The fierce melee battle didn't know how much it lasted, and Ding Liehu suddenly felt that his vision became broader. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Most of the most ferocious Zhenghuang Banner armor soldiers have turned into corpses in front of the small circle formations, and most of the green battalion soldiers behind the flag soldiers have disappeared, leaving only the swords, guns and banners in one place. Only a small number of diehards remained in the originally black-pressed enemy army, and they were still dying in place. And in the distance, cheers like a tidal wave rang out in all directions.

"We won!" Ding Liehu let out a sigh of relief, and said silently in his heart, and two lines of tears couldn't help but flow out.

Win! All the soldiers around the trapped camp also realized the arrival of this moment, many of them burst into tears like Ding Liehu, and many of them let out bursts of roars, venting the depression in their hearts to the fullest.

Groups of routs poured in, announcing the complete end of the war in this direction. The fleeing Qing army did not dare to approach the circle of the trapped camp again, and when they saw the latter's military flag, they bypassed it as far away as if they were hiding from the plague. The trumpeters of the 1,000th Brigade of the Trap Camp sounded their bugles, and officers of all ranks loudly ordered the whole formation. The loud trumpets made the Qing army rout realize something, and the fear on their faces and the pace of flight for their lives increased sharply.

Suddenly, a group of men and horses on the edge of the rout crowd heading north attracted Ding Liehu's attention. The twenty or thirty men were all well-armoured, each with a horse, and one of them had a unique style of armor, and the armor and helmet still shone with a faint golden light. Although the flag was not raised, it was still very conspicuous among a group of people fleeing for their lives.

"The Tartar officer is there!" Ding Liehu roared, picked up his weapon and rushed out of the queue.

"What?! Are you looking for death?! Come back! Jiang Yidou shouted loudly behind his back. But Ding Liehu had already run a long way in just an instant.

In addition to Ding Liehu, seven or eight other bold soldiers also ran out, some from the killer team and some from the fire gun. On the way, some soldiers who had not returned to the formation for the time being joined one after another, and the pursuit team became larger and larger.

But how can a two-legged person outrun a four-legged horse, although Ding Liehu and others tried their best to catch up, the goal was still getting farther and farther. Seeing that they could no longer catch up, a rain of bullets spread over the east, and seven or eight of the twenty or thirty horsemen who fled for their lives were either shot in their mounts or themselves were hit, and they all fell off their horses. The Qing general in gold armor was also among them, but he was only shot from his mount, and although he was smashed, he still stood up slowly.

Seeing the general of the golden armor fall off his horse, the rest of the cavalry wanted to stop to respond, but the horses running at full speed were extremely inertia, and it was difficult to stop for a while, so they could only watch the distance between the two sides getting farther and farther away. A few of the cavalrymen who fell off their horses were slightly injured, and they hurriedly stepped forward to support the golden-armored general, and found a war horse that could still be ridden, wanting to protect him and get on the horse again. But this back and forth has delayed a lot of time, and in these delayed hours, the pursuers have already arrived.

"Dog Tartar! Take your life! Ding Liehu burst into a shout, and rushed forward with his weapons together with more than a dozen soldiers trapped in the camp around him.

Only one of the Qing cavalry who fell off their horses continued to help the gold-armored general on his horse, and the rest drew their weapons and shouted to meet them, but they were outnumbered, and they were all poured into a pool of blood in a blink of an eye. A leader-like cavalryman lay on the ground and watched the soldiers in the camp pass over him and towards the golden-armored general, stretched out his arms in despair, made a "ho-ho" sound from his mouth, and after a moment he did not move.

When the surrounding Qing army saw the battle here, they all shouted and bypassed, but no one came up to help. The other twenty or so horsemen beside the Jinjia Qing finally stopped their mounts in the distance, and were about to turn around to rescue, but they saw that the figure of the Jinjia general had been submerged in a figure wearing a red military uniform, and not far away, a team of more than ten Huguang Town rangers chased after him. Seeing this scene, more than ten of the Qing riders immediately turned their horses' heads and fled north, and the remaining horses stopped in place and looked at each other a few times, and then turned their horses' heads in unison and headed north.

