Although the combat effectiveness of the Mongol iron cavalry was not comparable to that of the real Houjin warriors, they suffered heavy losses in two consecutive battles against the Tiger and Leopard Army with the white flag. Dolgon, who could no longer recruit enough warriors from the white-flag-laden tribes, had to use these Mongol cavalry as white-flagged reserves.

Especially the tens of thousands of Mongols who had survived several bloody battles in front of him, Dolgon had almost regarded them as the elite of the white flag under his own command.

Therefore, in the face of the White Flag reservists falling one after another on the way to the charge, Dolgon's first thought was that the plan of the White Flag to restore the strength and strength of the Mongol cavalry had slowly become unattainable.

However, Dolgon, who was never willing to fail, still had a glimmer of hope in his heart.

In order to keep these reserve soldiers who were about to join the white flag, Dolgon, who already knew that it was impossible for Dingbian County to be breached, shouted directly.

"Retreat, order the warriors to retreat immediately....continue the attack, it will not do anything except send them to death..."

What made Dolgon despair was that the tribal leaders standing by Dolgon's side were ready to disobey for the sake of their people's lives.

As soon as Dolgon's order was given, a murderous sound of disobedience sounded around Dolgon.

"There can be no retreat...... As long as there is the slightest hope, we will rush through the county town of Dingbian, return to Mongolia, and rescue our people from the hands of the Tiger and Par Army......"

"Yes, if we lose our people, we will become rootless and ethereal, and we will lose the meaning of living..."

"Even if you die outside Dingbian City today, this attack can't be stopped...."

This time. Dolgon's face was already due to the direct disobedience of these leaders. It becomes very gloomy.

But. Dorgon apparently underestimated the Mongols' determination to return to Mongolia.

Just as he was about to order his guards to take down these tribal leaders, one of the tribal leaders actually walked up to him.

He drew his saber and said loudly, "Lord Belle, please forgive the minions' disobedience... Not only will the minions not stop attacking, but they will also lead the remaining warriors of the tribe to continue to attack the county town of Dingbian in front of them....The reason why they do this is not only for their own people, but also for the people of the warriors under their command..."

After speaking. The leader of the tribe jumped on a war horse and rushed towards the position of his soldiers.

Under the stunned and shocked gaze of Dolgon, more than a thousand Mongols jumped directly off their horses. It's like a gust of wind, waving his weapon while rushing towards the battlefield where the battle is in full swing.

The accession of more than a thousand Mongols, although it pushed the Mongol front forward by more than ten steps.

However, in the explosion of grenades from the Haw Par Army at the head of the city, the dense offensive formation was once again blown to pieces.

In the blink of an eye, another thousand Mongols fell on the battlefield.

And that's not all. Even the 2,000 musketeers, to whom Dorgon attached great importance, were bombarded indiscriminately by mortars. also paid the price of more than half of the loss.

As for the musketeers, who were less than a thousand men left, they had completely forgotten their tasks and turned into frightened rabbits and began to scurry around the battlefield.

At this time, not only Dolgon, but also the eyes of several tribal leaders around him also turned red because of the tragic battlefield.

For the sake of the future of the white flag, Dolgon directly took advantage of the fact that these tribal leaders did not pay attention, and decisively ordered the guards to take down these people. Then, he picked up the command flag and ordered loudly.

"General Ben Beyler ordered all the attacking troops to retreat immediately, and we will withdraw to Mongolia from Jingbian County instead..."

The loss of the tribal leader, coupled with the threat of the former white-flaged elite, the leaderless Mongols could only cling to Dolgon, with Dolgon as their commander. As a result, the remaining 6,000 Mongols, although full of reluctance and suspicion of Dorgon's generals. However, in the face of force, they still had to choose obedience, turn the horse's head, and begin to withdraw their troops.

However, what Dolgon did not expect was that when he gave the order to withdraw his troops, a pair of eyes, straight through the guò monoculars, stared at him deadly.

This person was none other than He Guozhong, a staff officer of the army who commanded a musket battalion.

When he saw that the Mongols, who had suffered heavy losses, wanted to flee the battlefield again. A sneer quickly flashed away from He Guozhong's face.

Then, facing the commander of the musket battalion beside him, he asked with a murderous face: "Battalion Commander Li, have we all prepared the gifts for the Mongols and the Tartars...... ready?"

After a look full of fear flashed on the face of the commander of the musket battalion, he replied loudly: "Staff Officer He, the last general has prepared all the traps according to your general's order, and is waiting for the Mongols outside Dingbian City to throw themselves into the net. ”

He Guozhong immediately showed a satisfied smile on his face, and then continued to order: "That's good... The Mongols were about to retreat, so they immediately lit fireworks and ordered their brothers defending the various mountain passes to prepare for battle. ”

With such a large contingent of cavalry, it is necessary to leave the county seat of Dingbian as much as possible to avoid being encircled. There were only three retreat routes that Dorgon could choose from.

