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Volume 1, Border Town at Night, Chapter 718: Morale is like a rainbow

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    Fight one more day.  With the sound of the golden gong, the warrior from the south of the Yangtze River retreated slowly with his shield in mind.  ??From the fierce battle at Chenshi to Weishi, Rulin's spear pointed at the sky at an angle, and the tip of the spear refracted the dazzling light.  Several isolated small villages have been turned into ruins. Black iron balls are scattered all over the ground. The deep pit under one wall is actually filled with iron balls.  The Mongols shot their arrows from a distance and landed a hundred steps away from the Ming army's foremost infantry.  They knew they couldn't hit their opponents like this, but they didn't dare to get close.  God knows how many artillery shells the Ming army fired. Chahan only knew that when the sun was strongest at noon, it was also the time when the Ming army's offensive was strongest.  The dense roar reminded him of a rainstorm he encountered on the grassland when he was seven years old.  The thunder rang on the top of the yurt all night long. He hid in his father's arms, curled up and shaking all night long. It was a fear hidden in his heart that he never wanted to touch.  The black iron ball flew overhead, blocking the hottest sun. The Modong people who were caught off guard blocked the path of the iron ball, and the frightened horses ran around without knowing the direction.  Mu Zilun ordered him to spread out his formation and attack from the flanks, but neither the Mongolian nor the Manchu knights had the courage to charge.  Only a warrior who has completely given up his life would dare to rush through such a dense barrage of firearms.  Without getting close to those iron cannons, you can't destroy those roaring dragons.  He didn't know why the Ming army retreated, but he knew that the outcome of this war was decided.  This is a war between the Manchus and the Qing Dynasty. Even if his sister is the Queen Mother of the Qing Dynasty, even if Dorgon gives him countless armors and long knives, he will never let Horqin's last man die on this land that has nothing to do with the Mongols.  "Ohoh" "Ohoh" There were excited roars everywhere in the Ming army camp.  Zhai Zhe and Feng Qin walked into the gate of the front camp.  The soldiers took off their shirts, revealing their knotted muscles. Sweat flowed down their spines and onto the homespun cloth tied around their waists.  Someone hit the iron helmet with a broad scabbard, making a "crack" sound, and someone sang a folk song from eastern Zhejiang loudly.  Zhai Zhe stopped Feng Qin's idea of ????cleaning up military discipline.  "This is the smell of winning a battle." He walked through the sweat-smelling barracks.  Some people saw him, some didn't.  The noise in the camp slowly dropped.  A dark, muscular man turned his back to the entrance of the camp. Feeling that the surroundings had become quiet, he waved his arms dissatisfied: "Children, sing and sing." Until a bold soldier walked over and poked his smooth buttocks.  Turning his back, he whispered: "Sir, the prince is here." Yuan Qizhou turned around and saw Zhai Zhe smiling at him.  He seemed to be frozen at that moment, then looked down at his close body, screamed "Ouch", and flew into the tent dozens of steps away. Zhai Zhe couldn't help laughing and followed Yuan Qizhou's direction.  , walked towards the big tent.  Behind him, Feng Qin's face was ashen, and the strict commander could not see the fun in this matter.  By the time Zhai Zhe and Feng Qin entered the tent, Yuan Qizhou had already put on his robe.  He blushed and saluted, "See the Regent." The rough singing came from outside the big tent again, and it gradually grew louder.  Feng Qin was silent for a moment, fearing that Zhai Zhe would blame Yuan Qizhou, and said: "Today Yuan Qizhou was the vanguard, fighting hand-to-hand with the white-armored soldiers of Qinglu Zhengbai Banner. He did not fall behind and made his first contribution today." He is always so rigorous.  Xi Hua showed that he really admired Yuan Qizhou.  Zhai Zhe sat on the main seat and said, "I have never seen how General Feng defeated Aobai's ten thousand cavalry, but today I saw General Feng defeat the Mongolian cavalry and the soldiers of the Eight Banners. I know that I did not entrust the wrong person." He did not.  The solution asked Fengqin: "Since we have the advantage on the battlefield today, why did we return to the camp and stop advancing towards Beijing?" Yuan Qizhou was the only one in the tent. He only asked this question. He would not ask the generals  Fengqin's majesty was compromised in front of him.  