The Tartar cavalry, who had been fighting for a night, were exhausted and suffered heavy losses, but they did not look at the hussars when they saw them rushing towards them. (top) (point) (novel) 23wx.com a lot of Tartars shouted and rushed towards An**.

The two cavalrymen collided together, and the Tartars fell off their horses one by one with a scream.

The Manchu cavalry was good at using axes, spears, machetes, maces and other weapons, all kinds of weapons, and the power was quite good. However, in the face of the cavalry spears of the hussars, their weapons seemed to be short, and this was the point that would kill them.

The moment the two sides collided, all the Tartars who were stabbed under the horses were screaming in pain and tossing back and forth. The companions in the back were all stupefied, and they didn't know what to do for a while.

The cavalry spears of the hussars were all disposable, and after stabbing the opponent, they immediately put it aside, took out their steel knives, and rushed to the middle of the tartars without hesitation.

The proud Eight Banners were so vulnerable, Dolgon saw it, and he suddenly remembered that in the battle of Northern Henan, it was such a cavalry equipped with spears that inflicted heavy losses on the Qing soldiers!

Dorgon immediately felt that something was wrong, but he had already sent the main force of the cavalry to Luckdhun, and he could only count on his musketers.

"Quick, formation!"

Dorgon roared, and the firecrackers changed direction in a panic, but before they could line up, the hussars had already pulled out their spare handcuffs, and with a flick of their guns, they knocked the Tartars on their backs, and there was a gap in the ranks.

"Here's your chance!"

Yue Poyu shouted loudly: "Rush! ”

He was the first to leap his horse and rush into the midst of the Tartars' firecrackers, and the horses were immensely impulsive. Knocked three or five Tartars flying. The steel knife in his hand swung up and down, and the tartars were cut in half one by one and fell to the ground.

A charge. Right in front of them, a bloody alley appeared. It was as if a wound had appeared in the skin, and the soldiers behind swarmed, and the wound grew bigger and bigger!

The biggest weakness of the infantry phalanx is this, one point is broken, and the whole line collapses. Originally, these Tartars integrated the old guards to the death. Suddenly attacked by hussars, it was a mess all at once.

The cowardly threw down his weapon and ran away. When someone fled, the formation collapsed, and the remaining Tartars were still dazed when they were stabbed by a sudden weapon. Became a ghost of unjust death.

The more the cavalry killed, the more energetic they became. Yue Poyu is even more of a fierce general, and he has set his sights on the big banner of the Chinese army!

"Dolgon, take your life!"

The soldiers fought for the lead, screaming and screaming, men shouting and neighing, and stepping on the corpses of the tartars, all rushing towards this side.

"Regent, let's go!"

Tunqi looked at the hussars who were rapidly approaching. I was so anxious that my forehead was covered with sweat.

Dorgon's heart was particularly sad at this time, and he saw it clearly. His own men and horses were only less than fifty meters away from the Daxu Banner on the opposite side. The biggest opponent is there, as long as you kill him, the world will be your own.

When victory was within reach, the form was suddenly reversed, looking at these well-trained soldiers around him, the last essence of the Eight Banners was lost like this, what hope is there in the future!

Having lost a powerful army, he Dolgon, the Qing Dynasty, what is it!

"I don't admit defeat, I'm going to kill you!"

Dorgon drew his sword from his side, and as if he had gone mad, he rushed towards the big red banner that stood proudly.

"Stop the Regent, stop it."

Tunqi shouted in horror, and his minions also swarmed up.

The sky was already completely bright, and An **, who had survived the night, quickly used the command of the hot air balloon to concentrate superior forces and constantly break through the defense line of the Qing army, and the major counteroffensive had been launched. There were screams everywhere, shouts of killing everywhere.

The battlefield of hundreds of thousands of people is simply indescribable, and anyone is as small as a drop in the ocean. Especially the Mongols, who were originally in a relationship with Dolgon. Now that the regent's defeat has been revealed, there is no need for them to die together.

Starting from Bashan, more and more Mongol tribes began to flee for their lives, running if they could, kneeling as prisoners when they couldn't, and even turning their guns to attack the Manchus.

The corruption of the battlefield has been noticed by Tunqi, and if you continue to fight, there is only one way to die!

But Dolgon was still unwilling, and Tunqi could only grit his teeth, rushed to Dolgon, and grabbed Dolgon's arm.

"You dog minion, hurry up and get out of the way of me, if you don't kill Gu Zhenhua, I will never withdraw my troops!"

Tunqi almost cried: "Regent, the Han people have a saying, stay in the green mountains without worrying about no firewood." You are the backbone of the Qing Dynasty, but you must not miss a little! ”

Just as they were tearing apart, several gunshots rang out, and Dolgon's entourage was hit one after another. One of Baylors was shot in the temple, and a splattery of brains burst out and landed on Dolgon's face.

The warm, wet object slammed into it, and the furious Dolgon suddenly calmed down, his blood-red eyes regaining color, and there was a hint of horror in his eyes. The sword in his hand stopped waving, and his hideous expression also retracted.

Seeing this scene, Tunqi hurriedly stretched out his hand, snatched Dolgon's sword, and protected Dolgon with his body.

