Traveling through the Ming Dynasty, as soon as you open your eyes, you will die

Chapter 209 Fierce Battle
Now, out of the 150,000 Hao Waoqi troops, there are still 100,000 more, but he does not have many cavalry.

Because Yuan Zongdi fought on the dam for such a long time and captured the Ming Dynasty's racehorses on the dam, when the two armies merged, Yuan Zongdi's 100,000 horses included 70,000 cavalry, otherwise it would not have been possible In the Xuanda area and Wu Sangui, fighting came and went. Now there are still 40,000 to 50,000.

Hao Yaoqi, however, had no source of horses and did not have many cavalry. In the fierce battle that had just happened for half a day, there were only less than ten thousand people left.

They began to attack westward towards the Ming army's blocking line.

Xu Jie stood in front of the team, faced the surging bandits, and ordered the soldiers to shout in unison: "The emperor has a decree to forgive all your sins, accept the imperial edict, and be treated the same as the people of the Ming Dynasty. You will surrender your guns and not be killed."

The pace of the rogue bandits slowed down.

"The Regent has decreed that you should lay down your weapons and enjoy the same treatment as the people of the Ming Dynasty."

The family members hesitated.

"Supervise the country's decrees, return to the Ming Dynasty, enjoy the same land policy, and pass it on to future generations."

Many bandits hesitated.

The cavalry reined in their horses and waited.

Why are you rebelling? Being exploited by corrupt officials, they have no choice but to fight for a peaceful life.

Now, in the Ming Dynasty, there are no longer corrupt and cruel officials, there are no longer exorbitant taxes and levies that force people to sell their sons and daughters, and there are no longer corvees that force families to die. Now the area ruled by Ming Dynasty is peaceful and prosperous. So why are we still fighting?

Are you just fighting for the ambitions of those big bosses?

"We entered the grassland this time to help you defeat the Manchus and rescue you back to your hometown, so that you can live a peaceful and prosperous life with peace of mind."

Almost everyone was moved.

What the Ming army said was not a lie, because the roar of the Ming army and the Mongolian Tatars fighting to the death in the north was enough to show their sincerity.

When Hao Yaoqi heard this and saw that the morale of his team had been shaken, he was shocked. He immediately shouted at his team in front of the horse formation: "Don't listen to their nonsense, they are lying to you. Attack, Attack, let's fight out."

Many people were still hesitating. Only Hao Yaoqi's personal soldiers followed Hao Yaoqi and started to kill on horseback.

Their charge led to a group of soldiers also running and charging.

Xu Jie yelled again: "Put down your weapons and surrender your gun."

The whole army shouted together: "Lay down your weapons, lay down your weapons, lay down your weapons."

Then, Xu Jie slashed his hand down: Tolerance can't stop the damn ghost.

As he slashed his hand, the cannons in front of the formation began to roar. After the puffs of gunpowder smoke, projectiles roared out, smashing through bloody alleys in the dense charging team.

"Put down your weapons." The entire Ming army made a final effort.

Hao Yaoqi did not stop his horse.

Dong-dong-dong, there was a volley of cannon fire, and the shotgun blasts swept out, forming a scorching wall of death in front of the charging bandits. Groups of rogue cavalry were knocked to the ground.

"Put down your weapons and surrender your weapons without killing."

It only took a few breaths for the loaded Fo Lang machine to be launched again. Walls of fire were formed, and Hao Yaoqi's army was defeated one by one.

"lay down your weapon"

"Boom boom boom——"

Hao Yaoqi had no intention of surrender, he just launched a desperate charge with blood-red eyes. The soldiers in front were defeated one by one, but he still did not look back.

His eyes were empty, and his own soldiers were dead. Then he heard what seemed to be a lonely cannon, which seemed to be fired for himself.

Then his eyes turned red, and he saw countless blood splatters on his chest and the body of his horse, and then his strength disappeared.

Looking back hard, I was alone on the battlefield. When he was on the verge of death, he sighed in his heart, I can finally stop fighting and lie here peacefully. It's a pity that this is not the tomb of the ancestors in my hometown.

Lying on the grass, he saw a row of wild geese, arranged in a human shape, flying south leisurely. He looked at them with nostalgia and regret, and then his soul followed them, jumping and cheering, back to the Great Wall and back to his hometown.

The general was dead, and all the charging men stopped, confused.

Xu Jie shouted again: "Put down your weapons and we will take you home."

There was a clang, and no one knew who it was, dropped the sword that had been with him for more than ten years, then squatted on the ground, covering his face and crying.

All the people threw away their weapons, covered their faces and cried together.

In fact, people who cry don't know why they are crying. Is it because they are relieved, or because they have given up their faith?
Xu Jie did not go to gather these rogue bandits who just laid down their weapons but did not declare surrender.

The belief that has persisted for more than ten or twenty years is not so easy to give up.

What's more, facing nearly 200,000 people, once they go to capture prisoners, once the blocking line is messed up and the bandits take the opportunity to run away in a swarm, all the previous efforts will be wasted.

When asked by his subordinates, Xu Jie said calmly: "As long as we hold the blocking line, now that their morale has collapsed, they can no longer break through. It will be better if we let them figure it out on their own."

So, the two of us just looked at each other calmly, and no one did anything radical again.

Yuan Zongdi did not look at the battle scene here. His eyes were fixed on the Ming army and the Mongolian battle group.

There are a total of 60,000 cavalry and 30,000 yellow belts. Facing the 150,000 to 60,000 Mongolian cavalry, the force is quite thin.

But at this time, the Ming army had already exerted its energy in successive victories. Guan Ning may be a little constrained when facing the Eight Banners elites, but what they are shouting in their hearts is, I can't beat Jiannu Qinggou, can I still not beat you Ergouzi?
The mentality of Qi Fei's officers and soldiers is that the Jiannuqing dogs we fought back then are all running away, and beating you losers is not just for fun.

The belief of the yellow belts is that I don’t care whether you are a Qing dog or a Tatar, I will shoot you head-on and then hammer you to death and that’s it.

There is no need to worry about the enemy's arrow rain. In the face of such sophisticated armor of the Ming army, it is just a step away.

Guan Ning's cavalry fired the three-eyed fire blunderbuss, then abandoned it, directly pulled out the real steel knife, and pounced on him.

The two sides engaged in battle, and the steel sword struck down. The Mongolian scimitar was like a piece of rotten wood, breaking in two, and then chopped off their heads.

Qi Fei's soldiers flattened their spears, rushed in, pierced the enemy, let go instantly, opened the five-eyed machine and fired, then waved the five-eyed machine and smashed it on the head. The head of any war horse or someone's head was flattened by the hammer. .

The yellow belts strode forward, following the path opened by the cavalry brothers, shooting at the fish that escaped the cavalry brothers, and then howling, rushing over excitedly, avoiding the horses, and hammering them down.

This hammer won't kill him, so if you don't care about him, there will naturally be brothers behind him.

Although the Mongols have a large number of people, they have been fighting fiercely for half a day and are already exhausted and exhausted. In addition to the Mongolian Tatars, there are more than fifteen to fifty herders.

Their old sheepskin coats couldn't stop the Ming army's bullets, and their sheepskin hats couldn't withstand a hammer.

Their scimitar was like a piece of rotten wood in front of the Ming army's steel sword.

Under the absolute crushing of technical equipment, the numerical advantage no longer exists.

Now, both sides are fighting inextricably.

(End of this chapter)