Ancestors, please don't crawl out again.

Chapter 38 Maxim, I Want Maxim
The decisive battle on the front line soon produced its results.

The Qing army collapsed.

It can even be said that the collapse was very sudden.

Without warning.

It can almost be said that the Qing army collapsed inexplicably at the most intense moment of the bloody battle.

The Eight Banners Manchu warriors who were originally still engaged in a bloody battle suddenly began to collapse from one point at an extremely fast speed, like a sand dam washed away by a flood. All the once brave and invincible Eight Banners Manchu warriors fled the battlefield frantically.

The army was defeated like a mountain.

They had completely lost hope, the courage to continue fighting. Or perhaps they had already given up hope and were only deceiving themselves that there was still a chance of breaking through, but their rationality had long since told them that a breakout was completely impossible. These were the aftermath of hundreds of battles, they had been fighting their entire lives. How could they not realize their situation? They were simply deceiving themselves into not facing it, but this decisive battle ruthlessly shattered their illusions.

When they suddenly saw the cruel reality that they had known for a long time, their defenses were broken, they collapsed, and their world collapsed.

"It's useless even if it's cured."

Yang Feng looked at the completely collapsed Eight Banners Manchu warriors in the sky.

The latter were like the Ming troops they had defeated in the past, throwing away everything they could as they ran.

They even pushed and trampled on each other, as if the only thing on their minds was escape.

This scene even stunned their opponents. The young and strong men who were also standing in the sea of ​​corpses and blood looked at the fleeing enemy in a daze.

They also didn't understand what was happening.

Why did the powerful enemy who was fighting a bloody battle with them suddenly turn around and run away?
"Even if these Qing monsters can escape, they won't be able to fight again in the future. This is what happened to our imperial army in the past."

One of the young and strong men who had once served in the government army made a similar evaluation to that of Emperor Taizu with a gloating look.

Indeed, this was a psychological collapse, or in other words, as an army, especially an army that was almost invincible in the past, their soul had been shattered.

Even if he could escape, he would no longer be as brave as before.

They are brave because they have won so many victories that they are confident that they are invincible. Since they are invincible, of course they are fearless.

But now their confidence has vanished.

Even if they could escape, they would be terrified on the battlefield, and even like the Ming troops they defeated time and time again, they would collapse at the first touch of the enemy.

Of course, they couldn't escape.

The young and strong men began to chase immediately, and each head was worth one hundred taels.

It wasn't just the Qing troops on the front lines that collapsed; those behind them were also dragged down by the collapse. Upon seeing the Manchus collapse, the Han Eight Banner troops abandoned their cannons without hesitation, even before the Manchus could reach them. The Qing troops resting behind them also looked in astonishment at their comrades fleeing towards them. Not understanding what was happening, they could only follow suit and flee.

When Yang Feng resurrected the wounded and inspected the battlefield along the river valley, what appeared before him was a complete defeat.

All the Qing troops were fleeing.

There is no organization, no order, and no command.

They were all running away like a pile of loose sand.

Even when they saw the headhunters coming out of the nearby forest to hunt their companions, no one went to rescue them.

The young and strong men chasing behind them were also constantly catching up with those who ran slower or the abandoned wounded soldiers, and then harvesting their heads like the headhunters.

As hoes, guillotines and even shovels fell, the heads of the Eight Banners warriors fell to the ground.

As an army that was once invincible, they were not even killed by weapons, but by farm tools.

Their corpses were abandoned in the wilderness, becoming food for wild beasts and fertilizer for the land.

Then, even those Qing troops who had previously maintained their formations were overwhelmed by their own comrades. The generals rode their horses, roaring, whipping and even hacking at the collapsing soldiers, trying to stabilize them, but to no avail. Some were even thrown down by the fleeing soldiers and trampled over. And they did not just flee forward, some also fled into the mountains and forests on both sides. In fact, there were many such cases, although there were still countless people waiting to hunt them in the mountains and forests, and once they entered the mountains and forests, there was actually nowhere to escape.

To the west are dozens of miles of towering mountains, but on the other side of the mountains is a mighty river.

east……

To the east are almost endless mountains.

As for the Ming troops who surrendered later, they of course joined the rout without hesitation.

Together, they formed a garbage belt in the valley and moved forward, sweeping away all the Qing troops along the way.

The generals soon realized that the situation was hopeless and fled as well.

Yang Feng flew leisurely in the sky. The fleeing Qing soldiers below didn't even bother to look at him. Instead, the headhunters that kept emerging from the mountains and forests were bowing to him. Then, as happily as a pride of lions following wildebeests, they kept tearing off pieces of the defeated Qing soldiers and turning their heads into their own silver.

Yang Feng continued to fly forward to Guangang. The Qing troops there were also in retreat. Because they were far from the front lines, they could still maintain order, but the large number of surrendering Ming troops was also causing the situation to gradually get out of control. The Qing army was actually divided into two groups, the front and the back, with the surrendering Ming troops in the middle. Their rearguard was in Gegong, a small village that was a traffic bottleneck. It was connected to Jiande via a mountain road to the west, Dongdai via a mountain road to the east, and Shimen to the south. The Qing army came from Dongdai along this road.

