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No matter how boiling the battlefield is, it can't warm Feng Qin's heart, if Zuo Ruo is the heavenly fire of passion, he is the cold sea.

No matter how important the battle was, he would use the least effort to win it.

He rode on a tall horse, and the contrast between his sturdy horse and his small body was comical, but no one dared to laugh at him. Hangzhou defended the city for two and a half months, which forged his prestige in the army, and even Chen Zilong had to be polite when he saw him.

The reason why Feng Qin chose such a war horse is very simple, because on a higher horse, he can see farther, and the clairvoyant mirror is his favorite, and he has an unobstructed view of the battlefield for dozens of miles.

"The Chinese army leaned to the left, supported Li Zhi'an's troops, and ordered it to block the rescue of the Qing prisoners to the artillery position!"

"The three thousand men and gunners of the right army will lead the artillery positions and recruit surrenderers!"

He had no doubt that a strong attack could also defeat the Qing captives, but why bother to lose soldiers here for nothing.

Therefore, he planned to use elite cavalry to raid, seize the artillery positions of the Qing captives, and then use the sharp weapons of the Qing captives to overturn the fortified camps.

The reason why the Chinese army is in a stalemate is because he simply did not attack with all his strength.

The war had progressed as smoothly as he had imagined. Maybe the Qinglu was defenseless, or maybe the Qinglu was already tired, at least in Feng Qin's opinion, these Jurchens were no longer the Jurchens they met in the grassland back then. The cavalry raided the defensive camp in front of the protective artillery camp, and the Jurchens were overwhelmed, and these people were no different from the Han people on the battlefield.

"Boom!"

The first cannon rang out, and a fist-sized iron ball blasted into the Qing Chinese army, smashing over two tents, which had no strong walls to defend against.

Xiao Zhiyan's gaze moved with the iron ball until it was hidden by the night, and finally reappeared in the torch-lit camp. "Well played!" He licked his lips and savored for a moment, then immediately turned around and shouted, "Hurry up!" "That's not enough.

The sound of fighting at the foot of the mountain is getting closer and closer, and it can be seen from the movement of the battlefield torches that this dirt slope has become the focus of the battlefield.

"Boom!" Another cannon shot.

The iron ball fell thirty paces away from Duoduo, and the two armorers holding the banner were smashed, and the soldiers around them showed fear as they witnessed the scene of their comrades breaking their bones. It's been a year since they left home, from the joy of the first capture of Jiangnan, and then a hot summer wiped out all their ****. But they still couldn't go back, and touched the hard stone wall with their fragile heads under the city of Hangzhou.

In the eyes of the Han people, Jiangnan is a paradise, but the paradise of the Jurchens is in the white mountains and black waters.

The sound of artillery became more and more frequent, mixed with shouts all over the mountains: "Han people, surrender and don't kill!" ”

Yes, only the Han people surrendered without killing, and every Jurchen here committed a heinous crime in Jiangnan. For the sake of those Jiangnan people who died under the shaving order, Zhai Zhe could not forgive them.

Li Zhi'an led his army to break into the barracks on the right and deflected backwards, flanking the Jurchen reinforcements who wanted to recapture the artillery position with Chefeng's cavalry. Then, according to the pre-arrangement, he stood at the foot of the hillside, and made a firm posture with pikemen and gunmen.

When Xiao Zhiyan was in a hurry, 3,000 foot soldiers galloped from the Chinese army to the top of the mountain, followed by a large number of strong men.

Hundreds of men lifted the largest cannon, and the gunners walked like flying, directing the people to arrange their positions.

Xiao Zhiyan hurriedly handed over the captured gunners, led the cavalry to the bottom of the mountain, and gathered with the cavalry of Chefeng. The horses were spewing hot air, and the cavalry dismounted and gently caressed their closest companions, who were resting in the gap between the battles, waiting for the Qinglu army to collapse in the shelling.

Overhead, more and more iron balls were like brilliant fireworks, dragging a little fire across the night sky.

Duoduo waved his sword and urged his horse, shouting hysterically: "Zhai Zhe, you come out, I know you are here." He was stirred up by the fear in his heart.

