Done! Your Majesty is going to prostitute me for free!

The central army led by Huang Degong, like a fierce tiger, swooped down from the top of the mountain with unparalleled might and power, and rushed straight to the center of the battlefield. The sunlight reflected dazzling light on his armor, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, revealing an unyielding will. Seeing this, the Ming army on the left and right wings beside him quickly adjusted their formations. The three parts that were originally scattered like stars instantly merged into one, forming an indestructible matrix formation, like a steel fortress on the earth.

The two generals, Weng Zhiqi and Qiu Yue, were wearing battle robes and holding spears. They led the charge like two sharp swords. Their bravery and fearlessness immediately reduced the pressure on the enemy. Weng Zhiqi's face was firm, and his eyes were shining with the light of victory; Qiu Yue's face was stern, and every time he swung his spear, he brought a frightening power.

As soon as the Ming army's matrix formation was formed, the Eight Banners Army on the opposite side had to change its strategy. They gave up directly attacking Weng Zhiqi and Qiu Yue, and instead focused on attacking the two wings of the Ming army's matrix. The atmosphere on the battlefield suddenly became tense and solemn, and the two sides fell into a brief stalemate. The Ming army's matrix formation slowly moved forward, but suddenly stopped, as if the two wings were tightly restrained by the enemy cavalry, fearing that any flaws would be exposed.

Huang Degong frowned upon seeing this, and a trace of anxiety flashed in his eyes. But he quickly came up with a plan and decided to send a team of 200 people to try to break out from both sides and save the two wings. The soldiers of these teams were all brave and fearless. They rushed to the enemy's defense line with resolute eyes. However, before they could completely break out, they were torn to pieces by the fierce attack of the enemy's heavy cavalry. Then, another wave of arrows hit, almost annihilating them all. The surviving soldiers fled back desperately, while those unfortunate warriors stayed on the battlefield forever, and their blood dyed the land red.

At this time, the 35,000 Ming infantry were firmly suppressed by the 15,000 enemy cavalry, and their morale gradually declined. A depressing atmosphere permeated the battlefield, as if even the air had become heavy.

Nalan Jiben was watching the battle from the sidelines, extremely anxious. He clenched his hands into fists, and his eyes revealed a kind of anxiety and uneasiness. But he knew that he could not act without Huang Degong's order. This battle was crucial, and victory or defeat depended on it. His heart was full of trust and expectation for Huang Degong, and he believed that he would be able to lead everyone out of the predicament.

Meanwhile, inside Juyong Pass, Generals Ji Zisheng and Bakeyong also frowned, their faces full of worry. Standing on the city wall, they looked at the battlefield in the distance, and had a bad feeling in their hearts. Bakeyong said to Ji Zisheng anxiously, "Governor, what is Huang Degong thinking? Why doesn't he let us fight? Dorgon's army is only 20,000. Although our cavalry is less than 10,000, with 30,000 infantry, we are enough to fight them. Even if we can't win, we won't be so passive!" His voice was filled with anxiety and dissatisfaction, and he was obviously confused by Huang Degong's decision.

Ji Zishen pondered for a moment, patted Bakyong's shoulder with a deep look and said, "Don't be anxious. Huang Degong is not a rash person. He must have his reasons for doing this. If we act rashly at this time, it will only disrupt his deployment. I believe he has a backup plan." His voice was steady and firm, revealing a trust and admiration for Huang Degong.

"Backhand?" Bakyong looked puzzled, but continued to observe the changes on the battlefield. He was full of expectations and curiosity about Huang Degong, wanting to see how he would deal with the current predicament.

Dorgon and Fan Wencheng also noticed the abnormality of the Ming army. They stood on a high place, overlooking the entire battlefield, with wisdom in their eyes. They saw that although Huang Degong's army was somewhat shaken, the cavalry never went out. The casualties had exceeded 1,500 people, and the signs of defeat had already appeared, but the cavalry still did not move. Fan Wencheng couldn't help but ask in confusion: "Is Huang Degong really used as bait by Prince Rui?" There was a kind of puzzlement and confusion in his voice.

