Under the cloudy midwinter wax moon, under the miserable sky, the majestic Changsha City is like a giant beast, proudly at the foot of Yuelu Mountain.

Thousands of troops and horses in the city continued to pour out, and soon spread out over the vast mountainous terrain, rushing towards the unfinished camp of the Qing army. Lucketthun took the lead and led the crowd to charge, but unfortunately the huge numerical disadvantage is no longer something that can be made up for by bravery, after all, no matter how brave a warrior is, he is also made of meat, and he will bleed and die if he shoots through his body. Halfway through the rush, Luckedhun found that more than half of his Hongqi's men had died. What made him even more desperate was that the friendly forces behind him did not follow.

Luck's eyes were full of tears, his eyes were bloodshot, and he rode on his horse and scolded Wu Sangui. A feathered arrow shot through his open mouth and flew out of the back of his head. The Manchurian soldiers who were in the red flag saw Luck Dehun die in battle, and instantly fell into madness, the Manchu military law was so harsh that it was almost cruel, and the commander died in battle, and they had no way to live. The fight that saved the will to die was quickly extinguished. Because there are only a few thousand people, and the opposite side is four hundred thousand. These pioneers were quickly chopped up, and the flesh and blood of men and horses were blurred.

Wu Sangui stopped his generals from asking for battle, turned on his horse and commanded the Han soldiers of the green battalion to go up. His elite 60,000 iron horsemen were in the rear, sitting back and watching the front of him have turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood and a Shura purgatory.

If Wu Sangui stabilized his position at this time, used superior forces to go up, and withstood this wave of life-fighting offensives, and when the reinforcements from Haoge and Azig arrived, the Ming army that destroyed the city wall might not be able to win. After all, in today's Manchurian Eight Banners, no one dares to say that they can win in the field. But in this way, his descendants are bound to suffer heavy losses, and there is even a risk of annihilation.

Wu Sangui held the handle of the knife in his hand, and kept deducing in his mind, and the situation in front of him was already very clear. Hou Xuanyan, who withdrew from Jingzhou to Changsha, was looking for an opportunity to fight a decisive battle. I have to say that this is a big gamble, and Wu Sangui thinks that he doesn't have this arrogance. If you do your best, you do have a chance to make Hou Xuanyan lose and make him a joke. Blow up the walls yourself and bury the big joke of the whole army. But the consequence of doing so is that you will drown in these hundreds of thousands of madmen.

Without the elite soldiers in his hands, Wu Sangui will be completely reduced to an ordinary general, even if he has merit. Wu Sangui is sure that even if he drags the fighter plane desperately, the credit will not fall on himself who has run out of cards after victory. Azigna is Dolgon's own brother, and the Manchus did not do their best to the Han people.

Wu Sangui didn't dare to call this big gamble, so he withdrew.

The 60,000 elite cavalry, except for the 2,000 who went to Yuelu Mountain to attack the artillery camp position, the others followed Wu Sangui, bypassed Dongting Lake, and withdrew to the north.

The main generals of the three armies left their soldiers behind and left the battlefield with their descendants, which was simply a catastrophic blow. The morale of the army was like a cloud of smoke, and the green battalion of the rear army was the first to find that the Liaodong Army around them had retreated, and shouted loudly.

"The prince ran away, and the king of Pingxi ran away."

"King Pingxi fled for his life."

"The Liao soldiers fled, and the Liao soldiers fled."

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Li Benshen was covered in blood and was fighting, and when he noticed the movement of the rear army, he turned his head and looked at it, and he was suddenly angry. He held a spear in his hand, stabbed left and right, and killed many Ming soldiers. A burly man stabbed obliquely, picked up a few Qing soldiers, and killed him. Li Benshen was entangled by more than a dozen Ming soldiers and couldn't get out. It turned out that Li Haoxian saw that he had killed many people, and most of the dead were his subordinates in the fire camp, Li Haoxian shouted loudly and came to fight him.

Li Ben was affectionate and anxious, and fought with a gun, but Wu Sangui fled, which made him panic and uneasy, and gradually couldn't parry. Li Haoxian slashed down with a knife, and Li Benshen hurriedly raised his gun to block it, revealing half of his body under him. The surrounding Ming soldiers poked and stabbed in an instant, and there were a few more bloody holes in their stomachs. The spear in Li Benshen's hand no longer had any strength, and was chopped off by Li Haoxian.

Li Haoxian was blessed to the heart, and his eyes rolled and shouted loudly: "The commander of the Qing army is dead!" ”

The surrounding Flame Battalion soldiers cheered and shouted loudly after him. The Qing soldiers looked back, and sure enough, the flag of the Chinese army was gone, and listening to the deafening cheers, there was no longer a trace of fighting spirit. He turned around and fled, and those who could not escape threw away their blades on the spot and knelt on the ground to surrender. These people are like this, they are brave when the wind is down, they follow the people to burn and kill and plunder, and when the wind is against the wind, they throw away their blades and kneel on the ground.

Hou Xuanyan on the city tower looked at the battle situation under the city, ecstatic, and the smile on his face could no longer be hidden. The hand holding the city wall trembled slightly, looking left and right, and the surrounding soldiers were also happy.

Shuang'er, who was dressed in military uniforms beside him, had a cold look in his eyes, and said, "Dashuai, do you want to chase it out?" ”

Hou Xuanyan was short of breath and his face was red, like a drunk after drinking, and like a doomsday gambler who turned the tables. He turned Shuang'er's body, kissed her fiercely on the lips, and said, "Chase!" Anyone who has legs, chase after me! ”

The pro-soldier Hu Bawan looked frightened, and saw that the marshal actually kissed his own pro-soldier, although that kid had fine skin and tender meat, he was a man. Thinking of this, Hu Bawan's body trembled, for fear that his innocence would not be guaranteed, so he fled with a big knife, running down the city while shouting: "The handsome man has an order, and the long-legged ones will chase after me!" ”

The defeat was like a mountain, and the remaining Qing soldiers were all Han soldiers who surrendered, and their combat effectiveness was already low. Most of these soldiers and horses were government soldiers at the end of the Ming Dynasty, and they surrendered to Li Zicheng with the general army, and later Li Zicheng was defeated, and they surrendered to Dolgon. Now that they have surrendered again, they are already familiar with it.

At this time, Haoge and Azig had already arrived at the boundary of Changsha Prefecture, and they saw that the mountains were full of Qing soldiers fleeing north.

Azig rode forward, stretched out his hand, grabbed a fleeing Qing soldier, and shouted angrily: "What's the matter? ”

The little soldier was so angry that his eardrums hurt by his roar, and he said in horror: "The boss is dead, the boss is dead, the Ming army is crazy, run away!" ”

Azig cut him in half with a knife, and said loudly to Haoge, who was not dealing with him, "Wu Sangui is dead? ”

Hauge looked at the routs that kept coming, although he was not sure if Wu Sangui was dead, but he also knew that if he was rushed by this group of people, his formation would not be able to fight. After cutting down a few deserters, he and his own soldiers around him said: "Look at this situation, you can't stay long, let's withdraw!" ”