One more day.

The sound of the golden gong sounded, and the warrior from Jiangnan Gao Jue slowly retreated with his shield.

From the fierce battle to the beginning of the hour, Rulin's spear was pointed at the sky at all, and the tip of the spear refracted a dazzling light.

A few lonely villages had been reduced to ruins, and jet-black iron balls were scattered all over the ground, and a deep pit under one wall was actually filled with iron balls.

The Mongols shot feathered arrows from a distance, landing a hundred paces away from the front foot of the Ming army. They knew that such a shot would not hit their opponents, but they did not dare to come closer.

God knows how many shells the Ming army fired, Chahan only knew that when the sun was at its strongest at noon, it was also the time when the Ming army was attacking at its fiercest. The dense roar reminded him of a rainstorm he had encountered in the grassland when he was seven years old. The sound of the explosion and thunder sounded on the roof of the yurt all night, and he hid in Abba's arms, curled up and shivered all night, which was a fear hidden in his heart that he would never want to touch.

The jet-black iron ball flew overhead, blocking the hottest sun, and the unprepared Modong people blocked the way of the iron ball's flight, and the frightened war horse ran around without knowing the direction.

Muzilun commanded him to spread out and attack from the flanks, but neither the Mongol nor Manchu knights had the courage to charge. Only a warrior who has completely sacrificed his life would dare to charge with such a dense firearm.

If you don't get close to those iron cannons, you can't destroy those roaring dragons. He didn't know why the Ming army had retreated, but he knew that the outcome of the war was decided. This was a Manchu war, and even if his sister was the Empress Dowager of the Manchus, and even if Dolgon gave him countless iron armor and long knives, he would never allow the last man of Korqin to die in this land that had nothing to do with the Mongols.

"Oh...... Oh."

"Oh...... Oh."

The Ming army camp was full of excited roars.

Zhai Zhe and Feng Qin walked into the gate of the front camp.

The soldiers stripped off their shirts, revealing their knotted muscles, sweat running down their backs onto the homespun cloth that was tied around their waists.

Someone hit the iron helmet with a wide scabbard to make a "poo" sound, and someone was singing a mountain song from eastern Zhejiang.

Zhai Zhe stopped Feng Qin's idea of purging military discipline.

"This is the smell of victory," he said, walking through the sweaty barracks. Some saw him, some didn't. The noise in the camp slowly fell.

A swarthy and sturdy man turned his back to the gate of the camp, felt that the surroundings were becoming quiet, and waved his arms dissatisfiedly: "Children, sing, sing, sing" until a bold soldier walked over and stabbed him in the smooth back, and whispered: "My lord, the prince is here"

Yuan Qizhou turned around and saw Zhai Zhe smiling at him.

He seemed to be frozen in that moment, and then looked down at his almost body, and with a scream, he flew into the big tent dozens of steps away

Zhai Zhe couldn't help but laugh and followed the direction of Yuan Qizhou and walked towards the big tent.

Feng Qin behind him turned pale, and the strict commander couldn't see any fun in this matter.

By the time Zhai Zhe and Feng Qin walked into the big tent, Yuan Qizhou had already put on his robe. He saluted with a red face, "See the Regent"

Outside the tent came a rough singing voice, and it grew in size.

Feng Qin was silent for a moment, afraid that Zhai Zhe would blame Yuan Qizhou, and said: "Today, Yuan Qizhou is the vanguard, and he is in close contact with the white flag and white armor soldiers of the Qing Dynasty. He is always so rigorous, and this statement shows that he really admires Yuan Qizhou.

Zhai Zhejing sat on the main seat and said, "This king has never seen how General Feng broke the 10,000 iron cavalry of Aobai, but today I saw General Feng breaking the Mongolian cavalry and the Eight Banners armor, and I know that I did not entrust the wrong person. “

He asked Feng Qin puzzled: "Since you have the advantage on the battlefield today, why did you retreat to the camp and no longer advance to Beijing?" “

There is only Yuan Qizhou in the account, so he has this question, and he will not lose the majesty of Feng Qin in front of the generals.

Yuan Qizhou also had this question, put down his embarrassing thoughts, and pricked up his ears to listen.