His own soldiers surrounded him and advised: "Lord, retreat!" ”

Whether to withdraw or not to withdraw was no longer up to Duoduo to decide, and hundreds of cannons bombarded in unison, and the Chinese army was the first to disperse.

No matter how turbulent the tide is, there is a time when it recedes.

Feng Qin looked at the torches that gradually spread into the distance, and silently said in his heart: "It's time to end it." ”

The sound of the cannon stopped abruptly, and the night sky was quiet, like a phantom just now.

The iron hooves moved again, and the knights reaped their lives as they pleased, and they pursued them straight away, leaving the rout far behind. Xiao Zhiyan and Che Feng stared closely at Duoduo's handsome banner, and the light horses swept away, and no one along the way was worth their stay for a moment.

It was a race of running, with the Jurchens throwing off their heavy armor and running on roads they were unfamiliar with.

Feng Qin gave orders in an orderly manner, and this big victory did not make waves in his heart. This is the road paved by the great general, except that he will pick the fruit.

"From Hangzhou City to Songjiang Mansion, the Qing Dynasty did not have many garrisons in the cities along the way, so we had to take Huzhou and Jiaxing at worst in this battle. Follow-up depends on the attitude of Li Chengdong and Liu Liangzuo. ”

"Li Zhi'an took Huzhou Mansion, Yuan Qizhou attacked Jiaxing Mansion, and ordered the sailor to contact Zhang Mingzhen and Wang Zhiren of Chongming Island to attack Songjiang together."

In order to ensure the secrecy of this battle, the generals of Hangzhou City did not know about this plan until this afternoon, not to mention Zhang Mingzhen of Chongming Island.

The troops were sent in groups, and the Han people cut off their braids in a hurry and knelt on the side of the road. It is often a hundred Ming troops escorting a thousand soldiers to gather outside the north gate of Hangzhou. Chen Zilong stood at the head of Hangzhou City and looked into the distance, there were tears flashing in his eyes, he finally saw this moment, and he didn't wait long. He watched the whole battle, and the joy of the city of Hangzhou shook the sky, waking up the sleeping citizens. But the curfew was not lifted, and no one dared to come out to inquire about the news

The road from Hangzhou to Jiaxing was flat, and Duoduo first thought of Li Chengdong, who was stationed in Songjiang Mansion.

Li Chengdong has more than 20,000 soldiers and horses, and his combat strength is not bad, if he can stabilize the front in Songjiang Prefecture, the situation in Jiangnan may not be so festering that it cannot be cleaned up. Bolo had 40,000 soldiers and horses under the city, including 25,000 Jurchens, even Zhang Cunren was defeated, and the Qing court still had an advantage in Jiangnan troops.

"In any case, I can't lose Jiangnan, otherwise I won't be able to explain to my brother in Beijing."

The sound of the horse's hooves was panicked, and Duoduo's heart was even more flustered.

I don't know how long he ran in the dark, and now he only had thirty or forty horsemen left by his side.

"Where is this?"

He was surrounded by Jurchens, and no one knew the roads of Jiangnan.

"Grab a few Han people and ask, how to go to Songjiang Mansion?"

The Hangjiahu Plain is the richest area in the south of the Yangtze River, and it is not difficult to find a small village. Dozens of wolf-like cavalry rushed into a village, and a few pro-soldiers pulled out two young men.

"Where is this?"

The two young men were pulled out by these barbaric Jurchens in their sleep, and they were so frightened that they replied incoherently: "This is the boundary of Jiaxing Mansion. ”

"How far is it from Matsue Mansion?"

"There are still more than sixty miles to go!"

Duoduo breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that he had run nearly a hundred miles in half a night yesterday.

While his soldiers were being tortured, Duoduo saw a column of cavalry on the official road to the south, only thirty or forty men.

It was almost dawn, and the men were still holding torches.

"It must be a rout!" Duoduo waved his hand and ordered one of his own soldiers: "Go and gather them." ”

If there were not so few pursuers, wouldn't it be self-defeating to run to Songjiang Mansion with only thirty or fifty horsemen.