Dorgon was stunned when he heard this and asked why. Fan Wencheng pointed to the battlefield and said, "Huang Degong's command seems to be wrong! He hid the cavalry and made the infantry a sitting duck. If the cavalry and infantry could fight together, why would they end up in such a situation? Moreover, he could use the flank of the central army to make a detour and stabilize the formation, but he did nothing. It is really puzzling." His tone was full of doubts and confusion about Huang Degong's decision.

Dorgon did not answer, but shook his head, as if he was also thinking about Huang Degong's intention. His eyes were deep and wise, as if he could see through everything. At this moment, Huang Degong's flag suddenly waved three times in a row, pointing forward. This was a clear signal, meaning that the Ming cavalry was about to move out.

Seeing this, Nalan Jiben was greatly encouraged. His eyes were full of excitement and he shouted loudly: "The opportunity to make achievements is right in front of us! Brothers, charge!" With his order, more than a thousand cavalrymen rushed into the battlefield like wild horses, raising dust. Their figures were agile and brave, as if they were carrying an unstoppable force.

Seeing this, Ji Zisheng and Bake Yong also shouted, "Open the gate!" The gate opened in response, and the two led the follow-up cavalry, pouring out of the gate like a tide, rushing to the two wings. Their figures shuttled across the battlefield, like lightning, posing a great threat to the enemy.

As soon as the Ming cavalry arrived, the situation on the battlefield was reversed. Their bravery and fearlessness boosted the morale of the Ming army. Seeing the heroic performance of the cavalry, the infantry also shouted loudly, as if they wanted to vent all their anger and unwillingness. Their voices resounded through the sky, as if even the heaven and earth were moved.

The two veterans, Ajige and Ebilun, also knew the importance of cavalry warfare. Although they knew that cavalry warfare could lead to victory, they were also worried about the danger of being surrounded by infantry and cavalry. So, after weighing the pros and cons, they decided to retreat temporarily to preserve their strength.

The Ming cavalry took the opportunity to rush to the two wings, with Nalan Jiben and Ji Zisheng on the left and Bakeyong on the right. They led the cavalry to advance slowly and gradually approached Dorgon's army. Their eyes revealed a kind of firmness and determination, as if they wanted to destroy all the enemies before their eyes.

Upon seeing this, Ajige and Ebilun ran to Dorgon and said breathlessly: "My Lord Prince Rui, the Ming army's infantry and cavalry have joined forces to attack us. How should we respond?" There was a sense of urgency and uneasiness in their voices, and they were obviously worried about the situation.

Dorgon was about to order a counterattack, but suddenly felt something was wrong. A trace of doubt and vigilance flashed in his eyes, as if he had noticed something. He took a deep breath, calmed himself, and then said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, let's observe first." His voice was steady and firm, revealing an unquestionable majesty.

"Oh!" Dorgon's face suddenly turned livid, like a sky covered with dark clouds, instantly shrouded in gloom. His eyes were sharp but mixed with a bit of anxiety, as if he could penetrate the smoke of the battlefield and look directly at the invisible crisis. Ajige and Ebilun looked at each other, both seeing confusion and concern in each other's eyes. They looked at him together and asked curiously, "What's wrong, Prince? What's the urgent matter that makes you so panicked?"

Dorgon's mouth was tight, like a frozen glacier in winter. His voice was deep and powerful, revealing unquestionable majesty: "I've been tricked. That old guy Huang Degong used a tactic of wearing out the soldiers!" His face was as gloomy as a long-dry land. Every bit of anger seemed to be able to ignite a flame in this dry land. "He first used the infantry to consume the physical strength of our cavalry. When we were tired like dogs, he used the cavalry to deal with us. Now our advantage as a warhorse is gone!"

When Ajige heard this, he laughed heartily like a summer thunder, resounding through the sky: "Fourteenth brother, you are scaring yourself! Look at the Ming cavalry over there, there are only about ten thousand people. If we can't defeat them, can't we run twenty miles? Do they dare to chase us?" There was a bit of disdain and confidence in his words, as if all the wars in the world were just toys in his hands.

"If we chase them, we can defeat the larger force with fewer people and kill them easily; if we don't chase them, we can take a break and fight again. Our cavalry is invincible in the Central Plains, and the Ming army's infantry is like meat on a chopping board in our eyes!" Ajige's words were full of pride and trust in the Eight Banners Army.

