"Scattering tigers! He doesn't take you to attack the back mountain, what are you doing here! Geldan said strangely, looking at the group of people in front of him with curiosity, that guy is not a person who can be feared, Geldan didn't believe that he would be a deserter, he looked at the team, but he didn't find him?

"He was killed by the resurrected Ming army," the man said tremblingly, he had already begun to say incoherently, "Those Ming soldiers are afraid of coming out of the pile of corpses, they can't kill, they can't kill, they can't kill them, they lose their legs and crawl with their upper bodies, even if they cut off their limbs, they still use their teeth to bite the warriors of Mobei, they can still be resurrected from the pile of corpses after they die, resurrected, they can't kill at all, he is a devil who was resurrected from the Santu River in hell, Great Khan, we can't fight with a group of devils!" He fell to his knees and began to weep.

"Resurrection" Geldan felt dizzy and understood, the event created by the super strong will to fight, was regarded as a resurrection in front of this group of troops who had been beaten by the Ming army and were about to collapse, maybe the resurrection was just an excuse for this group of warriors to flee, they didn't want others to know that they had fled because of fear, he looked around and shook his head, it's over, the morale of Mobei Mongolia has collapsed, and the knights around quickly spread the news that the Ming army on the opposite side can be resurrected.

Geldan had an inexplicable meaning on his face, the countless generals of the Dzungar tribes around him had their faces frightened, and some had already believed the rumors of the resurrection of the Ming army, and this iron-clad army in front of them did give them a battle example of fear from the heart, such as a Ming soldier who had just grabbed his legs, and he still fought endlessly despite the fact that his legs were broken, how could they do it.

Do you keep fighting? Looking at the hillside, they have completely lost the courage to fight at this moment, he has failed, and his morale is gone, and he said, "Think about it, sons, if we go back, we will stay away from Mobei and continue to the north, and go to a farther place to survive" He said so, he had a hunch that this Ming army would definitely rise, the seeds of 3,000 people today, 30,000 in the future, 330,000, so since you don't want to be destroyed, naturally according to the old methods of the nomads, hide! Hide north into the vast snowfield, Xianbeilia, where the Xianbei people once lived.

"I heard that a group of red-haired ghosts are here! Can we fight them when we go and fight them? The captains on the side were all curious, and they were at a loss with doubts in their hearts, why did they not live in Mobei and go to the north.

"If this battle is lost, does the Qing army still have a play?" Geldan shook his head, Xiao Linghe still has more than 50,000 Qingzhou troops as terrifying as this army, can the Qing army win? No matter who wins, he will be purged and said, "Run!" The Central Plains Dynasty can't tolerate our group of barbarians, and Huang Taiji can't tolerate us wolves in Mobei. Go further north! Build a new Dzungaria! ”

The nearby commanders shook their heads, and further north were countless nomads, or fishing and hunting peoples of the same clan as the Mongols, and some people shook their heads and said, "Those red hairs are very powerful, I'm afraid it will be thankless where we go!" There is also a turf competition with the red hair. ”

"Red hair? Haha" Dzungar laughed and said, "Don't laugh, a bunch of red hairs? No matter how powerful they are, can they be more powerful than the Ming army on the mountain? No matter how powerful the red hair is, can he still fight with one breath left! Can any of you tell me! If you can't go to Mobei with Ben Da Khan, Xiaolinghe still has 50,000 troops like the Ming army on the mountain, do you want to face them? Facing the devil in your mouth? There was a kind of retreat on his handsome face.

The elders of the Geldan tribe wrinkled around, and the general stopped talking and fell silent, staying away from the Mobei grassland is not a big deal for this group of nomads, just going to a place further north, they? It's hard to accept this kind of thing, Geldan said: "When the time comes, continue to see, if the situation in the south changes, we will come back." Geldan said that if the Qing army and the Ming army were both defeated, he would not mind taking the Hetao grassland by the way.

All the elders and generals reacted, yes, no matter how terrifying it is, can it be more terrifying than the Ming army on the hillside? What can I do? Could it be that you stay here to face Xiao Linghe's 50,000 Ming troops like this? They gave up this plan, it was impossible, and if they faced the 50,000 Ming army again, would they all want to die somewhere.

The Mobei cavalry retreated, Li Yi's body sat directly on the ground as if it had been hollowed out, the ground was very viscous and full of blood, and he couldn't care about his clothes, gasping for breath, and said, "Come on, go and report to the son of Xiaolinghe that the Mobei cavalry has retreated."

"Do you need any tokens" The soldier said, so he said directly, will others believe it, Li Yidao "A person has just died in Houshan, it is estimated that he is a famous figure in Mobei Mongolia, you put someone else's head on it!" ”

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"It's the second day, I think Beacon Mountain has been lost" Wu Sangui paced in the big tent the sooner he walked, the safer it was, if he didn't have food and grass, he would lose all the time, how did he want to continue to stay here, the most anxious Hong Chengchou The strategy of a quick decisive battle with the Qing army was not implemented, he felt like an idiot waiting in this big tent for three days.

"Generals, don't worry," Xiao Chuan said with a smile, the troops he rescued were not sent, and he didn't feel that he couldn't hold Beacon Mountain with 11,000 people, unless Geldan didn't want to make his Dzungar strong and prepared to let Mobei Mongolia be annexed, but is this possible? Does this warrior on the grassland really have this swollen power? Xiao Chuan didn't think so, so just wait, and the grain delivery team would follow at that time.

"But that's 70,000 Mobei Mongolian cavalry" Wu Sangui shook his head and smiled bitterly, thinking that this guy had won too many battles, and he would be captured in two hours at most, and the 70,000 cavalry would fight a hill with only 11,000 people garrisoned, or a gentle slope, and firearms could not be used, especially since these troops were not his regular soldiers, none of them were in his battle sequence, and there were 3,000 Western barbarians.

In this way, Qin Xiaochuan still wants to be able to hold on to this mountain, he shook his head, he just wants to watch things quickly, and it is really a waste of his time.

Where the prince sat firmly was the most embarrassing, at the beginning he swore that he would not sneak attack Beacon Hill if he lost, and the words of the spies in Dongchang, he was simply teased like a clown, how he was not angry, how not to be angry, looked at the big tent, shook his head and didn't speak, he just wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into.

Xiao Chuan stood indifferently, Cao Bianjiao snorted and did not speak, quite unhappy, he was going to fight to the death with the Qing army, but he was suppressed by Xiao Chuan at the moment, and said, "Hey, let's think about how to withdraw the army" He said this, and everyone looked over, and the room was full of depressing atmosphere.

The curtain that brushed ———— the big tent was lifted heavily, and there was a heavy sound of falling to the ground at random.