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Chapter 752

Yang Guozhu, the commander-in-chief of Xuanzhen Town, led ten elite cavalry and was intercepted by the Tartars. He led the people out of the brigade according to the situation, and ran westward.

Everyone thought that Yang Guozhu chose to break out to the west because he judged the situation and saw that there was an interception ahead and pursuers behind him, but in fact there was something else hidden.

He has led five hundred Ding's troops under his command to fight Dorgon's Tartars for half a day. Neither the soldiers nor their horses have rested. rest.

Now we are deeply encircled by the Tatars, and after several fierce battles, nearly half of the casualties are still unresolved, and the reinforcements have not been seen for a long time. With the lack of men and horses, it will be difficult to support for a long time.

Although Yang Guozhu was ready to sacrifice his life on the battlefield, he had to think about the soldiers under his command, especially the words of slave chief Dorgon just now, which further contributed to his idea.

At the moment just now, Yang Guozhu suddenly thought that Dorgon's intentions were mostly on himself, and if he failed to persuade him to surrender, he must still want to capture him alive.

Otherwise, he would have attacked with all his strength. If that was the case, even if he could not wipe out all his troops here, at least the battle here would have ended long ago.

It was based on such a judgment that Yang Guozhu decided to take the risk and use himself as a bait to lure the Qing army to pursue him with all his strength. This would definitely reduce the pressure on Huang Baozhong's side, and perhaps their more than 200 soldiers could break through and go back.

Yang Guozhu's expectation was not bad, Dorgon's intention was indeed on him, but Yang Guozhu underestimated Dorgon's strategy and cunning.

Until now, looking at the more than [-] Tartar thieves on the hill in front of him, he had a deep understanding of Dorgon's cunning, but he had no choice, at this moment, he could only be tough.

As the saying goes: "The general dies first in every battle, and the slaves are driven out on the battlefield and there is no return date!"

"Xuanzhen is mighty, and the Great Ming is victorious!"

Yang Guozhu let out a final roar, encouraging the soldiers around him to ride their horses and charge towards the three hundred captives first.

"... mighty... Wansheng..."

Even though Yang Guozhu was only worthy of eleven riders, they roared with momentum, and they rushed towards the Tartars like eleven tigers and beasts that could only eat people.

At the same time, on the distant mountains, Guo Yingxian also saw Yang Guozhu's soldiers and horses galloping to meet him, but Yang Guozhu didn't know it yet.

Even with [-] cavalry against the [-] fine cavalry of the Manchurian Zhengbai Banner Qing army, Yang Guozhu and the servants did not show the slightest fear on their faces. Their eyes were firm and ferocious.

Yang Guozhu's tiger gun had already been hung back on the Deshenggou. At this moment, he was holding the bow and arrow in his right hand, and was holding the rein in his left hand to control the horse and quickly walked towards the three hundred Qing riders.

Beside him, Tan Zhenlin and four other knights held three-eyed guns. In addition, three other knights also held bows and arrows, and the remaining two held long knives and maces.

Eleven of them formed a tight cavalry formation, Yang Guozhu was in the middle, and there were five knights on each side. Even though they knew that they were doomed to die, none of them left the camp.

On the opposite side, the Zhengbai Banner Qing army spread out widely, and each of the three hundred cavalry spread out into a big fan shape. There were about a hundred cavalry on each of their two wings, and they had already accelerated ahead of time, like two long tentacles. Normally, Yang Guozhu and others should be surrounded.

The cavalry of the Qing army did not seem to be in a hurry. The knights in front of them just walked slowly. There were about a hundred Qing cavalry directly opposite Yang Guozhu. On the horse, he aimed at Yang Guozhu and others.

Seeing that the two sides were getting closer, Yang Guozhu yelled: "Speed ​​up, change your pace, the Tartars are right in front of you, kill them!"

"kill……"

Everyone shouted in unison and rushed forward.

Tan Zhenlin was determined to protect Yang Guozhu, he had started to speed up before that, and now he was clearly ahead of Yang Guozhu, rushing to the front.

"Whoo... whoosh... whoosh..."

The arrows flew, and the sound of "Ding... Ding Ding..." was everywhere. They were all wearing iron armor. Even if they were shot by arrows, as long as they were not in vital places such as eyes, ears, mouth and nose, most of them would not be fatal, or even affect the battle.

For example, Yang Zaixing, a famous general in the Southern Song Dynasty, with an iron spear, led 12 soldiers of the Yue family to fight against [-] golden soldiers at Xiaoshangqiao, killing more than [-] golden soldiers, and assassinated the head of thousands of households before the battle. , there are more than [-] heads of thousands of households and hundreds of households.

