The sight of Manchurian soldiers desperately fighting to flee all over the mountains has become the most eye-catching scenery in the Three Gorges area.

Since Jiashen, there has never been.

I was stunned by the green battalion, stunned by the surrendered army, and stunned by the people who left their hometowns and traveled thousands of miles to work as cattle and horses.

Countless pairs of eyes stared at each other, and countless question marks emerged: True Tartar, is this the ability?

There are those who whisper, there are those who gloat, there are those who despise and loathe, and there are even more who are remorseful!

"Alas, it's over, it's over!"

Yang Maoxun, the governor of Huguang, sat down on the ground in a hurry, and actually cried out in a broken voice.

The majesty of the Eight Banners was once destroyed here, and it was ruined by the fool Mulima!

This battle spread out, and the Qing Dynasty did not die in the Ming Dynasty, but also in the future in the future by Wu Sangui's gang of thieves.

Tu Hai also clenched his fists with hatred for the tragic situation in front of him, and the green tendons in his neck bulged.

If he could, he would have slaughtered Mulima with one sword!

The defeat is like a mountain, and there is no way to save it.

It's getting dark, and no matter how much Tuhai and Yang Maoxun hate the incompetent Mulima right now, it is impossible for them to redeem the defeat.

Now it will not help to drive the troops and the green battalion up.

The only way to do this is to send people to pick up the retired Manchurian disciples and strive to die a few.

But what Tuhai and Yang Maoxun didn't expect was that the Ming army, which had been fighting with the Manchurian Eight Banners for a day on Huanglong Mountain, actually rushed down the mountain and bit the fleeing Manchurian disciples like a group of fierce tigers.

Full in front, bright in the back.

Just on the mountainous area within a radius of a few square miles, you chase me.

From time to time, tired Manchurian children were beheaded to the ground by the Ming army.

The collapsed Eight Banners of Manchuria completely lost their formation, and instead of fighting for their own lives, they fled for their lives.

No one cares about anyone, and no one wants to care about anyone.

At this moment, the whole fucking hate Eniang gave him two legs less!

"Chase!"

In order to increase the speed, there were hundreds of soldiers of the Ming army who directly unloaded their armor like Wang Wu.

Xu Lin, Dumb, Gou Yu, Jiang Tiancheng, Zhang Tianfang, Ma Sizhong and others all rushed to the front, and they couldn't wait to have wings on their backs and fly in front of the routing Tartar to block them.

There were actually not many Ming troops who went down the mountain to pursue.

There were less than two thousand people.

Even though the casualties of the Ming army were not large in the continuous fighting, they also lost nearly 1,000 soldiers, and many of them were injured and physically exhausted.

The soldiers of the Ming army, which were less than 2,000, thrust into the fleeing Manchurian soldiers from different directions like several sharp arrows, and everywhere they went, they were like cutting tofu with a big knife and entering a no-man's land.

"Don't cut, don't cut, I surrender, surrender!"

Under the desperate pursuit of the Ming army, some Manchurian children who couldn't run directly "pounced" and knelt on the ground to beg for surrender to the Ming army!

Not one, but batches.

There are hundreds of people, and there are several people.

Surrender spread like a plague, quickly spreading to all the defeated troops.

There were so many prisoners that the pursuing Ming army could not spare their hands to contain them.

Wang Wu didn't want to pay attention to these frightened Manchurian soldiers, and only rushed towards the Qing defense line with a sword.

He wants to take this opportunity to break the Qing army's defense line again and push the battle line outward!

Gain enough respite and rest time for the Maolu Mountain base area in order to win the final breakout battle.

"Come down the mountain with me to catch the tartars!"

Seeing that there was no one to guard the Tartar captives, the head of Fuchenzi Dao hurriedly organized the people in the mountains to go down the mountain.

Under the management of Li Laiheng, the base area served as a soldier in wartime and a civilian in leisure time, and the army and the people were integrated long ago.

The officers and soldiers won the battle, and no one took so many Tartars to the mountain!

"Go down the mountain and catch the tartars!"

"Zhang Er's family, you go get the rope!"