Dorgon was silent for a moment, feeling mixed emotions. Although Ajige's words made sense, the uneasiness in his heart grew like wild weeds. He stared into the distance, his eyes flashing with complex light, as if he was weighing every possible future.

After a while, Dorgon gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and ordered: "Pass the order down, Mr. Fan (Fan Wencheng) quickly pack up the camp and prepare to retreat. Don't take anything except food and weapons. Let's retreat south first!" His voice was firm and resolute, every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, full of irresistible power.

"Ebilun, take two thousand cavalrymen to lure away the enemy." Dorgon looked directly at Ebilun with a sharp gaze, which contained both trust and a determination to not allow failure.

"Everyone else, the light cavalry will take the lead, and the heavy cavalry will follow. Form your formation and wait for me!" Dorgon's words were filled with unquestionable majesty, and every soldier could feel the tremor coming from the depths of his soul.

With the order, the sound of horse hooves rang out again on the battlefield, rumbling like thunder rolling across the sky, foreshadowing the coming of a storm. Ebilun led two thousand cavalrymen, like a black whirlwind, and rushed into the battlefield again, heading straight for the Ming army. Their figures were looming in the smoke and dust, like ghosts.

Dorgon personally led the elite cavalry of the Eight Banners, more than 10,000 people, lined up horizontally, ready for battle. They were like a forest of steel, each leaf flashing with cold light, waiting for the baptism of the storm.

When he was less than a hundred steps away from the Ming army, Ebilun was thinking about how to lure the enemy deeper into the territory. Suddenly, he heard a loud noise coming from Juyong Pass. The sound was like thunder exploding in the sky. The sound became louder and louder and could be heard throughout the battlefield. It seemed as if the earth was groaning and the sky was roaring.

Ebilun was startled, and an ominous premonition came to his mind. He quickly turned his horse's head and ran to the left, trying to avoid the unknown threat. The soldiers of the Eight Banners all looked towards the direction of Juyongguan, and saw that the cavalry on both wings of the Ming army had already rushed out of the dust and smoke like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.

The rumbling sound was getting closer and closer, and the ground was shaking, as if the pulse of the earth was beating violently. The sound of the Ming army's horse hooves was as frequent as war drums, and each sound struck the heartstrings of the Eight Banners Army, making people's heartbeats accelerate and their blood boil.

Nearly 10,000 cavalrymen were divided into two groups, like two sharp knives, slashing straight at the Eight Banners Army's formation. Their speed and momentum were so fast that they seemed to cut everything that stood in their way into dust. The Ming Army's infantrymen also abandoned their chariots, shouting slogans, and rushed forward like a tide, desperate for their lives. The sound of 50,000 people charging together was like a tsunami, which made people feel terrified.

Dorgon thought: "We will fight and retreat at the same time, leading them to chase southward; after retreating 15 miles, we will fight back and let them know how powerful our Eight Banners Army is!" His plan was like a precision machine, and every step was calculated just right. It would not take long for cavalry to run 15 miles, but it would take half a day for infantry. He planned to use this time difference to catch all the Ming cavalry and even infantry chasing after him.

"Yes, sir!" Ebilun returned with his men, and the Eight Banners soldiers began to retreat. Their movements were swift and orderly, like a precision machine starting to run. The Ming cavalry, led by Ji Zisheng, Nalan Jiben, Bakeyong and other generals, pursued them relentlessly, like hounds chasing a wounded beast.

The situation on the battlefield changed very quickly, just like turning the pages of a book. However, things did not develop as Dorgon expected. The horses of the Eight Banners had been running for too long and were exhausted. They had not run more than two miles when they were caught up by the well-rested Ming army led by Nalan Jiben.

Nalan Jiben was wearing black armor, like a ghost in the night. Even his warhorse was protected by cotton armor. He also wore an arm guard on his left hand to cover his face, leaving only one eye exposed. His eyes were as sharp as a falcon's, staring intently at the target in front of him.

"Shoot the horse!" Nalan Jiben held the shovel arrow in his right hand, drew the bow, and shot an arrow at the hind legs of the Eight Banners' warhorse. With a whoosh, the arrow flew out like a meteor, and the warhorses fell one after another. Their wailing and the sound of falling to the ground intertwined, like a tragic symphony.