"Fuck you!" Ding Liehu first stabbed the horse in the belly with a shot, and the injured war horse jumped wildly and threw off the gold-armored general who had just climbed on the horse. The Jin Jiaqing general also looked very fierce, and then got up and pulled out the saber at his waist. But Ding Liehu was obviously even more desperate, and before the Jin Jiaqing General could stand firmly, he stabbed him in the chest and abdomen. The fine gilt armor could not block this extremely powerful blow within a few steps, and the golden armor general roared and waved the saber in his hand after being in pain, and was about to slash at Ding Liehu's already defenseless neck. It was too late, and the Miao Dao of another soldier who was trapped in the camp next to him also swung it with a whistling, cutting off half of the arm of the Jinjia Qing General along with the saber.

"Dog Tartar! It's for my dad! For my mother! ......" Ding Liehu roared, sending the tip of the spear into the depths of the Golden Armor General's chest and abdomen, and constantly rotating it vigorously, "...... For Chen Shichang! ”

Even the hard-hit Jin Jiaqing General screamed loudly, blood gushed out of his mouth like a spring, and after struggling in vain, he finally fell to the ground with weak knees, the look in his eyes became more and more dim, and finally disappeared, and the whole person was motionless.

The sound of horses' hooves came from far and near, and Liu Jinzhong, the supervisor of the 1,000th Brigade of the trapped camp, ran over with more than a dozen supervisors on horseback, and shouted: "Which bureau are you all from?!" Dare to break out of the queue on the battlefield! Forgot about the military law regulations?! Who led the way?! ”

"I'll take the lead!" Ding Liehu stiffened his neck without fear and looked at Liu Jinzhong.

"The little rabbit cub still dares to be hard-mouthed?" Liu Jinzhong glared and was about to ask the supervisor to step forward to arrest someone, but he suddenly saw the corpse wearing gilded armor that fell at Ding Liehu's feet, and was immediately taken aback. He rolled over and dismounted, took three and two steps to the corpse, and carefully identified the shape of the armor.

After being stunned for a moment, the anger on Liu Jinzhong's face disappeared without a trace, and he laughed: "You little rabbit cubs, you can be regarded as saving your life today!" ”

......

The last reserve of the Qing army disappeared on the left flank, the middle was broken through, and Tan Tai's Daxu also disappeared. The heavily armed right flank of Huguang Town no longer had any restraint, and launched a final onslaught on the remaining front of the Qing army from the flank.

Under the fierce offensive of the right flank of Huguang Town, the remnants of the Qing army's central front collapsed like an earthen dam under the impact of a flood, and finally collapsed on the whole line, making the crowd of routs rushing to flee for their lives on the battlefield become more and more turbulent.

The trapping camp and the 2nd Cavalry Battalion on the right flank of Huguang Town quickly advanced to the northwest, cutting off the line of retreat of the Qing army in the middle, while the Gangfeng Battalion and the Huben Battalion and Yuezhou Battalion in the middle turned the line of attack to the west. The Qing army, which was in a state of semi-encirclement, broke out in a panic and rushed towards the west. On the way to escape, the spiritual Qing army trampled on each other, the cavalry slashed and killed the infantry in the way, and the infantry attacked the stalled cavalry, just to grab the horses and increase their chances of escape. In this case, the Green Battalion soldiers are no longer afraid of the flag soldiers, and the pro-soldiers are no longer guarding their respective commanders, and everyone is only fighting for their own escape routes. Under the frantic mutual slashing and trampling, the battlefield is full of corpses.

The rout of the Qing army in the middle soon filled the north of Hutou Mountain, and the route of the Qing army's right flank to the north was completely blocked. The thousands of Qing cavalry on the right flank were still surrounded by the rout, and finally they could only follow the rout to the west, until they found that they had reached the vast mountains on the west side of the battlefield, but they could not find their way into the mountains, and then continued to flee north along the foot of the mountain.

The Gangfeng, Huben, and Yuezhou battalions all rushed to the north of Hutou Mountain, and the entire front changed from a north-south confrontation to Huguang Town, which compressed the Qing army from the east in front of the mountains on the west side of the battlefield. After a long-distance pursuit, the formation of the battalions in Huguang Town also became a little chaotic, but they still maintained the basic structure. The musketeers, spearmen, and killers coordinated with each other to quickly attack the fleeing Qing army. The front line of Huguang Town was less than two miles from the foot of the mountain on the west side of the battlefield.

The black-pressed Qing army let out an earth-shattering howl of panic, and everyone wanted to escape north along this narrow passage. At this time, no one turned back to resist Huguang Town's pursuit, and the previous battle had already completely broken their psychological defense. There are very few people who run west into the mountains, not to mention whether they can find their way into the mountains, it will be dark soon, and even if they enter the mountains, they may only be able to send snacks to jackals, tigers and leopards.

