"Brother Yaowu is really like a god."

Guo Sheng, the former governor sent by the tiger marshal Li Laiheng to help in the battle, looked at the Qing army's defense line in the distance and felt a feeling.

The Fuchen Taoist on the side also sighed with emotion: "Soldiers, attack the city for the bottom, attack the heart for the top, make such a thief, the general is afraid that it will be difficult to ride a tiger if it is true, and he can't wipe his face and wants to fight with us." ”

"I'm not afraid of him working hard, I'm afraid he won't work hard!"

Wang Wu smiled, the reason why he asked the soldiers and the dozens of Manchurian prisoners to shout in front of the formation was indeed to stimulate Mulima to send all the Eight Banners of the Beijing camp to play with him.

As long as he can cripple the Eight Banners in Beijing and expose the truth of the Eight Banners Paper Tiger in advance, he doesn't believe that Wu Sangui is not moved!

Coupled with the text "The one who is dressed is the emperor" spread in the name of the fake Han Wang Jianguo, I dare not say that it can immediately make Wu Sangui's gang move, and at least it can raise a few Yang and Yin masters for the Qing court.

There is no way, in this situation, it is too difficult for the lone army of Maolu Mountain to fight alone!

Therefore, there is an urgent need for a change in the general trend.

Even a trivial change could loosen the rope around the neck of the Ming army a little.

Mulima is really crazy.

Before dawn, the Qing army's defense line was full of drums and cannons.

The two yellow and two blue flags that were not dispatched yesterday were all dispatched, and the remnants of the two red and two blue cattle were also put on armor and were caught up by Mulima to the front line.

Put all one’s eggs in one basket!

Mulima wants to prove that he is not a big straw bag that the thief calls him a thief.

No one stopped Mulima, who had the seal of General Jingxi in his hand and could cut first and then play at any time.

Even Tuhai was almost arrested on the spot by Mulima during a fierce dispute with Mulima.

Helplessly, Tuhai had no choice but to send a message to Li Guoying, the governor of Sichuan, and Zheng Jiaolin, the governor of Sichuan, as the general of Dingxi, and asked the main force of the Qing army in Sichuan to advance to Huanglongshan within three days.

It's the worst-case scenario.

If the Manchurian Eight Banners were defeated again, the battle would have to be fought by the Green Battalion.

At present, I don't care about what the Qing army in Sichuan thinks about the defeat of Manchuria.

There are severity and severity of illness.

Yang Maoxun, the governor of Huguang, also secretly sent people back to Wuchang and asked the governor Zhang Changgeng to quickly levy 100,000 people.

Once Mulima was defeated, he immediately strengthened the line of defense of the piles, and accepted the advice of the martyred deputy commander Hebusso to build another trench 150 miles long inside and outside the piles, so as not to let the thieves stand out.

In order to prove his bravery, and by no means to regard the lives of his Manchurian disciples as a mustard, Mulima not only ordered his son Surma to charge on the front line in armor, but also personally supervised Goshha to go into battle.

I was stupid to look at the generals of the surrendered army and the green battalion.

Green camps privately do the opening of the bank, abound.

It is rumored that the chief soldier has the biggest gamble there.

Less than ten taels of silver will not be charged.

In this way, more than 7,000 Manchurian disciples who came to Yanjing were forced to embark on the road of no return by the cerebral convulsive Mulima.

The battle is almost a day!

By evening, Huanglong Mountain was almost stained red with blood.

In the dense forests, deep streams, and streams, there were the corpses of Manchurian soldiers who had died in battle.

Some of the corpses were even white and swollen from the blisters of the stream.

The distance from the top of the mountain to the halfway point of the mountain is the place where the Manchurian soldiers suffered the most casualties, and there are discarded weapons and helmets everywhere, and in some places it is a real flesh grinding field, the existence of meat grinders.

Mulima's son, Surma, and dozens of Manchurian soldiers who rushed forward in iron armor were smashed into a puddle of flesh by a huge stone mill that fell from the sky.

There are no bones left.

Despair, utter despair.

"General, give the order to withdraw!"

Sobai, the deputy commander of the Zhenghuang Banner, cried and begged Mulima to withdraw his troops and leave a little blood for the children of the Eight Banners of the Beijing camp who went out this time.

When the battle is reached here, there is no hope of victory, and there is no point in continuing.

However, Mulima, whose head looked like he had been kicked by a donkey, still waved the general's flag and sent the last three Niu Lu, who remained intact.

The deputy capital, Santu, was also wounded, and like the crazy Mulima, he stared at the red flag fluttering in the wind on the top of the mountain.

His eyes were full of hatred and unwillingness.

"Kill the thief!"

Regardless of his injuries, Santu, who had a hideous face, took Goshha around him to force the already frightened Manchurian disciples to turn back and fight again with the Ming army.

From east to west, from top to bottom, Huanglongshan has become a real cemetery, burying one young Manchurian son after another in it.

Santu, who was seriously injured, was slashed by Wang Wuyi.

The remnant sun was like blood, and the sight was full of corpses and frightened Manchurian soldiers who had been killed by the Ming army.

The knife stepped forward and slashed down, and a Red Army flag fell in response.

The yellow flag fell.

The blue flag fell.

One Manchurian flag after another was cut off by the Ming army in different places.

Mulima's heart ached, and the piles of Manchurian corpses on the mountain in front of him made him angry, and made him almost faint like a big stone in his chest.

"Why should I suffer this great shame!"

In desperation, Mulima tried to commit suicide to escape the infamy and ridicule of the war, but was snatched out by the loyal Goshkha and rushed towards his own defenses.

General Jingxi's banner was also rushing to the rear.

"Withdraw, withdraw!"

At the foot of the mountain, the Manchurian Eight Banners, who were still struggling to support the Ming army, completely collapsed and ran to the rear desperately.

"Great victory, great victory, Brother Yaowu!"

Former Governor Guo Sheng was speechless with excitement at the scene in front of him, for more than 20 years, it was the first time he had killed Dongnu so heartily, and it was the first time he had seen Dongnu killed by himself!

"Good, good!"

At this moment, he thought of the master who died in battle, the brothers who died for the country, and the persistence of ten years in this Maolu Mountain!

It's all worth it.

After the Manchurian soldiers were defeated and fled, they had to clean up the battlefield, count the materials, and prepare for the next larger-scale offensive of the Qing army.

After all, the Qing army still has a steady stream of soldiers.

However, a scene happened that surprised everyone.

Wang Wu, the general soldier of Huguang, suddenly raised the big knife in his hand into the air, and shouted the order: "If you can still breathe, follow me to kill Mulima!" ”

"Go and kill Mulima!"

With the transmission of military orders, the exhausted soldiers of the Ming army still rushed out from every corner of Huanglong Mountain and roared towards the Qing army's defense line.

At the forefront was the blood-red banner.

Under it, it is Wang Wu who is holding a big knife.

Niu Wancheng, who had been watching the play, found that the Ming army was chasing the Manchurian soldiers and rushed towards his defense line, and for no reason he was shocked, and when he was about to call Qi Yikui, the personal soldier Ding next to him shouted: "My lord, the Ming thief has been killed!" ”

"Damn, what a thief!"

Niu Wancheng angrily threw a big slap on Ding's face, "It's the fifth master who has arrived!" ”