Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 715 Wu Sangui's Death

War is not like gangsters fighting. A group of people gather together with machetes and folded stools. Commanding more than [-] people to fight, not only the battlefield needs attention, but also the flanks and back. Once the edge collapses and is outflanked by the enemy, Alexander and Sun Wubaiqi are still alive, but they can't save the fate of the army's failure.

However, this time Song Qingshu just started fighting with hooligans. Suddenly, the twelve divisions from the northern Shaozitou protected back position of the army formation and the southern Shaoshan position of the army abandoned their positions and outflanked to the back of Yefenling in the middle battlefield. The Wu army who attacked the Yefenling position was caught off guard.

"Don't retreat, don't retreat, let me attack! Whoever dares to retreat, I will kill him!"

There was a huge bloodstain on the stomach, and the fragments of the armor ticked along the belt, leaning on a tree, Ma Bao was still waving a knife and screaming, but the surrounding Wu Jun who had been beaten and collapsed could not stop. Fleeing backwards, tens of thousands of troops were crushed by this blow from the back, and the trenches were filled with corpses.

After seeing the Ming army's bayonet for more than an hour, the already exhausted Wu Jun could not resist these new forces at all.

"Don't run away! Kill! Kill!"

He staggered out like a lunatic, slashing wildly with a knife, Ma Bao's fierce power was still there, seeing him like a tiger descending the mountain, several Wu Jun were shocked, and looked at Ma Bao in a daze. They hacked to death on the ground, but people still have survival instincts and family affection after all. Seeing a Wu Jun knelt on the ground tremblingly begging for his life, while Ma Bao was inhumane and continued to chop downwards with a knife. , Wu Jun, who seemed to be his fellow countryman, finally broke out.

"I want to fuck you! You bitch!"

With a slap of the spear shaft on the back, Ma Bao, the brave champion of the three armies, was slapped to the ground like a child, pulling his trembling brother. He had to run forward, and not far behind him, the Ming army rushing down the mountain was already shooting one shot at a distance, sniping and killing the fleeing Wu army.

"Don't run, come back to me!"

The wound in the abdomen was quite serious, and Ma Bao was lying on the ground and had no strength to stand up anymore, but this murderous man with bloody hands was still crawling forward, trying to pick up the knife that was transferred to the ground. Seeing that the handle of the same bloody knife was about to reach his hand, he stabbed obliquely and kicked hard with his leather boots, and the heavy machete flew out with a clatter.

"This seems to be an official, grab the one who can claim credit!"

"Damn it, I saw this bastard kill someone just now! I'd rather not do it, I'm going to kill him too!"

"Yes, kill this bastard!"

To step on the blood of Wu Jun and Ming Jun in exchange for fame and wealth, Ma Bao has a lot of blood debts in his hands, and now it is time for him to repay, looking at Wu Jun who was hacked to death all over the place, Ning Yuan let him die, these Ming Jun don't want to Rescue him in exchange for meritorious service.

"I am, I am Ma Bao, Admiral of Jingzhou, you, you can't kill..., kill..."

Puff puff puff~

There is one set of standards for his own soldiers, and another set of standards for himself. At this time, what Ma Bao wanted was not to be loyal, but to be captured and survive. It has been pierced into his back one by one.

At the foot of the mountain, looking at the soldiers of the Wu army who were escaping in panic from the artillery fire, Wu Sangui's eyes were blood red and frightening. If Song Qingshu had dared to put all his eggs in one basket yesterday, he could have ordered the soldiers under his command to make a forcible assault and eat up Song Qingshu's isolated protruding front Then he tore the Ming army in half along the gap, but today, for this decisive battle, he has sent all the elite troops on hand to the front line of Yefenling, and the rest of the troops are inferior Xiang troops, so he started a battle. As a restraint, now more than 8 main forces have retreated from Yefenling like a flood, just like a domino collapsed, and the rest of the ministries also retreated.

