The charge of the Mongolian cavalry was slightly frustrated, and Seng Lingqin gathered his soldiers and horses to prepare for the next charge, but suddenly felt a little cold behind him, and the sound of fighting in the direction of Shengbao's headquarters was almost gone. Monk Lingqin looked back, and his heart immediately sank to the bottom. Shengbao is gone, Ruilin's department has been shattered, and the banners of the two have disappeared, and only some stragglers are still fighting with their blood.

"Withdraw your troops! Go to Bali Bridge! When Monk Greenqin said these words, his voice was already very hoarse.

"Lord Wang, just rush again...... It's a shame to withdraw! "Although the battle was difficult, the generals could still see the hope of defeating the enemy, and now the withdrawal of troops will be in vain.

"Gather the men and go! Shengbao and Ruilin are all finished, and the two wings of our army have been taken by foreign devils, and if you don't take the back road, it will be broken! Monk Lingqin said depressedly.

"Huh!" The generals looked at the overall situation of the battlefield, and they were speechless, and if they didn't leave, they would be surrounded and killed, and they would not be able to retreat.

On the way to move the division, Monk Lingqin kept bowing his head and saying nothing, how did the situation come to this point! It's only been more than an hour since the war started, why did the two armies of Shengbao and Ruilin disappear? Twenty thousand! Even if it is 20,000 pigs, the coalition forces will catch and bleed one by one, and they will not be able to finish it in two hours! Now that there are only more than 10,000 people left, how will the battle be fought? Bali Bridge is the last gateway of the Beijing Division, and it is the gate of the capital to walk twenty miles, is it really necessary to let the foreign devil soldiers come to the city! How should I face Emperor Xianfeng, and how will I see Emperor Daoguang under Jiuquan in the future.

"You have set up my handsome banner at the head of the bridge, and this king will not go anywhere today!" The monk Grinqin stationed at the bridgehead of Mabali raised his head sharply and ordered Goshha to defend the bridgehead, he would not go anywhere today. Monk Grinqin didn't know how to deal with the current situation, but he was a soldier, and he would repay the country with his death.

"Huh!" Monk Greenqin's personal guards hurriedly agreed, and began to sort out the shabby defense line destroyed by artillery fire, making final preparations.

"Lord Wang, a team of foreign devils, occupy Yu Jiawei!" The Monk Grinqin's cronies will bring back even greater bad news.

The British occupied Yu Jiawei and blocked the passage for the westward movement of the main force of Seng Lingqin, and the headquarters of Seng Lingqin was already surrounded by coalition forces from three directions. As long as the British army continued to move northward, it could completely surround the more than 10,000 Mongol cavalry of Seng Lingqin.

"Alas! Heaven is going to kill me! Cease! Cease! Cease! Today, I will die with all the kings to repay the country's kindness! Monk Lingqin looked up to the sky and sighed, and angrily pulled out his waist knife.

"Lord, no! You are the backbone of our Mongols! The identity is precious, but you can't fight with foreign devils! The cronies around him swarmed up and hugged Monk Greenqin.

"How can I have a leisurely mouth for the world, how can I see the first emperor under the nine springs!" Monk Grinqin wept bitterly.

"Lord Wang, Mongolia can't live without you, you have to think about our Mongolian people! Even if this Bali Bridge can't be defended, we can still retreat to Jingshi, if you are not there, this situation will be even more out of control! Without you, how can the capital be defended! The generals wept and pleaded.

