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"General, the Tartar chief really didn't come, how dare the villain lie to you!"

The Xinzhou general judge appointed by Yinchu knelt in front of Guo Hongma and said with a smile.

The gentry of Xinzhou behind him hurriedly testified to him, in fact, they were also waiting for His Majesty Emperor Qianlong's big ride, these guys are very cunning, after the Ming army comes, they will definitely punish some of the rebellious officials, but if it is the initiative to do it, it is estimated that it will be fine. So under the leadership of the Han Xinzhou Tongju, those local gentry hurriedly moved, and tens of thousands of young and middle-aged people swarmed up, cutting down the Zhizhou of the banner and the dozens of Mongolian soldiers stationed there. But this is still not enough insurance, after all, they have been rebelling for too long, and if they can catch Yinchu, there will definitely be no problem, so they have been waiting for the city gate to be opened, and even specially sent people to meet the holy driver.

Of course, when the holy car enters the city, as soon as the city gate is closed, what should be done inside.

However, they didn't pick up the holy car, but waited for Guo Hong, who chased and killed Yinchu, who had not yet entered Taiyuan City to get the news of Yinchu's escape, and then chased all the way over, originally expected that Yinchu would definitely enter Xinzhou, but he didn't expect to pounce, but after these people took out the heads of the chopped to death Qizhizhou and those Mongolian soldiers, Guo Hong also believed their words.

Because he was besieged by the people of Yangqu, it is not surprising that Yinchu was afraid and did not dare to enter Xinzhou.

But then it's hard to find.

"General, the Tartar chief is nothing more than to go north to Datong through those few passes, especially the nearest Ningwukou, we just need to wait for him at these passes."

The general judge continued to say with a smiling face.

"Don't bother, prepare the balloons!"

Guo Hong said to the officer beside him.

The latter immediately led several soldiers to the two huge pack horses, quickly unloaded the things on the horses' backs, and quickly assembled a small hot air balloon under the curious eyes of the people around him, and then lit a kerosene stove to inflate the balloon, and at the same time carried bundles of brown rope to tie them to the city wall and the balloon. Not long after, in the midst of a scream, an observer holding a large binoculars gradually rose into the night sky with the rise of the hot air balloon in a small hanging basket, and the brown rope below continued to rise in a circle, until the hot air balloon in the sky was only a small bright spot before all the brown ropes were released, and the hot air balloon had risen to a height of fifty zhang at this time.

It's a deep winter night, and the temperature is almost 10 degrees below zero, so to speak, dripping into ice.

It is impossible to rush overnight at such a night, and must find a place to camp, but no matter where they find to camp, it is also essential to make a fire, and the Pingchuan near Xinzhou is all plains that can not be flattened, and the width is only more than 40 miles, and it is unobstructed all around at an altitude of one hundred and fifty meters, and where the fire is the most suspicious on the ground at night is the target.

Guo Hong's method was correct, and only a few minutes later the observer fired a shot to give the signal, and then the hot air balloon was pulled down.

"Due West Mountain."

The observer said as soon as he came.

"Chase!"

Guo Hong said without hesitation.

Immediately afterwards, he led the first cavalry brigade and 4,000 cavalry all on horseback, out of Xinzhou to the direction pointed by the observer, and at the same time the hot air balloon was also tied to the two huge elephant horses, and continued to be responsible for providing guidance in the sky at a height of fifty meters.

Guo Hong's luck was good.

Just where he was going, His Majesty the poor Qianlong Emperor was wrapping his cloak tightly and huddled around a bonfire, in order to avoid revealing his whereabouts, he did not dare to walk close to the plain area of Xinzhou, but marched along the edge of the mountain as far as possible through the wooded area, and after nightfall did not dare to find a village or the like, but found a leeward valley to drill into, and made a fire ready to make do with it for the rest of the night, but he did not know that the bonfire he kept warm had become the most striking sign on the ground in the dark night.

"All cheer up, I want Emperor Taizu's thirteen pairs of armor to raise troops, don't you also fight these thousands of miles?"

He said with a frown.

It was clear that the atmosphere was bleak and he needed something uplifting.

However, the little of the wild boar skin was of no avail, and the Qing soldiers were still looking up at the sky one by one like walking corpses, and it was clear that even these soldiers basically understood that their road had come to an end. In fact, over the years, because their ancestors killed too many people, the saying that the gods sent Yang Feng to punish them has become the mainstream among the banner people, and the reason why they can still resist for so many years is mainly because they know that if they don't resist, they will die, and the hatred is too deep. But if you really want to say that there are other messy ideas, such as cleaning up the old rivers and mountains, these banner people are still following Aixin Jueluo's family, that is, they have the idea of getting by, anyway, one more day is a day, when the Ming army's bayonet stabbed into the body and pulled down.