There was no point in retreating along the Yangtze River. After all, they couldn't open Jiande, and the second batch of cavalry from Nanjing had already arrived. Besides, opening it was useless.

It is still blocked at Hukou by the mighty Yangtze River.

There is still a glimmer of hope if we return to Dongdai and then go to Qimen.

Of course, it was just a front line. After all, even if the Huizhou gentry did not fight them to the death, they still had to face the endless mountains of Huizhou.

But there is still a glimmer of hope. Although you can't go back to the north, at least you can still survive.

It has to be said that the Qing army is now like a headless fly, running around in a panic. If they did not have a large number of guides under their command, they would not even know where to run.

Yang Feng followed the Qing army retreating from Guangang and flew all the way to Gegong...

He was looking for someone, he was looking for Ajige. Now the princes and nobles of my Qing Dynasty have all learned bad things. They all wear the armor of ordinary soldiers, and do not carry big flags or umbrellas. In short, they try to blend in with the soldiers. Although Nikan, who originally invented this method, did not save himself, this is indeed the best way. After all, they have no other way to deal with Yang Feng's beheading.

Yang Feng has been looking for Ajige these days, but there is no clue at all. My Prince Ying of the Qing Dynasty is hiding very well.

He is so scared!

His brother died and was boiled to death, Lekedehun died, Nikan died and was tortured to death by slicing, and Bolo died.

Anyone who is targeted by this demon will not be able to escape.

He didn't want to be cooked like his brother, so he could only hide himself as much as possible.

Anyway, it has come to this point and there is no need for any command. His hiding made Yang Feng quite helpless. After all, it is still difficult to find a person without special marks among the defeated soldiers all over the mountains.

"Damn. This bastard is hiding really well."

Yang Feng looked at the retreating Qing army below.

The latter had already set foot on the mountain road to Dongdai, an ancient stone road that wound through the mountains. This was actually the trade route for Huizhou merchants. Every year, a large number of Huizhou merchants took this road to Jiande, then on to Dongliu, where they joined the Yangtze River trade route. However, this trade route was very narrow, especially in the mountains, where people basically rode alone in a line. The Eight Banner Manchu warriors, who had suffered a devastating defeat, rode on their horses, their eyes empty, like a group of walking corpses. After all, they knew that even if they reached Dongdai, it would be useless.

Firstly, Dongdai was probably already controlled by the Ming army. Secondly, to go to Dongdai, they could only continue to go deeper into the mountains, and their home was in the north!
What they want is to withdraw to the north of the Yangtze River, not to go deeper and deeper into the mountainous areas of southern Anhui.

They are going in completely different directions!
Now all the Qing troops are probably cursing Ajige, saying that it was this idiot who brought them into a desperate situation.

Yang Feng continued to fly along the mountain road and finally arrived at a small village. Here the mountain road passed a stone arch bridge across a stream. He landed in the small village. There was no one here, but no dead bodies were seen. It was very likely that they had fled before the Qing army arrived. After all, there were mountains all around, so it was easy to run. He found a bamboo lounge chair from the house, moved it to the stone arch bridge, put it directly in the middle, and sat down.

There is a gurgling stream here, and the surrounding area has a southern Anhui style, which feels very good.

"Come on Maxim!"

He said.

"Does it have to be Maxim? Isn't Lao Gan Ma enough?"

The so-called God said.

"Yes, Maxim, I want Maxim."

Yang Feng said.

Then a Maxim rifle appeared in front of him.

He set up the thing, went to find two buckets, carried two buckets of water from the stream, filled the Maxim with water, and put on the bullet belt. But then he found that he needed a co-gunner, so he took out the infrared detector and searched the mountains and forests, and soon found a heat source not far away.

"Come out, I see you!"

he shouted.

The next moment, the Fang Tian Hua Ji flew out and instantly stabbed in front of the heat source.

Then a terrified cry was heard, and a child crawled out from the bushes, his body covered in patches, making it impossible to tell whether he was a boy or a girl.

"come over."

Yang Feng shouted.

At the same time, the Fang Tian Hua Ji returned to his hand.

The child walked to his side crying. At this time, a long winding line of Qing troops could be seen on the mountain road.

"Hold this thing."

Yang Feng pointed at the bullet belt and said.

The child held the bullet belt tremblingly.

The next moment, Yang Feng pressed the trigger to fire, and tongues of fire instantly erupted from the front. The sound of the gunfire frightened the child so much that he screamed in fear and even sat down on the ground. Fortunately, he hadn't let go of the bullet belt. But he stopped screaming immediately afterwards. Instead, he stared at the Qing army with wide eyes in surprise. The latter were being hit by bullets, and blood and flesh were splattered, and they kept falling off their horses...

(End of this chapter)