"My lord, do you still want to kill?"

The leader of the personal military supervising team held a machete with a slightly slashing edge, clasped his fists in horror and asked Wu Sangui to try it, glanced at him, and then at the thousands of defeated troops, Wu Sangui finally did not curse or draw a knife , but sighed leisurely.

"Mingjin returns to camp!"

Turning on his horse, Wu Sangui turned his head abruptly again, gnashing his teeth and popping out a person's name.

"Wang Fuchen!"

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Raozhou, Jianwuping.

He sneezed violently, looked back at the cavalrymen who were gnawing on young crops in the fields of common people, and Fatty Wang wiped the sweat from his forehead again. , and he was in a hurry, his whole body was like a big oven, and his body was drenched in sweat.

The [-] cavalry who decided this war were dragged by him in the nearby mountains like sheep.

"Wang Shuai, Liu Gouzi is back!"

Just as Wang Fuchen rubbed his nose and muttered, the soldiers suddenly shouted in surprise. Along the mountainside, a crooked guy put on several new brocade clothes and carried a box, and came back in a daze, didn't he? Is that the same soldier that Wang Fuchen sent out?

Seeing him come back, Wang Fuchen's mouth was almost out of breath, and he went up and dragged the soldier off the horse, which turned into two big ears.

"Damn it, I entrusted you with important matters, where the hell did you go to pour cat urine into?"

"Back to Fat Master!"

The two slaps also woke up Liu Gouzi's drunkenness, his old face flushed, and he knelt down on the ground with a thump.

"Fatty Lord, please forgive me. This wine was reserved for the younger one by Song Dashuai. I heard that Fatty Master is coming to surrender. Song Dashuai Long Yan is very happy. These, these, are all given to the younger one by Song Dashuai!"

This is really gold and silver, and there is a big ivory on the back, looking at this appearance, it seems that Song Qingshu is really happy, Wang Fuchen suddenly smiled on his old face, and grabbed the soldier by the collar and dragged him up.

"Then you handed over my personal letter to Marshal Song? What did he say?"

"Master Song sent you a letter back to Fat Master!"

Rubbing his aching old face, Liu Gouzi hurriedly escaped from the crumpled envelope, handed it over with both hands, full of eagerness, reached out and Wang Fuchen tore the envelope open, but at first glance, he The smile on his face froze there.

In the letter, Song Qingshu only replied one sentence.

You go to guard the border, spare your life!
"Damn it, why did you tell Fool Song!"

This is too far from what I expected. Where is Jingzhou, guarded by the border, and where the hell is it?In desperation, Wang Fuchen went up and slapped Liu Gouzi again, almost crying, and fell to his knees on the ground again.

"Little one, I've said everything you told me! Before leaving, Marshal Song patted my little one's hand, saying that I hope you, Fatty, will come down soon!"

After all, it was a warlord who was mixed up in troubled times, and he woke up as soon as he turned his head. Wang Fuchen stretched out his hand angrily and pulled the horse's reins over, yelling cursingly.

"Damn it, you've been tricked by Fool Song! Don't rest your mother's blood, get on my horse, the military situation is like fire, you know, follow me, and stab Fool Song in the buttocks..."

Boom~Boom~
Before the words were finished, the whole earth seemed to vibrate suddenly, and the shock seemed to be louder than when the artillery battle was the most intense just now. Caught off guard, Wang Fuchen's war horse was fertilized, and Fatty Wang was thrown to death by a dog. , Spit out a mouthful of mud, Wang Fuchen suddenly picked up Liu Gouzi's collar in fear.

"Shacai, when you fucking left, how was the battle going?"

"Back to Fat Master!" With a mournful face, the second-skinned soldier cupped his fists sadly: "When I left, Admiral Ma had already been defeated, and the mountains and plains were full of our defeated troops. Tens of thousands of Song troops were chasing after us. You always I don’t know, it’s too miserable, the Song army just fired their guns from behind, our people were killed one by one on the mountain, and the corpses filled the trenches!”