But it is clear that this long road has finally come to an end.

"Kina, let's see you in the next life!"

Just as Yinchu said this, a soldier not far away was muttering to himself, his chin resting on the tip of his saber.

"Bastard!"

Yin Zhen shouted angrily.

But almost at the same time, the soldier jerked his head, and the Caucasian curved saber learned from the Cossacks instantly pierced him in the jaw and then into his head, and then pierced his brain, holding his head like a scaffold, and maintaining an eerie bowed posture there. If he could see thousands of miles away at this time, he might have seen the girl in the lowest courtyard in distant Nanjing, who was haunted by his dreams, kneeling at the feet of a dock coolie, spitting out something.

Of course, he is invisible.

And the companion beside him didn't have any special expression about his death, but quickly snatched his cloak and wrapped it around himself.

Yinchu looked up to the sky with grief and indignation.

But all that reciprocated him was the sound of the trees blowing in the north......

Uh, wrong.

It was actually the footsteps of a large number of Ming soldiers who dismounted and outflanked on foot.

Of course, Guo Hong would not let the sound of his subordinates' hooves scare away the prey, and the four thousand Ming cavalry all dismounted, quietly outflanking the dense forest in the dark night with a saber in one hand and a revolver in the other, like a group of cheetahs ambushing antelopes silently, and the Qing soldiers gathered around the piles of bonfires in the narrow valley were unaware, in their field of vision it was just endless darkness in the woods, of course, they were actually not interested in looking around, they were all thinking about life at this time!

Until an owl nearby was disturbed from sleeping.

The sudden strange cry made Yin Zhen subconsciously raise his head, and the saber in the hands of the Ming soldiers reflected the moonlight, and he was almost instinctively associated with steel, and His Majesty the Emperor of the Frightened Bird screamed in surprise and then took out a short gun. He was beside the fire, and the bonfire illuminated so that he could see everything clearly, and at this time, a group of Ming soldiers who were actually less than thirty meters away from him raised their guns also instinctively raised their revolvers, and then a certain soldier nervously pulled the trigger directly. The sudden sound of gunfire was the signal for the attack, and in an instant, the flames fired by countless black powder like a volcanic eruption erupted in the darkness, and the stormy bullets swept the Qing army fiercely, and almost more than half of the Qing soldiers were hit by bullets before they could draw their sabers.

In the darkness, the Ming soldiers swept away the hammer as fast as they could, followed by a second round of bullets.

Those Qing soldiers also reacted very quickly, and the moment the second round of gunfire rang out, they jumped up one by one, but many of them were still hit by dense bullets, and the rest quickly looked for hiding places, including Yinchu, who was also very lucky not to be hit by bullets, and then threw himself headlong behind a rock. But then the Ming soldiers opposite them rushed out one after another, the left hand holding the saber was like a cowboy in a western film, and the right index finger kept pulling the trigger, and the dense bullets kept spraying out from the muzzle of the gun, and those unlucky Qing soldiers were beaten so that they didn't dare to raise their heads, and then saw the Ming army come to them.

"Kill!"

Knowing that he could not be spared, Yinfu pulled out his saber, roared fiercely and rushed out directly.

Opposite him, a Ming soldier exchanged his left and right hands, and a straight-edged bayonet sword instantly reached his right hand.

The two slammed into each other head-on like a duel.

Yin Zhen roared, and the imperial treasure knife in his hand was hanging with the sound of the wind and slashing down.

The soldier of the Ming army turned to the right side with great dexterity, and the knife swept between his shoulders without a hair, and at the same time he jumped up suddenly, and the sword in his hand stabbed forward at the moment of jumping, just like when he was charging on a war horse, the whole person turned into a long thorn, and the cold light flashed in the cold air.

Yin Zhen's eyes bloomed, and at the same time, a cold feeling came from his neck.

The same feeling flashed by.

He looked down blankly, the horseman's right hand was already under his jaw, the silver gauntlet reflecting the glow of the campfire, and the force of the impact sent him tumbling down.

But by this time he had lost his sense of the body.

A bayonet sword, which was actually modeled after a British 1908-style cavalry knife, pierced the throat of His Majesty Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty, and then pierced his cervical vertebrae.

The cavalryman skillfully picked up his braids, and the bayonet sword was pulled down fiercely, the sharp blade of the sword instantly cut his neck, and as he fell, the head with the crown folded upwards at a strange angle, and the blood was pumped out of the heart like a fountain, and then the bayonet sword struck upwards again, completely severing his connection with his body.

At this time, Yinchu's eyes were still not closed, his head was carried by the cavalryman, looking at his subordinates in shaking, being drowned by the surging Ming army, watching the cold light of the saber continue to pass through the air, watching the familiar heads being cut off one by one, and watching his dream come to naught.

Then he finally closed his eyes. (To be continued.) )