Gong Gra Bu Tan would rather die and not retreat, worthy of his old lady Wu Keshan, worthy of his old aunt and wife Xiaozhuang, and worthy of his old cousin Fulin.

As the saying goes, if you retreat, you will die, if you don't retreat, you will die, it is better not to retreat.

Once the Restoration regime obtains absolute control outside the Guan, it will be absolutely a catastrophe for the Horqin Third Department of the old lady's uncle in Shunzhi.

The clansmen may be fine, but the princes and bellors will inevitably be purged.

The winner is the king, the loser is the coward, and the Mongols also understand the truth that once the son of heaven is a courtier.

What's more, when Shunzhi purged the two white flags of the Dolgon brothers, the princes and ministers of Horqin made great efforts from them, and it can be said that their hands were stained with the blood of the two white flags.

Now that the descendants of the Dolgon brothers have climbed the treasure and sat on the rivers and mountains of the Qing Dynasty, can they have the good of Horqin?

Therefore, there was no room for negotiation between Horqin and the Restoration Dynasty.

Only by giving it a go can we have a chance to be born.

It's a pity that the prince's preference for death did not awaken the last blood and a trace of conscience of those Horqin warriors who were eager to flee for their lives, but instead attracted more red-pants puppet soldiers.

Jiang Biao, the chief of staff of Xinyi Town, who had three big pheasant feathers on his hat, ordered in time: "Be sure to capture the one who holds the flag alive, this person is a good man." ”

"There is an order from above, capture the Tartar who holds the flag alive!"

Hundreds of officers and soldiers of the Restoration launched a surprise attack on the stone bridge, and the remaining hundreds of Mongolian soldiers gritted their teeth and resisted desperately.

The hand-cranked Jatrin wheels that could only be lifted by three people were carried over, a total of nine, and then fired at the Mongol soldiers.

Only five were fired, and the other four were either jammed by a faulty part, or because there was too much residual gunpowder slag that prevented them from firing.

There are people in the Tianjin Military Industry Bureau who accompany the army, and all kinds of problems exposed by Justling in actual combat must be fed back to the Military Industry Bureau so that the experts can solve them in a timely manner.

Five guns were enough, and more than 200 rounds of guns were discharged in the blink of an eye, and the dozen or so Mongolian soldiers in armor in front of them seemed to be swept by submachine guns, and their dancing was similar to breaking dance.

After a volley of shots, the Restoration Army rushed to the stone bridge and began a hand-to-hand battle with the remaining 20 or so Mongol soldiers.

Two brave Restorationists jumped onto the stone bridge, ready to capture the Tartar officer with the military flag.

But the Tartar officer laughed at them, and then pulled out a dagger and slashed his throat.

The severance of the trachea made His Royal Highness the Prince of Horqin's right wing not only have blood gushing in his neck, but he can no longer say a word.

Jiang Biao, who saw this scene from afar, couldn't help but sigh: "What a man! ”

Gong Grabutan slowly fell down with the apricot yellow banner, his eyes widened angrily at the puppet army in the Guannai who came to check on him, but his spasmodic right hand was holding the banner handed down by his ancestors.

This banner was given by Emperor Taizong to his ancestor Wu Keshan, witnessing not only the glory of the Qing Dynasty, but also the glory of their Horqin tribe.

On the land of Guannai, there were once the footprints of their Horqin people's bravery, as well as mighty legends.

"Mind your mother, what the hell, this is going to die?"

Two seventeen or eighteen-year-old recruits looked at each other, one stepped forward and grabbed Prince Korqin's pigtails, and the other slashed his neck with the dagger they used to kill themselves.

With the terrifying sound of the blade cutting through the flesh and bones, the head of His Royal Highness the Fifth Prince of Horqin's right wing was raised, and then he was tied to the flagpole of the apricot yellow flag with a braid, and waved it over the stone bridge.

"Ten thousand wins, ten thousand wins, ten thousand wins!"

On both sides of the stone bridge, the soldiers of the Restoration, dressed in bright military uniforms and stained with blood, erupted in earth-shattering cheers.

In the distance, An Mu, the commander of the new First Army, put down the clairvoyant mirror, turned his head and instructed the staff officer: "Quickly go to the imperial camp to report the victory, well, just say that the junior has broken the thief." ”

"Huh!"

Ride away.

The death of the right-wing prince of Horqin made the remnants of the Manchu and Mongolian army no longer have the strength to return to the sky, and they no longer have the courage.

The first-class Taiji Sunidat who participated in the battle in the central banner of the left wing of Horqin was actually disrupted by a group of Manchurian soldiers who had fallen down, and then he was wrapped up by these Manchurian soldiers on his mount dozens of feet away.