At that time, the arrows from the Jin soldiers came like rain, and every time Yang Zaixing hit an enemy arrow, he broke the shaft of the arrow and fought again. In the end, because the horse was stuck in the mud of the Xiaoshang River, he died in the battle.

After this battle, the Jin soldiers found Yang Zaixing's body, and after burning it, they turned out more than two liters of iron arrows, which shows that there were many arrows in it.

It can be seen that wearing iron armor is still very effective in protecting bows and arrows. Yang Guozhu also had a dozen arrows hanging on his body, and only a few arrows on his chest were broken by him, so as not to affect riding and fighting. war.

Yang Guozhu saw the right timing, let go of the rein with his left hand, stepped on the stirrups with both feet, and used his legs to control the horse to run as steadily as possible. Then he stretched his bow and set an arrow at the head of a Qing cavalry opposite, and shot out with a "swish". The first arrow.

"what!"

A knight next to Yang Guozhu was shot in the throat by a Tartar thief. Although he was protected by a collar, the distance was too close.

With only a scream, he fell under the horse, covered his throat with his hands, rolled and struggled on the ground, and gradually lost his breath.

Yang Guozhu also only shot one arrow, then threw away the bow and arrow, quickly took out the tiger gun on Deshenggou, pushed aside an arrow shot by a Tartar thief, and rushed forward with his gun while roaring.

"Bang bang bang..."

After the explosion of the three-eyed blunderbuss, the cavalry and horses of both sides staggered, hacking, smashing and stabbing with swords, guns, axes and sticks, and the neighing of the horses echoed the screams of the people.

Yang Guozhu and others managed to rush through the first line of Qing cavalry, and only six of the ten Ding soldiers under his command were still by his side. At the cost of losing four, they killed eight Qing cavalry.

Although it is a profit, it has no benefit to the war. After all, the difference in military strength is too great.

At this moment, there are still nearly fifty Qingqi standing in front of them, and the Qingqi on the two wings are also outflanking the inside. Yang Guozhu and the other seven people are like dumpling stuffing, wrapped in dumpling skins formed by the Qingqi outside.

The fifty Qing cavalry facing them didn't seem impatient. They controlled the horses under their crotches and were slowly approaching Yang Guozhu and the others. Yang Guozhu understood that they were waiting for the Qing cavalry from the two wings to join them before launching an attack.

But the Qing army was waiting, but Yang Guozhu couldn't afford to wait, so what to do, after a long battle and the charge duel just now, their horses were exhausted, and they were doomed to be unable to escape from the encirclement of the Qing cavalry.

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Yang Guozhu's thoughts were all on Qingqi. He didn't notice that in the northeast and southwest directions, large pieces of dust were flying into the sky, rolling towards him like a green dragon.

In the northeast direction, there are more than a thousand cavalry under Yang Guozhu's command of the town standard battalion, Guo Yingxian. Don't dare to act rashly for a while.

It wasn't until he saw Yang Guozhu riding his horse back that he led the knights to rush their horses and come to join them. However, on the way, he saw a large group of cavalry from the Qing army facing the white flag suddenly appear on the hill on the left in front of them.

Because he was really concerned about Yang Guozhu's safety, Guo Yingxian didn't care about the horse's foot strength, he led more than [-] elite cavalry under his command, whipped and urged the horses, ran wildly, and rushed to the battlefield ahead of the group.

A large cloud of smoke and dust billowed all the way, and he finally saw Yang Guozhu and the other Qiqi being besieged by the thieves. Guo Yingxian yelled: "Kill, kill, save Yang Shuai!"

"kill……"

All the soldiers roared in unison, rode their horses and raised their whips.

At this time, Yang Guozhu had just swung his tiger spear and smashed a Qing cavalryman off his horse, and only Tan Zhenlin and two other fine cavalry were left beside him. May have been killed.

Tan Zhenlin was covered in blood, he couldn't tell whether it was his own or the Tartar's, it was black and red, and he was also like a madman, controlling the rein with his left hand, and using the three-eyed blunderbuss in his right as a hammer, yelling and slamming around Bash hard.

Yang Guozhu stared at a Pashku of the Qing army with a white flag. He urged his horse to rush up, and stabbed at him with his gun.

Seeing Yang Guozhu's tiger spear stabbing him, he swung the mace in his hand to block it, and there was a loud "bang", both of them were so shocked that the tiger's mouth was numb, and there was a faint pain.

Tan Zhenlin was always by Yang Guozhu's side, refusing to leave half a step away. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he swung the three-eyed blunderbuss and smashed it on the Shiku's back, until the Shiku spat out with a "wow". The mouth is bright red.

But he was tall and strong, even though he was hit hard and vomited blood, he didn't flinch, and the mace swung vigorously, Yang Guozhu and Tan Zhenlin couldn't help him for a while.

