The Resurrection of the South Seas of the Ming Dynasty

To put it bluntly, in case something happens to me on the battlefield, I'll be called a calf!
Once my prison country died on the battlefield, the Ming army is still on the offensive like a tide, and the collapse is only an instant thing.

For an army, the blow to the morale of the army caused by the death of the commander is almost unimaginable.

Maybe, Shang Kexi can use this to make a comeback!

Not to mention, the issue of heirs after his death.

Although Li Lingxiu is pregnant, the child has not yet been born, and no one can be sure whether it is a boy or a girl.

Moreover, even if a boy was born, a baby with a big fart, how could he convince the public and inherit Zhu Hongyu's position as supervisor of the country?

It's time to fall, I'm afraid it won't be another civil strife!
The current situation of the Ming Dynasty has finally improved, and there is a trend of revival.

Can't stand civil strife!

Therefore, Zhu Hongyu is becoming more and more cautious in doing things now.

Finally, he couldn't help but ask.

"What's the situation on the front line?"

Zhu Hongyu stood still on the spot, his sword eyebrows frowned, and the anxious look in his eyes was obvious if there was a divine light.

Wang Ruxian bowed and said.

"I'm going to send someone to ask you!"

Just when Wang Ruxian was about to ask, Zhu Hongyu waved his hand to stop.

"No!"

"Don't go, don't put pressure on the front line!"

"Just let them continue playing at their own pace!"

Wang Ruxian stopped, and stepped aside obediently.

Zheng Chenggong on the side was also standing in front of the sand table, stomping his steps and staring at the sand table with piercing eyes.

……

On the battlefield, the still gratifying banner is already crumbling.

The surface of the flag was blasted with solid bullets and shotguns.

The scorched marks are extremely eye-catching!

Under the attack of the Ming army, Shang Kexi suffered heavy losses.

The entire battlefield was filled with corpses of Eight Banners soldiers.

A set of cotton armor was soaked in blood, and the broken limbs were trampled into a pulp by countless feet.

After a long period of bitter fighting, the Eight Banners soldiers suffered heavy casualties.

Some of the soft bones surrendered, and most of them turned into corpses with different shapes of death.

There are less than a hundred people who are still resisting now!
Looking at the swarming Ming army, Shang Kexi felt deep despair, and took off the helmet on his head, revealing the gray mouse tail.

With a plop, Shang Kexi knelt on the ground and kowtowed towards the north.

His forehead touched the bloody mud on the ground, and the smell of blood came to his nostrils, and his voice was full of mournful wailing.

"Your Majesty, this servant has done his best!"

"Failed to defend Guangdong for the emperor, and made Ming's thieves bigger. Now, the servant can only die to apologize!"

"..."

With a puff, Shang Kexi cut his own throat with his saber.

Blood gushed out, and Shang Kexi lay down on the ground, gradually losing body temperature, and gradually dissipating.

Shang Kexi would rather commit suicide than fall into the hands of the Ming army.

He was still a bit forced to know how many enemies he had in Guangdong.

If he falls into the hands of Ming thief alive, he will be guaranteed to be a Ling Chi!
"My lord!"

"Master!"

"..."

There were bursts of exclamations full of anxiety and despair.

At this time, those Eight Banners soldiers who were still by Shang Kexi's side also drew their swords and committed suicide one after another, following Shang Kexi.

With a click, this is the sound of Shang Ke's big flag being cut off!
……

"Great victory!"

"Great victory!"

"Shang Kexi committed suicide, and all the Eight Banners soldiers under his command were wiped out by our army!"

"Shang Kexi committed suicide, and all the Eight Banners soldiers under his command were wiped out by our army!"

Hearing the messenger's loud report of victory, Zhu Hongyu's heart was finally in his stomach.

He raised his head and let out a hearty laugh.

"Hahahahaha..."

"It's cheap to commit suicide, but I'm happy with this old thief!"

"Hahaha!"

The news spread, causing great uproar and shock.

Countless soldiers of the Ming army saluted Zhu Hongyu's Chinese army tent one after another, shouting in unison.

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

"Great Ming wins! Long live His Royal Highness Jian Guo!"

"Expel the Tartars, restore China, rebuild Ming Dynasty, revive China!"

"..."

The Ming army, who had fought hard all night and suffered severe physical exertion, was withdrawn from the battlefield with excitement, and returned to the camp to rest.

Civil servants recruited by the army were sent to the battlefield to help clean up the battlefield and treat the wounded.

Officials from the Military Judiciary Division and the Examination Division also went to the battlefield to calculate military merits, count their own victories and losses, etc.

Everything is busy in an orderly manner!

……

The sky will be bright, and the eastern sky will gradually turn white.

A little golden light appeared below the horizon, and the dazzling golden light illuminated the earth, bringing light and heat to the earth.

As the sun rose, the whole picture of the messy battlefield appeared before everyone's eyes.

A series of ditches divided the flat land, and countless corpses piled up on the battlefield.

The corpses of the Qing army were stripped of their armor, their belongings were searched, and they were randomly piled up like garbage.

Ming Jun's own corpses were cleaned out one by one!
Arrange the remains, wash the blood on the body, and arrange them in different open spaces according to different weaves.

The heads of the ministries took turns to identify the corpses on the battlefield!
The blood coagulated and bonded with the soil on the ground, forming a real blood mud.

In a low-lying trench, there was even a large amount of blood pooling together, and the blood did not dry up even after a whole night.

The morning wind blew, causing slight ripples on the surface of the pool of blood.

A war horse of the Qing army was pacing on the battlefield, looking for its master, sticking out its tongue and gently licking the stump of the broken arm that still had the breath of its master.

There was a big fire in the camp of the Qing army, and green smoke wafted over the burning wood.

The prisoners of war and the peasants dug a large pit on the battlefield, preparing to bury the corpses of the Qing army.

After the pit was dug, pieces of broken corpses, limbs and arms were thrown into it like garbage, and then covered with soil and buried.

On the other side, thick smoke rose again on the battlefield!

It was the Ming army burning the corpses of its own soldiers, and then putting the ashes into an altar, and hanging a military badge representing the identity of the soldier on the altar.

They are going to take the ashes of their own soldiers back and hand them over to their families.

At dawn, the cavalry of the Ming army who had been repaired in the middle of the night roared out, and began to chase the rout of the Qing army.

Teams of cavalry came out of the camp and roared away, setting off puffs of smoke and dust on the ground.

Zhu Hongyu also stayed up all night, sitting in the big tent with piercing eyes, listening to the report below.

"Report to His Highness Jian Guo!"

"So far, our army has beheaded more than 1 ranks of the Qing army in this battle, among which there are more than [-] ranks of Eight Banners soldiers, and all the rest are green battalion soldiers."

"There are more than [-] prisoners of war captured, and the civilian husband has not yet counted them clearly!"

The Qing army was defeated last night, and most of those who escaped were green battalion soldiers, and most of the civilian husbands huddled obediently in their tents and did not dare to move around.

……

Waiting for the train at the station, damn it, KFC is so dark!