There is a saying that the drums are broken and thousands of people beat them, and they are all over the place to put down the wrong person, which is a great pleasure.

But once the wind turns, it will be icing on the cake for everyone.

The Lancers won completely, and the wind was immediately transferred.

No one cares about why the lancers can win, and why Dorgon's personal guards were defeated.

In their hearts, none of these matters, what is important is momentum!

That is the direction of the wind.

Fu was a child at the end of his death. Although he had a naughty intention, he couldn't bear it when he saw such casualties, so he nodded and said, "Since all my beloved officials say that, I don't object, then today..."

"No!" Dorgon's face turned pale. He had quickly realized that it was not that his personal guard cavalry was useless, but that the lancers had exploited a loophole. In addition, the personal guard cavalry was obviously not suitable for dealing with the muslan cavalry, which led to this disastrous defeat.

"Your Majesty, my personal guards are still there. Even if I fight only one person, I believe that they can turn defeat into victory."

Fulin was stunned.

Everyone was stunned. What was this? Is it going to stay alive?

A promised competition.

It is agreed that as long as the lancer wins, there will be no investigation.

Are you all fart?

However, everyone understands that Dorgon is right. The reason for this crushing defeat is not the combat power of both sides. The competition can result in more than 50% casualties. If this continues, it will not be a competition, but a battle, no, a decisive battle!

No one objected because he dared not.

At this time, even Jirgalang, Hong Chengchou, Fan Wencheng and others dared not object.

Opposing at this time is equivalent to causing trouble, and Dorgon's emotions are obviously out of control.

When the messenger on the platform waved the flag and ordered the venue to exchange for the competition in one round.

This competition has completely turned into a life-and-death battle.

The personal guards were veterans on the battlefield after all. They quickly adjusted their strategy, which was to change the formation and form a column with the left and right teams, and launch a brazen attack on the Lancers.

Yes, this method is very effective.

The man was lying on the back of the horse, and the front of the war horse was very small. Even if he shot, he would lose one or two horses. In this way, within thirty steps, the spearhead would not be able to shoot the second round.

The personal guards are confident that as long as the two armies fight in hand-to-hand combat, even if they fight one or two or three, these southern barbarians will definitely not be their opponents.

The two sides quickly approached.

Thirty steps.

Sure enough, the lancers raised their guns and shot.

Sure enough, gunfire sounded, and the two cavalry in front of the guards landed on the ground.

At this distance, the fire was concentrated and killed the forefront cavalry of the two teams.

But even a spear cannot penetrate one person and cause harm to the second person.

The leader of the cavalry guards in the middle of the team smiled. He raised his long sword and shouted: "Kill all the southern barbarians, the prince is watching us!"

These Tartars were indeed fierce. Seeing that they had lost more than half, their morale rose instead of falling. They screamed and began to disperse, forming a horizontal formation, rushing towards the lances.

However, unfortunately, although the lancers still cannot reach the level of shooting left and right, they do not prevent them from being equipped with double guns.

When the cavalry on both sides approached less than ten steps.

When the guards raised their swords and prepared to cut them down.

When soldiers on both sides can clearly see the beard and blood-red eyeballs on each other's mouth.

The Lancer raised his left hand and said, "Bang..."

Even if a shooter who has not been trained is probably going to hit the opponent at this distance, he will hit every shot, right?

What's more, almost two people beat one, who can escape?

In fact, if the cavalry guards kept charging in a row instead of trying to show off their strength under Dorgon's eyes, they might be able to defeat half of the cavalry, or even turn defeat into victory. This would at least not be too ugly.

You should know that when a cavalry lies on their backs and charges, the possibility of being hit is very small.

But in order to show his face in front of the master, the leader of the cavalry wanted to wipe out the lances. This made the rider straighten up to slash his sword and naturally exposed his entire body, and the target was so large that he almost didn't need to aim.

The moment the leader of the cavalry guard lost consciousness, he muttered from his mouth with blood bubbles: "Damn... the Southern Barbarian has two guns..."

Unfortunately, he no longer has the chance to take revenge.

There was silence on the platform.

say what?

What can you say?

What else can you say?

Whether it is happiness, anger, ecstasy, or gritting teeth, it is inappropriate to be expressed on the face in such a solemn atmosphere.

After a long time, Hong Chengchou said to Fulin in a sad tone: "My thirty-two warriors of the Qing Dynasty have been ruined for no reason today... How sad!"

Fan Wencheng said: "The victory and loss have been completely distinguished. I beg the emperor to take charge and repay Qian Qiaogong and the lancers with justice."

Jirgalang said: "I want to impeach the Regent, and with my own selfish desires, it is unbearable to cause innocent casualties of the thirty-two warriors!"

Obviously, no one paid attention to or cared about whether all the thirty-two people on the battlefield were dead. If they were not dead, should someone be sent to treat them?

No one cares, please pay attention.

In their eyes, those bodies lying on the ground may be just a number, whether they are Han or Manchu.

Dorgon turned his head angrily and glanced at Hong Chengchou, Fan Wencheng, Jiergalang, "That's my private army, what does it have to do with you?"

This is true. The same is true for slave soldiers and Manchus. They are Dorgon's slaves. Of course, once these slaves come to the Han people, even Xiang Hong Chengchou and Fan Wencheng will become masters.

Even if Manchu and Han intermarry, the boundary between master and slave will not disappear.

The Manchus were still slaves until they entered the city for four years, and they were at least one century behind the Ming Dynasty's system.

Hong Chengchou, Fan Wencheng, and Jiergalang looked at each other, and they could not refute.

The slave soldiers are the master's private property and have nothing to do with the country or the court. Their life and death are equivalent to the loss of the master's property, and the law cannot reach that part, let alone the other party is the regent.

Faced with the silence of the three people, Dorgon did not feel any complacent.

He was really heartbroken, and the thirty-two cavalrymen followed him through life and death, from outside the pass to inside the pass, but they didn't want to lose it.

But he didn't want to treat him because he knew that he was hit at such a close distance and the lead bomb penetrated deep into the human body. Even if he rescued him, it would be difficult to relieve the lead poison.

Since that's the case, why bother to do this? Then let the warriors... rest in peace.

Dorgon's face became ferocious. Today, even in front of the emperor and the ministers, he would destroy the people, including Shen Zhiyuan, to avenge these warriors who died in vain.

But at this moment, another "Huh" sounded.

Even with his back to the battlefield and his intention to kill Dorgon couldn't help but look back.
Chapter completed!