In the splendid palace, listening to the voice of the ministers shouting long live, Li Zicheng laughed with satisfaction.

A graceful figure, wearing a tulle delicate body looming in the hall of beauty singing and dancing, the beautiful singing voice seems to be the sound of the sky, the beauty Wan turned around and smiled, a pair of wonderful eyes of Li Zicheng and the soul.

A team of beautiful palace maids brought a plate of dishes full of color and aroma, all of which were so delicious, which made Li Zicheng, who was used to eating sorghum rice, full of praise.

Drinking fine wine, eating delicious food, watching the beauties dance, listening to the heavenly singing, at this moment, more than ten years of horse career, countless battlefield battles that have narrowly escaped death, are so worthwhile.

"Your Majesty, the Tartars are here!" One of the guards rushed into the temple and shouted loudly, and all the delicacies disappeared. Then he saw a group of samurai in bright armor rushing into the temple, swords and spears in their hands, and killing themselves.

"Huo", Li Zicheng sat up from the bed, his head covered with sweat. Nightmare, nightmare again! Since being driven out of Beijing by the Manchu Tartars, Li Zicheng has been having such nightmares.

Pick up a towel to wipe the sweat off your face, get ready to get up, the sky is already bright, and a new day begins. At this moment, Li Zicheng couldn't help but be stunned, he felt a slight tremor on the ground, and faintly heard the sound of horses' hooves coming from a distance.

There are brigades of cavalry approaching! The keen sense of smell cultivated after more than ten years of battlefield fighting allowed Li Zicheng to judge that a large group of cavalry was coming.

Li Zicheng's heart sank suddenly, and he shouted to the guards outside the tent, and he quickly put on his armor.

The guards near the big tent of the Chinese army are gathering, but the sound of fighting is getting closer and closer. The thunderous sound of horses' hooves was like thunder, and the cries and howls rang out in one piece, and suddenly they were attacked, and the whole camp was thrown into chaos.

The sky is slightly bright, it is the most fragrant time for people to sleep, and the Mantar chose to attack at this time.

Why did the Manchurian Tartars appear on the south bank of the Yangtze River, dozens of miles away from the Jiujiang River? Could it be that hundreds of thousands of Zuo Liangyu's troops in Jiujiang have surrendered to Mantar?

At this moment, Li Zicheng didn't think much about it, his heart had fallen into despair.

Because he only planned to spend one night here, the camp was not strong, and there were 70,000 or 80,000 family members in the old camp in this camp, and more than 50,000 people in the middle camp who were directly subordinate to Li Zicheng. However, the soldiers and their families were mixed together, and it was not easy to gather troops to intercept the Manchu sneak attack, because there was no time to assemble.

The sneak attack of the Manchu cavalry was swift and fierce, and the footsteps of the war horses did not stop, galloping through the camp, throwing torches onto the tents, and trampling the desperate Shun soldiers under their feet with the iron hooves of the war horses.

The 10,000 cavalry divided into ten roads and launched a swift attack on the Shun army camp, like boiling soup and melting snow, and like a sharp blade cutting into cheese.

The camp of more than 100,000 troops and their families, in front of the 10,000 Eight Banner Iron Cavalry, was like more than 100,000 sheep, and it could not stop the attack of the wolves in the slightest.

Iron hooves flew and blades swung, leaving behind burning tents, bloody corpses trampled on, and ruined camps.

Azig personally led a group of cavalry to advance into the depth of the camp, and immediately stared at Li Zicheng's personal guards who were assembling. Without saying a word, the horse rushed over.

Looking at the rushing Tartar cavalry, Li Zicheng's face was extremely pale. Although more than 2,000 people gathered in his subordinate guard battalion, most of them did not have time to step on their horses, and many of them did not even have time to get their weapons.

How could such an army block the onslaught of the Manchu Tartar cavalry?

"Your Majesty, you go quickly, I'll lead someone to block them!" Yizi Li Shuangxi said anxiously to Li Zicheng, and then raised his spear and rushed towards the attacking Mantar cavalry.

"Brothers, follow me!" Listening to Li Shuangxi's voice, the soldiers of the guard battalion followed with a bang, even if the armor was incomplete, even if they were unarmed.

Because behind him is their Majesty, even if they sacrifice their own lives, they must protect their Majesty's safety. As long as His Majesty is here, there is hope for Dashun, and their parents, wives and children can live a good life.

Under the leadership of Li Shuangxi, more than 2,000 guards rushed towards the enemy's iron hooves, even if they used their flesh and blood to block the galloping war horses.

"You let go of me!" Li Zicheng stared at the one-eyed, and shouted at Zhang Nai, who was pulling his arm, watching the familiar brothers die tragically under the iron hooves of the Mantar, Li Zicheng poured blood into his pupils.

"Your Majesty, go away, don't let the brothers die in vain!" Zhang Nai ignored Li Zicheng's struggle, and pulled Li Zicheng with several other guards to push him on horseback.

"Don't get on the horse, get on the boat by the river!" Li Zicheng commanded in a low voice, the situation is still like this, even if he goes to fight hard, it is useless. Calm down, he knew that if he fled on horseback, he would not be able to escape the pursuit of the enemy horseman. It is better to get on the boat, and the cavalry will not be able to chase into the river.

After listening to Li Zicheng's words, Zhang Nai suddenly realized and escorted Li Zicheng to the river.

The camp was originally set up on the riverbank, and it was only a hundred and ten paces from the big tent of the Chinese army to the riverside. Relying on the personal guard camp to resist the attack of the Manchu cavalry, Li Zicheng took a few personal guards to the river without danger and got on a boat.

The more than 100,000 troops of the Shun army, most of them followed Li Zicheng ashore and camped, only a small part of them spent the night on the warships anchored in the river, and most of the subordinates were northerners, who could not sleep at all on the turbulent ships, and were even more afraid of turning over and falling into the river.

And at this moment, there was also a sound of fighting in the river, hundreds of warships, driven by the green battalion soldiers who surrendered to the Qing army, went upriver to attack and kill the fleet of the Shun army, the fire flashed, countless Shun ships fell into the sea of fire, the whole river was chaotic, and all places seemed to have become battlefields.

"Row west!" Li Zicheng commanded in a deep voice, and several guards picked up the oars and rowed quickly, and the boat went west against the current.

At this time, the large battalion on the shore and the fleet in the river were all attacked by the Mantars, and they had already fallen into chaos, and the war was completely lost.

In this case, no matter how much you struggle, it is useless, it is better to escape first, and then think of retracting the rout, in order to make a comeback!

"Your Majesty, look!" After paddling a few miles to the west, the sky was already bright, and one of the guards pointed to the rear and shouted in horror, Li Zicheng suddenly looked back, and saw several enemy ships with their sails spread and were chasing after them.

"Paddle into the fork ahead!" Li Zicheng ordered without thinking.

Several guards worked together to row the boat out of the Yangtze River and rowed south into a river called the Fushui River.