The water of the Rokushu River is icy and biting, the river channel freezes, and the ice floes flow into the sea. Mang Gurtai stood by the river full of despair, it was such a river channel with the narrowest point of less than 100 meters, and it was stunned that the 30,000 horses who had cut off the blue flag of the Dajin Kingdom.

Half a month ago, Mang Gurtai led a large army to quickly rush across the frozen river from the north. But half a month later, it became an extravagant hope for him to escape back. In just half a month, the battle situation went from obscure to completely disintegrated. A good end is a big gold country that is about to fall apart.

Two days ago, the Crane Rider had been able to deliver a message to Mang Gurtai from the north. He knew that his back road was intercepted, that Amin was defeated and died, that Quang Ninh was occupied, and that his father Khan insisted on coming south to save him despite the dissuasion of everyone - he knew that this was not entirely to save him, but also to save Dajin Kingdom.

The Dajin Kingdom is essentially a tribal alliance, and the so-called Eight Banners are actually eight closely related tribes led by slave chieftains and linked by family blood. In history, Huang Taiji was on the throne, and the four major Baylors were also seated, and the power was equal.

Until Huang Taiji's death, he failed to completely settle the internal fraternal forces. The eldest son Hauge, who was supposed to succeed him, was deposed as a concubine, and the ninth son, Fulin, who was only six years old, ascended to the throne. Power is in the hands of Dolgon.

There are many entanglements of interest within this tribal alliance. The customs of the Jurchens are full of broken things in which brothers devour each other and fathers and sons kill each other. If there are benefits, everyone will go up, and if there are disadvantages, everyone will hide. Nurhachi's establishment of the Dajin Kingdom was based on his ability to win battles, but if he was defeated...... the Jurchens might still exist, but the Dajin Kingdom would inevitably fall apart.

Why did Nurhachi ignore Shenyang and insist on going south? It's not that he can't see the threat of Hezhuo, but he wants to use war to control all human and material resources in his hands, and even use the enemy to eliminate dissidents, erasing those forces that may threaten him after defeat. Nurhachi has solved the mystery of power, and saving Mang Gurtai is only a incidental thing, saving himself is true.

Mang Gurtai knew this, and he knew that his father Khan would definitely come to his rescue because of his loyalty to his father Khan. For the sake of loyalty, in history, he could even kill his own biological mother ruthlessly. He is not the ambitious Chu Ying, not the seemingly obedient Dai Shan, not the unruly Amin, not the scheming Huang Taiji. He was a fool, the loyal dog of his father's Khan.

But now Mang Gurtai has been trapped on the banks of the Liuzhou River for two days, and his father Khan still hasn't come. It is only a hundred miles from Suizhong to Ningyuan, and it can be reached in half a day by light horse, but there are no reinforcements to be seen.

Ah......, Mang Gurtai stood by the river and screamed heartbreakingly. He was tall and crazy, like a trapped beast. Three days earlier he had left Engedeli and retreated north, only to retreat the moment the entire front collapsed.

After only gathering 3,000 men, Engedri was overwhelmed by the Han army in less than an hour. Finding that Jiannu wanted to escape, the tall Niu stationed at Shanhaiguan immediately assaulted the whole army, and 20,000 horses rushed out from behind the wall. Among them, Han Shi's cavalry brigade was the most ferocious, and more than 2,000 people riding Arab horses were like a hot blade, stabbing the fleeing Jurchens to pieces.

After escaping for a day and a night, Mang Gurtai pulled more than 10,000 remnants of the defeated army to the south bank of the Liuzhou River. What followed was a desperate scene, with 5,000 Han militia blocking the north shore with leisurely labor. They just kept bombarding with artillery, and they stopped the brave and daring Dajin Sanbeile here.

Because the frozen river channel was blown open by explosives, the remaining more than 10,000 people in Zhenglan Banner could only look at the icy river in a daze. They have lost all their baggage, all their slaves, they simply cannot organize an effective attack, and the construction of pontoon bridges is even more foolish.

