When Mandahai learned that the Ming army had snatched Jilongzhang and Gaofengshan before Lai Lu, and Lai Lu's entire army was wiped out. Lai Lu was killed, he was shocked and quickly ordered the entire army to stop advancing and defend Shangyou Town to the death.

In the evening, the scouts reported that Zhang Jiayu's army had arrived in Zhendong - this shows that the ten thousand Han army flag soldiers responsible for blocking were either completely wiped out or captured.

In less than a day, Mandahai lost 15,000 soldiers and felt extremely distressed.

Unfortunately, he had no time to worry about Lai Lu and the soldiers who died. He had to think carefully about his life.

Now, the plan to escape west has been completely ruined, and it is impossible to go east again.

Then there are only two directions: south or north.

Although there are no high mountains and ridges in these two directions, they are all short hills and hills. This terrain is like a fish in water for the Ming army, but for the Qing soldiers, it is tantamount to death.

Mandahai walked back and forth in a temporary requisitioned house, anxiously thinking about countermeasures, but he never came up with a good solution.

In the end, he decided not to go anywhere. It would be better to defend Shangyou to the death. Even if he died, he could still cause huge damage to the Ming army with Shangyou's house.

However, they could only kill and injure some Ming troops. Mandahai understood that they could not last long because they could only solve the problem of food and grass.

It’s just a small town, how can we afford to eat horses for people with 35,000 soldiers?

"Can one of my dignified princes fall to the point of not burying him? It has not been a year since the prince's hat was worn, and the taste of power has not been enough. It's just like that? What kind of title is Prince Li? That is the most noble existence besides the emperor and the two regent princes, and it's gone? So many beauties respected by the servants, who have not yet fallen asleep, and have not enjoyed gold and silver wealth, died in Lingnan. I'm really unwilling to give up."

Mandahai had no idea of ​​considering the Qing Dynasty and his tribe members at this time, and his mind was full of glory, wealth and nostalgia for life.

"Prince, I have a plan to help the prince get out." When he was wandering, the captain of the personal soldiers, Mengtuo came in and knelt down and said.

"What's the trick? Tell me quickly." A glimmer of hope arose in Mandahai's heart when he heard this.

"The prince, tomorrow the slave exchanges clothes with the prince, and lets the slave pretend to be the prince, and the prince can disguise himself as a soldier. Hearing that the Ming army treats prisoners preferentially and those who are willing to return home can also return home. The prince endured the temporary humiliation and would be able to escape and return to the capital in the future." Montmorillon offered his advice.

"All nonsense! I am the prince's prince's honor. I am not afraid of death. How can I do this?! Retreat, no longer mention this matter." Mandahai was furious when he heard this. Wouldn't it be a shame to let me pretend to be a lowly soldier beg for my life?

Montmorillo had good intentions, but unexpectedly he was scolded by Mandahai, so he had to retreat embarrassedly.

The next day, the imperial guards launched an attack.

Standing in the high room and watching the Qingming Army's offensive, Mandahai realized how ridiculous his so-called idea of ​​causing damage to the Ming Army was.

Because the Ming army did not give Qing soldiers the chance to shoot arrows at all, they fired fires far beyond the range. One shot was either overflowing brains or blood appeared on their chests.

Just as I could see the appearance of the Qingming Army, I had not yet pulled the bow and arrow, thousands of soldiers were killed or injured in an instant.

"This battle cannot be fought." At this point, Mandahai's face was ashamed and he was completely desperate.

"No wonder Prince Zheng took the initiative to surrender. If he continues to fight, he will die. There is no second possibility."

"What should I do? I'll surrender too. He is the prince and I am also the prince. He can be granted a marquis, why can't I be granted a marquis? Besides, I'm younger than Jirhalang. I'm better than the emperor, and I won't be worse than him."

Mandahai had a thought in his mind: "I heard that Zhu Youlang is very lustful. He gave him all the beauty he hadn't slept yet. He was happy and could not do it well to give it to a prince."

"But, will Zhu Youlang let me surrender? I humiliated Li Yong. No, I can't take risks. I have to think of a complete solution."

Suddenly, he thought of a good way, and immediately called Montmorillon to his side and gave him some instructions.

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"Sir, the Qing soldiers raised the white flag!" A soldier ran into the temporary command center west of Shangyou City, saluted and reported to Zhang Jiayu.

Zhang Jiayu was invited by Li Yuanyin to the camp last night so that he could command the two armies to fight in a unified manner.

"Have you raised the white flag? Isn't it possible? How long has it been? Have you had a hard time?" Zhang Jiayu couldn't believe his ears.

"It's true, so young people dare not lie about military information." The scout said.

"Let's go, Yuan Bo, look." Zhang Jiayu had never seen the power of the steel gun, so he couldn't believe it. He called Li Yuanyin, Li Desi, Duan Xing and other major generals out of the command center and looked east.

But the Qing soldiers were indeed raising a white flag in the Qing army formation, not just one or two shots. The Qing soldiers holding the white flag were shaking desperately, as if they were afraid that the Ming army would not see it.

"It's really true? The combat power of the imperial guards is too terrible? These are 35,000 Qing soldiers, not 30,500. How could it collapse in just one meal?" Zhang Jiayu said in his heart.

"Brother Yuan, I heard that you are good at training troops for a long time. When I see you today, it is indeed extraordinary." Zhang Jiayu stroked his beard, squinted his eyes and nodded in praise.

"My uncle praised it. If the last general is good at training troops, how can the last general have such ability? It depends entirely on Your Majesty's teachings. The last general is just copying the same way." Li Yuanyin said humbly.

"Stop the attack and prepare to surrender." Zhang Jiayu changed the subject and ordered.

"Brother, this..." Li Yuanyin felt a little embarrassed when he heard this fate and peeked at Duan Xing.

"I beg you to take back Cheng's life." Duan Xing immediately became anxious when he heard that Zhang Jiayu was about to surrender. The mountain army was holding back their energy to kill the Qing soldiers and vent their anger.

"General Duan, are you going to kill surrender? You must know that killing surrender is not good." Zhang Jiayu of course understood Duan Xing's mood and explained lightly.

"Brother, killing and surrendering is not a good thing, but can the two countries kill us when they fight? Mandahai is not trustworthy first, how can we blame us for being cruel and ruthless?" Duan Xing argued dissatisfiedly.

"The Tartar jackals cannot judge them with common sense when doing things. We are a country of etiquette and righteousness, how can we see them like jackals?" Zhang Jiayu said.

"My uncle, my subordinates don't understand the truth, but don't jackals have to be killed? Can they still keep them to harm people?" Duan Xing argued.

Zhang Jiayu couldn't help but smile when he heard this: "General Duan, the saying of jackals is just a metaphor. Qing soldiers are humans, so where are they really jackals?"

"Since Mr. Bo uses the metaphor of jackals, it means that the Tartars have less human nature and more animal nature. Otherwise, why wouldn't Master be compared to something else?" Duan Xing said.

Zhang Jiayu was angry when he heard this: "Duan Xing looked white and pure, and seemed to have no temper. Why is he so ignorant? He even raised his mind to me?"
Chapter completed!