Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 714
"Has King Pingxi ever thought about it?"

Even though the tent was filled with the smell of blood, Ma Bao had a new injury, and Wu Zhimao, the governor of the same family, was knocked off his horse by a shell, lost a leg and was covered in bandages, and the rest of the generals of the Wu army were not much better. Go, everyone was in a mess, Li Biao, the cavalry general who had just taken office, simply died in Poyang Town, and Wang Fuchen, who was driven to clean the toilet, had to be recruited back.

In the military tent, there was also a yin and yang man full of eccentricity, with his hands behind his back and the tail of a money mouse drooping, looking at Wu Sangui with arrogance and contempt, shaking his head in an indescribable tone.

"King Pingxi knows about the regent's temper, and he doesn't have that much patience. If King Pingxi refuses to agree and join us again in the Qing Dynasty, it will be too late for regret."

If you don't come to participate, it's not Dorgon. He secretly assembled the army, and even the fierce Korean battlefield was put aside first. Dorgon assembled 12 Mongolian cavalry, and now he is gazing at the ruins of Yangzhou In fact, now is a rare opportunity, under the pressure of Song Qingshu, to tie Wu Sangui, the dog who broke free from the chain, back again.

This man has been here for several days, and he is getting more and more arrogant every day. Today, he is also domineering to the extreme.Wu Sangui's face was also extremely gloomy, and he was sitting in the handsome chair and meditating.

"Prince Pingxi, even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about the soldiers! The big guy has followed you for so many years, and died here, how..."

click~

The enslavement envoy wanted to persuade him, but under the watchful eyes of everyone, Wu Sangui flew out with a knife. While Ma Bao and others couldn't believe it, the head flew two meters away with pride, and blood sprayed the tent all at once.

"My lord!"

The flesh on his cheeks twitched, and Wang Fuchen plopped to his knees on the ground. Next to him, Wu Zhimao, who was dying, also sighed and held his fists.

"My lord, let's end the Qing Dynasty, let's, alas..."

"The far water can't solve the near fire. Dorgon is determined to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight. Besides, even if you take refuge in him, do you think you will end well? Don't forget how Tian Jianxiu and those thieves died?"

Like a lone wolf, Wu Sangui cruelly glanced at the panic-stricken generals under him, humming sinisterly and coldly.

"Besides, the king hasn't lost yet! We have suffered a heavy loss this time, but he is also tired of coping with it! Today he has transferred a lot of infantry from the northern front to the southern front. This is his culprit! Let him go tomorrow! A battalion is holding Poyang Town, and all the people from all walks of life are attacking Fool Song. Wang Fuchen, your cavalry bypassed Lianhua Mountain from the Changqing official road, and attack Fool Song's back for me. Tomorrow, the king will kill him Do not stay behind!"

Unprecedented confidence appeared on his face, and Wu Sangui even laughed out loud, but thinking back to today's hellish battlefield, every Wu army swallowed heavily.

…………

In the early morning of the next day, the sun had just risen, and Wu Jun, who hastily ate two mouthfuls of steamed buns and rice, was driven onto the battlefield again.

According to Wu Sangui's plan, this time only 20 infantry were sent to contain the extremely weak Sixth Front Army in Poyang Town, while more than [-] troops gathered at the foot of Lianhua Mountain.

"Attack! All the gold and silver are yours, and the feudal lords and uncles are all yours. Those who retreat will all be eaten by knives!"

Wu Sangui really spent a lot of money, a box of gold and silver was poured out in front of the formation, and a piece of it was thrown on the ground, shining and dazzling people's eyes. Frightened and terrified, Wu Jun, who had fought hard for a day, swarmed towards Lianhua Mountain again amidst Wu Sangui's shouts of coming to the front of the battle.

Just behind this army, the sharpest knife in Wu Sangui's hands, more than 3 Mongolian and Han cavalry were extremely low-key, dragging the flag, and galloped quietly to the northeast.