"Sanniang, don't take a flat burden, there are knives thrown by the Tartars below!"

"Sixth master, don't go at such an old age!"

"What nonsense, when I ruled the world with Lao Chuangwang, your baby was still in your father's belly!"

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With the sound of gongs, all the men, women and children of the stele pavilion village poured down the mountain.

Wan Si, a blind man who had not recovered from his injuries, together with Zhang Beiqiu and others, saw that the women and children had gone down to help, and as a group of old men, they were embarrassed to lie there, and they also went down the mountain to help with hundreds of lightly injured people.

It was discovered that it was the "guerrillas" who escorted them up the mountain, but none of the Manchurian Eight Banners, who were the central forbidden army of the Qing Dynasty, had the heart to escape, and they did not even have the heart to resist, so they obediently tied themselves with ropes according to the requirements of the "guerrillas."

Then one by one, they lined up in a long line and walked up the mountain.

When they hit a place that is difficult to walk, they jump over one by one.

Look, it's like a bunch of zombies.

"Be honest, whoever is not honest will abolish him!"

The two cousins, Nu Dahai and Anergen, also joined the escort of the captives with the Manchurian soldiers, who had surrendered yesterday.

Very hard-working and very positive.

Even, the cousins' expressions were very pleasant to watch.

It seems that the more captives they caught, the happier they became

"Lao Qi, the fifth master is here, what are you doing!"

Qi Yikui hurried to the chief soldier, and before he could speak, the chief soldier gave him such a sentence with a bang.

"Fifth Master?"

Qi Yikui wondered: Yesterday he was still called a brother and a brother, but now he is a senior?

Also, the situation is different now, and it's a bit pressing.

If you put forward your own opinions at the moment, you must not be able to fight, but if you don't fight, you can't explain to the above.

So, just let the people below put three guns into the air, just mean it.

It's impossible for the fifth master to really want to surprise them.

As soon as Niu Wancheng heard that this method was good, both sides could explain it, and immediately let the relatives go down to arrange it.

However, what made Lao Niu depressed was that he didn't hear the sound of the gun after waiting for a long time.

Over there, General Mu has already led the Manchurian master to retreat in, and if he doesn't fight a few times, the general will come back to his senses and have his good!

Angrily brought people to the front line.

The stomach is bulging, but the person is suffocated.

The battalion soldiers at the pile defense line squatted on the ground one by one, refusing to let go at all.

I refuse to let it go to the sky!

Then, I don't know who got up and ran first, in short, thousands of people hula and ran away.

The green battalion ran away, and the army also blew up.

Before the Ming army reached the defensive line, the Qing army ran away.

The only one left to help the people watched stupidly.

After Wang Wu crossed the defense line with his men, he saw Niu Wancheng squatting on the ground with hundreds of people.

Seeing the familiar face, Niu Wancheng hurriedly got up and said, "Fifth Master, you are auspicious!" ”

"Hmm, Fifth Master?"

Wang Wu also wondered: It stands to reason that Lao Niu should call him the eighth master.

didn't have time to think about the difference between five and eight, and the long knife pointed at Niu Wancheng: "What about Taijun?" ”

"Huh?!"

Niu Wancheng was stunned when he heard this.

Realizing that the statement was wrong, Wang Wu hurriedly asked where Mulima had gone.

"Ran!"

Niu Wancheng pointed backwards.

Just before the fifth master came over, General Jingxi led the Huguang Governor and a group of senior generals, probably in the direction of Xingshan.

Wang Wu was surprised: "Then why don't you run?" ”

Lao Niu smiled with him: "The fifth master treats the prisoners preferentially, is honest and righteous, and there is no reason to run away from his humble position." ”

"Be serious, I'm a soldier, you're a thief!"

Wang Wu felt that he was not too good to this guy, making this guy thicker and thicker-skinned.

"Isn't this trying to lead the way for the fifth master?"

Lao Niu told the truth, he wanted to ask the fifth master for a favor, that is, to send Mulima to see his mother.

Otherwise, his old cow will definitely be used as a scapegoat.