The saliva was flying, and Liu Gouzi tried his best to describe to the coach what he only saw, but Wang Fuchen didn't care to listen. Just now he sat down on the ground again, shaking his head with his eyes straight.

"It's over! It's late! It should be the goddamn Song thief general Liu Zongmin who led the army, and the king of Pingxi is fucking over!"

"General Wang, let's go!"

After finally climbing on the horse, the chief general stopped moving again. The fiery Mongolian Dutong couldn't bear it any longer. He kicked the horse's belly and stepped forward, yelling. Who knew that Wang Fuchen simply rolled his eyes.

"Fuck off, everyone, put everything away and wait for Marshal Song to treat the prisoners preferentially!"

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Poyang Town, Wu Army Camp.

Wang Fuchen's guess was wrong. After all, 16 people circled far away and dragged the heavy artillery. At this time, the seven or eight front troops led by Liu Zongmin had no time to detour to Wu Sangui's back, but they had a force. For the most important thing in the war, everyone all forgotten.

Shi Lang's sailor!
After hearing that Wu Sangui's army came to attack, the first one to mobilize was the navy, which crossed Poyang Lake. In the absence of manpower to defend, Shi Lang broke through Wu Sangui's camp on the opposite bank in half a day yesterday. The fleet intercepted the Wu army's rear at Wuqiao. So far, Wu Sangui has not received the news that Nanchang has been recovered by the Ming army.

One division was hastily left behind to defend Nanchang, and Shi Lang led the entire navy fleet south again. The navy of twenty divisions was inserted across Wu Sangui's back at the juncture of the entire army's retreat.

It's called carpet bombing. The long navy fleet is arranged in a circle in the lake. While spinning, it pours ammunition, grape bombs, chain bombs, sky bombs, and all kinds of red metal bombs at Wu Jun non-stop. The creation fell on Wu Jun's camp like no money, and the camp that was almost a few miles away from the bombing almost had no good place.

Boom~ The wooden sentry tower leaned heavily to one side, the towering points tore the platform apart, and the tents were burning with raging flames. Wu Jun in the tents was covered with flames, and fled around in panic, everywhere was blown up like ping pong balls Wu Jun.

With a bang, a cannonball almost knocked Wu Sangui off his horse. The dozen or so soldiers in front were thrown into the air, and their bodies fell to the ground in a mess.Originally, they were retreating from the Lianhuashan battlefield and wanted to go back to the camp for reorganization. The sudden shelling made the Wu army even more confused. fled.

The artillery fire continued to roar through the crowd, so dense that each shot became a disaster.

On the other side, hundreds of small sand boats also rushed onto the beach like stranded whales. The well-trained marines quickly formed a line, and Shi Lang also rushed to the front, holding his saber high and shouting loudly.

"Marine, go forward!"

Amidst his roar, the ping-pong-pong bullets were fired densely from the neat queue, and hundreds of Wu Jun who were still trying to resist were killed by the lake in an instant.

Behind them, the first front army, which had fought hard for two days, also cheered soaringly. It seemed that all the exhaustion of fighting had been left behind. Countless Ming troops rushed out of the mountain waving banners, dying Bite Wu Sangui's army by the tail.

Especially the Poyang garrison. In the past two days, the four divisions under Zhao Sheng had the most casualties. There are more than 1 people and now there are more than 4000 left. Only one or two of the entire squadron died, but with blood , The Sixth Front Army proved their iron bones.

Now, the time for revenge has finally arrived.

Ragged and scarred Ming soldiers rushed out of the town, biting the remnants of the Wu army outside the town like lions, especially the squadron leader whose body was stained red with blood and whose bayonet was broken. Like gods and demons descending from heaven.

"Little Six, Zhao Dazhuang, you are watching from the sky, I have avenged you!"