The Eight Banners soldiers were also not ambiguous, and they turned back and shot arrows, trying to stop the Ming army's offensive. The sound of bowstrings continued, and soldiers and horses fell on both sides, blood and dust intertwined, forming a cruel scene.

Dorgon rushed to the front, surrounded by people, and couldn't see who was who and how many were injured. But he knew he couldn't stop. Once he got entangled with the Ming cavalry, they would be in trouble when the infantry came. But running like this was not a solution. He had to give the Ming army a hard blow.

Thinking of this, Dorgon kicked his horse's belly and rushed forward more than a hundred steps with his three thousand elite cavalrymen like an arrow from a bow, then suddenly reined in his horse and turned to face the pursuing Ming army. These three thousand elite cavalrymen were all fresh troops, strong men and strong horses, and their eyes were full of determination and fearlessness.

When the Eight Banners soldiers behind saw Dorgon's posture, they also accelerated and rushed forward. When they were fifty steps away, they separated from the middle and circled around Dorgon like two giant dragons, forming a huge encirclement.

When Nalan Jiben and Ji Zisheng saw the Eight Banners Army's formation, it was like a door curtain being lifted, revealing Dorgon and his men. A flash of surprise flashed in their eyes, but was soon replaced by a firm will to fight.

"Kill!" Dorgon squeezed his legs against the horse's belly, and the horse rushed out like an arrow as if it had heard the order. The Eight Banners soldiers were even faster than Dorgon, holding the reins in their left hands and holding their knives in their right hands, rushing forward, their figures flashing across the battlefield like lightning.

The rumbling sound started again, and the two cavalry streams collided with each other. Time seemed to stop, and the sky and the earth changed color. The sound of horses colliding, wailing, and breaking bones mixed together to form a tragic war song.

The horses collided with each other like mad beasts. The horse in front ran into the enemy's formation before it could stop, throwing the cavalry out and trampling them into pulp before they could even scream. The cavalry on both sides immediately engaged in a fight, their movements were swift and fierce, like two hungry lions fighting for a piece of meat.

There were no shouts, only ruthless and sinister moves were used continuously. The face, neck, armpits, ribs, and crotch under the armor were all the focus of attack. Every move was full of murderous intent and cruelty, as if he would not stop until the opponent was killed.

Ji Zisheng, Nalan Jiben and their several thousand cavalry were stopped by Dorgon in an instant. The two armies fought in a ball on the field, and the dust and smoke intertwined to form a chaotic world.

Bake Yong wanted to go over to help but was stopped by the Eight Banners Army. His eyes were full of anxiety and helplessness, and he could only watch his companions fighting on the battlefield.

Less than 10,000 Ming cavalry were surrounded by more than 10,000 Eight Banners cavalry. Their situation was as dangerous and desperate as a beast trapped in a cage. However, they did not give up resistance but fought back more fiercely, trying to break through this cage of death.

Just as the two sides were fighting hard, the sound of horse hooves came from the northeast. The sound was like thunder from the sky, heralding the arrival of new changes.

Dorgon took the time to look back and found that it was not the enemy but Fan Wencheng who came with 2,000 cavalry and infantry baggage soldiers. Their arrival was like a fresh blood injected into the body of the Eight Banners Army, which made the originally exhausted soldiers full of vitality again. "Prince Rui! Prince Rui!" Fan Wencheng shouted loudly on his horse, but his voice was like a stone thrown into the sea in the chaotic battlefield, without even a splash. His eyes were full of anxiety and concern, trying to find Dorgon's figure.

Dorgon was planning to take advantage of the large numbers to destroy the Ming cavalry, but a group of soldiers and horses came from the southeast, raising dust. The flags fluttered in the wind, like the call of the god of war, which made people feel awed. A new battle was about to begin, and Dorgon led the Eight Banners Army to meet this unknown challenge.