Feng Qin saluted and said: "The last general saw that the Qing captives could not resist our artillery fire today, but the army was not chaotic, and the Mongolian cavalry dared to follow and pursue when our army retreated. The last general will finish beating the spirit of the Qing captives in the poplar tree before entering the army to make the final attack. “

Zhai Zhe thought for a while and said, "Every time you delay for a day, there may be a little more people outside Beijing gathered by the Qing captives. The king heard that Dolgon had decided to abandon Shaanxi, and that Azig still had tens of thousands of soldiers. You must know that the only thing this king can deploy to you is these soldiers and horses of Tianjin Sanwei. ”

"There are not many people in the war, if there is no desire to win, 100,000 soldiers are only equivalent to 100,000 lambs to be slaughtered" Feng Qin held his hands flat in front of his chest, "The last general saw today's battle, and the courage of the Mongols and Jurchens to charge at me was gone, and the Jurchens no longer had such fierce generals as Aobai, they would only tremble under my iron cannon, and every extra day was a day of torture." ”

"The general's victory is in his hands?" Zhai Zhe couldn't help laughing. The same words come to the ears of different people, and they feel differently. Feng Qin said ambitious words, it turned out to be so cute. Yuan Qizhou, who was on the side, was cold when he heard it, and it was really a very painful thing to be an opponent with Feng Qin.

"Okay, I'll ask General Feng as soon as I get it," Zhai Zhe stood up. The loud singing outside came into the big tent, and he faced Yuan Qizhou and said: "The sons and daughters are excited, don't go to forbid it, the control is too tight, their murderous aura is hidden, and there will be no sharpness when they go into battle again." ”

"Yes"

Zhai Zhe's words were said to Yuan Qizhou on the surface, but he was actually said to Feng Qin. He loved the vibrant barracks, and he loved listening to the soldiers shouting and singing, which made him feel young.

Yuan Qizhou glanced at Feng Qin, stretched out his hand and scratched his head.

Walking out of the front camp, Zhai Zhe returned to the Chinese army, and he had to inspect everywhere every time.

With such a strict and demanding manager, he can go to sleep with peace of mind.

After returning to the Chinese army's partial tent and sitting down, Fang Jin came in and said, "Lord Wang, Commander Zhao has just arrived." ”

"Zhao Yucheng?" Zhai Zhe sat up straight, "Bring him over, every time Zhao Yucheng takes the initiative to come over and ask to see him, there is unusual news." ”

Fang Jin turned around and went out, and after a while, he led Zhao Yucheng in.

Without waiting for Zhao Yucheng to finish his salute, he withdrew knowingly.

Zhao Yucheng was wearing a cyan hat, his chin and beard were unkempt, and the tips of his beard were slightly yellow, and I don't know when the dark aura on his body became more and more intense.

"Lord Wang, Qian Qianyi has spread the news that Zierharang still wants to negotiate peace with Da Ming"

Zhai Zhe was stunned for a moment, he took a moment to digest Zhao Yucheng's words, and asked rhetorically: "All the soldiers are coming to the city, what else is there to discuss?" ”

"There is a saying in the commander of the Zhenghuang Banner that Dolgon is seriously ill and will soon die" This is the news that Zhao Yucheng wants to come to Zhai Zhe in person.

"Dolgon is seriously ill, often vomiting blood in a coma, the two yellow flags are no longer obedient to him, and now although no one dares to make trouble, the city of Beijing is no longer under Dolgon's control. Unless Dorgon can win this battle, a rupture between him and the Yellow Flags is inevitable. ”

"Dorgon is dying?" Zhai Zhe was not surprised, and his heart was calm and surprised by himself. Both he and Feng Qin thought that this was a battle to be won, and that Dorgon's life and death no longer mattered.

Zhao Yucheng said: "According to the latest rumors in Beijing, this matter is very true. ”

"Dorgon is dying, so why should Zilharan make peace with me?" Zhai Zhe suddenly realized, "He's worried about Azig"

Dorgon is dead, and the heir to the two White Banner forces is Azig, and Azig has been leading the army to fight outside, and his military achievements are outstanding and prestigious. Jilharang would rather bow his head to the Ming in exchange for time to salvage the rift of the Eight Banners.

"Then let's wait for Qian Qianyi to come."

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