In the western suburbs of Jiazhuang, under the silver-white dragon, Dolgon held the reins in one hand and the whip in the other, looking at the direction of Jiazhuang with a blue face.

"Mingjin, collect the troops."

The details of the battle situation in Jiazhuang were all in Dolgon's eyes, and the formation used by the Ming cavalry that rushed into the formation was different from any cavalry formation he had seen before.

The cavalry and infantry do not have much in common with each other, and they are completely different in terms of tactics and aspects.

Dolgon's eyes narrowed slightly, he had never thought that cavalry could be used in this way.

Using cavalry with the thinking of infantry, and charging in echelons, it is possible to form such a powerful impact force in the front.

Such a formation can be mounted against foot, and naturally it can also be mounted against cavalry, which is a new method of using cavalry.

Although this formation strengthens the frontal impact, it also makes the flanks weak, but the flaws are not concealed, and as long as such tactics are used well, they can achieve the greatest advantage on the battlefield.

For example, in the current situation......

The general trend has gone, Jiazhuang's encirclement network has been broken, and the Ming army has rescued Lu Xiangsheng.

Lu Xiangsheng's banner had already entered the right flank of Jia Zhuangming's army, and he was out of danger.

If it continues to fight, it is already meaningless, it will only lose troops in vain, and it may even reveal flaws because of this.

Dorgon looked up and looked beyond Jiazhuang toward the north.

On the fields in the north, the dense Ming army is wading through the fields, spreading across the land like water flowing into Yinchuan.

Part of the cavalry of the Ming army was distributed on both flanks to fortify, and part of it was clearing the remnants of the troops left in the north of Jiazhuang.

Countless crimson flags fluttered in the wind above the wilderness, the wind and snow disappeared, and the sky and the earth were dark, and the sun and the west mountains, only the last bit of red light remained, and it was about to fall below the horizon.

Whether Dorgon wants it or not, the battle of Jarzhuang has now come to an end.

With the military order issued by Dolgon, the golden sound of the Qing army's large array also sounded in the army.

The Qing soldiers who were still fighting in the front were all slightly stunned, and they had not yet recovered from the fighting.

However, the habit of obeying military orders cultivated in their long-term battle formation career still made them obey this order and retreat.

Accompanied by the continuous sound of horns and the low and tactful sound of conchs, the Qing army all over the mountains retreated towards the western hormones like the ebbing tide of the sea.

Dorgon stood on the hillside, and the generals who had been standing at his side were ordered to lead the troops to retreat to the rear.

The Qing army receded like a falling tide, and countless banners were retreating towards the west.

The Battle of Jiazhuang ended in such a situation that no victory meant defeat.

Such heavy casualties were already unprecedented losses in so many years, and the losses in this army were probably more than 4,000 people.

Even if most of them are people from the Han Army Banner and the Mongolian Army Banner, with only the current seizures and gains, even if they go back, they will not be able to bypass Huang Taiji's punishment.

Dorgon clenched the whip in his hand, he had brought about the battle, and Yueto had never expressed his opinion.

At present, all the flags are damaged, but there is no gain, and the owners of each flag are afraid that they have a grudge against him in their hearts.

If Huang Taiji takes advantage of the topic to play, these flag owners will definitely fall into the ground, and when the time comes, most of the white flags under his hands will not be able to be saved.

He can't lose the banner owner, after Huang Taiji took the throne, in order to eliminate Huang Taiji's suspicions, he has always been respectful and good to Huang Taiji.

Even in many cases, he took the initiative to stand up and act as a sharp blade to clear the way for it, which has come to his current status.

Huang Taiji thought about his reputation, and he might be an idle prince like Dai Shan, but after that, he would never want to touch any power again.

Withdrawing from the stage of power, completely retiring from all kinds of affairs, how could Dorgon be willing to do such a thing.

And if he loses the position of the banner master, I am afraid that in addition to these banner owners who suffered heavy losses in the battle of Jiazhuang, the dissidents he swept away for Huang Taiji at the beginning will also join forces to get rid of him.

He is not a substitute for goodness, and there are not many people who offend for benevolence.

It's his words, I'm afraid it's even difficult to retire and die well.

There was a gleam in Dorgon's eyes, and with his character, it was naturally impossible for him to accept such an end.

Huang Taiji's body is sick, and his body has become weaker and weaker over the years, and it is not as good as year after year.

I don't know why, but in the dark, Dolgon had a premonition that Huang Taiji's life was imminent......

Dolgon's eyes narrowed, staring at the Ming army in the distance.

