In the dark winter month, under the dizzying sky, the majestic Changsha City was like a giant beast, proudly at the foot of Yuelu Mountain.

Thousands of troops in the city kept gushing out, and soon spread out on the vast mountains, rushing towards the unfinished camp of the Qing soldiers like a tide. Luke Dehun took the lead and led the crowd to charge. Unfortunately, the huge number of people was no longer a problem that brave men could make up for. After all, no matter how brave the warrior was, he was also made of flesh. He would bleed and die if he shot through his body. Halfway through Luke Dehun found that his subordinates were more than half dead. What made him even more desperate was that the friendly troops behind him did not keep up.

Lukede's eyes were ripped, with bloodshot in his eyes, and he rode on a horse and cursed Wu Sangui. A feather arrow shot into his open mouth and flew out from behind his head. The Manchu soldiers of Zhenghong Banner saw Lukedehun's death in battle and fell into madness in an instant. The Qing army law was so harsh that it was almost cruel. The commander died in battle and they had no way to survive. The fight with the will of death was soon destroyed. Because there were only a few thousand people, there were 400,000 people on the other side. These vanguards were quickly chopped up, and the flesh was as fuzzy as the horse.

Wu Sangui stopped the request of his military generals, and turned over and commanded the Han soldiers in the Green Camp to head. His elite 60,000 cavalry were besieged in the back formation, and he sat in front of him and had turned into a sea of ​​corpses and blood, Shura Purgatory.

If Wu Sangui had stabilized his position and used his superior forces to withstand this wave of life-threatening offensive, and when the reinforcements of Haoge and Ajige arrived, the Ming army that destroyed the city wall might not be able to win. After all, no one dared to say that he could beat them in the field battles of the Eight Banners. But in this way, his direct lineage would inevitably suffer heavy losses and even risk being wiped out by the entire army.

Wu Sangui held the hilt in his hand and kept deducing it in his mind. The situation in front of him was already very clear. Hou Xuanyan, who retreated from Jingzhou to Changsha, was just to find an opportunity to fight. I have to say that this was a gamble. Wu Sangui thought he did not have this kind of heroic spirit. If he tried his best, he would have the chance to defeat Hou Xuanyan, which would completely become a joke. He would blow up the city wall and ruin the entire army. But the consequence of doing that was that he would be drowned in these hundreds of thousands of madmen.

Without the elite soldiers in his hands, Wu Sangui became an ordinary surrendered general. So what if he had made me a contribution? Wu Sangui was sure that even if he dragged the fighter plane to his death, his contribution would not fall on himself who had won the trump card after victory. Ajige was Dorgon's biological brother. The Qing Dynasty had no such thing as being kind and righteous to the Han people.

Wu Sangui didn't dare to call this big bet, so he withdrew.

The 60,000 elite cavalry, except for the two thousand people who went to Yuelu Mountain to attack the cannon camp, the others followed Wu Sangui, bypassed Dongting Lake and retreated to the north.

The commander of the three armies left their soldiers and left the battlefield with their direct troops. This was a disastrous blow. The morale of the army was like smoke and clouds. The Green Camp troops in the rear army first discovered that the Liaodong army was retreating around them and shouted loudly.

"The prince ran away, and the king of Pingxi ran away."

"The King of Pingxi has gone to escape."

"The Liao soldiers fled, the Liao soldiers fled."

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Li Benshen was covered in blood and was fighting. He noticed the movement of the rear army. When he turned around, he was so angry that he was filled with smoke from his orifices. He held a long spear and stabbed left and right, killing many Ming troops. Unpredictably, a burly man in the slanting stabbing led several Qing soldiers to kill him. Li Benshen was entangled by more than a dozen Ming soldiers and could not escape. It turned out that Li Haoxian saw that he had killed many people, and most of the people who died were subordinates of his own fire camp. Li Haoxian shouted loudly and came to fight him.

In a hurry, Li Benshen fought with a gun, but Wu Sangui fled, which made him panic and uneasy, and gradually couldn't resist it. Li Haoxian cut down with a knife. Li Benshen hurriedly raised his gun to block it, revealing half of his body. The Ming army around him poked and poked instantly, and there were several blood-lost holes in his stomach. The spear in Li Benshen's hand had no strength and was chopped off by Li Haoxian.

Li Haoxian was in his heart, his eyes turned and shouted loudly: "The commander of the Qing army is dead!"

The soldiers of the fire camp around cheered and shouted loudly with him. When the Qing soldiers looked back, they found that the central army's flag was gone. He heard the deafening cheers, and there was no desire to fight anymore. He turned around and fled, and threw away the weapons on the spot and knelt down on the ground. These people were like this. They were brave enough when they were in the wind, and followed the crowd to burn, kill and plunder, and threw away the weapons on the ground in the wind.

Hou Xuanyan on the city tower looked at the battle situation under the city, feeling ecstatic, and the smile on his face could no longer be hidden. His hands holding the city wall were trembling slightly, looking around, and the soldiers around him were also happy.

Shuang'er, who was wearing military uniforms, looked cold and said, "Master, do you want to chase him out?"

Hou Xuanyan's breathing was rapid and his face was flushed, like a drunk man after drinking, or like a doomsday gambling man who turned over. He turned Shuang'er's body, kissed her cherry lips hard, and said, "Chase! Everyone with legs will chase me!"

The personal soldier Hu Bawan looked frightened. Seeing that the general actually kissed his personal soldier, the boy was a man. Thinking of this, Hu Bawan shivered, afraid that his innocence would be lost, so he ran into the city with a big sword. While running down the city, he shouted: "The general has orders, and those with long legs are chasing me!"

The defeat was like a mountain of defeat, and the remaining Qing soldiers were all surrendered Han soldiers, who had low combat power. Most of these soldiers were the soldiers of the late Ming Dynasty. They surrendered to Li Zicheng with the general. Later, Li Zicheng failed, and they surrendered to Dorgon. Now that surrendering again is familiar with them.

At this time, Haoge and Ajige had already arrived at the boundary of Changsha Prefecture, and saw Qing soldiers fleeing north all over the mountains.

Ajige rode forward, reached out and grabbed a fleeing Qing soldier, and shouted angrily: "What's going on?"

The soldier was sore in his eardrum that he said in horror: "The coach is dead, the coach is dead, the Ming army is crazy, run away quickly!"

Ajige slashed him in half with one knife and shouted to Haoge who was not in the same way as him, "Is Wu Sangui dead?"
Chapter completed!