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"What are we chasing?"

The cavalry was full of doubts, but they would not doubt the commander's orders, because it was Xiao Zhiyan who led them, and at least half of them had been instructed by Xiao Zhiyan in the grassland.

They had already crossed everyone, the pursuers were left behind, the rout was also left behind, and an hour earlier they had passed from the city of Jiaxing Province.

Xiao Zhiyan was like a hungry wolf foraging for food in the grassland, with a pair of eyes focused on the ground in front of the horse's hooves. The light of the torch flickered, and the horse's hoof print, which was faint in the eyes of others, fell on his eyes very clearly.

It was an instinct, and his sense of smell was as sharp as it was in the prairie.

The pro-soldier raised his head and saw the movement not far away, and lowered his voice to remind: "There is a fire ahead!" ”

Xiao Zhiyan raised his head and saw the faint shone of torches in a village five or six miles away. If the torch is not fixed somewhere, as if it is moving, it can only be a rout. They had already missed a lot of routs along the way, and even a captured Ala-Ezhen had not been able to slow them down.

"If it weren't for them, I'm afraid I'd miss it tonight!" Xiao Zhiyan took a deep breath, "Extinguish half of the torches, and don't speak from now on." ”

The sky was vague, a faint ray of dawn could be seen, there was a slight fog in the early morning, and the cavalry coming from a distance was like a hairy ball of fire, and the sound of hooves could be heard, but no human figure could be seen.

A Jurchen cavalry came up, Xiao Zhiyan clenched his longbow and quietly took off a long arrow from his back.

"Who are you?"

I haven't heard the Jurchen for seven or eight years, Xiao Zhiyan's brain is a little dull, and after a moment of reaction, before he can think of a suitable word to reply, he has already seen the figure of the cavalry opposite.

It's too late! The longbow was raised flat, and feathered arrows slipped through his fingers like a nimble little snake gliding through the mist.

There was no shouting, only a dull sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. Xiao Zhiyan slowly lowered his horse and pulled the somewhat flustered war horse, the Jurchen curled up on the ground, his hands tightly clutching the feathered arrow stuck in his throat, and a swallowing sound of "uh-uh" came out of his throat.

The soldiers drew their swords and cut off his head, without using words, which was the tacit understanding of the scout battalion.

The cavalry continued to move forward, their target directly ahead. Xiao Zhiyan had some confidence in his heart, judging from the armor of the Jurchen cavalry just now, even if he was not the main master, he was still a big fish.

The sound of horses' hooves slowed down slightly, and the scouts were preparing for the battle that was coming, and they had been running all night, and they were also sleepy. As long as the captives don't leave, they don't mind waiting until the sky is completely clear before engaging in battle, so that they can lock on to their targets.

The cavalry was getting closer and closer to Zhuangkou, Duoduo vaguely felt that something was wrong, and the soldiers who went first did not come back to report the news, and the posture of this group of people could not show respect for the prince of the Qing Dynasty at all.

He pulled the war horse and ordered: "Get on the horse and prepare for war!" The Jurchens mounted their horses and assumed a posture of battle.

Prince Yu's personal soldiers were not ordinary Jurchen soldiers, but warriors selected from various tribes.

The two columns of cavalry gradually approached the official road at the entrance of the village.

The torches fell to the ground and rolled, and the light rider drew his bow and arrows, and the sound of hooves suddenly became rapid. Duoduo hadn't seen the clothes of the visitor clearly, but he no longer needed to doubt it, and shouted in horror: "Meet the enemy!" ”

The Jurchens drew their swords and urged their horses to rush forward.

Xiao Zhiyan raised his bow and ordered: "Surrender!" "The light horseman is like a bow and arrow in his hand, and will never come into contact with the long sword and axe used against his opponent.

"One hundred steps, eighty steps!"

Just by the sound of oncoming horses' hooves, Xiao Zhiyan could calculate the distance of the Qing cavalry.

"Shoot!"

More than two dozen feathered arrows pierced the morning mist, and the eastern sky was white.

