Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 767 Yin Yang Fish

The roaring cannons shook the pens, inks, and writings on the table, and the sound of explosions happened right next to them. The continuous roar of artillery fire made the nobles in the room tremble with fear, and even the young Baylors of the palace began to twitch their teeth. Trembling, Sonny, Ye Bilong, Sukesaha and other ministers also clasped their fists and lowered their heads, each of them looked gloomy, and exchanged glances with each other while bowing their heads without saying a word.

All of a sudden, there was a bang, and then another bang, blood was sprayed on the thick tent, listening to the terrified shouts of the soldiers outside, why did the two juniors of the Prince's Mansion make a cry? , sat down here.

"Prince Regent, quickly, withdraw quickly! I, Ama, am the only son!"

A shellfish seemed to be frightened, and knelt down in front of the desk, knocking on the ground with snot and tears to mourn, the ugly voice finally made Dorgon, who had been sitting in front of the desk writing, finally impatient stood up.

"Drag it out, and check the situation by the way, is the Eling defense line broken?"

The two soldiers with blood dripping from their braids came in hurriedly, and dragged the snotty and tearful Beizi out the door. It is unknown where he threw it, Dole Dagon didn't want to know, and another ten minutes later, a cavalry horse stopped at the door of the tent, and the bloody Niu Luzhen rushed into the tent rolling and crawling.

"Master, it's not good. The Nanman is attacking in the upper reaches of Hongze Lake! The Mongolian cavalry of the Erwen Battalion stationed there can't resist and collapsed. The Nanman has already started to set up forts and is going to bombard our rear camp!"

Just now, one cannon, two test shots, could hit Dorgon's central army tent, which is undoubtedly another ominous omen, Sony and others frowned.No matter how powerful the army is, it can't stand fighting on both sides. Hearing that a large number of Ming troops began to appear in the rear, Dorgon couldn't help but ponder for a while, and then he snorted expressionlessly.

"Where's Fan Wencheng?"

This question has nothing to do with the current situation. Sonny, the chief civil servant who asked the question, paused for a moment, and then bent down with fists in his arms: "Regent, Master Fan has been seriously ill these few days and has been in Lying stiff in the tent, I'm afraid time is running out."

"Hmph, it's not my race, it's just useless at the critical moment!"

Poor Fan Wencheng can be regarded as a veteran of the three dynasties. He dedicated himself to Nurhachi, Huang Taiji and him. At this dying moment, he has received such an evaluation from Dorgon. After hearing this, Li Sutai and other Han generals can't help but feel chills .However, Dorgon didn't seem to care what the Han army flags were thinking at all, and just waved again.

"Come here, pull up the tent to the farthest edge, and order the Horqin Camp at Hulu Terrace to go to the top!"

Dorgon was also called Li Luo, and he was about to leave after conveying the order. However, the ministers of Sony exchanged glances, and all of a sudden they all neatly dropped their horseshoe sleeves and knelt on both sides of the tent, kowtowing their heads incessantly.

"Regent, retreat!"

Ye Bilong, who was born in the Zhengbai Banner, opened his hands extraordinarily, and persuaded him earnestly: "Master, there is no need for us to be cannon fodder for foreigners in the Qing Dynasty! Now Nangou's morale is like a rainbow, and the attack is endless. The first three battalions are almost defeated. The Han dog is half disabled, the death of the Han dog is not a pity, but our Jianzhou men also suffered heavy losses, the Nan dog is determined to repel us, and then go back to save the city!"

"He foreigners robbed a lot of things in the south of the Yangtze River. What did we get in the Qing Dynasty? On the contrary, we don't know how many old and young men from Liaodong died here. It's not worth it!"

"Prince Regent, let's withdraw our troops while Nangou is not encircled! Otherwise, even if the foreigners drag Jiangnan upside down, there will be nothing left for us!"

Dorgon could not listen to Minister Han's opinion, but he couldn't turn a blind eye to Manchen's opinion, especially this time, almost all the Manchen in the room knelt down. .

Accustomed to self-importance, a wave of anger clearly appeared on Dorgon's face, with an extremely impatient look, but this ambitious man in his prime pointed at Niu Luezhen who was kneeling on the ground and hadn't retreated yet.

"On the other side of Hongze Lake, what kind of flag did Ming Kou fly?"

"Go back to Lord Baylor, Fourth Legion, Xia!"

"That's the face of General Xia of Nangou Town Mountain! It was No.13 Army He Jin who attacked our Chinese Army yesterday, and this morning it was Zhou Yuji of the First Army. There are no flags left in the east!"

Talking to himself, Dorgon turned around and stretched out the strategic map that had just been rolled up, pointing his fingers at the huge battlefield where the dog teeth intertwined, shaking his head and sighing again.

"Almost! Almost!"

"Master, master?"

Seeing it in a daze, after a long time, Ye Bilong had the courage to bow, but the sound caused Dorgon, who was immersed in the map, to turn around excitedly, pointing at the map and frantically facing all the ministers howled.

"This picture, what do you see?"

Our Qing Dynasty is almost becoming a walnut in the middle of the clip, what else can we see?With a bitter face as if he had wiped Coptis chinensis, Soni hurriedly kowtowed sadly.

