Zhang Fu glanced back at where the Chinese army was, and his eyes were full of dense Tatar cavalry, symbolizing that the dragon flag of the Son of Heaven had been cut off.

He closed his eyes in agony.

In this battle, Da Ming lost, lost completely!

In this battle, no matter how hard he worked and made great achievements, it would be difficult to atone for his sins.

Zhang Fu smiled miserably, with tears in his laughter, he wanted to draw his sword and kill himself, but looking at the Ming soldiers who were still fighting fiercely, he didn't dare to die.

The soldiers are still desperately resisting, they are already very tired, but behind them are reinforcements, and they are still fighting for the vitality that basically does not exist.

They didn't know the truth, but Zhang Fu knew very well that reinforcements were coming, but the reinforcements couldn't save them.

Can't ask for benevolence, can't take righteousness, Zhang Fu closed his eyes, his heart was like frying.

He was already old, but at this moment he was like a witherer.

After a moment, Zhang Fu opened his eyes, his gaze resolute.

He can't fall, he wants to kill as many Tartars as possible, relieve the pressure on the reinforcements that come over, and make the last effort for Daming.

This battle is destined to be tragic!

"Array!"

……

"Kill !!"

Shi Heng also went crazy, the battle had been going on for almost an hour, but their advance speed was pitiful.

The foot soldiers had a natural disadvantage in the face of cavalry, and even with the help of artillery, it was not enough to make up for it.

The three battalions of the Ming army are by no means in vain, but the problem is that in the current situation, the three battalions cannot give full play to their due combat power.

Zhu Di fought in the battle of Hulan and lost temperature, interpreting the combat power of the three major battalions to the extreme, and inventing the three-plate axe fighting method, which killed Yuan Renke.

The Shenji battalion was bombarded with firearms, and the cavalry of the three thousand battalions rushed, and after one set of the Yuan people was defeated, they used the five military battalions to end the battle.

This style of play is the correct way to use the 3,000 battalions.

But Shi Heng does not have this level, ability is one thing, and more because he has 18,000 people, and he is not a complete combat establishment.

Zhu Qizhen brought the remaining nearly 10,000 cavalry after the battle, but he had no cavalry at all, and firearms could not keep up.

Sixteen thousand of the 18,000 were infantrymen, which really made it difficult for him.

Originally, the cavalry of the Ming army was very rich, but Wang Ji went to Luchuan and took almost all the cavalry with him, and Zhu Qizhen left a considerable part of the Gongwei Beijing Division, resulting in not many cavalry coming to fight.

Of course, the main reason is that Zhu Qizhen is too conceited and looks down on his neighbor Tatar from the bottom of his heart.

If you had brought all the cavalry, it might not have turned out to be like this.

"Kill, kill me." Shi Heng's neck was bruised, his heart was trembling, in such a situation, could the emperor still be safe and sound? óΠъ.oяＧ

The thought that the emperor might be martyred made him feel numb in his scalp.

"Damn, where's Li Qipin?" Shi Heng was furious.

He is still counting on Li Qing to carry the pot, if Li Qing dies, he will still carry the pot!

Looking at the chaotic battlefield in front of him, Shi Heng was cold and scolded: "Damn, most of Li Qipin on this dog day is a hiccup, he has been dead for a hundred years, who is Lao Tzu looking for?" ”

Shi Heng seemed to see a big cauldron and was smashing it at him.

Of course, the dead Li Qing can still take the blame, but in comparison, the living Li Qing is better.

People die and the debts are gone, but the court didn't say this, someone has to pick it up, and Shi Heng, as the chief military officer of Datong, is to blame.

The ...... of this dog's day Shi Heng gritted his teeth in anger, "Hit me, hit me hard, what about the artillery, hurry up and it!" ”

……

The sound of the battle shook the sky, rendering the battlefield to the extreme, both sides were fighting for their lives, but the balance of victory was tilted in favor of the Tartars.

However, the Tatars were not comfortable, their losses were smaller than those of the Great Ming, but not much smaller.

What's more, they are cavalry, and they should have made greater achievements, and the battle is like this, which is far lower than their psychological expectations.

That's it, but I didn't grab a single piece of food.

For them, this dispatch of troops is simply a loss to their grandmother's family.

A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour, half an hour, an hour......

The fierce fighting between the two sides became smaller and smaller as time went on, and almost stopped near evening.

Then the Tatars turned out to retreat on their own initiative.

Shi Heng was confused, and Zhang Fu was also confused.

They did not understand why the Tatars, with such a big advantage, did not continue the offensive, but began to retreat.

Is it because I'm tired?

The problem is that everyone is tired!

The two of them couldn't think about it, but they simply didn't think about it, and the result was always good.

"Quickly reorganize the army and go to the Chinese army to join the emperor." Shi Heng yelled.