Roaring, Yang Yong slashed down fiercely again, sending the head of Wu Junqian, who was trying to run away with a big knife, flying several meters away.

With such a magnificent attack, Wu Sangui couldn't organize a counterattack at all, and even couldn't gather a team. Under the protection of dozens of personal soldiers, he could only follow the mighty team and flee southward for his life.

Qianqiu's hegemony has already disappeared with the rolling Poyang Lake.

In an unprecedented pursuit battle, about 20 soldiers of the Ming army came from Poyang Lake, while more than 30 soldiers of the Wu army fled along the way. Some couldn't even run anymore. The Ming army disarmed the Wu army, and immediately after the election, the two opposing forces simply sat on the ground together and panted.

But even at this point, Wu Sangui did not give up. With only more than 100 soldiers, he rode to the forefront of the defeated soldiers. At about three o'clock, he started to escape in Poyang Town. At six or seven o'clock in the evening, Wu Sangui actually escaped from the entire scope of the Wu army's defeated troops, and fell four or five miles away from the two armies that were chasing and killing them.

The horses were sweating and foaming as they ran, and their legs were weak. Hearing the screams of fighting and moans of despair coming from behind, Wu Sangui finally breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the bloody soldiers beside him, even a hard-hearted man like him couldn't help feeling deeply moved.

"Everyone sacrificed their lives to protect me. I, Wu Sangui, will never forget it. When I return to Jingzhou, when I, Wu, is in trouble again, I will definitely use you all!"

"Prince Pingxi's words are serious!"

With the ecstasy of the rest of the life after the catastrophe, more than 90 soldiers also clasped their fists neatly.Taking advantage of the pitch-black night, turning around and looking at the flames all over the mountain, Wu Sangui roared viciously again.

"Fool Song, just wait, I, Wu Sangui, will never give up so easily!"

"let's go!"

The flames of Yu Gan staying at the barracks in front of him seemed to be in sight, kicking the horse that had already run weak, with the desire to meet an oasis like a passerby lost in the desert, dozens of soldiers embraced Wu Sangui and ran again , 1000 meters, 500 meters, 300 meters, just when Wu Sangui even thought about how to order the Yu Gan defenders to delay and run to Nanchang by himself, the soldiers in front suddenly trembling and stretched out their hands to stop Wu Sangui's horse.

"My lord, my lord, look!"

Outside the town wall of Yugan Town, countless torches were cast on the ground, almost illuminating the area as bright as day. The densely packed infantry formed a square formation, with a radius of more than ten miles. There is also a big banner with Ming characters hanging high. This place is obviously not the person Wu Sangui is looking for.

In an instant, Wu Sangui also seemed to be decades old, and quickly became decadent.

"There are thieves ahead, march in!"

It is estimated that he will not be able to catch up with this earth-shattering decisive battle. Unwilling, Li Dingguo suddenly pulled out his saber and waved it forward. With neat steps, the well-trained Ming army phalanx was also advancing like a wall.

"The sky has no eyes, I am not reconciled to the fact that hegemony has not been achieved!"

Howling to the sky like a wolf, with the madness on the verge of death, Wu Sangui suddenly kicked the horse's stomach, the horse was dripping with blood from the barbs on the shoe, and the frightened horse raised its last strength in an instant, and rushed forward frantically.

"Swear to follow King Pingxi to the death!"

Wealth, honor and disgrace are all tied to Wu Sangui. Dozens of soldiers also followed Wu Sangui in a desperate charge in exhaustion. Hearing the sound of horseshoes dancing in the dark, Li Dingguo, who commanded the Seventh Front Army, frowned obviously, and immediately raised his sword. with a wave.

"Stop the army, shoot!"

Like a machine, tens of thousands of infantrymen stopped in an instant, knelt down in the front row, and raised their rifles with squinted eyes in the back row, pointing directly at the dark night ahead.

"Fire!"

bang~ bang~ bang~
(End of this chapter)