A quarter of an hour later, Azig saw from a distance the army with a clean appearance and a clear white flag.

At the front of the army, a young man was surrounded by the generals of the white flag, and on either side of them were the elite white armor of the white flag.

Azigetse immediately stepped forward and shouted, "Fourteenth brother! You're here! ”

The man whom Azig called the fourteenth brother was none other than Dorgon, the prince of Heshuorui, the lord of the White Banner, who was made Heshuo Ezhen by the old slave Nurhachi at the age of eight, and discussed state affairs with the Eight Great Beylers, and was in charge of the army of fifteen Niulu.

Now that Dolgon is twenty-four years old, he has already become the second most powerful person in the Manchu Qing Dynasty, seemingly young but extremely mature and stable.

"Brother Twelve, welcome back victorious!" Dolgon looked at his own brother and smiled.

Azig looked at the fourteenth brother who didn't know the situation yet, and said with some nervousness in his heart: "Fourteenth brother, seventh brother...... Seventh brother, he was killed by a barbarian! ”

"What? Seventh Brother died in battle? Dorgon was surprised, and a look of grief appeared on his face.

Seeing that Dolgon suddenly became quiet and terrifying, the generals around him stepped forward to comfort him, and Dolgon waved his hand, listening to the report of Azig and the others on this battle with an expressionless face.

Azig talked about the entry into the customs, especially from Shunyi to Miyun, and then from Xincheng to the day before yesterday, and killed a brave guard battalion in the air, as well as a few Beijing battalions of men and horses, which were very strong, and each banner suffered heavy casualties under its army.

"A prince of the Ming Kingdom with a few barbarian armies scared you so much that you didn't dare to fight, leaving all your wealth and fleeing?" Dolgon's eyes widened, staring at Azig and said coldly.

Seeing him reproach, Azig also got angry and said, "What can I do?" My warriors of the Qing Dynasty died so many in his hands, don't I also think about the two white flags of our brothers? Why do you blame me? ”

"Brother Twelve, don't say anything else, you actually left the team and took the lead out of the customs by yourself! Do you know what the consequences will be? Dorgon was furious, and at the same time disappointed in his own brother.

Azig is simple-minded, has no political acumen at all, and does things in a mess, which makes people angry, originally the lord of a banner, was wiped out by Huang Taiji, and this time he actually did such a stupid thing again, not only lost the spoils of war, but even the seventh brother Abatai was killed in battle, and Dolgon couldn't wait to whip him a few times to make him smarter.

The generals of the white flag stepped forward to dissuade them, asking their brothers not to hurt the harmony, but the two of them tilted their heads to the side angrily.

At this time, Zhu Cihong led the cavalry army to chase all the way to the outside of the pass, and saw another group of men and horses coming on the opposite side, and he was a little surprised, he only had these 8,000 cavalry around him now, and the musketeers and Tianxiong army had not caught up, so he did not dare to rashly attack.

The Ming army had nearly 10,000 cavalry, and the black pressure was unsightly, so that the Qing army did not know how many people were behind it, and they did not dare to attack rashly, so the two sides confronted each other outside the pass.

"It's the prince of the Ming Kingdom!" When a Tartar general beside Azig saw the dragon flag fluttering in the Ming army, he couldn't help but be horrified.

Azig and the other Qing soldiers who had just left the customs were already frightened, if it weren't for Dolgon and thousands of elite white flags, it is estimated that they would have started to run away long ago.

Seeing that Azig and the other generals were frightened like this, Dolgon was even more annoyed in his heart, and he waved to a Tartar general beside him and asked him to come forward to deliver a message.

A Qing general on the opposite side rode a horse and ran dozens of steps forward and said, "Is the prince of the Ming Kingdom on the other side?" The master of my family is the owner of the Great Qing Righteous White Flag, and the Prince of Shuorui, Dorgon, wants to talk to you! ”

"Dolgon?" Zhu Cihong didn't expect to meet this person here, although he had heard of Dorgon's name, but he was not interested in this person who even had a sister-in-law.

Zhu Cihong glanced at Dolgon in the military formation opposite, and did not answer the words of the Qing general opposite, but said to Zhao Jinglin beside him: "Are you sure to kill that prince of Tartar with cool armor?" ”

"Prince?" Zhao Jinglin was taken aback when he heard this, he looked at Dolgon in the distance, his eyes became longing, and he was eager to try: "Let the lowly post try!" ”

Zhao Jinglin took off the rifled gun hanging on his body, began to load the bullets, and after preparing everything, he rode his horse behind a cavalryman, found the position of the black gun, tilted his head and began to aim at Dolgon.

Zhao Jinglin took two deep breaths, stared at the No. 2 Tartar figure in front of him, and slowly pulled the trigger.

Hearing only a snap, one of Dolgon's side fell down, and the generals and guards around him were startled, and hurriedly protected Dolgon.

Dolgon didn't panic at all, but frowned slightly, a little surprised by the shamelessness of the Ming army, and at the same time he didn't understand why the Ming army's guns could hit so far, which was a distance of two hundred steps.

Chased by the Ming army all the way, the Zhenglan Banner Gushan Ezhen Ashan said: "Prince Rui, the Ming army's fire gun is far away and poisonous, and Elu and Rao Yu Beile died under their sneak attack, please be careful!" ”

Dolgon's eyelids jumped, his face was very ugly, he glanced at the Ming army, snorted lightly, and said coldly: "Collect the troops!" ”

Seeing the withdrawal of the Qing army, there was a burst of cheers among the cavalry of the Ming army, and Zhu Cihong sighed: "Alas, it's a pity! ”

Zhao Jinglin lowered his head, feeling guilty in his heart, and at the same time secretly hated, he didn't grasp such a good opportunity, it was really .......

Huang Degong said in a loud voice: "Your Highness, there are still some people and materials that have been transported out of the customs by the Tartars, should we continue to pursue?" ”

Zhu Cihong was also thinking about whether to wait for the army to arrive together to fight out of the pass, save the people first, and then grab a wave of Tartar things.

Sun Yingyuan immediately stopped: "Your Highness, you can't pursue it, now in the territory of Tartar, our army is chasing too fiercely, and the logistics grain and grass can't keep up, even if it is from Qian'an, it will take a few days to replenish locally, and it can't be guaranteed at all." ”

Huang Degong shouted: "Then we will learn from the Tartars, raise the war with war, and grab wherever we fight!" ”

Sun Yingyuan retorted: "This land was my Ming land not long ago, and my Ming will definitely recover it in the future, I can't do it with the despicable means of the Tartars, and I don't think Your Highness can do it either!" ”

Huang Degong was refuted by him and had nothing to say, in terms of cultural level, Sun Yingyuan threw Huang Degong nine streets, and in terms of reasoning, he threw him eighteen streets.

Huang Degong did not raise a bar with Sun Yingyuan, he recognized reason or not, as long as it was beneficial to the country and the people, he could accept it.

After being silent for a while, Zhu Cihong finally spoke: "Order, withdraw the army!" ”

Even if a few battalions of men and horses can recover some land outside the border, what about after recovery? How to keep?

Not to mention that the temporary strength of the Ming Dynasty cannot hold this land, even if a few battalions of men and horses recover, they will lose a lot, after all, outside the pass, the Tartars have artillery, but the Yongwei battalion does not.

Zhu Cihong looked at this land from afar, his eyes became sharper and sharper, and he said loudly: "One day, the Lone Club will lead the army to re-enter the customs and personally retrieve the splendid rivers and mountains that belong to my Ming Dynasty!" ”