nanming man

Chapter 953 Strangely Tragic
Gao Yihuan led the cavalry, galloped over from a distance, glanced at the Qing army in the wilderness with binoculars, and sneered on his face.

Gao Yihuan was full of confidence when he saw patches of Qing troops and their dependents scattered all over the field in a disorganized manner.

In this battle, as long as Dorgon is killed, Fulin Xiaoer is captured, and the woman who is said to be very powerful, Bumbutai, Wei will win the war against the Qing Dynasty for many years.

At that time, it will be clear at a glance who resisted the Tartars, who turned the tide and relieved the people.

At this moment, while he was watching, a cavalry cavalry of nearly a hundred galloped out from the camp of the Qing army on the opposite side to expel the peeping Wei army.

"My lord, it's not safe here, let's go back first!" Li Laiheng raised his big gun and said anxiously.

Wei Wangchu was observing in front of the gate of Qingying, and the telescope almost hit Dorgon's face, which was indeed a bit too disrespectful.

Gao Yihuan saw Qingqi rushing out, put away the binoculars unhurriedly, then pulled out the rein, "Let's go, let's go back!"

The horse neighed, and the cavalry of the Wei army pulled out their horses and headed west before the cavalry of the Qing army came after them.

It was night, in the county government office, Gao Yihuan was anxious for the generals, and Xu Heihu from the east also came to discuss.

Everyone stood in front of a temporary sand table, Xu Heihu pointed at the sand table with a wooden pole, and introduced: "My lord, there are about 14 people gathered in the area between these two rivers, including 6 real Tartar warriors. There are about [-] people in the Han Eight Banners and a small number of Mongolian Eight Banners, and the remaining [-] people are all dependents, and most of them are dependents of the Manchus."

Jin Xiangang heard the words and said: "So, the Qing army still has more than 7 soldiers, which is equal to ours."

Gao Yihuan asked, "Where are the dependents of the Han Banner?"

Xu Heihu said: "Most of them arrived in Dengzhou ahead of schedule, and I have already sent [-] soldiers and horses there."

Gao Yihuan nodded, and then said, "Tell me about your plans for tomorrow!"

Xu Heihu said: "The morale of the Qing army is completely low now, but there are so many of them and they are gathered together, and I can't do anything about them. Tomorrow, the infantry will line up their guns and press up from the west to force the Qing army to fight. If the minister leads the cavalry to charge again, the Tartars will surely be defeated!"

……

In the dark night, outside the camp of the Qing army, a series of rockets trailing their trails screamed and fell into the camp, igniting the tents from time to time, causing a commotion.

Standing outside the tent, Dorgon looked at the bright light and knew that it was the scouts of the Wei army firing rockets to harass the army camp.

The muscles on Dorgon's face twitched, you have the upper hand as a high thief, why are you still playing these small tricks.

He looked at it for a while, and then walked to the camp where the Manchu family members lived. When the Manchurians, men, women and children saw Dorgon approaching, they all stood up and surrounded him.

An old man said with anticipation in his eyes: "Master, can we go back to Liaodong?"

"My lord, the servants want to go home!"

Everyone around looked at Dorgon with timid eyes, afraid of hearing a negative answer.

Manchus are human beings, and they are also afraid of death and feel fear.

Dorgon looked at the expectant eyes, and nodded firmly, "The Qing Dynasty has no way out now, but as long as you show your courage, this king will definitely be able to bring you back to Liaodong!"

Dorgon gave a few words of encouragement, returned to the big tent, recruited many generals, and began to discuss matters.

"This king has received news that there are only 7 Wei thieves who have rushed to Qingzhou. We must defeat these [-] Wei troops before the Wei troops from Hedong catch up!"

……

The next day, in the eastern suburbs of Lechang County, the land of Qilu was desolate, with abandoned fields and dilapidated villages everywhere.

The barren scene spread to the end of the land, and the world was desolate.

At this time, a sad singing sound came from the east, "The octagonal drums jingle, and the eight banners are planted in all directions. The banners, the soldiers line up, and the warriors of the eight banners fight in all directions. Yellow helmets, yellow armors, yellow battle robes, yellow saddles and yellow Horse yellow bells. Send troops and horses, win battles, defeat the barbarians and return home. Cross the village head, enter the village, tie the horses by the gate, enter the house door, beat Qian'er, and meet Ama and Erniang~~~"

A desolate and desperate singing came, the voice was clear, revealing the hope of living, but also revealing a sense of homesickness.

Gao Yihuan was riding on the horse, and when he heard the voice from afar, he frowned slightly, and then snorted coldly, "Tartars give this to the lonely king!"

He looked back at the [-] Wei troops behind him, and saw banners and flags unfurling, a dense formation, and forests of thorns. He saw the ups and downs of the blunderbuss, raising the cannons of the yellow dust, and his heart was extremely calm.

Now that I know I'm going back to Liaodong, I miss my parents and my hometown, so what did I do earlier?
The army of Wei absorbed many Mongols, and Gao Yihuan had a concubine who was proficient in both Mongolian and Tibetan. Gao Yihuan often learned foreign languages ​​and knew a little Mongolian, so he could catch a general idea.

At this time, he clenched his fist with his right hand and shouted loudly, "Change formation!"

When the military order was issued, the advancing Wei soldiers stood still, walked down the official road, and then turned around one end as if opening the door, turning the vertical formation of 300 people into a horizontal formation.

Soon the vertical formations turned into horizontal formations one by one, and the [-] Wei troops formed a huge horizontal formation in a short time, and an extremely thick black line appeared on the ground, advancing like a wall.

At this time, Li Guoshuai led 3 people and went to Jining to stop the Ming army. The two sides of Wei and Ming had basically torn their faces.

Gao Yihuan led the main force of the Henan Wei army to fight in Qingzhou with more than [-] Qing troops and Eight Banners dependents.

At the end of July and the beginning of August, the weather gradually became cooler, but Gao Yihuan felt a little chilly.

The reason for this was the clearer and clearer singing voice ahead. Gao Yihuan could only understand a general idea, but from the voice, he heard a sense of desolation and despair.

Li Laiheng had goosebumps all over his body, and he spit, "My lord, what are they crying about? It's so weird."

At this time, the sound was getting closer and closer, and the Qing army did not form a defensive formation, but was advancing.

Finally, a variegated line appeared on the horizon, and as time passed, the line gradually became thicker, and finally stretched infinitely, turning into a carpet of countless figures.

Gao Yihuan picked up the binoculars and looked at it in front of his eyes. He could clearly see the army pressing up in the circular field of vision. They had no flags, no armor, no army formation, and they were not all men.

In the opposite team, there were men and women, old and young, and they were uneven. Gao Yihuan could even clearly see, in the front of the team, an old tartar with a gray beard and two people standing beside him. The little Tartars up to their waists all held weapons in their hands.

Gao Yihuan put down the binoculars, with a cruel look on his face, and said coldly, "It's interesting! Dorgon, the grandson of the turtle, is so tragic!!"

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