The Tartar cavalry who fought for one night were exhausted and suffered heavy losses, but they saw the winged cavalry rushing over, but they did not see it. () Many Tartars shouted and rushed forward to An**.

The two cavalry collided with each other, and only the sound of puffing was heard, the Tartars fell down in pain.

The Qing cavalry were good at using weapons such as axes, spears, machetes, and maces. They were of various power and were quite powerful. However, facing the cavalry's rifles of the winged cavalry, their weapons seemed a little short, which was a bit of life.

The moment the two sides collided, all the Tartars were stabbed under the horse. 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 cavalry's cavalry's rifle was all-in-one. After stabbing the opponent, they immediately put aside, took out a steel knife, and rushed to the middle of the Tartars without hesitation. In a blink of an eye, everyone's heads rolled, no matter how brave the Tartars died on the spot.

The proud Eight Banners brigade was so vulnerable. Dorgon saw it all. He suddenly remembered that in the battle in northern Henan, such a cavalry equipped with spears severely damaged the Qing army!

Dorgon immediately felt something was wrong, but he had already sent all the main forces of the cavalry to Luke Dehun, and he could only count on his musket soldiers.

"Quick, form a formation!"

Dorgon roared, and the musket soldiers changed directions in a panic, but before they could line up, the winged cavalry had already taken out their spare hand guns and beat the Tartars into overturning their horses. The team immediately had a gap.

"The opportunity is here!"

Yue Polu shouted loudly: "Crush!"

He took the lead in jumping into the Tartars' musket soldiers, and the horses rushed to the ground with great force.

A charge. In front of them, a blood alley appeared. It was like a wound appeared on the skin. The soldiers behind them flocked to us, and the wound became bigger and bigger and more ferocious!

This is the biggest weakness of the infantry phalanx. It was broken at one point and collapsed across the board. Originally, these Tartars integrated the old guards and fought to the death. They were suddenly attacked by the winged cavalry and were immediately in chaos.

The timid person threw down his weapons and ran away. Someone ran away and the formation collapsed. The remaining Tartars were still in a daze and were stabbed by the sudden weapon. They turned into a deadly devil.

The more the cavalry killed, the more they became more and more energetic. Yue Polu was even more powerful. He locked his target on the large flag of the central army!

"Dorgon, come here!"

The soldiers fought bravely, screaming, shouting, neighing, and stepping on the corpses of the Tartars, all rushed towards this side.

"Regent, go quickly!"

Tunqi looked at the winged cavalry that was approaching quickly, so anxious that his forehead was covered with sweat.

Dorgon's heart was particularly sad at this time. He clearly saw that his men were less than fifty meters away from the big flag opposite. His biggest opponent was there. As long as he was killed, the world would be his.

The victory was at its peak, but the form suddenly reversed. I looked at the carefully trained soldiers around me, and the final essence of the Eight Banners was lost. What else can I expect in the future!

Losing a powerful army, what is Dorgon, the Qing Dynasty?

"I don't admit defeat, I want to kill you!"

Dorgon suddenly pulled out the sword under his ribs, and rushed towards the proudly erect red flag.

"Stop the Regent, stop it."

Tunqi shouted in horror, and his servants also flocked to him.

The sky was completely bright. After the darkness, An** quickly used the command of the hot air balloon, concentrated his superior forces, and constantly broke through the defense line of the Qing soldiers. The large counterattack had already begun. There were roars everywhere and shouts of killing everywhere.

The battlefield of hundreds of thousands of people is simply indescribable. Anyone is as small as a drop in the ocean. Especially those Mongols, they were originally using each other with Dorgon. Now that the regent has been exposed, there is no need for them to die with them.

Starting from Bashan, more and more Mongolian tribes began to run away. Those who could run away would kneel down and act as prisoners if they could not, and even turn the guns to attack the Qing Dynasty.

Tunqi has noticed the corruption on the battlefield. If he continues to fight, he will be dead!

But Dorgon was still unwilling to give up, so Tunqi could only grit his teeth and rushed to Dorgon, grabbing Dorgon's arm tightly.

"You dog slave, hurry up and get out of here. If you don't kill Gu Zhenhua, I will never withdraw my troops!"

Tunqi almost cried: "Regent, there is a saying among the Han people: Keep the green mountains without worrying about burning firewood. You are the backbone of the Qing Dynasty, but you must not make any mistakes!"

Just as they were tearing each other, several gunshots suddenly, and Dorgon's followers were hit one after another. A Beile was shot in the temple, and the splashing brain burst out and fell on Dorgon's face.

The warm and moist object hit, and the violent Dorgon suddenly calmed down, his blood-red eyes returned to their color, and there was a hint of horror in his eyes. The sword in his hand was no longer waving, and his ferocious expression also restrained.

Seeing this scene, Tunqi hurriedly reached out, grabbed Dorgon's sword, and protected Dorgon with his body.

"Master, go quickly!"

Several loyal slaves protected Dorgon. Dorgon seemed to be demented and fled with these subordinates in a daze.