The chaotic people who greeted him flipped on their backs, and the light horses retreated to a distance of two hundred paces and spread out in a fan-shaped plane, Xiao Zhiyan was pleasantly surprised, because he saw the person, the person he had been chasing all night.

There were only thirty horsemen in the pursuers, and all of them were light cavalry. Duoduo's panicked feelings eased slightly, but this place could not stay, and he had to retreat to Songjiang as much as possible, and no one knew that there were pursuers following behind.

He raised his sword and pointed at the sky and ordered: "Break through!" ”

The Jurchens rushed like rhinoceros to the loose line of light horses.

Xiao Zhiyan whistled loudly, and the thirty or so cavalry were divided into three, and the menacing Jurchens were like a punch smashing into the flying flies.

The Jurchens originally wanted to break through the encirclement, but more than a dozen pro-soldiers escorted Duoduo first, leaving more than 20 people to intercept them. But Xiao Zhiyan seemed to see through their thoughts, and even led eight cavalry to lead the way, and from time to time pulled his bow and fired back, so that Duoduo could not flee on horseback.

The two cavalry were divided into three sections in the official road, and the light cavalry of the Ming army was divided into two, sandwiching Duoduo and others in the middle.

The official road under his feet stretched all the way to Songjiang City, and Zhai Zhe knew where Duoduo was going.

The sun dispelled the mist, and a few pedestrians who had gathered early were frightened by the sudden appearance of the menacing cavalry.

After galloping for twenty or thirty miles, the horses were sweating profusely. Most of the Jurchens were burly men, and their riding skills were not as good as these light horses, and they gradually fell behind.

Duoduo hid behind three or four of his own soldiers, not daring to show his figure, and the cavalry commander in front reminded him of the Mongols, only a warrior among the Mongols would have such good riding and archery skills. The cavalry under Zhai Zhe was able to break through the blockade of the Jurchen Iron Cavalry back then, and he remembered that those people were now in Jiangnan.

The county towns and guard posts along the way all surrendered troops to defend, but no one came out to intercept them. No one came to help Duoduo, and no one came to help the Ming army.

At the end of the day, a long white belt ran across the north and south in front of him, and the soldiers reminded: "There is a river ahead!" ”

"I know! That's Heng Lujing. ”

Several tributaries flowing from Taihu Lake converge into the raging Huangpu River in Songjiang Province, with Henglujing being the largest one. Xiao Zhiyan often went to the Ordnance Bureau in Nanjing to get armor and firearms, and he didn't know the roads here well, but he was familiar with several major roads.

The cavalry galloped to the shore, and there were a few boats parked alone, and the boatmen lay on the bow of the boats in terror, where they had been ferrying all year round.

The scout rushed over and shouted: "We are the cavalry under the command of General Pinglu in Zhedong, we have been ordered to capture the Qing captives, everyone is driving away, the sword has no eyes, and Hugh will be injured." ”

A few years ago, there were many ships here, but now it has only been a short time since the shaving order, and the south of the Yangtze River is in chaos, and all parts of the country are lifeless, and only these brave boatmen dare to solicit some business. Seeing that these cavalry were murderous, the boatmen drove their boats to the opposite shore.

The land by the river is flat and empty, which is a suitable battlefield, and there are only five horsemen left around Xiao Zhiyan, and there is faint blood oozing from the index finger of his right hand.

After a while, Duoduo and the others reached the bank of the river, and there were only six horsemen left around them, and the two sides were evenly matched.

The two teams of cavalry confronted each other a hundred paces apart, and Xiao Zhiyan was laughing, "Duoduo, since you have arrived in Jiangnan, don't think about going back." ”

He seldom hates a person, two armies are at war, each for his own master, and life and death are destined for heaven. But the person in front of him is the only goal he has pursued since last night, "800,000 people in Yangzhou City!" I think they must be expecting someone to come down and accompany them. ”

The river is surging, and there is no way out.