"The Ming Dynasty cavalry is coming!" Dorgon's personal guards screamed in fear, their voices revealing an undisguised terror, as if it was not thousands of cavalrymen who were coming, but the god of death from hell. Dorgon frowned, his eyes like torches, and he turned to look at the dusty sky, only to see thousands of cavalrymen rumbling towards this side like huge waves in the river, with a fierce momentum, as if they were going to devour everything. The cavalrymen, with their bows fully drawn, their arrows flashing coldly in the sun, were aimed at this side; the swords were shining, raised high, densely packed, and from the southwest, it was like a copper wall of iron, indestructible. The flag of the vanguard troops fluttered in the wind, with a large "Liu" hanging on it, like the mark of the god of death, which made people feel afraid.

"Could it be... Jiang Taiwei's troops?" Dorgon murmured to himself, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, but soon his eyes turned to the north, which was where he was really worried. The sky in the north seemed to be shrouded in a layer of haze, indicating that a bigger storm was coming.

Since the beginning of the war, although the number of cavalry under Huang Degong is less than 10,000, together with Jiang Taiwei's several thousand cavalry, they have barely gathered 15,000 people. And our Eight Banners warriors, nearly 20,000 people, although there are some casualties, but everyone is a master of riding, riding, shooting, and fighting on foot. In terms of strength, we are definitely superior. However, Dorgon knows very well that victory or defeat on the battlefield is often not based on the number of people, but on the use of tactics and high morale.

But what worries me most is the Ming Dynasty's infantry. Once we are entangled by them, it will be difficult for us to escape if the infantry and cavalry attack together. Dorgon frowned even more tightly. He knew very well the infantry's ability to fight. Once we were caught in it, the consequences would be disastrous.

However, soon after the order to retreat was issued, the Ming Dynasty infantry quickly caught up, and the distance between the two sides was only a few miles. The atmosphere on the battlefield suddenly became tense, and the air seemed to freeze. To break this deadlock, the key is to get rid of the entanglement of the infantry first, and then fight back after the Ming Dynasty cavalry is lightly equipped. As a battle-hardened general, Dorgon made a prompt decision: "Retreat!" His voice was firm and powerful, as if it could bring infinite strength to the soldiers.

But the situation on the battlefield changes rapidly, and you can't just retreat. In this vast wilderness, the battlefield is divided into two parts, like two worlds, one is a contest between life and death, and the other is a game of wisdom and courage.

One part was the thousands of cavalry led by Ebilun, who were engaged in fierce close combat with the troops led by Ji Zisheng and Nalan Jiben. The war horses rushed around on the battlefield, and they could kill the enemy in an instant; and those who fell off the horses were instantly trampled into meat paste by the horses' hooves. The two armies were entangled, and strength became the key to determining victory or defeat. With legs tightly clamped on the horse's back, if you are not careful, you will fall down and die. In the flash of swords and shadows, every blow is fatal. A Jiannu cavalryman swung his sword and slashed at him. The Ming cavalryman blocked the blow with the armor on his left arm, and stabbed the opponent's ribs with a backhand. The Jiannu cavalry huddled up in pain, and at the moment of raising his leg, the Ming cavalryman stabbed his horse's butt with another knife. The horse was frightened and ran wildly, and the Jiannu cavalryman fell off the horse and was trampled to death by the hooves. This melee lasted for a long time, and people kept falling off the horse and screaming to death. The battlefield seemed to have turned into a huge meat grinder.

The other part is Ajige versus Bakeyong of the Guanning Army. They did not get into a melee, but chased each other in a small team to compete in archery. Ajige did not want to use the sword easily, and Bakeyong was reluctant to let his men die, so both sides maintained this situation tacitly. They were like two cheetahs, chasing each other on the grassland, and every shot was full of wisdom and cunning.

The Ming infantry was getting closer and closer, and Dorgon hurriedly sent a messenger to convey the order. Ajige was the first to receive the order. After exchanging a round of shots with Bakyong, he took the opportunity to withdraw from the battle and retreated several hundred steps to the south to observe the situation before making plans. Bakyong did not pursue Ajige, but instead set his sights on Ebilun's troops and decided to encircle and annihilate them to ensure victory. His eyes revealed a kind of determination and coldness, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

Ebilun's army was caught in the chaos and could not convey the order. The messengers had no way to go and could only return to report to Dorgon: "Report to Prince Rui, Ebilun's army and the Ming army are in a stalemate and the order cannot be conveyed." Hearing this, Dorgon frowned, knowing that the situation of Ebilun's army was very critical.

