. "Master, Master." Tan Tai's Goshha shouted loudly, trying to wake up Tan Tai, but they were destined to be futile. The gunshots of Ming army on the mountain were kept ringing slowly, and Tan Tai's Goshha fell down one after another, covering Tan Tai's body. No Ming army was shooting and no one felt that another Qing general had returned to the underworld.

The entire mountain showed a one-sided massacre. Countless Qing soldiers fell down with confused expressions on their faces. The Qing soldiers behind him hesitated, but some Qing soldiers showed a sick madness on their faces. They shouted loudly and rushed forward as fast as possible. However, the short distance was as far as the sky was. They often slipped to the ground halfway through. When they got up, there were several blood holes on their bodies and fell down again. However, they never had the chance to get up again.

"Run!" The Qing army behind woke up, and I don't know who took the lead first, turned around and walked backwards. They were frightened and wanted to leave the hell that devoured their countless companions as far as possible.

Even when the Ming army's artillery fire and muskets were the most fierce, the Qing army had never been so afraid. This time, when they were full of confidence and thought that the Ming army's weapons could not be used, the gunshots of the Ming army completely defeated their confidence, and the crowd was also human. This huge contrast made them desperate, and it was not surprising that they were defeated.

Ye Chenwu was about to rush forward with his long sword, and he was dragged down by his Goshha. Obai, Ta Zhan and others also retreated quickly among the defeated soldiers. Obai turned his head and looked up the mountain. The gunshots on the top of the mountain have not stopped. Every round of gunfire, the elite behind the people fell down. He felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart. For the first time, he had doubts about his martial arts. The Ming army's firearms are not comparable to human power. Is his martial arts still useful?

"Yulin Guard! Go forward!"

The first time I saw the Qing army in such a mess, a commander in front of me became angry, pointed a sword in his hand and gave an order to move forward.

The guards who were shooting were stunned and immediately responded: "Forward! Forward!" They took a big step and chased the Qing army. The pursuit formation naturally could no longer be kept neat, and the gunfire began to become scattered.

"Forward! Forward!" The spearmen on both sides immediately moved randomly, stepping on the mud and water under their feet, and chasing the Qing army.

The senior officials of the Yulin Guard behind were shocked. At present, there were only more than 10,000 Yulin Guards with combat power, and it was difficult for musketeers to move in such weather to maintain their formation. If the Qing army counterattacked, the consequences would be difficult to predict. Yan Yingyuan and others were so anxious that they jumped, but they did not dare to call the gold and withdraw the troops. If it were call the gold, it would be difficult for all the Yulin Guards who were attacking to hear it, which might cause chaos.

Wang Fu saw it clearly on the mountain, but he didn't feel anything wrong. Although the Yulin Guard had only more than 10,000 people in the battlefield, the Qing army had no fighting spirit at all. On rainy days, the Qing army's cavalry and shooting were simply unable to be played. If we could not launch a counterattack like this, would we have to wait for victory: "The drum is coming!"

"Dong!Dong!Dong!" As Wang Fu personally beat the drums, several big drums on the mountain also sounded at the same time. The drum sound seemed a little dull in the sound of the rain. The morale of the Yulin Guards rose even higher when they heard the drum sound. Bullets chased the Qing army behind, and occasionally shot some Qing army who wanted to resist to the ground.

"Kill!" When Huang Degong's army arrived, it was the time when the Qing army retreated from the bottom of the mountain. Although Huang Degong could not see it, he still issued an assault order for the entire army without hesitation.

Duoduo finally realized what it means to have a rain of rain. When he heard the brigade of Ming troops appearing behind him, his face turned pale. He could no longer hold back the blood and vomited out a sound.

"Prince, Prince." Dodo's Goshha was shocked and hurriedly supported Dodo's shaking body.

At this time, the Qing army was in chaos in front and back, and there were less than a thousand people staying by Duoduo. Suksaha jumped on the horse, looked at Duoduo deeply, turned his head and shouted behind him, "Baturu, the two white flags, follow me and kill!"

Hundreds of two white flag officers and soldiers were in vain. When they heard Suksaha's words, they all stepped on their backs and followed Suksaha and rushed backwards.

When Lukedehn saw that Suksaha was in the direction behind, he hurriedly shouted: "Two red flags Batulu, follow me and rush forward!"

Two teams came forward and came backward to the Ming army that was coming. Only more than 100 Goshhas were left by Duoduo, who helped Duoduo to escape to the camp. "Kill!" Yin Hongsheng, Li Benshen, Li Chengdong, He Gang and others led thousands of troops and soon rushed towards the Qing army to face him. The Ming army clearly felt that the morale of the Qing army was low, and a layer of rain had fallen on the ground, which greatly restricted the speed of the horse. The advantage of the large number of Ming soldiers was immediately taken out. On the battlefield, there were often seven or eight Ming soldiers surrounding a Qing army. No matter how brave the Qing army was, they could not stop the weapons coming from all directions. They were soon knocked down and became a corpse.

When Suksaha led hundreds of two elite white flags to the back, it was when the Qing army's rear team was completely defeated. He roared and led people to fight. What made him desperate was that fewer and fewer people followed him, and there seemed to be Ming troops everywhere on the battlefield.

