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Volume 1 Chapter 468: If God dies, I will

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    The Tatar cavalry, who had fought fiercely all night, were exhausted and suffered heavy losses. However, they saw the winged cavalry rushing over, but they did not notice it.  () Many Tatars shouted and rushed towards An**.  The two cavalrymen collided with each other. There was a popping sound, and the Tatars screamed in pain and fell off their horses.  The Manchu and Qing cavalry were good at using weapons such as axes, spears, machetes, and maces, all of which were very powerful.  But facing the lances of the hussars, their weapons seemed to be a bit shorter, and this was the point of death.  The moment the two sides collided, all those who were stabbed under the horses were Tatars. They screamed in pain and tossed back and forth.  The companions behind were all frightened and didn't know what to do for a moment.  The lances of the Hussars are all disposable. After stabbing the opponent, they immediately put it aside, took out the steel knife, and rushed into the middle of the Tatars without hesitation. In a blink of an eye, heads were rolling in. No matter how brave the Tatars were, they were all killed on the spot.  .  Dorgon saw that the proud Eight Banners force was so vulnerable. He suddenly remembered that in the Battle of Northern Henan, it was such a cavalry equipped with spears that inflicted heavy losses on the Qing soldiers!  Dorgon immediately felt something was wrong, but he had already sent the main force of the cavalry to Luck Dehun, and he could only rely on his firecrackers.  "Quickly, form a formation!" Dorgon roared angrily, and these musket soldiers changed directions in a panic, but before they could line up, the hussars had already taken out their spare muskets and fired randomly.  The Tatars were beaten to their knees, and a gap immediately appeared in the team.  "The opportunity has come!" Yue Polu shouted loudly: "Charge!" He took the lead in jumping on his horse and rushed into the Tatar's fire rifle soldiers. The horse's momentum was huge.  Three or five Tatars were knocked away.  The steel knife in his hand was swung up and down, and each of the Tatars was cut in half and fell to the ground dead.  A charge.  Right in front of them, a bloody alley appeared.  It was like a wound appeared on the skin, and the soldiers behind them swarmed in. The wound was getting bigger and more ferocious!  The biggest weakness of the infantry phalanx is this. If it is broken at one point, the entire line will collapse.  It turned out that these Tatars integrated the Old Guard and fought to death.  Suddenly attacked by winged cavalry, everything was in chaos.  The coward dropped his weapon and ran away.  When someone ran away, the formation collapsed, and the remaining Tatars were still dazed when they were stabbed by sudden weapons.  Became an unjust ghost.  The more the cavalry fought, the more energetic they became.  Yue Polu was even more of a strong general, and he set his sights on the Chinese army's flag!  "Dorgon, come and take your orders!" The soldiers fought bravely to be the first, howling and shouting, shouting and neighing, stepping on the corpses of Tatars, and they all rushed towards this side.  "Prince Regent, let's go quickly!" Tun Qi looked at the rapidly approaching hussars.  I was so anxious that my forehead was covered with sweat.  Dorgon's heart was particularly sad at this time, and he could see it clearly.  His own men and horses were less than fifty meters away from the large flag on the opposite side.  The biggest opponent is there. As long as you kill him, the world will be yours.  When victory was within reach, the situation suddenly reversed. Looking at these carefully trained soldiers around me, the last essence of the Eight Banners was lost like this. What hope do you have in the future!  Without the powerful army, what is Dorgon and the Qing Dynasty?  "I won't admit defeat, I'm going to kill you!" Dorgon suddenly pulled out the sword from his ribs, and as if he was crazy, he rushed towards the proudly standing red flag.  "Stop the regent, stop it quickly." Tun Qi shouted in horror, and his minions also swarmed up.  The sky was completely bright. After surviving the dark night, An** quickly used the command of the hot air balloon to concentrate his superior forces and continuously break through the Qing army's defense line. The major counterattack had already begun.  There were roars and shouts of death everywhere.  The huge battlefield with hundreds of thousands of people is simply indescribable. Any person is as insignificant as a drop in the ocean.  Especially the Mongols, they and Dorgon had a relationship of mutual use.  Now that the regent's failure has been exposed, there is no need for them to die together.  Starting from Bashan, more and more Mongolian tribes began to flee for their lives. Those who could run ran away, and those who could not ran knelt down and served as prisoners. They even turned their guns and attacked the Manchus.  Tun Qi has noticed the decay of the battlefield. If he continues to fight, there will be only death!  But Dorgon was not willing to give in. Tunqi could only grit his teeth, rushed in front of Dorgon, and grabbed Dorgon's arm tightly.  "You little slave, get out of my way quickly. I will never withdraw my troops until Gu Zhenhua is killed!" Everyone in Tunqi almost burst into tears: "Prince Regent, HanThere is a saying, if you keep the green hills, you will not have to worry about having no firewood.  You are the backbone of the Qing Dynasty, so you must not make any mistakes!  " Just as they were tearing apart, several gunshots suddenly rang out, and Dorgon's followers were hit one after another. One of them, Baylor, was shot in the temple, and his brain splattered out and fell on Dorgon's face.  