"Regent..."

Hong Chengchou, Ning Wan, I was also busy persuading him.

Especially Ning Wan, I was full of disbelief and could not believe my eyes at all.

Xu Changqing actually has something that can be "flying in the sky". How is this possible? How did this be done? Could it be that the Ming Dynasty is really not over, and Xu Changqing is the envoy sent by God to save the Ming Dynasty?

On the top of Haicheng City, Du Du seemed to fall into an ice hole, and his face was ashen.

The Qing Dynasty paid such a price, but it still failed to break through the model army? This...

"call."

Seeing that more than a dozen hot air balloons from the Model Army were about to come to his eyes, Dorgon's chest suddenly relaxed and he exhaled a long breath of turbid air. His whole body seemed to have become more than a teenager in an instant. Although he was still holding on to maintain his aura, he was already trembling with difficulty.

After a moment, he said hoarsely and difficultly: "Get off!"

"Get off the troops! Hurry up, hurry up and yell the gold to withdraw the troops!"

Sony, Fan Wencheng, Hong Chengchou and others were all as if they were amnesty and urgently greeted the servants around them.

"Dangdangdangdang..."

The slaves were also frightened at this time, and they dared not neglect them. They hurriedly sounded a harsh golden sound.

"how so?"

To the north, the central army of the white flag in the inlaid white flag, Duoduo seemed to have been drained by a hundred old ladies, and his whole body suddenly became depressed.

I have paid so much, can't I take this one breath?

"Master, the situation is not good, let's retreat quickly!"

He was about to say something, but the servants beside him rushed over to remind him.

"Get out!"

Duoduo whipped away the slave and wanted to resist, but he only saw that the people on the front and flanks, the white flags, the two yellow flags, the red flags, and the blue flags had begun to retreat like a tide.

Duoduo couldn't help but close his eyes in great pain and murmured: "Are you still defeated?"

But at this time he also understood very well. He was stunned for a moment, and there were not many servants and war horses under his banner who wanted to keep their lives on the spot. He could only grit his teeth and swallow his blood and shout, "Retreat, retreat quickly!"

"twitter."

As if everyone was granted a general amnesty, they hurriedly sent an order.

Soon, when the head was in the north, a hot air balloon attacked, which was also the main force of the Inlaid White Banner, which had the greatest pressure on the model army, began to retreat quickly.

"Haha, the Tartars retreated, retreated!"

"My model army wins thousands of victories!"

"The general is mighty!"

"I have a great victory in the Ming Dynasty..."

"Ten thousand victories, ten thousand victories, ten thousand victories..."

Just as the Qing army retreated, in the model army battle formation, familiar sounds suddenly resounded through the sky, and rushed towards the sky wildly, as if they were about to tear the sun apart.

Xu Changqing also clenched his fists heavily, raised his head with great excitement and difficulty, and looked at the sky.

In this battle, the Model Army suffered at least tens of thousands of casualties and finally got things done!
Chapter completed!