Before Sunidat stabilized the team, the chariot group of the Restoration Army had rushed in his direction, and a terrified Manchurian left leader was in a hurry, regardless of who Sunidat was, and dragged him off his horse, and then turned over and ran away with a flick of the whip of the opponent's horse.

Leaving the first-class Taiji there, he stomped his feet and scolded the full Tartar for being unrighteous.

A galloping chariot passed by the side of the first-class Taiyoshi, cutting off the legs, feet and necks of the first-class Taiyoshi in unison, and with the sound of wailing, Taiyoshi-sama couldn't stop rolling on the ground.

The two legs that had no feet kept pouring blood out in the cold wind, and then it coagulated little by little...

Some of the more sensible Manchu and Mongolian generals wanted to suppress the rout, at least stabilize their positions, and prevent the small cavalry of the Guannai soldiers from driving them away as sheep and making them live targets for the infantry.

But it was useless, no matter how much these generals pressed, they couldn't stop this avalanche-like scene.

The commander of the Eight Banners of Manchuria, Xingjing, and the deputy commander of Xingjing, were still fleeing for his life on his legs, and he didn't know that the prince of Horqin had been killed in battle, so he only knew how to run to the east.

Not long after, the sound of horses' hooves was heard behind him, and when he looked back, he saw that hundreds of frightened Mongol soldiers were rushing towards him.

"I'm the deputy capital of Xingjing!"

Andalshan opened his mouth to call for help, but the Mongol soldiers ignored it and ran directly into him.

In the blink of an eye, they were submerged under the hooves of the defeated soldiers.

By the time the sound of hooves disappeared, Lord An, one of the four vice-capitals outside the Guanwai, no longer had a single intact bone in his body.

It's like a painted skin.

.........

On both sides of the Daling River at dusk, the cold wind kept blowing, and the cold wind brought white snow and a bad smell.

The taste is deep.

Hundreds of corpses were burning, and the smell of charred corpses made it impossible to open your mouth.

Many officers and soldiers of the Restoration were not stimulated by the smell of blood in the previous fierce battles, but at this time they even vomited bitter gall.

On the stone bridge where Prince Horqin died in battle, a long banner of "Loyal to the Country" did not move in the cold wind.

Frozen.

Under the long flag, there are six emperors in iron armor, and there are rich gang leaders who have to come over to see the battle situation.

An Muzheng, the commander of the new First Army, is reporting the results of the battle: "Your Majesty, our troops fought fiercely with the enemy for one day, suffered more than 2,000 casualties, and killed more than 7,000 of the enemy's Prince Gong Grabutan and Xingjing Deputy Commander Andalshan..."

The report was suddenly interrupted by His Majesty the Emperor: "Who are those?" ”

Jia Liu pointed to the crowd of black oppressors sitting cross-legged on the banks of the Daling River.

An Mu hurriedly said: "Back to the emperor, he is a prisoner." ”

Jia Liu asked how many people there were?

Yasuki said that he hadn't counted them, but there should have been three or four thousand people.

"Oh,"

Jia Liu nodded, and suddenly said to the old man beside him: "Back then, Qin Fujian said that his soldiers and horses could cut off the flow of the Yangtze River, I don't believe it, do you believe it?" ”

The old man looked thoughtfully at the Daling River, which was already frozen under his feet, but was still rushing under the ice, and said to An Mu, who was not in the same situation: "An Tong, what are you still doing in a daze?" His Majesty has a decree to cut off the water of the Daling River. ”

"Break the Daling River?"

An Mu was stunned there, what to take?

Then I saw the rich gang leader's gaze fall on the crowd of captives in the distance.

Suddenly, one of the "horns" stood upright: "Huh! ”

When An Mu was far away, Jia Liuyu looked at Lao Fu: "Big brother still knows me and understands me as before, but according to the history I have read, this will be very dangerous." ”

"I'm a beggar, what's the danger to you?"

The old rich man snorted disdainfully, "If I pretend not to understand what you mean, you will definitely make it impossible for me to live in peace." ”

"What is Marfa talking about, there is no friendship or family affection between us."

Jia Liu grinned, looked at the direction of Shengjing from afar, looked solemn, and then burst into tears, and muttered: "My own father, my unfilial son Sun Shikai has come to see you." ”

The old man's cheeks twitched involuntarily, and then he asked a question he was more concerned about: "Who is your own father?" ”

Jia Liu asked rhetorically: "Is this important?" ”

"Huh?"

The old rich man was thoughtful, and Jia Liu had already ridden across the stone bridge.

After a long time, the old man on the bridge shook his head and muttered: "As long as it's not me, whoever is his father is unlucky for this turtle son." ”

.......

Author's note: Marfa, Manchurian grandfather.