With the first sound of Wu Jun's cannon, this bloodier second day began.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Regardless of physical strength and formation, the forced Wu Jun with red eyes charged upwards like a lunatic, artillery fire roared past them, and shells rolled into the crowd from time to time, knocking dozens of people into the air like a bowling ball , The density of the attack was even more dense. Even with a loose formation, the 1000-meter road leading to Lianhua Mountain was still full of stumps, arms, and wounded, screaming in pain.

At this time, the Yefenling position in the middle of Lianhua Mountain was also caught in a full-scale melee. On the front line of more than 1000 meters, the Wu army and the Ming army who kept rushing up were repeatedly fighting in the trench. Grenade explosions came and went.

Wu Jun is like the rushing water of the Yangtze River, constantly washing away Yefenling.

"My lord, please forgive me!"

"Give me another chance!"

Crying and screaming also spread to the Wu army's position at the foot of the mountain. More than 300 soldiers who had retreated from the defeat, Mr. Qian kowtowed their heads and begged for mercy, but Wu Sangui didn't even blink his eyes, and threw a blood-red command arrow on the ground viciously. With the sound of swiping the sword, more than 300 heads rolled to the ground.

As if he was comparing with Song Qingshu who killed his own people more ruthlessly, Wu Sangui really did it. This morning, more than 900 Wu troops were beheaded because of their unauthorized retreat, and their heads were placed in a row in front of the army formation. Looking at the ferocious faces, Wu Jun who was fighting ahead was terrified to the extreme.

However, this one is killing people, and that one is also roaring anxiously in Wu Sangui's heart.

"Wang Fuchen, where is this bastard?"

In the later Civil War, during the Battle of Gettysburg, where the entire battlefield turned the tide of the battle, one of the most criticized tactical mistakes of Confederate commander Robert Lee was that he allowed his cavalry to scout and attack by themselves near the battlefield without all In the battle to attack Cemetery Ridge and Seminary Ridge, this time, Wang Fuchen's cavalry, which was enough to turn the tide of the battle, circled around Lianhua Mountain in the same confusion.

The place has not been affected by the flames of war. There are still green seedlings in the fields, and the small village is emitting pale white smoke. It is an idyllic scene of paradise, but Wang Fuchen has no intention of admiring it at all.

"General, are we in the wrong place!"

Following the warlord, Mongolian leader Lang Tudemu ran over with his horse for the third time, but Wang Fuchen was still shaking his fat head and big ears.

"That's right! The map is like this. The terrain in the south of the Yangtze River is complicated. How can it be compared with your broken straw mats? The prince can rely on us to let the soldiers walk more slowly and save horsepower, so they can go all out in a while!"

"General, this..., follow orders!"

Full of anxiety, Jiannu specially trained the Mongolian assistant leader with a simple mind and well-developed limbs to give in at last, holding his fists and leaving, while Wang Fuchen's sweaty head suddenly showed a strange smile, squinting his eyes at Looking southeast.

At this time, the battle at Yefen Ridge reached a fever pitch.

"Wu Dog, go to hell!"

"Take your life, Song Dog!"

Shouting and cursing at each other, the two cornered armies fought fiercely with each other, bullets flew, bows and arrows fluttered, and immediately corpses piled up the trench fortifications.

A fluttering arrow just hit the wooden beam of the pavilion, and more than ten meters in front of him, a Wu Jun rushed over frantically, but was stabbed to the ground by several bayonets immediately, and the bloody smell filled the pavilion all of a sudden, but Song Qingshu didn't seem to notice it, and instead drank coffee, he should flip through the battle reports.

Behind him is his commander-in-chief, the chief assistant of his cabinet, who helped him change from a slave to a citizen, and gave everyone land and job hunting. Sweat was rolling all over his forehead, and he resisted desperately.

"Marshal, let's step back! Even if you don't think about yourself, think about Mrs. Caiwei, and those adults in our Liberal National Party!"

Song Qingshu was not in a hurry with this arrow, but Xiaobao almost cried out of fright, sadly begging at the side again, but Song Qingshu snorted when he heard it.