The warm and wet object hit him, and the furious Dorgon suddenly calmed down, his blood-red eyes regained their color, and there was clearly a trace of panic in his eyes.  Seeing this scene, Tun Qi hurriedly stretched out his hand, took away Dorgon's sword, and protected Dorgon with his body. "Master, let's go!"  " A few loyal servants protected Dorgon. Dorgon seemed to be demented and fled with these subordinates in a daze. Dorgon also ran away, and the Tatars under him could no longer hold on and quickly collapsed.  The ice disappeared and he ran away desperately. The Hussar followed closely, opened a large net, and chased after him. However, Yue Polu did not rush forward. He quickly turned his horse's head to see Gu Zhenhua.  , After all, the prince's safety is more important than anything else. He urged his horse to the front of the Old Guards battlefield. This small land was soaked with blood last night. Dorgon had twice the strength.  Coupled with the help of the cavalry, the attack was really hard, without any fancy. Almost all the Old Guards were injured, especially the loss of more than 70% of the wounded soldiers.  He climbed up and walked towards the back step by step. There was no movement in the whole process. It was like a silent movie, which shocked people's hearts. Yue Polu and his men solemnly raised their right hands to the wounded soldiers without them.  His efforts failed to withstand Dorgon's most elite strength. Maybe it was An** who tasted the bitter fruit at this time! He took a few steps forward silently, and just as the wounded soldiers were walking past, a tall figure walked past.  The only ones left are the soldiers who will stay here forever. Gu Zhenhua walked silently in front of the sacrificed brother. He stretched out his hand and gently smoothed his frown. "Sleep peacefully, we won.  There will never be any more Tatars in this land!  " When I raised my head, I saw that a soldier next to me was grabbing the landlord Tatar's neck. The steel knife in his hand pierced the Tatar's abdomen, and the Tatar's ax also penetrated his chest. " Gu Zhenhua broke off two heads.  His arms didn¡¯t move at all. ¡°Jian Ming, go and pass on my order to record the postures of every soldier who died in the battle, and build a Martyr¡¯s Shrine here in the future.¡±  Ancestral hall, let everyone remember them!  " "Follow your orders!  " When Fang Jianming agreed, tears welled up in his eyes. The Old Guards are the essence of Anhui. After the first battle, at least two thousand people died. Everyone's heart was filled with sadness. "Prince Qi,  Dorgon had just escaped under the protection of the remaining party members, so I thought I should pursue him as soon as possible to prevent him from escaping again.  "Yue Polu said. Gu Zhenhua seemed to be still immersed in the sadness of losing his brother, and there was no joy on his face. "Dorgon is already a candle in the wind. The sun is fading, and he can't run away!  " At this moment, there was a sound of horse hooves, and Huang Degong came over in a whirlwind with his men and horses. Far away, Huang Degong dismounted first and walked quickly in front of Gu Zhenhua. Huang Degong was originally ordered to lead three brigades to march from the flank, echoing  The main force, but they were blocked on the way, and when they arrived at the battlefield, it was already the end, and he couldn't help but feel depressed. "My humble duty is late, please forgive me!"  " "Brother Huang is here not too late. We are missing a new force like you."  "Gu Zhenhua said with a smile: "The soldiers have been fighting fiercely for too long and are no longer able to pursue. However, Dorgon has already run away" Before he could finish speaking, Huang Degong jumped up and said with a grin: "Your Majesty, this is my humble duty.  Go capture Dorgon and rip off his head!  " Huang Degong shouted: "Brothers, follow me and charge!  " There was a shout of horses neighing, and Huang Degong led a brigade in pursuit. At this time, the battlefield was extremely chaotic. They were all fleeing soldiers, and they were all ownerless horses. There were piles in the east and one in the west.  There were defeated Tatar soldiers everywhere. Huang Degong knew in his heart that Dorgon could only run north, so he pursued him northward without hesitation. At this time, Dorgon was like a lost dog. He had just run away.  I met Fan Wencheng, Ning Wanwo and others, and ran away for a while. The princes of the Horqin tribe in Mongolia also joined in. Since the time of Lao Nu, the Horqin tribe has been married to the Tatars, and the two sides are in a relationship.The grasshoppers on the mountain are now in a state of poverty together.  "Master, there are still more than 200,000 troops outside Handan City. It's hard to fight, but you must not give up!" Fan Wencheng, who had aged by more than ten years, reluctantly cheered Dorgon up.  Ning Wanme on the side also nodded frequently: "Yes, Jiang Dongzi is very talented, and his comeback is unknown! The days are still on the side of the Qing Dynasty!" Listening to the words of the two great counselors, Dorgon seemed to be a little more energetic. Indeed, he  Not all is lost yet, there is still some money left to spend.  "You're right, go back to Handan immediately!" But before they ran twenty miles, a horse came from the east. It was covered in black and gray, almost like a kid, and there was an eagle-feather arrow stuck in its back.  Arriving in front of the horse, the knight on top fell to the ground.  "This, isn't this Sony?" Fan Wencheng recognized him at a glance.  Dorgon also seemed to wake up and asked hurriedly: "Why are you here, Shandong? What happened?" "Prince Regent, my servant is incompetent. Shandong has been lost, and there is no food" Before he finished speaking,  Dorgon's eyes were bulging crookedly, and he suddenly opened his mouth, and blood arrows spurted out.  "Heaven will perish for me, and heaven will perish for the Qing Dynasty!" 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