The battle lasted nearly two hours, and by the time the last of the Eight Banners soldiers died under the sword, it was already dark.

The soldiers defending the city of Santun Battalion crowded on the top of the city and witnessed the whole battle, one by one stunned and silent.

I, Da Ming, when will there be this elite division?

"Clean up the battlefield!"

After Zhang Weixian's voice came out of the walkie-talkie, the soldiers of the battalions directly involved in the battle immediately swept across the battlefield. Waiting in place without participating in the battle.

The Ming Dynasty has always implemented a policy of "beheading and recording merit". This is a very troublesome way to remember merit, and it has two major flaws:

Striving for merit and risking merit.

After the battle was won, the head became hard currency, often representing silver and promotions. So the robbery is very strong.

And then there is the risk, this is mainly to kill the good. However, at this time, the physiognomy of the Tartar is more obvious, which does not need to be considered.

A victory like today's hasn't been seen in many years, so grab it.

Anyway, His Majesty gave him money.

Zhang Weixian thought so.

Li Zicheng is also in the team to grab people's heads, but as a thousand-household official, he no longer needs to cut off his head with a knife.

He flipped open a tartar lying on the ground with his foot, and was about to see if he was dead. The tartar opened his eyes suddenly, took out a dagger from under his body and stabbed it at Li Zicheng's heart.

Li Zi was able to turn sideways and avoid the past. Then he kicked the tartar to the ground.

Only then did he see that one of the Tartar's legs seemed to be injured, and he struggled to get up. stared at Li Zicheng angrily and said something in a hurry, but he didn't know what he was talking about.

Li Zicheng put a knife on his neck and ordered someone to tie him up.

The battlefield was quickly cleaned up, and the battle exploits began to be recorded.

From a distance, the scene is quite terrifying.

One by one, the soldiers who had won were lined up, waiting for the handover.

I really have to thank these Jiannu for their intimacy. The braids are all braided for you, how easy it is to take!

Li Zicheng didn't go to the queue, he gave the battle merits to his soldiers.

But it turns out that people's luck can't be stopped when it should come.

"General! Checkmate! What a good thing! ”

One of his small flag officers ran to him with a shout.

"What's wrong?"

"That tartar you caught! What kind of Mailer is really a big official! The little flag officer gasped. Li Zicheng handed over this tartar to him and wanted him to take the military industry. As a result, the little flag officer found that this tartar was a big fish, and he dared to remember it on his head, so he hurriedly came over to find Li Zicheng.

"Mellor is really? Check it out. "I remember that Your Majesty said that there is no such position.

With the small flag officer, he came to the recorder.

"Is there anything wrong with this tartar, sir?" Li Zicheng asked.

"The general doesn't know that this tartar is a Maile Ezhen, the deputy of the banner master. The general has made a great contribution! ”

Li Zicheng was stunned, is this okay?

When the dragoons who had gone in pursuit of Zilharan returned, it was already too late.

At this time, the battlefield had been cleared, and except for a few high-ranking officers of Jiannu, there was not a single living mouth.

Zhang Weixian refused the kind invitation of the city guards, and ordered all the soldiers to set up camp on the other side of the city wall and bury pots for cooking.

The food was simple, 90 compressed biscuits and canned Beidaihe luncheon meat.

This is what the army has been eating all the time during the march.

Zhu Youzhen bought it from and Xixi. Easy to carry and high in calories. Anti-hunger.

For some soldiers who can't even eat fine grains, whether it's luncheon meat or compressed biscuits, it's a supreme delicacy.

Zilharang and Yue Tuo, who escaped death, fled back to Zunhua City with more than 1,000 cavalry.

The news of the fiasco took Huang Taiji by surprise.

After listening to Yue Tuo's report, Huang Taiji slumped in his chair.

I can't help but think of the battle against Hudun Rabbit last year.

But at that time, the muskets of the Ming army did not have such a long range and power as they do now.

And most importantly, where did these more than 80,000 horses come from!?

Xuanfu?

It can't be, not so fast.

Yongping?

Not so much.

Could it be, Kyoshi?

But the time is not right. The first nine levels of his own entry are only fourteen today.

From getting the message, to scheduling, to marching.

It won't be possible to arrive in seven or eight days, unless the other party gets the news as soon as you enter the customs.

"The weapons of the Ming people are too terrifying, and the musket can still penetrate our armor three hundred paces away, and one hole at a time. And the armor they wear, on which our bows and arrows tickle. Great Khan, let's go back to the gates, or we will all die here!" Zilharang cried with horror on his face.

"Bastard! If you dare to talk nonsense again, disturb the morale of the army, and cut you down immediately. Get out! Crying and crying, what kind of system! Huang Taiji shouted angrily and ordered someone to pull Zilharang out.

"Great Khan. What's going on? Mang Gurtai, who had received the news, asked in a loud voice as soon as he entered the house. Subsequently, Dai Shan also rushed over. Huang Taiji said the matter with a cold face.

Listening to the manggultai is wah-wow yelling.

Again and again.

Why did this Akito suddenly become so terrible!?

"What's next?" It was still Dai Shan, who asked the core question.

Huang Taiji was silent.

He was already thinking of quitting.

However, the proposal to retreat could not be made by him.

"What does the second brother think?"

Meaning your mother, you gave the order to attack the Santun camp, and now that you are defeated, you ask me what I think? If it weren't for Lao Tzu's son who escaped back, he would have slashed with a knife.

Dai Shan's eyes closed.

You look at it yourself.

"Great Khan, where are the few Han Chinese in your literary hall? Don't you spend your days boasting about their talents? Call them in and see what to do! Mang Gurtai shouted.

Huang Taiji was helpless and called Fan Wencheng and a few people over.

Fan Wencheng knelt on the ground and trembled, the idea of attacking the Santun camp was his.

"Guys, what should we do next?" Mang Gurtai clasped his hands on his chest and looked down at several people. He had always looked down on these spineless minions.

"Minions, minions..."

Fan Wencheng couldn't say why.

This completely angered Mang Gurtai, and he got up and kicked Fan Wencheng in the shoulder, kicking him to the ground. After that, he didn't give up, and went up and kicked it violently.

"Dog stuff. You came up with the bad idea of attacking Santun Camp, right? Say! Are you fucking Mingren's fine work? ”

Huang Taiji didn't stop him, and a cold light flashed in his eyes when he heard this. looked coldly at Fan Wencheng, who was screaming on the ground.

"Slaves are not meticulous, minions have always been loyal to the Great Khan, how can they betray the Great Khan."

"Fifth brother, stop." Huang Taiji finally spoke.

"I'll spare you a dog's life today! Bah! Mang Gurtai spat at Fan Wencheng and returned to his seat.

Fan Wencheng knelt on his knees, came to Huang Taiji, and hugged Huang Taiji's feet.

"Great Khan, the minions are loyal to the Great Khan, I really don't know that the Ming people have an ambush."

Huang Taiji looked at Fan Wencheng, who had a blue nose and swollen face, and didn't come with a burst of disgust.

"Take it down!"

After Fan Wencheng was pulled out, Huang Taiji looked at the remaining Bao Chengxian and the others.

Bao Chengxian, who witnessed Fan Wencheng's tragic situation, turned his brain rapidly.

"Great Khan! Slaves have a plan! ”