Duoduo's face was like rice paper that had just been condensed, and the soldiers around him were all terrified.

At this moment, in the middle of the cross-stream, a small boat staggered from the opposite bank, and the soldiers saw the movement there, and said: "Lord, we stop the Ming army, you cross the river!" ”

Xiao Zhiyan also appeared in the boats in the river, annoyed that someone went and returned, urging the horse to warn, and several Jurchens kicked the horse and drew a knife to pounce, not giving him a chance to escape.

The light cavalry confronted the opponents who were not Jurchens, and each dispersed, drawing their bows and firing back.

Xiao Zhiyan was so anxious that he raised his hand and shot the arrow into the eye of the horse that rushed over, and the war horse snorted, jumped up in the air and threw the knight on horseback down, rushed into the river and flowed down the river to the Huangpu River.

Not everyone has such good archery skills as Xiao Zhiyan, and it is difficult to shoot arrows in the fatal place when they are driven away. Ten people go around in a group, and both sides have to concentrate on their opponents.

Duoduo urged the horse to the shore and stretched out his hand to greet the boatman in the river, "I am the Prince Yu of the Great Qing Dynasty, you cross the river with me, I will make you a wait, and reward you with ten thousand taels of silver." ”

The boatman hesitated for a moment, and rowed to the shore.

Duoduo hurried a few steps, dismounted and jumped into the boat, and looked back to see that only three of his own soldiers and three Ming scouts were fighting on the shore. Now he couldn't take care of these pro-soldiers, and ordered without hesitation: "Cross the river!" ”

There were sounds of fighting and screams on the shore, long arrows were empty, and short blades were connected. The boatman had obviously never seen such a scene, and his face was as white as earth, and he was so stiff that he could not move.

Dodor drew his sword, took the oar and thrust it into the boatman's hand, his eyes glared like brass bells, and shouted, "Row the boat!" ”

The boatman sat on the bow of the boat, his arms swinging, and the boat was offshore.

Xiao Zhiyan shot another Qinglu, and Dekong peeked at Duoduo fleeing, and his fingers suddenly forced, and he actually pulled the bowstring off.

Seeing that Duoduo was gone, the two were captured without concern, and killed the remaining three light horsemen. Xiao Zhiyan urged the horse to pass through the gap between the two, picked up the short bow of the pro-soldier who had just died under the Qinglu's knife, and shot the Qinglu with two arrows, no longer caring about the pro-soldier fighting with him, and urged the horse to rush to the river.

The river flows eastward, there is half a mile from this shore to the other bank, and the boat has reached the center of the river, he sighed, and was extremely disappointed in his heart, and threw down his short bow.

The sound of horses' hooves was heard in the distance, and Duoduo turned to look at the shore from afar, where the Qing soldiers and the pursuers of the Ming army were rushing over.

The boatman turned his head to see that Dodor was facing him with his back, and suddenly stood up and led the boat to sway from side to side. Duoduo stumbled, and immediately turned around, and saw the boatman jump into the water with a "plop", like a stone sinking to the bottom of the water, and never to be seen again.

"Where have you been, come back to you!" Duoduo was startled, and a chill ran down his spine. He shouted for a long time, but there was no movement on the water

He put his sword in his sheath, sat down in the boatman's seat, and tried to swing the oars himself, and rowed for a long time, while the boat kept spinning in the river.

Xiao Zhiyan saw it really well, his heart was overjoyed, and he picked up the short bow again and flew on the horse.

Both teams of cavalry arrived at the shore, and both sides had no **** to fight, and they were all staring at Jiang Xin's sweaty Duoduo.

A head suddenly appeared on the river, and then a person got on the side of the boat with both hands, and shook back and forth a few times, and the boat shook two or three times like a swing, and turned over with a "bang".

Dodor was held upside down in the ship, and the long screams came to an abrupt end at the height of the ship.

The Qing soldiers on the shore seemed to have lost their souls, and they saw the Ming army's feather arrows shot in the chest, and they didn't even have the strength to hold the knife.