In order to flee for their lives, some Jurchens simply forcibly crossed the river with the guns of the Han Chinese. It's just that the horses jump into the river and jump back on their own. Even if you force yourself into the water, you will be frozen half to death in a minute or two. Even if someone dodged all the projectiles to cross the river to the north bank, they would be frozen and incapacitated after going ashore. The Han people on the north bank were able to push the Jurchens back into the river with a fork.

Mang Gurtai saw those brave Jurchen soldiers trembling to the north shore, but in the face of the cowardly Han people, they directly knelt on the ground and begged for mercy. But those Han people were not surrendered at all, they just wanted all the Jurchens to die.

There is an interception in front, and there are pursuers in the rear.

The Han people who intercepted them were waiting for work, and the Han people who pursued them were like wolves and tigers.

Mang Gurtai also thought about whether to enter the Yanshan Mountains to the west. Although the road is difficult to walk, and the hardships are bitter, maybe you can still survive. But the tall cow that came after the butt didn't do it. The latter, with 20,000 Han troops, kept in touch with the remnants of the Blue Banner like kraft candy, and cut off the possibility of Mang Gurtai heading west.

More than 10,000 remnants of the Jurchen army were besieged on the south bank of the Liuzhou River and repeatedly bombarded by artillery fire. At the end of the day, the sound of artillery fire was quiet, and it was clear that the fighting was gradually ceased.

"Master, run away by yourself." The last two generals of the Zhenglan Banner, Tun Bulu and Aibari, were still guarding Mang Gultai. Both of them were hardcore cronies of Mang Gurtai, and they had repeatedly rushed and killed on the battlefield, and both had gunshot wounds on their bodies. Now only Mang Gultai can leave alone.

In the end, there was another person who followed Mang Gurtai, and it was Gao Hongzhong, the commander of the 'Tianyou' army who had never died. This traitor kept trying to escape, but he didn't succeed, and finally followed Mang Gurtai like a life-saving straw. Seeing that there were only a few people left around this Sanbeiler, he could only plead in a pitiful tone: "Master, take the minions with you." ”

"Do you still want to live?" Mang Gurtai was angry when he saw Gao Hongzhong, "So many warriors of my Dajin are dead, you are also dead to serve them." With that, he grabbed Gao Hongzhong's neck and threw it into the icy water of the Liuzhou River. Gao Hongzhong fell into the river and struggled a few times, but after a few mouthfuls of cold water, it never came out again.

"Master, let's go." Tunbulu and Aybari still had to push Mang Gultai away.

But at this time, it was no longer possible to walk, and a circle of Han troops came from all directions, and rows of soldiers carrying flintlock pistols advanced towards Mang Gurtai's location. Even artillery was pushed up, which was clearly difficult to fly.

Tun Bulu and Aibari immediately grabbed their swords and protected them in front of Mang Gurtai, and Mang Gurtai shouted loudly: "I am Mang Gurtai, and I once duel with your commander. If you want me to die today, you can come out and have a military general with a name and surname to duel with me. ”

Boom ......, the artillery fired first. Hundreds of steel balls all hit the three of Mang Gurtai. In this process, no one paid attention to his request at all, and the third Beile of the Dajin Kingdom, known as the first master of the Jurchens, was so shattered by the Blue Banner Master.

After three days of pursuit, 30,000 men and horses of the Zhenglan Banner were wiped out on the banks of the Liuzhou River, and Mang Gurtai died of hatred, declaring the victory of the Han people in this battle. The news was reported to the capital with the help of the Divine Thought, and Zhou Qingfeng was busy with the founding ceremony, and after learning about it, he was relieved and asked, "How is the situation in Ning Yuan?" ”

The staff officer who reported reported: "We have not placed the divine idea of communication in Ningyuan, but in the past two days, Bianmao has been flying over with a biplane to transport supplies. According to the returning news, the 10,000 people in Ningyuan City were attacked by at least 60,000 troops under the command of Nurhachi himself, and the losses were currently very large. ”

"Are we ready for our secret weapon?" Zhou Qingfeng asked again.