"Master, let's go!"

Several loyal minions protected Dolgon, who fled with his men as if he had been demented.

Dolgon also fled, and his Tartars could no longer hold on, and quickly disintegrated the ice and fled. The hussars followed closely behind, opened a wide net, and chased after them with their butts.

However, Yue Poyu did not rush forward, he hurriedly turned his horse's head and went to see Gu Zhenhua, after all, the safety of the prince was more important than anything else.

Urging the horse to the front of the battlefield of the Old Guard, this small piece of land has been stained with blood. Last night, Dolgon had twice the advantage of his forces, and with the help of his cavalry, he attacked frantically.

It's really hard, not a little fancy. Almost all of the Old Guards were wounded, especially the Broadsword battalion. The loss is more than seventy percent.

The wounded soldiers supported each other, slowly got up, and walked backwards step by step. There was not a single movement in the whole process. It's like a silent movie, shocking people's hearts.

Yue Poyu led his subordinates and solemnly raised his right hand to the wounded soldiers, without their efforts, without the most elite strength of Dolgon, it was An ** who tasted the bitter fruit at this time!

Silently took a few steps forward, just as a tall back figure walked past the battlefield. The wounded soldiers are gone, and the rest are the soldiers who remain here forever.

Gu Zhenhua silently walked in front of the sacrificial brothers. Reach out and gently smooth out the frowning brow.

"Sleep in peace, we've won. There will never be more Tartars in this land! ”

As soon as he looked up, a warrior next to him was dying in the neck of the landlord Tartar, and the steel knife in his hand pierced the Tartar's lower abdomen, and the Tartar's axe also pierced his chest.

Gu Zhenhua broke the arms of the two rens. I didn't move. Flesh and blood seem to be connected.

"Jianming, go and pass on my order, record the posture of every soldier who died in battle, build a martyr's shrine here in the future, and carve the brothers in the ancestral hall, so that everyone can remember them!"

"Yes!"

When Fang Jianming agreed, tears also welled up, the old guard is the essence of An**. At least 2,000 people were killed in the battle. Everyone's heart is sad for a while.

"Lord Qiqi, just now Dolgon has fled under the protection of the rest of the party, and he thinks that he should pursue as soon as possible, lest he escape again." Yue Poyu said.

Gu Zhenhua seemed to be still immersed in the grief of losing his brother, and there was no joy on his face.

"Dolgon is already a candle on the cusp, and he can't run!"

At this moment, there was a sound of horses' hooves, and Huang Degong rushed over with a whirlwind. Far away, Huang Dequan dismounted first and hurried in front of Gu Zhenhua. Huang Degong was originally ordered to lead three brigades to march from the flanks to echo the main force, but their road was blocked, and when the battlefield was already over, he could not help but be disappointed.

"It's too late to be humble, please atone for your sins!"

"Brother Huang is not late, and he is lacking your new force." Gu Zhenhua said with a smile: "The soldiers have been fighting for too long, and they are no longer able to pursue, but Dolgon has already run away......"

Before he finished speaking, Huang Degong jumped up and said with a big grin: "Lord Wang, let's go and arrest Dolgon and pull off his head!" ”

Huang Degong shouted: "Brothers, follow me!" ”

For a while, people shouted and neighed, and Huang Degong led a brigade to chase down.

At this time, the battlefield was particularly chaotic, all of them were fleeing soldiers, all of them were ownerless horses, a pile in the east, a piece in the west, and the remnants of the Tartars were defeated everywhere.

Huang Degong knew in his heart that Dolgon could only run north, so he did not hesitate to pursue north.

At this time, Dolgon was like a lost dog, and just ran out of a short distance, he met Fan Wencheng and Ning Wan and others, and ran out for a while, and the princes of the Mongolian Horqin Department also joined in. Since the time of the old slaves, the Korqin tribe has been married to the Tartars, and the two sides are grasshoppers on a rope, and now they are also down.

"Master, there are still more than 200,000 horses outside Handan City, you can't fight together, you must not give up on yourself!" Fan Wencheng, who was a teenager in age, barely cheered up Dolgon.

Ning Wan on the side also nodded frequently: "That's right, Jiang Dongzi is so talented, and the comeback is unknown!" The number of days is still on the Qing side! ”

Listening to the words of the two great strategists, Dolgon seemed to have a little spirit, it is true that he has not completely lost everything, and there is still a little capital to toss.

"That's right, go back to Handan immediately!"

But they had not gone twenty miles before they rode from the east, and their bodies were all black and gray, similar to those of imps, and there was a carved arrow stuck in their backs.

When they reached the horse, the knight above fell to the ground.

"This, isn't this Sony?" Fan Wencheng recognized him at a glance.

Dolgon also seemed to come to his senses, and hurriedly asked, "Why are you here, Shandong, what's wrong?" ”

"Regent, the minions are incompetent, Shandong is lost, and all the food is ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Dorgon's eyes were crooked, and suddenly he opened his mouth, and blood arrows erupted.

"Heaven will die and I will die, and God will die in the Qing Dynasty!" (To be continued......)

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