Dorgon also ran away, and his Tartars could no longer hold on. They quickly collapsed and disappeared, and fled desperately. The winged cavalry followed closely behind, opened a large net, and chased after him with their butts.

However, Yue Polu did not rush up. He hurriedly turned his horse's head to see Gu Zhenhua. After all, the prince's safety is more important than anything else.

He urged the horse to the front of the battlefield of the old guards. This small land was stained with blood. Last night, Dorgon occupied twice the advantage of his troops, and with the help of the cavalry, he attacked wildly.

He fought hard, without any fancy. Almost all the old guards were injured, especially the Big Sword Camp. The losses exceeded 70%.

The wounded soldiers supported each other, slowly got up, and walked backward step by step. There was no movement in the whole process. It was like a silent movie, shocking people's hearts.

Yue Polu and his subordinates solemnly raised his right hand to the wounded soldiers. Without their efforts and without their strongest efforts, they might not be able to withstand Dorgon's most elite power, and perhaps the one who tasted the bitter fruit at this time would be An**!

After walking forward silently for a few steps, a tall back happened to walk by the battlefield. The wounded soldiers left, and the rest were the soldiers who stayed here forever.

Gu Zhenhua silently walked to the sacrificed brothers. He stretched out his hand and gently smoothed his frown brows.

"Sleep at ease, we won. There will never be Tartars in this land again!"

As soon as he looked up, a soldier next to him was tightly dying the headmaster Tartar's neck. The steel knife in his hand pierced the Tartar's lower abdomen, and the Tartar's axe also pierced into his chest.

Gu Zhenhua broke up with his arms and did not move at all. The flesh and blood seemed to be connected together.

"Jianming, go and pass my orders, record the postures of every soldier who died in battle, and build a temple here in the future, carve all the brothers in the temple, so that everyone can remember them!"

"Abide by the order!"

When Fang Jianming agreed, tears also surged. The old guards were the essence of An**. After the battle, at least two thousand people died in battle. Everyone felt sad.

"Your Majesty, Dorgon had just escaped under the escort of his remaining party. He thought he should pursue him as soon as possible, so as not to escape again." Yue Polu said.

Gu Zhenhua seemed to be still immersed in the pain of losing his brother, and there was no joy on his face.

"Dorgon is already a candle in the wind. The sun is so declining that he can't escape!"

At this moment, a sound of horse hooves, Huang Degong rushed over with his men and horses. Along a distance, Huang Degong took the lead and quickly stepped in front of Gu Zhenhua. Huang Degong was ordered to lead three brigades to march from the flanks to echo the main force, but they were blocked on the road. When the battlefield was over, he could not help but feel disappointed.

"I'm late to come, please atone for your sins!"

"Brother Huang is coming too late, and you are missing your new force." Gu Zhenhua laughed and said, "The soldiers fought for too long and were unable to pursue them, but Dorgon had already run away..."

Before he finished speaking, Huang Degong jumped up and said with a big mouth: "Prince, I will go and capture Dorgon now and pull his head off!"

Huang Degong shouted: "Brothers, follow me!"

After a burst of people shouting that the horse was neighing, Huang Degong led a brigade and chased after him.

The battlefield was particularly chaotic at this time, with all the escaped soldiers and all the unowned horses, with a bunch of them in the east and a lot of them in the west, and the remnants of the Tartars were everywhere.

Huang Degong knew in his heart that Dorgon could only run north, so he pursued north without hesitation.

At this time, Dorgon was like a dog that was stranded. He had just run away and met Fan Wencheng, Ning Wan and others. After running for a while, the princes and princes of the Korqin tribe of Mongolia also joined in. Since the time of the old slave, the Korqin tribe has married the Tartars. Both sides were grasshoppers on the same rope, and now they are in a down-and-out manner.

"Master, there are more than 200,000 people outside Handan City. You may have to fight and you must not give up on yourself!" Fan Wencheng, who has become aged teenager, barely cheered Dorgon up.

Ning Wan on the side, I nodded frequently: "That's right, Jiang Dongzi is very talented, and it's unknown how many days are still in the Qing Dynasty!"

Listening to the words of the two major strategists, Dorgon seemed to have some energy. Indeed, he had not completely lost all, and he still had some capital to struggle with.

"You are right, go back to Handan immediately!"

But before they ran twenty miles, they came from the east, covered in black and gray, almost the same as the little ghost, and there was a carved feather arrow inserted behind them.

When he arrived at the horse, the knight above landed on the ground.

"This, isn't this Sony?" Fan Wencheng recognized him at a glance.

Dorgon seemed to wake up and asked hurriedly: "Why are you here? What's wrong with Shandong?"

"Regent, slaves are incompetent, Shandong is lost, and there is no food..."

Before he finished speaking, Dorgon's eyes were tilted, and suddenly he opened his mouth and a blood arrow spurted out.

"I will die in heaven, and I will die in heaven!" (To be continued, please search for Piaotianwen, novels are better and faster!
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