Dorgon observed the situation and made a decisive decision: "Find high ground and convey orders with flags! We will divide our troops into four groups. Mr. Fan will lead the baggage to retreat first; Ajige will be responsible for harassing the Ming army's infantry and delaying their pursuit; one deputy governor will lead a group to contain Jiang Taiwei; I will personally lead a charge to rescue Ebilun." His voice was firm and powerful, as if injecting infinite power into the soldiers.

With the order, the sound of iron hooves roared again. One group of cavalrymen rushed towards the infantry like an unstoppable torrent; one group rushed towards Ji Zisheng and Nalan Jiben, as if to tear them into pieces; one group went to deal with Jiang Taiwei with the belief that they would win; another group escorted Fan Wencheng to retreat southwards, their figures drew beautiful arcs on the grassland.

Although Ebilun had not received the order to retreat, he had already sensed Dorgon's intention. "Don't fight any longer, retreat!" he shouted, but his voice was soon drowned out by the noise of the battlefield. The situation was in chaos, and everyone was entangled by the enemy in front of them and could not escape. Although the Eight Banners soldiers were brave, they were exhausted after many charges and would be killed by the enemy if they were not careful. Their eyes revealed a kind of fatigue and helplessness, as if they had seen the shadow of death.

Dorgon personally led the elite troops to rush towards Ebilun's army again, but just as they were about to arrive, Bakeyong suddenly rushed out from the side, like a flash of lightning across the sky. Dorgon knew that Ebilun was in danger because Ajige could not resist the infantry of the Ming Dynasty. This was not Ajige's fault, but the disparity in the strength of the two sides was too great. No matter where the attack was, it would be supported by other directions and could not be resisted at all. In addition, the weather was hot, and the men and horses were exhausted. If they continued to fight, they would only collapse. The deputy governor could not withstand Jiang Taiwei's offensive. They had equal numbers but were no longer opponents. Their figures looked so small and powerless on the battlefield.

"Retreat!" Dorgon gnashed his teeth and shouted. His voice revealed a kind of helplessness and grief, as if he was declaring war on fate. The main force began to withdraw, but Ebilun and more than a thousand Eight Banners soldiers were surrounded. Their figures on the battlefield seemed so lonely and desperate, as if they had been forgotten by the world.

Ji Zisheng and Nalan Jiben took the opportunity to leave the battle, while Bakeyong and Jiang Taiwei received Huang Degong's order: to pursue Dorgon and continue to implement the tactic of exhausting the enemy. The four of them followed the order and left, their figures drawing graceful arcs on the grassland, as if they were swearing victory.

Only Huang Degong's 30,000 infantry and Ebilun and more than 1,000 cavalry were left on the battlefield. Facing the dense array of spears, Ebilun felt desperate. Although the heavy cavalry was brave, it was difficult for them to break through the spear defense line. Their figures looked so small and powerless in front of the spear array, as if they had been shrouded in death.

"Those who surrender will not be killed!" Ming soldiers shouted in unison, but this was actually an attempt to induce surrender in order to reduce casualties. The leader of the Northern Tartars was worth twenty taels of silver, so how could they not be killed? Their shouts revealed a kind of hypocrisy and cruelty, as if they were mocking Ebilun's stupidity and ignorance.

Ebilun held the knife across his chest and said righteously: "I, Ebilun, am a member of the Manchu Niuhulu clan and a warrior of the Qing Dynasty's Bordered Yellow Banner. I will never surrender to the enemy!" His voice was firm and powerful, as if he was swearing his loyalty and courage to heaven and earth. His eyes revealed a kind of determination and firmness, as if he had seen the dawn of victory. However, he knew that this was just a hopeless resistance, but he still chose to stick to his beliefs and honor.

"Kill! Kill all these dogs!" The roars were accompanied by the swinging of the spears, like dense raindrops, full of anger and hatred, stabbing straight at the arrogant and domineering Eight Banners soldiers. The tip of the spear flashed with cold light, and each strike accurately found the enemy's vital points. The stabbed enemies fell to the ground instantly, their bodies twisted and spasmed under the penetration of the spears, and finally collapsed to the ground powerlessly, unable to stand up again.