A cavalryman from the Ming army happened to charge towards him on horseback. He took advantage of a gap, jumped up from the horse's back, jumped on him, fell off the horse with his arms around the Qing army's Pashiku, and rolled over on the ground.

At this moment, Yang Guozhu suddenly caught a glimpse of smoke and dust flying in the distance, and then heard the rumble of hooves. He waved his tiger spear to stop several Qing cavalry from approaching.

Taking advantage of this effort, he hurriedly turned his head and looked around, only to see a patch of red in the dust flying in the northeast, which was actually Daming's army horse, but he couldn't tell which one it was just after a glance. .

At the same time, a cloud of dust rose into the sky a little farther to the southwest, and there was obviously a large group of cavalry rushing, but it was not clear whether it was an enemy or a friend.

At this time, Huang Baozhong also led the [-]-odd cavalry Ding Qinjun, and turned back to rescue Yang Guozhu. Although he was moved, he also cursed secretly: "Bastard, how dare you disobey Lao Tzu's military order!"

Suddenly, the war horse under Yang Guozhu's crotch stopped, and his front hooves suddenly seemed to be caught by something. Yang Guozhu had just smashed a Qing cavalry off his horse with a tiger spear at this moment, and he did not expect such an accident at all.

Caught off guard, his center of gravity was unstable, his forward leaning could not be stopped, and he couldn't help but immediately rolled down in front of the horse. He held the tiger gun tightly in his hand and never gave up. The moment he landed, he swept across, breaking many horse legs.

At this time, I turned my head and saw that the Qing army who had just been thrown off the horse by the cavalry of the Ming army was lying in front of the horse, holding the front legs of Yang Guozhu's horse tightly with both hands, and turned his head to face Yang Guozhu. Jie couldn't stop laughing.

Naba Shiku's helmet has fallen somewhere, his head and face are covered with blood, his hands are still holding the horse's legs tightly, mouthfuls of blood are constantly gushing out of his mouth, and his body is constantly shaking. Obviously, he can only breathe out, but not in. Qi is on the brink of death.

"Big handsome... big handsome..."

Yang Guozhu heard Tan Zhenlin roaring loudly in his ears, as if he was looking for himself, he swung the tiger gun around again, and then he stood up straight, and heard a loud "bang", and felt that he was being pushed violently by a heavy object. Hit on the back.

It turned out that a cavalry soldier of the Qing army came rushing from nowhere. Taking advantage of the moment Yang Guozhu got up, he rode over and swung a big stick and hit Yang Guozhu's back. broken.

A mouthful of blood spattered from Yang Guozhu's mouth, and the slightly gray beard on his chest was immediately dyed bright red.

Resisting the excruciating pain, he threw out the tiger spear in his hand, hitting the back of the Qing cavalry, and his huge body fell off the horse, while the spare horse continued to gallop forward at a vigorous pace.

"puff!"

A throwing spear flew from nowhere, hit Yang Guozhu's right rib, penetrated from the back, and the tip of the spear protruded from the lower part of the chest.

"Master General...Master General..."

Tan Zhenlin happened to be rushing over. He first saw Yang Guozhu's horse lying down not far away, and he was extremely worried, worried that Yang Guozhu might be lost. After running a few steps forward, he saw Yang Guozhu spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

Excited, he jumped off the horse, staggered to the side of Yang Guozhu, and shuddered loudly. At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten where he was, and the fight to his death just now. The sound of shouting and fighting fell on deaf ears.

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Guo Yingxian rode his horse and galloped. They formed a row of fifty cavalry, and there were six rows of fine cavalry. When they saw Yang Guozhu, he was surrounded by more than fifty Qing cavalry in front of him.

He rushed forward with a shout and shot an arrow, the sound of "whoosh, whoosh..." was endless, and the cavalry of the Qing army in front saw their large number of people, and retreated in the direction of the formation.

In the end, the corpses of war horses and soldiers were scattered all over this small killing field, and a mournful cry went straight to the sky at this moment.

"General...General...can't die..."

Guo Yingxian rushed forward with grief and anger on his face, turned over and fell off the horse. He almost crawled to Yang Guozhu, snatched Yang Guozhu from Tan Zhenlin's arms, hugged him and shouted: "Marshal! Marshal! Great..."

"Cough...cough..."

Yang Guozhu couldn't help coughing hastily after being tormented by him. Every time he coughed, he spurted out mouthfuls of bright red, and in the end it turned out to be mouthfuls of blood foam.

"Ahem...Old Guo...This is the place where my brother fought...to die for the country...Buried here...with no regrets..."

"Master..."

"Old Guo...bring your sons...to kill the slaves...back to the Xuanfu..."

(End of this chapter)