The Battle of Jiazhuang did not achieve the result he wanted, not only to erect prestige, but on the contrary to damage it.

He must reverse all this before leaving the customs and make up for all the losses, otherwise after leaving the customs, it will be his retirement period.

Dolgon's gaze passed over Jiazhuang, and then swept past the Ming army slowly approaching from the north, all the way to the southeast.

If you think about it carefully, although the battle of Jiazhuang was not completely victorious.

But paying such a heavy price is not without gains.

After this battle, the Xuan army under Lu Xiangsheng was afraid that it would not have much strength to fight again.

And there are not many Shaanxi troops under Sun Chuanting's command.

If you think about it this way, you may still be able to go according to the original plan......

Dolgon's eyes were slightly dark, and he took one last look at the red flag still standing in the middle of the village, and then pulled the reins, and the guards who were on his side joined the army retreating westward.

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"Long live !!"

All the Ming troops in Jiazhuang Zhuang raised their blades high and howled wildly.

Their long-suppressed emotions were finally released with the retreat of the Qing army.

The heartstrings that had been tense also relaxed at this moment.

Many of the soldiers of the Xuan army even collapsed directly to the ground.

"When Sun Junmen heard that Jiannu had gathered in Shunde Mansion, he immediately led me and others to come to help, but unfortunately the road was far away, and after all, it was still a step too late."

Chen Wang stepped forward to meet Lu Xiangsheng and sat down, after he led the cavalry to break away from the Qing army's formation, the Qing army's formation soon sounded the golden sound of retreat, and he was able to receive Lu Xiangsheng effortlessly.

Lu Xiangsheng's armor had already been dyed bloody, his face and neck were covered with blood, his armor was covered with scars, and there were a lot of arrows.

At that time, he saw the arrow embedded in Lu Xiangsheng's left chest, and his heart chuckled, but fortunately, the arrow did not penetrate the armor.

Lu Xiangsheng was wearing a water-mill armor on the outside, and a chain mail and cotton armor on the inside, a total of three layers, and the arrow finally hung on the nail leaf of the innermost cotton armor and did not penetrate.

It's just that Lu Xiangsheng is fine, but it doesn't mean that other people are fine.

"Lao Du...... You ......"

Hu Dawei's eyes were quick, and he took the first step to support Du Wenhuan.

The sudden sound of noise also made everyone look at it.

Chen Wangxun followed the prestige and happened to see Du Wenhuan with a painful expression.

At this time, he noticed that Du Wenhuan was white and scary except for the blood on his face.

Just in Du Wenhuan's abdomen, a circular wound appeared to be a wound caused by a spear.

The armor Du Wenhuan was wearing could not block this fatal wound, and dark red blood was pouring out along the outer edge of the armor.

"Wen Huan!"

Lu Xiangsheng was stunned for a moment, his eyes were red, and he stood up from the chair, he didn't know what was going on.

"I'm fine......"

Du Wenhuan sat down slowly under the support of Hu Dawei, his expression was much more relaxed than at the beginning, not as painful as at first, and he even smiled.

"I'm just a little tired."

Although Du Wenhuan said that he was fine, everyone noticed that the blood flowing from Du Wenhuan's wound was getting slower and less.

Du Wenhuan sat on the chair, his abdomen was no longer as painful as before, he felt that his body was getting colder and colder, and his strength was slowly disappearing from his body.

Du Wenhuan raised his head and looked at the Qing army that was slowly retreating in the distance, and his heart was calm.

At dusk, the sky was blood-red, all reflected in Du Wenhuan's eyes.

Du Wenhuan stared at the sunset in the distance, which was about to disappear completely below the horizon.

He knew that his life was coming to an end, but in the last moments, there was not the slightest fear in his heart.

After years of hiding, he was tired and tired.

He didn't want to hide anymore, and he didn't want to hide anymore.

It's just a pity that everything is already too late.

However, there is nothing to regret now.

In the battle of Jiazhuang, they won after all.

Since the beginning of Jiannu, the first big victory was in Jiazhuang.

The red glow of the sky faded, and the setting sun finally set below the horizon, obscuring all its light.

The pitch-black curtain slowly fell from the sky.

The red light faded, the curtain fell, and darkness enveloped the entire world in an instant.

The stars above the sky were dim, the heavens and the earth were dim, and it was almost impossible to see five fingers when stretching out one's hand.

The firelight was lit again, and everyone's vision was restored, but Du Wenhuan was already sitting on the chair and closed his eyes.

The number of words in this chapter is not enough, but if you write it again, it will be delayed, and tomorrow a chapter will be made up to 6,000 words

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