside. There were three layers in total. The arrow finally hung on the innermost layer of the cotton armor without penetrating.

It's just that Lu Xiangsheng is fine, but it doesn't mean that other people are fine.

"Mr. Du...you..."

Hu Dawei had sharp eyes and quick hands, and he was the first to support Du Wenhuan.

The sudden noise made everyone turn their attention.

Chen Wangxun looked around, and happened to see Du Wenhuan who was looking pained.

It was only at this time that he noticed that, except for the blood on Du Wenhuan's face, the rest of his face was frighteningly white.

On Du Wenhuan's abdomen, there was a circular wound, which looked like a wound caused by a spear.

The armor Du Wenhuan was wearing couldn't block this fatal wound, and dark red blood was flowing out along the outer edge of the armor.

"Wen Huan!"

Lu Xiangsheng was startled, his eyes were red, he suddenly stood up from the chair, he didn't know what happened.

"I'm fine..."

Du Wenhuan sat down slowly with Hu Dawei's support, his expression was much more relaxed than at the beginning, not as painful as before, and he even smiled.

"I'm just a little tired."

Although Du Wenhuan said that he was fine, everyone noticed that the blood flowing from Du Wenhuan's wound was getting slower and less.

Du Wenhuan sat on the chair, his abdomen no longer hurt as before, he felt that his body was getting colder and colder, and his strength was slowly disappearing from his body.

Du Wenhuan raised his head and looked at the Qing army that was slowly retreating in the distance, feeling calm in his heart.

The sun was setting on the western mountains, and the sky was blood red, all of which were reflected in Du Wenhuan's eyes.

Du Wenhuan stared at the setting sun that was about to completely disappear under the horizon in the distance.

He knew that his life was about to reach the end, but at the last moment, he didn't have the slightest fear in his heart.

After hiding for many years, he was tired and exhausted.

He didn't want to hide anymore, and he didn't want to avoid it anymore.

Unfortunately, it was already too late.

However, there is nothing to regret now.

After all, they won the battle of Jiazhuang.

Since the establishment of slavery, the first big victory was in Jiazhuang.

The red light in the sky faded, and the setting sun finally fell below the horizon, hiding all its light.

The pitch-black curtain slowly fell from the sky above the world.

The red light gradually faded, the curtain fell, and darkness enveloped the entire world in an instant.

The stars above the sky were dim, and the sky and the earth were so dark that it was almost impossible to see your fingers.

The flames came back on, and everyone regained their vision, but Du Wenhuan was already sitting on the chair and closed his eyes.

　The number of words in this chapter is not enough, but if I write again, it will be procrastinated. Tomorrow, I will post a chapter with [-] words

　　
　
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