"Let me tell you, Xiaobao, the bolder you are, the younger you become. Back then in the Yellow River, you were not afraid when you fought with the official dog. Now I have three masters in front of me. I've lost my wool!"

"But handsome!"

This little treasure was still sadly trying to persuade him, but suddenly, two elite fighters pushed a ragged guy towards the gazebo, and kicked him to kneel in front of Song Qingshu.

"Commander, this fellow said that he is the personal soldier of Wang Fuchen, governor of Shaanxi, please see the commander!"

"Oh? Wang Fuchen, that fat man?"

"That's right, that's my Fatty Wang."

Song Qingshu couldn't help raising his brows because of the name of the other general in his hand, and then he looked cheerfully at the soldier who was kneeling on the ground and asked about it.

"Your Lord Wang sent you to find me, what's your business?"

"You are handsome Song!"

This soldier was really carefully selected by Wang Fuchen. He was able to speak well, and he handed over a personal letter with both hands. Rebellion is simply intolerable, my Fat Master has long been looking forward to submitting to the Marshal, and now the opportunity is rare, so I specially sent the younger one to surrender."

"Oh, your general Wang has a heart."

After tearing open the autographed letter and casually reading it, Song Qingshu asked with a smile, "Where is your General Wang?"

"Jian Wuping, Wu Thief still wants my general to attack the commander-in-chief, but those idiots are being dragged by my fat man to Raozhou."

Fearing that Song Qingshu didn't know his sincerity, he didn't even set up a gatekeeper, so he just said everything he confided. Song Qingshu smiled even more when he heard it, and waved his hand with "Longyan Joy".

"This person is not bad. Come here. I will give you 500 taels of silver! I will also give him the ivory from the poisoned body. I will prepare wine, food, and entertainment. I am going to write a reply. Brother, go sit down and eat something. Feel the warmth of our Daming."

Seeing Song Qingshu's kindness, the soldier was so beautiful that he was taken down even kowtowing and bowing.

"Marshal, then Wang Fuchen is about to surrender!"

Watching the soldier walk away, Sun Chuanting, Minister of the Ministry of War who was terribly anxious at the side, ran over in three steps at a time, who knew that the smile on Song Qingshu's face suddenly turned into a sneer, and he tore up Wang Fuchen's handwritten letter Toss aside.

"It's probably true that he wants to drop, but this fat pig has a lot of appetite. If the imperial court seals him as Marquis of Jing, he will live in Jingzhou forever. Hehe, he is going to be Wu Sangui's second!"

"This……"

"Don't worry about so much, first guard the 28th to 36th divisions in Nanshan, guard the Fengyang [-]th division in the north, and the Fengyang [-]th divisions are all transferred back. My mother beat me up all morning. I should give Wu Sangui some color. Look!"

Listening to Song Qingshu's ruthless mouth, Sun Chuanting was almost scared to death, and hurriedly waved his hands: "Master, think twice! In this way, there are only three teachers of Li Dingyuan left behind us. Once Wang Fuchen comes from behind !"

"Looking at the time, starting in the morning and arriving now, then Wang Fuchen should have reached Jianwuping without a doubt. It will take an hour for him to come back. Besides, this fat pig would not dare to act rashly if there is another The hour is about to turn around!"

"But it's dangerous..."

"Fighting the world is a boat against the current, this bet is worth it!"

Seeing Song Qingshu stand up confidently, he seemed to be infected by the atmosphere, and without saying a word, Sun Chuanting immediately went to give the order.

Tens of thousands of people huddled together at the Yefenling defense line, fighting frantically and bloodily, slashing with knives continuously, General Ma Bao cut down several Ming troops in succession, seeing that this ditch was about to be taken down again, At this juncture, ping-pong-pong gunshots suddenly sounded behind him. Under his unbelievable gaze, from the north and south of Lianhua Mountain, an unknown number of Ming troops raised their guns forward, and the steaming white smoke filled the air. There was a layer of forest, and Wu Jun, who was still fighting behind him, fell down like cutting wheat.

"how is this possible?"

(End of this chapter)