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After seeing that the Qing army headquarters sent more than 1,500 cavalry, Zhu Youlang carefully considered it and hurriedly ordered the soldiers to arrange a queue, stop chasing and rout, and wait in formation, so as to prevent the Qing cavalry from taking the opportunity to break into the infantry formation to counterattack, causing the boat to capsize in the gutter, and only let the knights of Yuan Zong's younger troops fight with them.

Although the more than 1,000 Dongjiang cavalry after the break can be called elite and have good combat power, they were affected by the rout of the main foot soldiers, and their morale was generally relatively low, and the army had no fighting spirit.

In this way, the rout of the Qing army got a precious respite, and followed the commander Geng Zhongming and Shang Kexi's escort soldiers all the way to the northern Ruan River estuary, where hundreds of large and small boats protected by thousands of remaining troops were safely on board and sailed into Dongting Lake.

A frontal decisive battle lasted for most of the day and finally ended, and the situation on the main battlefield was initially decided, but the situation in Li Dingguo's partial division was already very critical.

Because of the lack of enough archers and musketeers, resulting in insufficient long-range attack power, under the Eight Banners soldiers around the infantry formation non-stop, the field array set out by the eight thousand foot soldiers was almost scattered by the iron cavalry several times, even so, the foot soldiers still suffered heavy casualties, many were killed by arrows, and the remaining foot soldiers were almost to the limit!

Although the infantry suffered heavy casualties, fortunately, the array was still there, and there was still room for maneuver, and the worst was the Ming cavalry who fought with the main cavalry of the Eight Banners.

Originally, there was a relatively large gap in numbers, and the gap in equipment and riding skills was even greater, the two sides fought for a long time, and the Ming army was almost completely inferior, although it killed and injured a lot of Eight Banner soldiers, but its own losses were greater, and the casualty exchange ratio of the soldiers on both sides was nearly three to one! That is to say, on average, only three Ming army knights can die in exchange for the life of one Eight Banner soldiers! And as the battle situation becomes more and more unfavorable, this exchange ratio is further widening!

If it weren't for the fact that Li Dingguo and his own soldiers had been rushing to the forefront and not retreating, they might have been defeated long ago.

On the occasion of the drama battle Fang Yin, Li Dingguo was hit by an arrow in the calf. He endured the severe pain, pulled out the arrow himself, and without snorting, one of his own soldiers who was fighting after him saw it and wanted to bandage him, but he waved his hand to stop him.

He knows how to fight with full courage, and he can't show any cowardice in his life, otherwise it will easily affect the morale of the whole army, so even if he was wounded, Li Dingguo still wielded an iron spear and fought hard with the remnants.

With the passage of time, not only did the knights of other tribes suffer heavy casualties, but Li Dingguo's personal soldiers were gradually cut into pieces and killed by the Eight Banners soldiers who were proficient in horsemanship, and their numbers decreased rapidly, and Li Dingguo saw them fall down in battle one by one!

Li Dingguo is so familiar with this group of soldiers, he can not only call each person's name, or affectionately call them nicknames and nicknames, understand their skills, martial arts, specialties, shortcomings, know their miserable life experience, but also familiar with everyone's voice and smile.

They are able to talk and laugh casually even in front of him, because they have an unusual special relationship with each other, not an ordinary relationship between superiors and subordinates.

Now seeing them fall down one by one, Li Dingguo felt a sharp pain like amputating part of his limbs, compared to this sharp pain, the arrow wound on his calf was nothing!

A general law on the battlefield, when more than a thousand pro-soldiers converge into a force, it is enough to deal with ten times the enemy with them, and when they are scattered and fight separately, one person can only play the role of one person, and in the battle with the Eight Banners, most of the one-on-one endings are defeat! It's all a surge of blood that sustains them to continue fighting!

The longer the fierce battle between the two sides, the more unfavorable the situation for the Ming knights, and a large number of Ming knights were killed by the Manchurian and Mongolian Eight Banners who were proficient in cavalry warfare.

By this time, they had already understood that the war had been lost, and they had lost hope of victory, but they still fought valiantly to the end.

This is because there is a belief that supports them: if they can contain those Manmeng Eight Banner soldiers for a while, the main force of the infantry of the imperial camp will have a better chance of winning, and only if they win there, they will have a chance to live, and if they are also defeated, they will still be able to escape their lives in the end, and they will be both prosperous and lost!

These Li Dingguo's personal soldiers usually enjoy privileges that other soldiers cannot enjoy, and when they are in danger, they should do a greater duty, and would rather exchange their own lives for the lives of many comrades-in-arms.

This kind of thinking is tragic, the soldiers died in battle are all glorious deaths, and now their will is that they will die in front of General Li's eyes, so that the general can see with his own eyes that he has lived up to the general's years of training, expectation and education, and finally becomes a national martyr!

Unless the enemy rider goes around the back and gives them a cold stab, they will never allow themselves to be wounded in the back!

This is the maximum effectiveness that a feudal paternalistic soldier can play!

The tragic psychology of the pro-soldiers affected the main general Li Dingguo, who has always been very confident in the combat strength of his own troops, and he will never admit that he is a defeated when he is free! He is a proud general!

But when countless realities were indisputably placed in front of him, forcing him to painfully accept this conclusion, he not only lost the confidence to overcome, but also lost the will to continue to live, and he decided to die and die for his country!

When he was about to drum up his strength to fight again, the voice of the subordinate general Le Tongwu with a hint of grief and indignation sounded in his ears: "We are about to lose it, the general should withdraw first!" Where there is life, there is hope! ”

The two Eight Banners armor soldiers entangled Li Dingguo and attacked him left and right with tiger tooth knives.

The Huya Knife, with a total length of five and a half feet, and a sharp arc of the blade, was most suitable for slashing on horses, and was a common weapon used by Manchu cavalry.

Le Tongwu helped Li Dingguo cut down one of the Eight Banners and drove away the other, giving Li Dingguo a chance to take a breath.

Li Dingguo was still about to drive his horse to kill, Le Tongwu grabbed his horse and said, "The general should withdraw first!" I'm here to resist the enemy, so that the Tartars can't get through! ”

Facing the dazzling sunset, Li Dingguo glanced at Le Tongwu, and made a soft voice that was not in harmony with his seven-foot body and one hundred and sixty or seventy pounds, and said emotionally: "Before I set off, I had already made a military order with Your Majesty, and swore to intercept the Tartars to the death.

Now that our army has lost, how many robes have died here, and there are not many of my own soldiers left, what face do I have to go back to see Your Majesty! ”

A stream of hot tears suddenly oozed from his tiger eyes: "I might as well fight with the Tartars here, and I won't let them have a good time!" It's not a ghost to be dead!

If you are lucky enough to survive, when you go back, you will pass on my words to Your Majesty, and I will be able to live up to the Ming Dynasty! No negative Son of Heaven! ”