The thoughts of Seng Greenqin's subordinates are related to Seng Greenqin's special status and the national policy of the Qing Dynasty. When the Qing Dynasty was founded, the population of Manchuria was very sparse, let alone entering the Central Plains, and it was only a matter of time before it was encircled and exterminated by the Ming Dynasty. Therefore, the rulers of the Qing Dynasty at that time urgently needed foreign aid, and they first looked for the Han people outside the Guan, but the Ming Dynasty was a Han country, and the Nurhachi era was a bandit style, so the Han people were not effective. Then the Qing Dynasty set its sights on Mongolia, and after many artillery fires on the battlefield, as well as artillery fire on the kang (and relatives), Mongolia was finally subdued. However, Mongolia was subjugated because Mongolia was divided, and Mongolia was still strong in terms of overall strength, so the Qing Dynasty treated Mongolia very favorably, and even said that Manchu and Mongolia were one. It is an exaggeration to say that the Mongol princes enjoyed great autonomy within their own domains, and it is an exaggeration to be considered semi-independent, but it is true that all of them were Turkish emperors.

Monk Lingqin was the king of the Mongolian Korqin Zasakdoro County, and the Mongolian cavalry under his command was mainly cobbled together by the Mongol princes, rather than the Eight Banners series of Zhenggen. These soldiers were the private property of the princes, and if it weren't for the Mongol prince Monk Lingqin, ordinary officials would not be able to command them at all. Monk Grinqin had a high status in Mongolia, was a hero admired by everyone, and only he could become the link between the Mongolian cavalry and the Qing court.

It is precisely because of this special attribute that the complexity of the status of the monk is determined. These Mongolian armies are the foundation of his life, and they are the soldiers of his Mongolian hometown, just as the Hunan army is the foundation of Zeng Guofan's life and his own soldiers. Without the Mongolian cavalry, Monk Grinqin and even the whole of Mongolia would have no weight in speaking in the court. Power is obtained from the barrel of a gun, and no one has no status without a gun, and everyone understands this truth.

The so-called Yoyo mouth actually depends on strength. The Mongolian cavalry was there, and the crows could not hurt Seng Lingqin even if they quarreled in the sky. After all, the Qing Dynasty could not do without the Mongolian cavalry, and this family business had to rely on the help of the Mongolian cavalry to defend it! But if there is no Mongolian cavalry, it will be different, a seven-grade imperial history, a few hundred words of folding, can overturn the monk Grinqin.

The generals have feelings for Seng Lingqin, and they don't want to look at him impulsively, and they all have their own little Jiujiu. They are all Mongolians, and after more than 200 years of the Qing Dynasty, Mongolia is no longer inseparable from the imperial court, and they have to keep Mongolia's right to speak in the imperial court. At the same time, Monk Gelinqin is desperate, they all have to accompany them, it is likely to kill all these cavalry, this is not just a matter of the princes having no right to speak. These cavalrymen are the warriors of the tribe, and they are the strongest herdsmen, without them, the tribe will suddenly have no strong labor, the tribe will have to starve, and a white plague can destroy countless small tribes. So no matter what, they had to stop the monk Grinqin.

And there is also one of the most critical questions, Monk Lingqin is relieved by death, what should be done in the capital. Looking at the Qing Dynasty and the opposition, if there is no monk Greenqin, who else can command the defense of the capital. If such a person can really be found, Monk Lingqin will not have to die all the way from Tianjin to Tongzhou. Put the capital in the hands of Shengbao and Ruilin, it is better to open the city and surrender directly! At the very least, there will be fewer deaths.

"O Emperor! Slaves are worthy of your trust! Monk Lingqin sat down on the ground in a dejected manner, he was really in a dilemma, and he only cried except to cry.

"You hold the prince's handsome banner, and the cavalry of Chahar's department will be left behind! The others escorted the prince back to Beijing! "Everyone knows that Monk Gling will not personally give the order to retreat when he dies. Therefore, the general saw that the monk Greenqin's momentum was weak, and immediately issued an order to retreat in his place.

A tall Goshha silently walked up to Monk Greenqin and kowtowed to Monk Greenqin three times. Then without saying a word, he turned around and took the handsome banner of Seng Lingqin, and looked at the enemy with resolute eyes.

"Ahh Monk Greenqin beat his chest and cried.