The Ming army marched in neat steps and with strict discipline. They were like a steel torrent, gradually narrowing the encirclement and trapping the enemy in the middle. With every step forward, more enemies fell; with every swing of the spear, the pleasure of revenge seemed to be attached to the blade, spreading rapidly like a plague. There was a crazy light in the soldiers' eyes. They seemed to be driven by this power and became fearless. Everyone touched by this power became crazy.

"Kill!" The deafening roar resounded through the sky. The resistance of the Eight Banners Army seemed so insignificant, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. One after another, they fell in a pool of blood. Their armor was pierced by spears, their bodies were cut, and their blood dyed the ground red. In a blink of an eye, Ebilun and his thousands of Eight Banners soldiers were slaughtered. Only the cheers of the Ming army and the wailing of the Eight Banners soldiers remained on the battlefield.

Huang Degong breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this scene. His face was covered with sweat and dirt, but his eyes were shining with the light of victory. So far, he has completed 90% of his mission. From the beginning of containing Dorgon, to the surprise attack, to defeating Duoduo, and finally returning to the pass to fight a decisive battle with Dorgon. He has experienced countless hardships and obstacles, but finally saw the dawn of victory. Now, only the last 10% of the task remains - that is to eliminate Dorgon.

However, Huang Degong also knew clearly that infantry could not bear such a heavy task, and only cavalry could do it. He looked into the distance, his heart full of helplessness and expectation. He knew that the cavalry under Nalan Jiben were their last hope, and only they could catch up with Dorgon and complete this final mission. He prayed silently: "We infantrymen have worked hard enough, I hope Nalan Jiben can seize this opportunity and win more credit for us."

Weng Zhiqi also sighed, "The Eight Banners Army is exhausted and is not far from destruction. Unfortunately, we have too few cavalry, and the cavalry under Nalan Jiben are even fewer. How many enemies can they kill? The credit will probably fall into the hands of Jiang Taiwei or Bakeyong." His face was full of fatigue and regret, but his eyes flashed with expectations for the future.

"Even Ji Zisheng can hardly compete with them." Qiu Yue took off his helmet, his clothes soaked with sweat. He untied his armor and said to Huang Degong: "General, the military merit system stipulated by the court, can it be counted this time?" There was a hint of worry and expectation in his voice. He knew the importance of this battle and hoped to get the due reward.

Huang Degong did not answer, but turned around silently and ordered the soldiers to clean up the battlefield. He knew that it was not the time to celebrate yet, they still needed to continue chasing Dorgon and complete the final mission. He looked into the distance, with a determined light in his eyes.

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During the pursuit, Nalan Jiben turned around and asked Ji Zishen: "Governor Wang, 'When the enemy retreats, we attack; when the enemy attacks, we retreat; when the enemy is tired, we strike'... What does this sentence mean?" His face was full of confusion and puzzlement, he didn't know the deep meaning behind this sentence.

Ji Zishen looked at the enemy in the distance and replied calmly: "That's exactly what it means!" There was a hint of calmness and confidence in his voice. He knew the importance of this sentence and believed that they could act according to its instructions.

What does it mean literally? Nalan Jiben was a little confused. He looked at the armies on the left and right wings. The cavalry of the Ming Dynasty was divided into three armies: left, center and right. The left wing was the Guanning Army led by Bakeyong, the right wing was the Jingying Army led by Jiang Taiwei, and the center army was jointly commanded by him and Ji Zisheng. The three armies followed closely behind Dorgon, maintaining a pursuit posture. He knew that they needed to act according to the instructions of this sentence, but he still didn't understand the deep meaning behind it.

"Stop!" After seeing Dorgon's army stop and camp, Ji Zisheng also immediately ordered the army to stop advancing. He knew that they could not blindly pursue and needed to wait for the opportunity. He looked at the enemy in the distance, his eyes flashing with calmness and wisdom.

"Kill!" Not long after he stopped, Ji Zisheng rushed out with his sword, followed by Nalan Jiben. The enemies who were about to water their horses got back on their horses in panic and fled. Their faces were full of fear and panic. They knew how powerful the Ming army was, and they also knew that if they were caught up, it would mean death.

