Warriors are not easily defeated.

Li Zicheng regained his spirits and arrived at Jiugongshan in early February, where he prepared to join Hao Shaoqi and then retreat to northeastern Sichuan.

Gao Yigong, Yuan Zongdi, Tian Jianxiu, Liu Tiren and other cronies are all over there.

However, he didn't wait for Hao Shaoqi, but waited for the Liaodong Army.

Azig's forward troops caught up with Li Zicheng, and the two armies fought fiercely, and the demoralized Dashun army was defeated, and Li Zicheng and Li Shuangxi led twenty horsemen to flee from Jiugong Mountain to Tongshan.

A few days later, on a cold and windy morning, in the desolate mountains north of Huguang and north of Jiugong Mountain, with dense trees and silence on the sheep's intestine path, stood a group of disheveled cavalry, about twenty people.

A burly cavalryman with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a long beard, is like the statue of the king in the Longmen Grottoes - the treasure is solemn and majestic.

He held the reins of the former in one hand, and held a broken banner tightly in the other.

The banner carries a tassel made of snow-white horsehair and a silver spear with a white glittering spear, and the center of the flag is embroidered with a large character "Shun" in black satin.

He had snatched it back from the enemy's ranks, and he still had the scars on his body from the enemy's bullets.

He stood on a high hill, and the cold wind was blowing, which was especially cold, and his breath could make his beard crumble into ice.

Most of the soldiers behind him were thin-clothed, dirty and torn, and many of them had patches of dried blood on their clothes, especially on their sleeves.

"It seems that Double Happiness will not be back for a while, brothers, get off your horse and rest." As he spoke, Li Zicheng jumped off the horse flexibly, and the hilt of his sword touched something, making a pleasant metallic sound.

When all the soldiers had dismounted, he glanced at everyone cordially, and when he saw the dejected expressions of everyone, he smiled and said:

"Don't be sad, we still have an army of 100,000 in northeast Sichuan, as long as we cross Huguang and arrive in northeast Sichuan, we can make a comeback."

"Your Majesty, can we really 'make a comeback?' Enemy...... The enemy's firearms are too fierce for us to beat." Someone frowned.

"The enemy is fierce, but we can learn from him. As long as we reach the southwest, relying on the mountains and rivers, we can take the enemy around in circles in the mountains, and win more than few at any time. When we have established ourselves, we will also learn to forge firearms."

"Your Majesty is right, as long as Your Majesty is still there, and the brothers are there, there is no river that cannot be crossed."

"Yes!"

Seeing that everyone's atmosphere was improving, Li Zicheng's face showed a hint of relief.

"Liu Jin!"

"Yes, what does Your Majesty command?"

"Follow me to the front."

"Huh? Isn't General Lee already exploring the way?"

"He's going northwest, I'm going north."

"Oh."

Li Zicheng patted the shoulder of the soldier named Liu Jin and straightened his saddle.

Despite being the emperor, Li Zicheng's outfit has not changed.

He always wore an old white pointed felt hat that was often worn by northern peasants, but the tip of the hat was folded off.

Because it was the beginning of February, the temperature had not yet warmed up. The cotton armor was covered with a half-worn plain cloth robe, all the buttons on the robe were loose, but it was tied with a war belt to make it easier to take off in battle.

He carried a bow on his back, a sword hanging from his waist, and a cowhide quiver painted with vermilion lacquer and gold, and a dozen carved arrows stuck in it.

This quiver has followed him for many years, spanning most of the Ming Dynasty, and has been battle-hardened, and some places have worn out.

And the whole quiver has almost faded in the wind and sun, rain and snow over the years.

Such an ordinary warrior's attire, if it weren't for someone to recognize him, no one would have thought that he had once ascended the throne as an emperor in Beijing.

After arranging the saddle, Li Zicheng and Liu Jin got on the horse together and explored the road north along the sheep intestine path.

Before leaving, Li Zicheng didn't know why, and Zhuma looked back at everyone

Eye.

Everyone had a resolute look on their faces.

Li Zicheng liked this expression, and it was precisely by relying on a spirit of unyielding that he came out of the sea of corpses and blood.

He waved to his men and turned to ride away.

In the eyes of the soldiers, he and Liu Jin disappeared into the rain and mist mountain road.

Tongshan is located in the south of Wuchang and Chongyang to the west.

Li Zicheng wanted to take a short rest in Tongshan County, and then march to Chongyang in the southwest, avoiding the large army in the north, and taking Hunan into the northeastern Sichuan region.

On the mountain road, there was silence.

Only the gurgling sound sounded slightly.

"Yo, Liu Jin, you're hungry." Li Zicheng asked with a smile.

"Nope." Liu Jin replied and smiled embarrassedly.

"I'm hungry, I'm hungry."

Li Zicheng said with some apologies, "It's all because I'm incompetent and can't lead the brothers to eat and clothe themselves."

"Your Majesty, Weichen followed His Majesty to beat Sun Chuanting, beat Yang Chengying, and went to the Jingshi Palace to sit down, married a beautiful wife, and is already very content in this life."

"Hahaha, what's wrong with me, I actually want you to comfort me." Li Zicheng smiled a little bitterly.

"Perhaps, there will always be times when people are vulnerable." Liu Jin pretended to be a scholar and said in a slightly witty tone.

"You've learned a lot." Li Zicheng's words changed, "Let me ask you, what do you want to eat most at the moment?"

"Flatbread."

"It's not promising, why don't you want to eat braised pork."

"Meat, leave it for the wounded soldiers, I just have the bread."

"What a ......"

Before Li Zicheng could finish speaking, he saw more than a dozen people dressed as farmers with rudimentary weapons in their hands coming out of the forest.

"Who are you?" Li Zicheng asked.

"Hmph, you don't care who Lao Tzu is, leave the money to buy the road." There was a goatee man on the other side and replied with a sneer.

"It turned out to be a little thief." Li Zicheng smiled contemptuously, "Those who know each other will disappear from my eyes."

"Fart." The goatee spat out, "Since you don't have any money, leave your life behind."

Li Zicheng saw that there were many people on the other side, and the people who came were not good, and he knew that the situation was not good, so he shouted, "Liu Jin, go quickly, I'll block it." Jump off your horse and draw your sword in your hand.

"I'm not leaving!" Liu Jin also pulled out the Yanling knife on his waist.

Li Zicheng shouted without looking back, "Go and call someone, I'll resist for a while."

Seeing that the other party was coming over, Liu Jin turned around and galloped away.

His Majesty has been through a hundred battles and should be able to deal with it for a while, Liu Jin thought, and quickly moved the rescue soldiers.

Li Zicheng faced more than ten people alone, and he was not afraid.

At the goatee's signal, several soldiers with spears poked over, and Li Zicheng brandished his sword to remove the tip of the enemy's spear, and relied on his nimble body to cut down two.

"***, it's quite a stick!" Goatee was annoyed and angry, "Let's go up together, chop this ***."

Li Zicheng's two fists were invincible with four hands, forcing back several people in front of him, and was pierced by the tip of the gun behind him.

"Yikes!" Li Zicheng pulled out the tip of the gun behind his back, his mouth was full of blood, and he roared and rushed towards the person who stabbed him.

Someone stabbed Li Zicheng in the leg again.

Li Zicheng stiffened, never kneeling down due to a leg injury, and the blood flowed like an infusion.

Like a proud male lion, facing a pack of hyenas, although he is seriously injured, he is still arrogant.

Facing the enemies surging from all directions, Li Zicheng let out a final roar, and the mountains and forests shook.