If he wanted to block Dolgon outside Dingbian City, what He Guozhong could do was to rely on the strength of a musket battalion in his hand to block the Mongols who wanted to flee for their lives on these three roads.

A battalion of musketeers, after being divided into three, was finally able to hold one of the roads, and there was only one musketeer team left, with more than a hundred musketeers.

More than a hundred musketeers, even if they were equipped with the Mauser rifles of later generations, could not hold back the charge of thousands of cavalry on the field battlefield. Therefore, with only the conventional fighting method, He Guozhong would never have left the Mongols outside Dingbian City with one battalion.

At this time, the large number of medium and light mortar shells carried by the artillery gave He Guozhong a very big inspiration.

The tremendous power and lethality of the flowering bomb on the battlefield have brought too much fear to the Mongols in front of them.

If these Mongols who are preparing to retreat know that they have been deployed by the Haw Par Army on the way to retreat, dozens or hundreds of mortars that can fire flowering shells, will these Mongols still dare to retreat from this road?

The answer is yes, the Mongols, who have experienced the tremendous power of the shells, absolutely do not want their bodies to be torn apart by shells, and they cannot even save a single intact corpse.

However, with a limited number of mortars, how could the Mongols feel that the artillery units of the Tiger and Leopard Army, which were in front of them, had a huge number of mortars?

He Guozhong immediately had a bold and very primitive method in his mind.

A simple catapult was used to shoot dozens or hundreds of flowering shells at the Mongols on the march at one time.

With the concerted efforts of several hundred people, the ten catapults were completed in just one hour.

According to the calculation that one catapult can throw five flowering shells at once, ten catapults are equivalent to fifty mortars ... Coupled with the original twelve gates, He Guozhong is confident that a round of fifty or sixty flowering bombs can definitely scare off the Mongolian army.

In this case, he could defend himself on two of the more difficult mountain roads, relying on catapults and mortars, with only a small number of musketeers.

As for the main force of the musket battalion, they were assembled on the last official road most suitable for the attack to hold back the Mongols.

Under the gaze of you He Guozhong, it only took half an hour for more than 6,000 Mongols to complete the assembly and begin to retreat.

Perhaps in order to speed up the retreat and leave Dingbian County early, the Mongols, who numbered more than 6,000 people, were directly divided into three by Dolgon and retreated separately from the three official roads.

As for Dolgon, he personally commanded a thousand Mongol cavalry with white flags, a thousand musketeers, and less than a thousand men, and retreated from the official road that He Guozhong personally held.

The remaining 3,000 or so Mongols were divided into two and retreated from two mountain routes.

One of the closest mountain roads to the battlefield. A platoon of musketeers, two platoons of mortar gunners, were crouching on a mountain beam, quietly waiting for the Mongols to bring them.

In front of these Haw Par soldiers, six medium mortars and five trebuchets have all been erected.

As for the flowering shells that He Guozhong had high hopes for, they were piled up around mortars and trebuchets one by one.

As the Mongol cavalry slowly walked up the mountain road, they had to slow down their horses in the face of the rugged mountain road. Under such circumstances, more than 1,000 Mongols lined up all the way began to slowly gather together.

At this time, the Mongols, who were at the forefront, had approached less than 200 paces from the artillery position of the Tiger and Par Army.

Although they had entered the optimal range of six medium mortars, the gunners did not open fire.

They were waiting, waiting for the Mongols on the mountain road to come into range of the catapults. That's the only way. The Tiger and Par Army guarding the mountain beams was able to give the Mongols the illusion that they had dozens of mortars......

One hundred and fifty steps...... One hundred and twenty steps....one hundred steps... Eighty steps......

The soldiers of the Tiger and Leopard Army on the mountain beam can already clearly see the faces of the Mongols. A loud shout finally sounded on the battlefield.

"Fire..."

Hearing the order, five mortar gunners, quickly ignited the fire rope that protruded from the tail of the barrel.

The gunner who controls the catapult uses a fire breaker to directly ignite the fire rope used to detonate the flowering bullet at the tail of the flowering bullet. Then, with a sharp pull on the catapult arm, he threw five flowering bullets from the basket.

At the same time, six slightly muffled mortar fires also sounded on the battlefield.

In an instant, directly above the artillery position, thirty-one flowering shells emitting white smoke appeared.

After drawing a beautiful arc in the air, with a whistling sound, it smashed at the Mongols who were already close at hand.

The shrill whistling of flowering bombs across the sky was all too familiar to the devastated Mongols.

So, as soon as the whistling sound reached their ears, the Mongols had a frightened expression on their faces. (To be continued......)