"The thief wants to persuade me to surrender?!"

Ta Agang, who has been choked with half a life left, thinks this is a big joke!

Regardless of the choking smoke entering his lungs with every breath, he shouted at the armored people in front and behind him with a knife: "This is a trick of the Han people, they will never let us go, and we Manchurian warriors cannot surrender to the Han people even if they die!" ”

When I shouted, I couldn't stop coughing, and I almost coughed my lungs out.

As soon as Ta'a finished speaking, more than a dozen ropes were thrown down from the top of the cliff above.

After that, the Ming army also shouted: "Listen to the Tartars below, this is to give you the last chance to live!" If you are willing to surrender, our army will pull down the rope three times with your hands, and we will pull you up when we receive the flood number! Otherwise, you will either be choked to death or burned alive! ”

As if to prove that the trapped Manchurian soldiers really had no way to live, the Ming army above threw some quilts down, and the other was bundles of wood.

Not dry wood, but branches that have just been cut down from the forest.

The kind that smokes when it burns.

The fire suddenly increased, and the smoke increased.

An air of despair hung over the face of every Manchurian soldier.

"No one can descend, no one can lose the face of their ancestors!"

"The Eight Banners must not surrender to the Han Chinese!"

"Whoever dares to surrender, the court will definitely kill his whole family, kill his whole family!"

“”

Fearing that his Manchurian disciples would really surrender to the Han people, Ta Agang half-squinted, trying to rush from this cloud of smoke to another cloud of smoke, and kept roaring and deterring.

However, he still saw that several young flagmen had reached for the ropes.

"Cowards, do you want to be traitors to Manchuria, and you want your relatives to be unable to hold their heads up for the rest of your life!"

Enraged, Taa Gang swung his knife and slashed a young boy who was pulling the rope down three times.

As a result, the moment the Manchurian soldier fell, the rope that was originally hanging there was suddenly pulled back by the Ming army above.

Never threw it back down.

Obviously, the Ming army tried to tell the trapped Manchurian soldiers through this move - one more rope will give one more person to live, and one less rope will kill one more person!

Panic is spreading, and the desire to survive is not something that a dying man like Taagang can forcibly suppress.

"Lord Saling, we can't bear it, it's too choking!"

Several Manchurian disciples with eyes full of longing for life wiped tears and coughed and pleaded with their leaders.

What he got was the threat that whoever surrendered would kill him.

"You don't want to live, you can't die with us!"

The two young bannermen, choked on the smoke and on the verge of collapse, glanced at each other, and at the same time rushed at Ta Agang, and then together they pushed their leader off the cliff with all his might.

This is a pair of cousins, the cousin's name is Nudahai, and the cousin's name is Anergen.

When the screams of the falling Taa Gang were still in their ears, the two cousins desperately grabbed the two ropes, shouting that they would like to surrender, and while pulling down three times.

In the disbelieving eyes of the rest of the Manchurian soldiers, the two cousins were really pulled up by the Ming army.

"Come on, the Ming army really won't kill us!"

Soon, the two cousins acted as messengers of persuasion.

Constantly shouting in Chinese and Manchurian to the companions below who were still hesitating.

At this time, the highest rank of the remnants of the Manchurian Eight Banners was the leader of the Eight Banners, and he did not prevent his young men from surrendering like the leader Ta Agang, but he would not surrender either.

His braids and eyebrows were burned, and he felt that every breath was extremely difficult, so he staggered up and walked to the edge of the cliff, and jumped down violently.

Behind him was a group of Manchurian children who were pulling the rope wildly.

"Pull me up, I'm willing to surrender, willing to surrender!"

"I, Tong Jia Nyima, am also willing to surrender! Please, pull me up! ”

"What are you doing, I got this rope first!"

"Ugh!"

"Don't rob, don't mess around, one by one, what are you doing!"

The young Manchurian disciples did not have the courage to follow the Lingqi master to jump off the cliff, but they had the courage to surrender to the Han Chinese.

But it was impossible for them to survive with more than a dozen ropes, and in the scramble, the Eight Banners, who were also Manchurian disciples, naturally began to fight among themselves.

There were Manchurian soldiers who couldn't grab the rope and even waved their knives in despair to cut the rope!

In the end, only 35 Manchurian soldiers managed to reach the top of the cliff and became the lucky ones in the final battle to extinguish the Ming Dynasty

The 8th Commander of the Right Wing and the 5th Commander of the Right Wing were defeated, and the 7th Commander of the Left Wing and the 3rd Commander were also defeated.

The seventh staff leader and the first assistant leader, who attacked from the mountain road, were driven all the way to the foot of the mountain by the Ming army.

During the retreat, Chakdan, the commander of the left flank, accidentally tripped over a large stump and sprained the root of his foot, and when he struggled to get up, his body was grabbed, and then a dagger was reached under his neck.

"Abaaba!"

After the dumb man excitedly wiped off the Manchurian officer who had fallen on his heels, he happily led people to chase down the Manchurian soldiers who were running around in the forest.

Under the chaos, many of these Manchurian soldiers lost their sense of direction.

After running in the forest for a long time, I realized that they were still in the forest.

Leader Baduli and several armored men were blocked by the Ming army, looking at the Ming army approaching from all sides, Baduli brazenly raised his knife and roared and rushed up.

"Cut!"

Zhang Tianfang waved his right hand violently, and dozens of soldiers armed with broadswords cut down the stubborn Manchurian leader, and several other armored people were also turned into a puddle of meat by the Ming army's broadsword.

If nothing else, they will be the best fertilizer for this barren mountainous region.

The simultaneous collapse of the three directions made the deputy capital commander Santu, who had participated in the battle, lose the direction of attack, and also made the Manchurian soldiers with the two Niu Lu at hand lose the courage to fight.

Santu, who knew that he was irretrievable, did not take the last two Niu Lu up the mountain to fight desperately with the Ming army, but immediately collected his troops and retreated to the defense line.

On the mountain, there were Ming troops chasing and killing Manchurian soldiers.

The Ming army, which descended from above, constantly slashed the exhausted Manchurian soldiers who were running with their backs exposed below to the ground, and blood was sprinkled from the mountainside to the foot of the mountain.

Those Manchurian soldiers who were high in the eyes of the Han people in the past, and the mighty Eight Banners Iron Cavalry, lost their lives one by one in this mountain range.

In this process, some Manchurian children still showed the bloody nature of their fathers and ancestors, but unfortunately these people did not even have the opportunity to fight hand-to-hand with the Ming army, so they were slashed by the swarming Ming army, stabbed to death with spears, shot to death by arrows, and beaten to death by guns.

The Qing defense line sounded the horn of the troops.

The sun is about to set in the west, and the night will once again cover every inch of Huanglong Mountain.

The original earth-shattering shouts of killing gradually stopped, and were replaced by cheers erupting from the Ming army everywhere.

In stark contrast, the tens of thousands of Qing troops were frighteningly quiet.

The face of the great general Mulima is also ugly and scary, like a flattering bucket.

It stinks very much.