After chasing for a few more miles, they stopped. Ajige wiped the sweat off his head and finally arrived at Dorgon's side: "Fourteenth brother, the weather is too hot and the Ming army is chasing us so closely. This is not a long-term solution!" There was a hint of fatigue and anxiety in his voice. He knew that this was not a solution.

"Hmm..." Dorgon nodded heavily but couldn't think of any good way to deal with it. His face was full of fatigue and helplessness. He knew that the strategy of the Ming army was simple and effective: never let the enemy have a moment of peace. Chase the enemy when he escapes; attack the enemy when he rests; fight the enemy when he attacks; or chase after dealing with the enemy. If both sides go out at the same time, this strategy is not good for the Ming army because the enemy's cavalry is better than theirs. But once the enemy is involved in infantry warfare, coupled with hot weather and frequent battles, both men and horses will become exhausted. Especially the war horses have reached their limit of endurance. Except for the personal army and Fan Wencheng's troops, all other troops need to rest.

Dorgon summoned a scout to inquire about the situation: "I remember there is a small hippopotamus ahead that can jump over it. Mr. Fan and the others should have reached the river, right? Go and tell them to cross the river and set up defenses and wait for our arrival." There was a hint of anxiety and expectation in his voice, he knew this was their only hope.

Dorgon thought about it and felt that this was the only way to temporarily stop the pursuit of the Ming army. Two thousand infantry and baggage plus two thousand personal soldiers should be enough to rely on the river for defense. Especially since the personal soldiers have never participated in infantry battles, their horsepower, endurance, physical strength and morale are all in the best condition, and they may be able to exert more than twice the combat power of the enemy in the field battle.

"Yes, sir!" Just as the scout was about to walk away, another rider on a fast horse suddenly came galloping over.

"Report! Mr. Fan, Prince Rui, sent a messenger saying that there is a river called Nansha three miles ahead, which is a tributary of the Wenyu River. But it has rained heavily recently and the river water has risen sharply, making it difficult for people and horses to cross the river!" There was a hint of anxiety and helplessness in the messenger's voice. He knew what this news meant to Dorgon.

"What?!" Dorgon's face turned pale as paper in an instant. His heart was filled with despair and helplessness. He knew that this news meant their doom was coming. When it rained a few days ago, he was secretly happy that he could use the rain to attack the city and block the enemy's firearms. Unexpectedly, it has now become a flood that will kill them!
"Are there any Ming Dynasty troops on the other side?" Dorgon quickly regained his composure and asked. He knew that he couldn't panic now and needed to stay calm to come up with a solution.

"No, Mr. Fan has already sent troops upstream and downstream to investigate the situation." There was a hint of comfort in the messenger's voice. He knew that what Dorgon needed now was calm and comfort.

"Time waits for no one!" Dorgon said anxiously as he looked at the exhausted soldiers. His heart was filled with helplessness and anxiety. He knew that he had to find a way now, otherwise they would be wiped out!

Under the scorching sun, the horses were moving slower and slower, and some soldiers began to fall behind. Their faces were full of fatigue and despair. They knew that if they didn't rest, they would be wiped out! The water bags were empty, and the armor was soaked with sweat and turned white and yellow. There was a gleam of despair in their eyes, as if they had seen the coming of death.

"I remember there is a Chaozong Bridge downstream. Go and tell Mr. Fan to occupy that bridge!" Dorgon shouted loudly and ordered the scouts to convey the order immediately. There was a hint of determination and firmness in his voice. He knew this was their only hope!

"Hetala Ajigenikan!" Dorgon shouted again (note that this is not referring to Ajige himself but another person). There was a hint of urgency and expectation in his voice. He knew that this person might be able to save their fate.

"I am here!" A general named Ajigenikan immediately rode up to Dorgon. His face was full of determination and courage. He knew that this was his mission and his honor.

Dorgon looked at him reluctantly and said, "The White Banner is in danger now. I will give you two thousand soldiers and you must stop the pursuit of the Ming army!" There was a trace of trembling and helplessness in his voice. He knew that this was their last hope! Ajigenikan nodded and said nothing, but his eyes were already flashing with determination. He knew that he had to complete this task, otherwise the White Banner would be wiped out! (End of this chapter)