When the generals saw Monk Greenqin like this, they couldn't ride a horse, so they could only get him a mule cart that used to pull a cannon to sit on. Thousands of elite descendants gathered and escorted Seng Lingqin to retreat in the direction of Beijing. The 5,000 Chahar cavalry and the personal guards of the monk Grinqin were determined to die and prepared for the final moment.

The British cavalry brigade appeared on the battlefield, and the Sikh cavalry rode tall Arabian horses and held spears decorated with brightly colored tassels, and a standard European spear parade assault began. British cuirassiers from the Queen's Guards Dragoons, armed with pistols, carbines and sabers, also charged at the same time. On the battlefield shrouded in gray smoke raised by the horse's hooves, only the rumbling sound of horses' hooves remained between heaven and earth, and the Chahar cavalry, worthy of their ancestors, launched a counter-charge against the enemy like a wave.

However, in the confrontation, they were quickly defeated, as the coalition cavalry had a clear advantage in training, organization and discipline. Firing pistols, spears, and sabers in close combat also had an advantage over the short arquebuses, weak bows, and sabers of the Mongol cavalry. The weak bow of the Chahar cavalry was simply unable to stabilize the position and shoot back the coalition cavalry. When the coalition army rushed closer, the British firing pistols and Sikh spears were beyond the sabre of the Mongol cavalry.

The Mongol cavalry, wounded on the battlefield, once captured, the Sikhs did not immediately kill him. And they have to cut off their limbs little by little, cut off their ears and noses, and torture them to the fullest before they are beheaded. And if the Mongols catch the Sikhs, they will also have their eyes gouged out and their bodies cut into pieces* to vent their anger. But on the whole, there were still more Mongols who died tragically, and much more, because the Mongols were defeated.

The final assault of the coalition forces began, and the British cavalry, under the cover of artillery, began to assault in a cavalry formation, followed by the French infantry bayonet formation. There are still thousands of Qing troops on the position of Bali Bridge, there are Mongolian cavalry who have just retreated, there are also the enthusiastic training of the Ruilin Department, and of course, there are also some lost green battalions. Lian Yong is neither the Eight Banners Army nor the Green Battalion Army, they are not the regular national armed forces, nor are they different from the strong local armed forces of the Hunan Army, they are militia under the armor protection system. Most of them had little training, just peasant soldiers who were temporarily conscripted during wartime. A very small number of the warriors were armed with muskets, and most had only some inferior cold weapons. They, though outnumbered, were simply unable to resist the assault of a standard European-style cavalry platoon spear in the event of a head-on explosion of artillery shells. When the tall Arabian horses rushed into the array, the Lian Yong, who had lost their command, collapsed, although they had a lot of blood, but the angry youth and the warrior were two different concepts. The battle soon turned into a massacre, and the scattered Lian Yong disrupted the last of the Chahar cavalry, and the defeat was already overwhelming.

At the head of the Bali Bridge, the particularly tall Goshha still held high the handsome banner of Prince Korqin, as unwavering as Mount Tai. When the battle had been irretrievably lost, the main force of Monk Lingqin had gone away, and the rout was scattering and fleeing. But this tall standard-bearer was still there to convey the prince's final order, and the whole army fought to the death.

"Ahh What a hero! I wish I hadn't beaten him. Why didn't the hell leave with the others? Get him out of here! The guards around Shuai Qi had also begun to retreat, but the chess players were still standing firmly, and even the commander of the French army, General Montauban, couldn't help but admire.

Several French soldiers rushed forward in an attempt to capture the tower-hardened man. But at this time, the explosion sounded, and the artillery shells of the coalition forces were once again poured on the stone bridge of the Bali Bridge, and the 12th Artillery Corps of the coalition army set up cannons to fire at the bridge deck. The sound of the marble on the railing of the bridge was shattered, and the arm of the tall standard-bearer flew into the sky with the handsome flag.