"Reorganize the army and return to the Chinese army commander's camp." On the lookout, Zhang Fu finished issuing the military order, immediately galloped down, mounted a horse and rushed to the Chinese army at the fastest speed in his life.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhang Fu rode to the camp of the Chinese army commander.

Seeing Shuai Ying, the expression on his face suddenly froze, and the blood all over his body was cold.

The Shuai camp was razed to the ground, and Wang Zuo, the secretary of the household department, Cao Nai, the servant of the Ministry and the bachelor of the Hanlin Academy, Kuang Ye, the waiter of the military department, Deng Li, the right deputy envoy of the Imperial Envoy of the Metropolitan Inspection Academy, and Huang Yangzheng, the secretary of the Taichang Temple...... Dozens of civil servants all died tragically.

Among them, there are also the concubines who followed Zhu Qizhen's side, Du Jingyuan, Taining Hou Chen Ying, Xiangcheng Bo Li Zhen, Sui Anbo Chen Xun, Pingxiang Bo Chen Huai, Xiuwu Bo Shen Rong...... More than a dozen people died.

"Plop ——!"

Zhang Fu fell to his knees, with no trace of blood on his face, as if he was not alive.

Shi Heng, who had just rushed over, saw this scene, and suddenly his liver and gall were split, his hair was slightly fluffy, he was covering his head, his eyes were staring, and his jaw was about to fall to the ground.

Fear is not enough to describe Shi Heng's current mood, thriller, ultimate thriller!

This pot is so big that Li Qing can't carry it.

Shi Heng had the heart to die, and scolded Li Qing's eight-generation ancestors over and over again in his heart.

After a long time, Zhang Fu smiled miserably, suddenly pulled out the treasure knife and put it across his neck, and cried loudly in the sky: "Taizong, Renzong, Xuanzong, the ministers have the grace of the saint!" ”

"When the ——!"

Shi Heng's eyes were quick, and he picked up Zhang Fu's blade with a knife, and roared urgently: "Guogong, you can't think about it!" ”

As the saying goes, when the sky falls, there is a high top, if the British public comes to apologize for his crimes, then can he, the chief military officer, still live?

Just kidding, the back-bearer Li Qipin is dead, but the British duke-bearer can't be allowed to die anymore.

Shi Heng knew the stakes, hugged Zhang Fu and cried and persuaded him, lest he couldn't think of it and really wiped his neck.

"Guogong, the emperor is still uncertain, besides, the Tatars are only a temporary truce, and they will attack again at any time, for the emperor, for the sake of the Ming Dynasty, you have to cheer up!"

Shi Heng is also uncomfortable, but more importantly, he is uncomfortable for his future and fate.

In fact, the result is already obvious, the emperor has not found it yet, but... It is self-evident how the fate will be, under the chaos of the army, the emperor's life is no more expensive than the big head soldier Jin.

"Come on, light the torch and go to find the emperor!" Shi Heng hugged Zhang Fu and turned around and yelled.

Zhang Fu was reminded by Shi Heng and gradually broke free from the state of despair.

Yes, the battle is not over yet, and he can't die.

"Don't look for it." Zhang Fu said in a hoarse voice, "Assemble the army in case of a night attack by the Tatars." ”

Shi Heng was stunned and nodded decisively: "Listen to the British duke, the whole army!" ”

After that, he clasped his hands into fists and knelt on one knee: "Shi Heng, the last general of Datong, is willing to be a pawn of the country!" ”

He looked like he was not afraid of death: "What the prince of the country says, what will he do in the end, please let the state publicize." ”

Zhang Fu laughed miserably, he couldn't see that Shi Heng was dumping the pot.

However, he didn't say anything, Shi Heng didn't shake it off, it didn't have much impact on him, and this pot could only be carried by the elders of his four dynasties.

"Huh~" Zhang Fu didn't care anymore, he just wanted to do his last bit for Da Ming, "Quickly gather the remnants of the army, and order the scouts to go to the front to explore the Tatar movements." ”

With that, he sat on the ground as if he were about to run out of oil.

"Yes." Shi Heng respectfully accepted the order, turned around and gave the order.

Soon, Shi Heng went back and forth, staring at Zhang Fu to prevent Zhang Fu from apologizing for his crimes.

Not long after, night fell, and the soldiers of the Ming army, who had been fighting fiercely for so long, were hungry, but Zhang Fu didn't say anything about burying the pot and cooking.

It's not that he is ruthless, the Tatars will come at any time, once the pot is buried and the soldiers smell the rice, how can there be no reason not to eat and fight hard, then they will only be slaughtered.

A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour......

Zhang Fu lived like a year, he was afraid that the Tatars would kill him, but the time when the Tatars did not come made him even more tormented than when he came.

An hour later, the scout returned, his voice filled with ecstasy:

"Report - Tatar withdraws, Tatar withdraws ......!"

The news soon spread in the barracks, and the soldiers were full of joy and happiness.