Yuan Qizhou also had this question. He put aside his embarrassing thoughts and listened with open ears.  Feng Qin saluted and said: "General, today I saw that the Qing captives could not withstand the power of my artillery fire, but the army was not in chaos. When our army retreated, the Mongolian cavalry dared to follow us. I will defeat the Qing captives in the poplar tree."  After that, the troops will make the final attack. "Zhai Zhe thought for a moment and said, "Every day you delay, the number of people gathered outside Beijing by the Qing captives may increase. I heard that Dorgon has already arrived.  Decided to abandon Shaanxi, there are still tens of thousands of soldiers in Azige. You must know that the only soldiers and horses I can deploy to you are these Tianjin Guards. " "If you don't have a lot of people to fight, if you don't have the will to win.  One hundred thousand soldiers are only equivalent to one hundred thousand lambs waiting to be slaughtered." Fengqin raised his hands flatly in front of his chest, "In the end, in today's battle, the Mongols and Jurchens will no longer have the courage to charge towards our formation, and the Jurchens will no longer have the courage to charge at our formation.  If there is no strong general like Ao Bai, he will only tremble under my iron cannon. Every day will be a day of torture. " "Is the general sure of victory?" Zhai Zheren.Couldn't help but laugh out loud.  The same words are heard differently by different people.  Fengqin's words of ambition turned out to be so cute.  Yuan Qizhou on the side felt chilled in his heart. It was really painful to be against Feng Qin.  "Okay, I'll leave everything to General Feng." Zhai Zhe stood up.  The loud singing from outside entered the tent, and he faced Yuan Qizhou and said: "The men are excited, so don't stop them. The control is too tight. Their murderous intent is hidden, and they will have no energy when they go into battle again." "Yes"  Zhai Zhe's words were apparently addressed to Yuan Qizhou, but in reality they were addressed to Feng Qin.  He likes the lively military camp, and he likes to listen to the soldiers shouting and singing, which makes him feel young.  Yuan Qizhou glanced at Fengqin, stretched out his hand and scratched his head.  After walking out of the front camp, Zhai Zhe returned to the central army and had to patrol everywhere.  With such a rigorous and demanding coach, he can go to bed with peace of mind.  After returning to the Chinese army tent and sitting down, Fang Jin came in and reported: "Your Majesty, Commander Zhao has just arrived." "Zhao Yucheng?" Zhai Zhe sat upright and said, "Bring him here. Zhao Yucheng takes the initiative to come over and ask to see him every time.  There is unusual news." Fang Jin turned around and went out, and after a while, he led Zhao Yucheng in.  Before Zhao Yucheng finished his salute, he wisely withdrew.  Zhao Yucheng wears a cyan hat, has a disheveled chin beard, and the tips of his beard are slightly yellow. I don¡¯t know when the dark aura around him has become stronger and stronger.  "Your Majesty, there is news from Qian Qianyi that Jierhalang still wants to negotiate peace with the Ming Dynasty." Zhai Zhe was stunned for a moment. He took a moment to digest Zhao Yucheng's words and asked: "With troops at the city gate, why are we negotiating for peace?" "  There is a saying among the commanders of Zhenghuang Banner that Dorgon is seriously ill and will soon die." This was the news that Zhao Yucheng wanted to report to Zhai Zhe in person.  "Dorgon was seriously ill and often fell into coma and vomited blood. The two yellow flags no longer obeyed him. Although no one dares to stir up trouble now, the city of Beijing is no longer under Dorgon's control. Unless Dorgon can win this battle,  Otherwise, the breakup between him and Liang Huangqi is inevitable. "Dorgon is going to die?" Zhai Zhe was not surprised, and felt calm that surprised himself.  Both he and Feng Qin believed that this was a must-win war and that Dorgon's life and death no longer mattered.  Zhao Yucheng said: "According to the latest rumors in Beijing, this matter is most likely true." "Dorgon is going to die, why does Jierharang still want to negotiate peace with me?" Zhai Zhe suddenly realized, "He  "I'm worried about Azig." Dorgon is dead, and the successor to the two white flag forces is Aziger, and Aziger has been leading the army in battles abroad, with outstanding military achievements and prestige.  Jierhalang would rather bow to the Ming Dynasty in exchange for time to repair the rift between the Eight Banners.  ¡°Then let¡¯s wait until Qian Qianyi comes¡±
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