"Back to the master, the slave saw that I, the warrior of the Qing Dynasty, was fighting to the death with the Nanman!"

"shit!"

Even more impatient, he grabbed the pen, and Dorgon suddenly made a huge circle on the map, then threw the vermilion pen to the ground, and shouted excitedly while pointing at the map.

"What this king saw was Tai Chi! Now his yin qi surnamed Song is permeating and steaming, while my yang qi of Qing Dynasty is still condensed but not emitted, sharp but not hurt. His firearm surnamed Song is indeed powerful, but In the Battle of Saerhu, didn't Juniper shoot poisonous cannons, and let our great-grandfather kill corpses all over the field?"

"Now I still have 13 cavalry in my hands. They are all men riding horses and grazing. Are you afraid of a group of them farming? The well-being of our descendants of the Qing Dynasty is all here! His surname is Song, he is dead!"

Under the influence of Confucianism, Dorgon's words became twisted and twisted, but looking at the violently twitching muscles on his face and listening to his fierce words, a large group of ministers kneeling on the ground looked at each other. Suddenly it lit up.

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The daytime attack continued for another day, and Jiannu's Chinese army camp was almost destroyed, including the first few divisions of the Qihuo Army. Zhou Yuji's first front army fought extremely fiercely. The formation of the Eight Banners was completely torn apart, and the attack did not stop until dusk.

On the entire battlefield, there are overturned artillery carts everywhere, smoking craters, braided soldiers lying on the ground, who don't know whether they are alive or dead, and muskets with bayonets are stuck everywhere, bleeding It almost dyed the earth red, and the reflected sun seemed to be all red.

Victory seemed to be imminent. After seven or eight days of mad attack, the defense of the Qing army became weaker and weaker. Almost all the cannons were damaged, and the Musketeers were also battered. Deserters began to appear, and the huge army of 45 fell apart after two or three days of blows.

At night, the brightly lit side of the Ming army looked peaceful, but it was pitch black on the side of the Qing army. In the dim camp, the painful groans of wounded soldiers and veterans' melancholy home tunes were everywhere. Many people have already regretted it. In order to plunder the Han people who are also compatriots in the south, and to become slaves with a higher status in the imperial court that established slaves, the landlord families in the Central Plains, Shanxi and Shanxi have done everything. But now, the children The dead and wounded are dying, and the living people are covered with bruises. Many people have begun to ask themselves, is it worthwhile to be a slave to others?
"Master! Master! General Bao Libao is dead!"

It was really sick, and after a few days, Fan Wencheng suddenly became a few dozen years old again, and collapsed on the bed. He hadn't come down for three days, his head was covered with white hair messily scattered, and his face was wrinkled. It was as if carved with a knife. Hearing the servant's yell, the old guy barely got up while supporting himself on the couch, and asked tremblingly.

"Have you restrained yourself?"

"Master, I can't restrain myself! It's already been smashed to pieces!"

Useless dogs will be kicked away by their owners!The Bao family is really an excellent example. Since Bao Chengxian died, the Bao family has almost been reduced to a coat. Finally, this time Bao Chengxian's third son saved a few hundred taels of silver and donated a thousand household officials. This Guangyao lintel hadn't been seen yet, and he died in battle first, with no bones left. Fan Wencheng who heard it was really moved, and after a while, he waved his hand feebly.

"I can find as many pieces as I can. I'll bring them back anyway, so that the younger generations of the Bao family can think about it!"

"This……"

The servant obviously showed a distressed expression. It was really a test of his nerves to pick a few pieces from a pile of rotten meat. Just as this guy was muttering, a violent vibration came out of the tent unexpectedly, Fan Wen Cheng's water glass was buzzing, needless to say, the servant had already rushed out, but after a while, he came back very excitedly.

"My lord, great news! Great news! The Regent has counterattacked! The sound of horseshoes just now is Chahar, Horqin, Tumot, Zakqin and other Mongolian tribes, as well as our Eight Banners Xiaoqiying Battalion of the Qing Dynasty. They have endured so much God, the regent finally counterattacked, and those southern barbarians are finished!"

For a long time, as long as the Eight Banners cavalry came out, there were almost no problems that could not be solved. It had been covered for too long. The servant danced excitedly, but Fan Wencheng's old eyes widened instantly when he heard it.

"what?"

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The horseshoes galloped so fast that even the ground trembled. This time, Dorgon even led the team himself and galloped among the galloping cavalry.

More than 13 cavalry, 7000 brave Mongolian cavalry, more than 3 Eight Banners cavalry, almost comparable to the strength of Genghis Khan when he destroyed the gold, the most powerful mobile force in the cold weapon era, and living flesh and blood tanks. Dorgon, who hadn't felt the excitement for a long time, once again found the blood boiling with the old slave.

This time, he will once again destroy the main force of the Ming Empire with his own hands, and let the blood of the Ming people spurt out under his sword!

Ahead, the outlying camp of the Ming army surrounded by lights was close in front of us. The cavalry's surprise attack was so abrupt that Dorgon could vaguely hear the Ming army's frightened and defensive shouts inside, and a ferocious appearance appeared on his face, holding his saber high. Ding Tianliang, the leader of the Eight Banners bandit group, yelled like a beast.

"Kill! Not one left!"

(End of this chapter)