Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 472 The Confused Victory
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Agula desperately slapped his beloved mount and fled northward desperately.

The sun lingers in the sky, exuding the aftertaste of the autumn tiger, making the thirsty land dusty and weeds trampled down.

He felt that his throat was about to smoke, but he didn't dare to stop for a moment, and he didn't even dare to turn his head, for fear of delaying a little time.

As the Taiji of Khalkha Mongolia, Agula of course often fought wars, and was even more experienced with the Manchus. After fleeing several times, he finally gave up.

It has to be admitted that the strength of the Manchu Qing Dynasty is sufficient to crush Khalkha Mongolia.

But during this period of time, when he heard that the Manchus were beaten badly by the Han people, he immediately felt strange.

This is to enter the customs to help out, and I want to spy on the reality of the Qing Dynasty, so as to make a decision for the independence of the tribe.

He was not the group of cowardly Chahar tribesmen who drove away even his own sweat.

But when he really experienced Mingren's powerful power, he instantly hated why the war horse didn't have eight legs.

There was a loud thunder, and flesh and blood flew in an instant.

Whether it was the horse or the rider, they all fell down, bloody and fragmented.

Relying on their advantages in riding skills, they rushed to find flaws to their heart's content, but in the end they were bloodied.

When they were about to retreat, the damned Manchus threatened them not to retreat with a straight face.

Helpless, they stopped charging mindlessly and prepared to deal with the cavalry.

As a result, after encountering the cavalry of the Ming people, the result is generally the same.

Although they were ahead in riding skills, the armor and weapons of the Ming army crushed them.

Rout, unstoppable rout.

My mind is full of terrifying scenes on the battlefield.

It took a long time before Agula came back to his senses and looked around, only a hundred of the thousand people brought out before were left.

"Are there any pursuers?" Agula heaved a sigh of relief, slowing down the panting horse.

"Taiji, there are no more pursuers."

The guards on the side hurriedly said.

"That's fine."

Agula breathed a sigh of relief, took the skin bag and took a sip of water, panting continuously.

That's terrible, isn't Mingren a sheep?Why is it so powerful?

The nearly hoarse throat was finally moistened by water, Agula regained some strength, gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go home."

"But Taiji, the Qing people still have a lot of things!"

"Do you think the Qing people can keep it?"

Agula said coldly: "Only by maintaining strength as soon as possible can the tribe be prevented from being annexed."

Moreover, only by going back as soon as possible can they annex those tribes that have suffered heavy losses and restore their vitality.

Having made up his mind, Agula no longer hesitated, and prepared to mount his horse and leave.

"An Da, why did you leave—"

At this time, a group of Qing cavalry came from a distance, and the leader shouted enthusiastically.

"Where are those wise people?"

Agula frowned, eyes full of vigilance.

"I was repulsed." When the man was twenty or thirty steps away, he kept his distance and shouted: "The camp is still there, and so are your things!"

Hearing this, there was a trace of struggle on Agula's face, then he shook his head and said: "I have something to go back, I don't want anything."

"There is no food and grass on the road, how do you go back? Let's replenish the food before leaving."

Excessive enthusiasm made Agula more vigilant, he shook his head slightly:
"Thank you for your kindness, see you tomorrow!"

With that said, under his command, the subordinates retreated slowly, extremely vigilant.

"The guy who doesn't know good and bad—"

The visitor muttered a mandarin phrase, his face was full of ferocity, and he raised his bow and arrow: "Kill, leave no one behind—"

shhhhh--

Caught off guard, two 30 people were shot to the ground.

Agula's eyes were open, he gritted his teeth and ran away.

"Hmph, can you run?"

Qingqi, who was almost three times the number of them, followed closely behind like a cat catching a mouse.

After a long time, the Mongolian horse, which ran too much and exhausted too much energy, finally fell down uncontrollably.

Agula also fell a big somersault and was in a panic.

There was blood lying in the corner of his mouth, his internal organs were almost upside down, he had to raise his head, showing a smile uglier than crying: "An Da, I'll go back with you!"

"late!"

The man shook his head, pulled out the waist knife directly, and cut his neck, the blood flow was unstoppable.

Agula stared at the boss, he didn't understand until the end of his life, why Man Qing would kill him, could it be because he didn't go back to get the things?
"Kill them all!"

The rest of the captives trembled, but the man just shook his head regretfully and waved his hands.

These people are loyal and will not surrender easily.

From day to night, and retreat to Changping.

At this time, there were only about [-] people left in Khalkha Mongolia and Chahar Mongolia, which can be described as a heavy loss.

Except for the thousands of people killed and wounded on the battlefield, the rest of the stragglers were collected into the Eight Banners of Mongolia by the Qing Dynasty, and 300 Niulu were expanded at one time ([-] to [-] people per Niulu).

The strength of the Mongolian Eight Banners has recovered to [-]%.

Unwilling, Azig went to Liaodong together with other soldiers and horses.

For Li Jizu, the battle was inexplicable.

The main force of the opponent turned out to be the Mongols, and the Manchus were used as a foil throughout the whole process, which was part of watching the show.

Once encountered, fight and retreat immediately, never fight hard, and as a result, most of the damage is passed on to the Mongols.

After fighting in a daze all morning, the bloodied Mongols were bleeding like rivers, crying for their fathers and mothers, and finally ended the fighting before lunch.

There were no more than a thousand prisoners, only a few hundred horses, and a lot of horse corpses. Although the smell of sulfur was very strong, it would be nice to have extra meals.

"This victory is inexplicable."

Li Jizu was a little disappointed.

Chen Yongfu on the side cast an envious look: "It seems that Man Qing borrowed a knife to kill someone!"

Chen Yongfu has never been so envious of someone.

Li Jizu's luck is really good, if there is a divine help.

Obviously known for being obedient, but good luck keeps coming.

In Jinan, Wu Sangui surrendered, the Guanning Army surrendered without a fight, and Shandong was recovered in a blink of an eye.

I thought that when I arrived in Beijing, I could see his true abilities, but who knew it turned out to be a show.

For no reason, he killed many Tartars and won a big victory.

Who can believe that the battle of 200,000 people will be solved in one morning?

"Borrowing a knife to kill someone?" Li Jizu suddenly said, "It's really similar."

"However, Marquis Chen (known as close), haven't we regained Beijing?"

"The city of Beijing is ahead!"

Chen Yongfu also showed a surprised smile and shouted: "Li Hou, we have recovered Beijing."

"Beijing, Beijing—"

Li Jizu was overjoyed, and held Chen Yongfu's hand tightly: "This journey, if Chen Hou hadn't taken care of Guan Ning's army for me, how could I have won today?"

"If there is no Marquis Li, how can the army win?"

Chen Yongfu said solemnly.

For a moment, the two looked at each other for a long time and laughed loudly.

(End of this chapter)