Lukedehun's situation was worse than Suksaha. When he arrived in front, thousands of Qing troops were retreating from the mountain in a mess. From time to time, the Ming army shouted loudly, and the Ming army's gunshots were mixed in the middle. These defeated troops had no fighting spirit. They were not able to stop Lukedehun's hundreds of red flag soldiers and horses. Instead, his troops were dispersed by the defeated troops. In the end, Lukedehun had to retreat with them.

The Yulin Guard spearmen who had been holding back for several days were full of momentum. They had already rushed to the front of the musketeers. As long as the Qing soldiers dared to turn around, the waiting for them was often more than a dozen spears, and no matter what they were sieve, many Qing soldiers often fell behind and died of misfortune. This step was the distance between life and death. They always chased the elite soldiers of the Ming army. In order to escape first, they even used their swords to cut over the people who blocked themselves in front and fled.

"Kill!" The entire battlefield was full of the Ming army's shouts and killings. The two armies quickly joined. After the Yulin Guard and Huang Degong's troops merged, they were even more motivated. Whether it was the musket team or the spearmen, they had completely abandoned their formation and chased the Qing army surrounded by all sides.

On the mountain, Wang Fu had already put down the drum hammer, rubbed his sore wrists and listened carefully, and the rain covered his sight. Although he could not see the form of the battlefield clearly on the mountain, he could only infer the progress of the war from the shouts of killing.

The drum sound of the Yulin Guard did not stop, but became louder. The shouts of killing were louder and louder. The sound of the Qing army on the battlefield seemed to be completely gone. The more Wang Fu heard it, the more he felt something was wrong. The shouts of killing seemed to be far more than the power invested by the Yulin Guard. He hurriedly said to the two guards: "Hurry, go ahead and see, what happened?"

"Yes! Emperor!"

Before the two guards could take a few steps, several people rolled up and rushed up. Everyone was covered in mud and blood, but their faces were filled with excitement: "Report, Master, Duke Jingguo's troops have arrived and are launching an assault on the rear of the Tartars."

Wang Fu stood there in a daze, but there was no ecstasy under his face. Instead, he wanted to cry. Although he had not achieved a comprehensive victory, the mankind had been unable to recover for at least a few years after the blow, and he actually saved the fate of a nation that had been in decline for hundreds of years. From today on, he no longer had to worry all day long and wanted to escape.

Unfortunately, these things can only be hidden in my heart and no one can share them. Even if I want to cry, he is now the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty and cannot have any weakness.

"Emperor, Emperor." Seeing the emperor's death, both the guards around him and the Yulin Guards who came to report the news felt strange in their hearts. Why did the emperor seem to be happy when he didn't see him? Although the war has not yet ended, the victory is certain. Could it be that the emperor will be dissatisfied with such a great victory? By the way, the emperor must have thought that Beijing was still in the hands of the Tartars. Thinking of this, everyone around him admired the emperor more.

Wang Fu came back to his senses and said, "Transfer my will. Today, he will do his best to complete his achievements in one battle. Do not let a Tartar go."

"Yes!" The two messengers ran to the mountain again regardless of the coldness and wetness of their bodies.

The raindrops dripped for more than an hour and finally stopped. The dark clouds in the sky dissipated again. Although the sun was still hiding and refused to come out, the vision had become better. There were corpses of fallen Qing army everywhere at the foot of the mountain. Many of them were facing the sky and killed by the Ming army behind them. This was a great irony for the Qing army, which had always been brave.

The ground was wet, mud and blood mixed together, forming a strange color. The shouts of killing on the battlefield did not stop. Countless Ming troops surrounded the remaining Qing army in a high ground in the Qing army camp. With this high ground, the remaining Qing soldiers barely resisted the Ming army. In order to prevent the Qing army from fighting in the trap of beasts, the Ming army temporarily stopped the attack.

This made the Qing army breathe a sigh of relief for a while, but when everyone saw the endless Ming army in their sight, they felt extremely cold. In addition, wet clothes were even more uncomfortable to wear. Fortunately, people got used to the cold, and many people's teeth were trembling.

Duoduo's eyes swept through the people around him, and a feeling of a hero's end suddenly surged in his heart. Nearly 60,000 troops were surrounded by good generals. Now Tan Tai, Suksah, Luke Dehun and others have no trace of death or life. There is no way to know whether to die or live. The troops are less than 5,000 people, and the Jurchens are not satisfied with tens of thousands of people, and they are invincible. If they are usually surrounded by hundreds of thousands of soldiers, Duoduo has the confidence to rush out, but there is no trace of hope in the eyes of the five thousand people in front of him.

With a choking sound, Dodo pulled out a long sword from his waist and crossed it to his neck. Several Goshhas were shocked and hurriedly grabbed Dodo's hand and shouted anxiously: "Prince!"

Who said there is nothing to write about later in this book? Li Zicheng, Zhang Xianzhong, and Dorgon are not good at all. Nanming just took advantage of the time and the location to achieve victory, and temporarily got rid of the fate of the country's destruction. Don't worry, the back of this book is still very good.
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