"According to Wen Guifei's news from the Academy of Sciences, the Tianzi No. 1 project is currently progressing smoothly, but there are not many that can be used in the battle array." The staff officer said.

"Use as many as you want, and if you can die less, you will die less. The soldiers on the Ningyuan front line are not easy, and many of them are still improvised militiamen. In the face of tens of thousands of enemy horses, they have been able to carry it so far, and they have done their duty to let as many people go home as possible. Zhou Qingfeng said.

"Yes." The staff officer nodded in response, "We'll do it right away." ”

And at this moment in Ningyuan, the entire city defense system has collapsed. More than 10,000 people defended this small city, half of whom were still untrained and equipped with ordinary militia. It is not easy for them to fight alone until now.

Since yesterday before nightfall, Nurhachi has been constantly urging tens of thousands of troops to take turns to go into battle and continue to attack. More than a dozen heavy guns even fired at close range, firing at the Wehrmacht artillery on the city walls. The losses on both sides were extremely heavy.

I have to say that Nurhachi's desperate efforts are not without effect, the Han army defending Ningyuan lost four or five thousand people overnight, and had to abandon the outer city wall and retreat into the city for street fighting.

The mobilized militia from Tianjin suffered great losses, and Sang Quanlai's men were left with less than a third, and the rest were all confessed on the front. Last night, the enemy rushed over in the hundreds, hundreds, hundreds, and at every turn, and they couldn't kill them. The trenches were filled with corpses, but there were people rushing up behind them.

Sang Quanlai collapsed on a street in the city at this moment, his back against a broken wall. He had a few bandages tightly tied around his legs, but he couldn't stop bleeding. This injury was left by the stabbing with Jiannu last night, and it was almost pierced through the major artery. But now he still felt cold all over his body, his body couldn't stop trembling, and he was dizzy.

"It's over, we're really done now." The old man who went into the trench last night is still alive, and this old guy is very clever, and he is unscathed after a night of fighting. He looked in the direction of the street, turned around and pushed Sang Quanlai and shouted, "Company commander, company commander, those Tartars are coming up." ”

Sang Quanlai was bleeding profusely, and his eyelids drooped. He said weakly: "I'm not a company commander, I'm a platoon commander." But I don't even have a class under my command. ”

The old man shouted again: "Didn't the deputy company commander say that he is dead, you are the company commander." ”

Hehehe...... Sang Quanlai smiled bitterly. He only had this little strength left now, "You old guy, run away, we can't escape." ”

After Sang Quanlai came, there were few people who could still move. The rest of the platoon were wounded, and even lacked arms and legs, and they really had no combat effectiveness. The old man looked at him and sighed: "You young descendants don't run away, why should I, a half-buried person, escape?" ”

As he spoke, the old man peered from behind the wall again. On the opposite side came a dozen elite Tartar soldiers wearing cotton armor and iron helmets, carefully groping their way to clean up the streets. As soon as he turned his head, he dragged a bag of explosives from Sang Quanlai's side.

Sang Quanlai stretched out his hand to grab it but didn't catch it, and asked weakly, "Old guy, what do you want to do?" This is what Lao Tzu used to fight hard at the end. ”

The old man puffed up, and his wrinkled face laughed: "I'm old, I can't stand that sin, and I don't want to be a slave to the Tartars." Sang boy, you can work hard later, I'll go first. When you get to the Netherworld, I'll cook good food for you. ”

After saying that, the old man lit the fuse of the explosives bag, and the cat ran out with his waist bent. As a gang worked out, the sound of the Tartar soldiers screaming and fleeing came from the street, followed by an earth-shattering explosion.

The rocks that were blown up fell sharply, and Sang Quanlai was dazzled by the smoke and dust, and his tears couldn't stop falling down. He had lost his strength, but he still stood up against the wall with an arquebus with a bayonet on it, and turned around and shouted: "Brothers, is there anyone who can breathe?" Come out with me and have a fight at the end. ”

Behind the wall, more than a dozen wounded soldiers stood up, supported each other and followed their company commander into battle.