Prince Chongzhen

Chapter 105 Collapse

"Enemy attack!"

Xiang Rensheng had just dealt with the Qing army sentry post that he had just discovered when a scream suddenly came from about six or seven feet away from him.

Along the way, they were almost exposed several times, but with mutual cooperation, they managed to reach the Qing army camp safely.

However, when they arrived here, not only were the Qing army sentries much more dense than before, their vigilance was also much stronger than before.

However, this was within expectations. After the sound was heard, not only did Xiang Rensheng and his companions reveal their figures, but even the guard camp that was following them more than ten feet behind also rushed out from the darkness.

Afterwards, Zhu Baozi bent his bow and drew his arrow. The Qing soldier could only shout twice more before being hit by an arrow and falling straight into the grass beach.

Seeing this, Xiang Rensheng was naturally amazed at the accuracy of the archery, but the Qing soldiers on duty who ran directly into the camp stunned him for a moment, and he even forgot to praise Zhu Baozi.

"Brother Xiang, what are you thinking about?"

A soldier from the Royal Guards teased Xiang Rensheng as he passed by him, and only then did he recover from the enemy's strange reaction.

Originally they had thought of many ideas on how to break through the enemy camp wall, and were even prepared to pay a heavy price.

But in the end, the enemy soldiers on duty scattered and fled when they saw someone coming out to attack, making Xiang Rensheng feel like he was punching cotton.

Of course, this is definitely a great thing for the Ming army.

Without the interference of the enemy in the camp, even if the wood used for the walls of the Qing army camp was as thick as a bowl, it could not delay the Ming army for much.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The battlefield, which should have been drowned in shouts and screams, was instead filled with the sound of logging.

But after a moment, there was a clanging sound, and the wall of the Qing army camp suddenly lost its function of blocking the enemy.

"Each one does his own thing!"

Following Xiang Rensheng's loud shout, the guard battalion rushed into the Qing army camp in groups of twenty people, followed closely by the militiamen carrying hay on their backs and lamp oil in their arms.

After all, Zhou Xiancai was a man with hundreds of lives on his hands. Even though he was a little nervous before, when he saw the scene in front of him, his blood was immediately aroused.

"kill!"

With a loud shout, he rushed out suddenly, leaving even his own small flag behind.

"Zhou Xiancai!"

The flagman saw him leaving the team and shouted, but Zhou the Butcher was so angry that he didn't care about anything else. It didn't take long for him to disappear in the enemy's tent.

To be honest, even though the enemy had already fled in all directions at this time, they were still alone in the deep.

It would be fine if the whole team stayed together. As long as we didn't encounter a large group of enemies, we would always be able to deal with them.

Now he rushed out alone. Not to mention encountering a large number of enemy troops, even if he encountered only three or two of them, he might lose his life.

To be honest, the small flag officer wanted to bring Zhou Xiancai back.

This was not only because the two of them got along well, but also because Zhou Xiancai had performed extremely well in previous training, which made him feel that this butcher might have a bright future.

But it was useless to say anything now. After all, he was the commander of the entire flag team. How could he put the entire team in danger because of one person?

After hesitating for a moment, Xiaoqi finally followed the order from his superiors and selected a team of soldiers from the Royal Guard Camp to follow him. Zhou Xiancai's life and death now depended on himself.

After a while, more than ten tents had been set on fire by the militiamen, and the group responsible for clearing the Qing army's outposts had already rushed into the enemy camp under the leadership of Xiang Rensheng.

This is certainly not the case with Xiang Rensheng feeling as angry as the butcher.

After receiving the important information, Zhu Cilang ordered them to verify its authenticity as quickly as possible.

After a while, they captured a few Qing soldiers, but these people had followed Duoduo all the way from Jiangbei and were unaware of the news. As a result, they had to take the risk of going deeper, just to find someone who could verify the news.

"Who is your commander-in-chief?"

Xiang Rensheng was only wearing a layer of armor, but he held an iron rod in each hand, just like Ustu before in the midst of the fleeing army.

No, although the Ming army had few enemies that night, they never stopped fighting back under the encouragement of Zhu Cilang. However, the Qing troops were only concerned with escaping and had no intention of fighting back. Xiang Rensheng was much calmer among this group of fleeing soldiers than Ustu was at that time.

"Commander?"

Hearing this question, the Qing soldier was stunned for a moment, but in less than a second he reacted under the motivation of his life.

"My commander is Liu."

There was a sound.

The Qing soldier was hit on the head with a stick and fell to the ground before he could even finish his words, while Xiang Rensheng just let go of him without even looking at him again.

Xiang Rensheng is not an impatient person, but he is a little anxious under such pressure.

He knew very well what the news meant to Yingtian and to the entire war situation.

In order to make arrangements as soon as possible after obtaining accurate information, His Highness even took the risk again and personally approached within a few miles of the Tartar camp.

How could he not be impatient and anxious in such a situation?

But things are unpredictable. Although Xiang Rensheng and the dozens of people he led captured a number of surrendered soldiers, they were either under the command of Marshal Liu or Marshal Li. They never met even half of the people they were looking for.

At this point, Xiang Rensheng also noticed something was wrong.

These Qing troops collapsed at the first blow, and most of the military tents in the camp were empty. Considering that the news came so easily, it could be said that this was a strategy of the Qing army to lure the enemy.

Although Xiang Rensheng did not stop his hands, he was constantly thinking in his mind.

The empty military tents could be interpreted as the Tatar main force having dispersed, and their immediate collapse could also be interpreted as the result of catching the Qing army off guard.

But now I haven't even seen a real Tartar, how can I explain it?
"Where are the Tartars?"

He captured another defeated soldier, but this time the question he asked was different.

"Sir, the Tartars are all in the rear camp. I am just trying to make a living."

"The rear camp? Then why leave all of you here?"

The defeated soldier's cries came from the bottom of his heart, but Xiang Rensheng seemed to be unaware of it.

Although he had only participated in half a battle, he was not a novice who knew nothing.

Don’t be fooled by the fact that each of these defeated soldiers sounded more sad and sincere than the other when they cried. However, if they were really given the opportunity, they would probably be even more brutal than the Tartars when harming their own people.

"Who is your commander-in-chief?"

"My commander is Li."

The fleeing soldier felt a dull pain on his head before he could finish his words, and then he collapsed to the ground.

"Oh! Why did that militiaman come here?"

Just when Xiang Rensheng had given up most of his hope in verifying the truth of the news, he heard someone say something beside him.

When he looked over there, he saw a militiaman carrying hay on his back fighting with two surrendered soldiers.

"Go and give him a hand."

(End of this chapter)