There is a way to break the drum and beat 10,000 people, and one by one they fall into the well, and they are very happy.

But once the wind turns, it's the icing on the cake for everyone.

The Lancers were victorious, and the wind turned around.

No one cared why the lancers were able to win and why Dorgon's personal cavalry was defeated.

In their minds, none of this matters, what matters is the potential!

That is, the direction of the wind.

Fu Lin is a child after all, although he has a stubborn heart, but when he saw such casualties, he couldn't bear it, so he nodded and said: "Since Zhu Aiqing said so, I don't object, so I will ...... today." ”

"No!" Dolgon's face was pale, he had already reacted quickly, not that his personal guards were useless, but that he had been exploited by the lancers, and the personal guards were obviously not adapted to deal with the musketeers, so this was the result of this fiasco.

"Your Majesty, the king's personal guard cavalry is still there, even if there is only one person left, this king believes that they can turn defeat into victory."

Fulin was stunned.

Everyone was stunned, what is this? Never die?

Say a good competition.

Said okay, as long as the lancers win, they will not be pursued.

It's all fart, huh?

But everyone understands in their hearts that Dolgon is right, the reason for this fiasco is not the combat strength of both sides, but the casualties can be compared to more than fifty percent, and if this comparison continues, it will not be a competition, but a battle, no, a decisive battle!

No one objected, because they did not dare.

At this time, even Zierharang, Hong Chengchou, Fan Wencheng and others did not dare to object.

At this time, opposition is tantamount to setting himself on fire, and Dorgon's emotions are obviously out of control.

When the herald on the high platform waved the herald flag, the two sides of the competition had already switched fields in one round.

This competition has completely become a life-and-death battle.

After all, the guards cavalry were veterans of the battlefield, and they quickly adjusted their strategy, that is, to change the formation, to form a column on the left and right, and launch a brazen attack on the lancers.

Yes, it works.

The man is lying on the back of the horse, and the front of the horse is very small, and even if he shoots, he will lose one or two horsemen, so that within thirty paces, the spear horse will not be able to shoot the second round.

The personal guard cavalry was confident that as long as the two armies engaged in hand-to-hand combat, even if they fought two or three, these southern barbarians would definitely not be their opponents.

The two sides quickly approached.

Thirty steps.

Sure enough, the lancers raised their guns and fired.

Sure enough, the gunshots rang out, and the first two horsemen of the personal guard cavalry landed in response.

At such a distance, the concentrated fire killed the leading cavalry of both teams.

But even a spear can't penetrate one person and cause damage to the second.

The leader of the guards cavalry in the middle of the line laughed, he raised his long knife, and shouted: "Kill all the Nanban, the prince is looking at us!" ”

These Tartars were indeed fierce, and seeing that more than half of them had been lost, but their morale did not drop but rose, and they began to disperse and begin to disperse into a horizontal formation, raising their swords and rushing towards the lancers.

However, but, unfortunately, although the lancers are not yet up to the level of firing the bow left and right, it does not prevent them from equipping the double guns.

When the cavalry on both sides approached to less than ten paces.

When the guards raised their knives and prepared to slash.

When the soldiers on both sides could clearly see the beards and blood-red eyes on each other's mouths.

The lancer raised his left hand and "tom ......".

Even if you are an untrained shooter, I'm afraid that if you fire a gun at this distance, you will be able to hit every shot, right?

What's more, it's almost two people fighting one, who can hide?

In fact, if the personal cavalry had been charging in columns, instead of trying to be strong under Dorgon's nose, they might be able to fight out half of the lancers, or even turn defeat into victory, so at least it wouldn't be too ugly.

You know, when a cavalry is charged on horseback, the likelihood of being hit is very small.

But in order to show his face in front of his master, the leader of the cavalry wanted to annihilate the lancers, so that the rider needed to stand up straight before he could raise his sword and slash, and naturally his entire body was exposed, and the target was so large that it almost did not need to be aimed.

The moment the leader of the guards cavalry lost consciousness, he muttered from his blood-soaked mouth: "Damn it...... The Nanban had two guns ....... ”

It's a pity that he has no chance of revenge.

There was silence on the high platform.

Say what?

What can be said?

What else do you dare to say?

Whether it is happiness, anger, inner ecstasy, or gnashing of teeth, in such a solemn atmosphere, it is inappropriate to show it on the face.

For a long time, Hong Chengchou said to Fu Lin in a sad tone: "I, the thirty-two warriors of the Qing Dynasty, have lost the school field for no reason today...... Woo woe! ”

Fan Wencheng said: "The victory and defeat have been completely distinguished, and the minister implores the emperor to be the master, and return Qian Qiaogong and the lancers a fair." ”

Zilharang said: "The minister wants to impeach the regent, and with his own selfish desires, he will cause innocent casualties among the thirty-two warriors, which is unbearable!" ”

Obviously, no one paid attention to or cared whether the thirty-two people on the battlefield were all dead, and if they were not, whether they should send someone to treat them.

No one cares or cares.

In their eyes, those bodies lying on the ground may be just numbers, whether they are Han or Manchu.

Dolgon turned his head angrily and glanced at Hong Chengchou, Fan Wencheng, and Zilharang, "That's the king's private soldier, what does it have to do with you?" ”

This is really true, slave soldiers, Manchu people are the same, they are Dolgon's minions, of course, once these minions are in front of the Han people, even if they are like Hong Chengchou and Fan Wencheng, they will become masters.

Even if the Manchu and Han intermarites, the boundary between the master and the slave will not disappear.

The Manchus were still slaves until four years after they entered the customs, which was at least a century behind the Ming system.

Hong Chengchou, Fan Wencheng, and Zierharang looked at each other, and they couldn't refute it.

Slave soldiers are the private property of the master, and have nothing to do with the country and the court, their life and death are equivalent to the loss of the master's property, and the law can't reach that piece, not to mention that the other party is the regent.

Faced with the silence of the three of them, Dorgon did not have a trace of pride.

He was really heartbroken, heartache for the thirty-two cavalry, following him from birth to death, from outside the pass to inside the pass, he didn't want to be lost here.

But he didn't want to treat it, because he knew that if he was hit at such a close distance, the lead bullet penetrated deep into the human body, and even if he was rescued, it would be difficult to solve the lead poison.

In that case, why bother? Then let the warriors ...... Rest in peace.

Dolgon's face became hideous, today, even in front of the emperor and the ministers, he risked the notoriety of the promise, he would destroy this cadre and others, including Shen Zhiyuan, to avenge these warriors who died in vain.

But at this time, another "huh" sound sounded.

Rao had his back to the battlefield, and Dolgon, who had murderous intentions, couldn't help but look back.