The 3,000th Brigade of the 2nd Cavalry Battalion of Huguang Town appeared to the north, and they took advantage of their mobility to reach the direction where the Qing army was about to flee. But instead of directly attacking the crowd, they moved out of the way, dismounted and took down the foothills on the west side of the battlefield, and took a cannon from the back of some empty horses, and set it up on the flanks facing the crowd.

A tidal wave of routs poured in front of the 3,000th Corps, and the rows of black holes of the tigers crouched in their guns made them let out even more terrible howls of panic, desperately squeezing to the east, making the escape route even more crowded. But no one dared to rush into battle, and after losing their fighting spirit and losing their organization, they have completely turned into a plate of loose sand with an advantage in numbers.

A military horn sounded in the formation of the 3,000th Corps, and in an instant, the earth-shattering artillery roar overshadowed the screams and shouts of the nearby Qing army.

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The shouts of killing gradually subsided, and a faint smoke of gunpowder still wafted on the vast battlefield, and the sun slanting to the west paved the bloody battlefield with a faint golden light. Dense corpses of men and horses covered the ground, and some warhorses that had lost their owners were circling back and forth in place, neighing mournfully.

Pang Yue stood halfway up the mountainside at the northern foot of Hutou Mountain, looking at Hutou Village at the foot of the mountain, where the smoke of gunpowder was still floating, and his heart was full of mixed feelings. He had just come up from there, and he felt the brutality of the battle in Hutou Village. In that battle, He Luohui used more than 4,000 troops and still did not take Hutou Village. The successful holding of this important support point also ensured the realization of Huguang Town's plan to contain the main force of the Qing army's right flank. However, the price was also heavy, less than 500 people of the 1,000 troops of the Huashan Battalion who held Hutou Village survived, and Li Zhengchun, the 1,000 general officer, and the staff officer and supervisor of the 1,000 corps were all killed, and the commander of the first division finally took over the command of the 1,000 commander. And the battle here is only a microcosm of this battle, after this battle, it is estimated that it will take a lot of time for Huguang Town to fully recover.

There was a burst of footsteps next to him, and then Zhang Yunli's excited voice sounded: "Dashuai, Tan Tai was killed by the 1,000th Brigade of the trapped camp in the middle lane, He Luo will commit suicide after breaking through to no avail, and the rest of the main Tartar generals such as Yild, Dunbai, Jueshan, Zhu Mala, Ma Guozhu, Tian Xiong, etc., were either killed or committed suicide, and they all died in the chaos, and their bodies have been found." After the death of Fuerge, the main general of the left wing of the Tartars, the Han army of the Zhenglan Banner, Gushan Ezhen Bayan, took the initiative to lead the remnants to surrender to our army in Nanshan Village. He claimed to be a slave to the marshal, in order to wash away the sins of his captives in the first half of his life. ”

Pang Yue couldn't help laughing: "This guy has the style of his father back then, since this is the case, let's leave him alive for the time being."

Zhang Yunli continued: "Of the 50,000 Tartar army, a small half of the cavalry near Nanshan Village on its left flank escaped, and nearly a thousand cavalry on the middle and right flanks fled before the encirclement, and only a few hundred escaped after the encirclement was completed. The whole army is finished. ”

Pang Yue nodded, trying to calm the excitement in his heart.

Zhang Yunli's voice was a little choked: "Dashuai, the Tartars of the southern invasion have finally been wiped out in your hands!" The whole of Jiangxi is also recovered in your hands! ”

Pang Yue turned his head to look at Zhang Yunli, smiled, patted him on the shoulder and said, "All this is done by all the soldiers of Huguang Town, and it is the glory of all of us. Go and give an order to the whole army, the infantry battalions will clean up the battlefield and rescue the wounded, and the first and second cavalry battalions will be ready to set off for Jiujiang early tomorrow morning. ”

Zhang Yunli promised loudly, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and turned to leave after saluting.

Pang Yue turned around and asked the standard-bearer beside him to unfurl the military flag of Huguang Town and his own general soldier to recognize the flag. The one-foot-and-six-foot flag of the general soldier and the red-bottomed tiger talisman flag of Huguang Town fluttered high in the wind.

The soldiers under the mountain soon saw the big banner on the mountainside, and the shout of "Wansheng" gradually sounded, and tens of thousands of soldiers cheered to their heart's content against the military flag. Finally, it merged into a wave of ocean tides, echoing between heaven and earth for a long time.

Pang Yue clenched his fists, and at this moment, he finally couldn't help but burst into tears.