The Han army in Qing Dynasty and the Han Dynasty inlaid with yellow flags, Gushan's Ezhen Stone Pillar, saw Liu Lin and Dorgon laughing, and couldn't help but mutter in a low voice: "Goryeo Dog, Flatter!"

When the North Korean generals behind Liu Lin heard this, they all changed their qualities, but Liu Lin seemed to be nothing. He had a slight smile on his face, but he cursed Shi Tingzhu with contempt in his heart: "Hu Dog, go all the Chinese clothes, rat tails of money, arrow sleeves, Hu clothes, dogs, and pigtail slaves!"

In the hearts of the Korean monarchs and ministers, they were extremely complicated for the Ming Dynasty. In terms of military, they had to surrender to the Qing Dynasty established by Dongnu. However, in terms of culture, they were full of admiration for the Chinese culture of the Han people.

In the original history, after the fall of the Ming Dynasty, all the people of North Korea regarded the Qing subjects at that time as slaves of the great power, slaves of the Qing Dynasty, and the barbarians, and their families regarded themselves as small China.

Even later, when the Qing minister Yuan Shikai was on a mission to North Korea, he was scolded as Hu Gou by Empress Min of Mingcheng.

At this time, Liu Lin was so ambivalent. He was determined to be the Ming Dynasty, but the Qing army was too strong and could not resist. Everything in front of him was helpless.

He and many officials and generals in North Korea were even communicating with Daming and secretly, sending information, hoping that the Ming Dynasty would become stronger again!

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The Qing Dynasty, Doro Anping, pacified Beiledudu, and was watching the battle on the mountain road ahead. His blue flag besieged the Ming army's vanguard, but it still couldn't get off for a long time.

Du Du also became a little anxious, although he was ordered to defraud the Ming army to lure the Ming army into depth and stretch out the Ming army's front line, so as to use ambush troops to cut off the Ming army's formation from the middle so as to divide the defeat.

He raised his horse whip and beat the strong war horse under his crotch, and ran towards a hilly high ground on the left. Hundreds of elite cavalry wearing blue flags chased his ponytail and ran over with them.

Sure enough, if you stand high, you can see far. About one mile away, more than 3,000 elite Eight Banners warriors were attacking the Ming army's chariot formation. You can see that the war there was very fierce, and both sides suffered heavy casualties.

After all, the Ming army had chariots in front, and the benefits of guns and cannons were fully utilized, but the bows and arrows of the Eight Banners Warriors were not inferior. When the distance between the two sides entered within a hundred steps, the bows and arrows of our own seemed to be sharper than the Ming army's muskets.

"Anping Beile, the Southern Barbarian Cavalry rushed from the flank, as if they were going to attack our troops sideways!"

A slim face, with two rat whiskers on his face, and wearing a fine blue red armor, Niulu Zhangjing Niuhuolu, rode along the hills and reported loudly when he arrived beside Du Du.

Du Du's eyes were withdrawn from the mountain road ahead, and turned to the hilly slopes ahead. A stream of smoke and dust slowly came towards this side.

He raised the whip in his hand and shouted loudly: "Warriors, let Minggou see how powerful we are, so that they can know who is the master of Liaodong!"

A roar and howling sounded, and although there were only hundreds of people, they were also deafening.

Du Du turned his horse's head and looked at Jiala Zhangjing, who was over 40 years old, with a big pie face, a flat nose, a few scars on his face, and a rather ugly and ferocious appearance, and said, "Yan Zha, lead the warriors to meet you, and don't let the Ming cavalry break into our invasion formation.

Remember, the Ming army is powerful, so we should not fight fiercely with it, but only harass and restrain it. When Ben Beile calls the order, he must not fight with him after retreating."

The big cake face and a collapsed nose Jialazhang Jingyanza shouted loudly: "Yeah!"

After receiving the order, Yan Zha turned around and faced the Niu Lu Zhang Jing behind them, as well as the more than 800 elite blue-flag warriors following them. They saw each of them with bright helmets and dark armor, and their faces were full of strong aura and arrogance.

He shouted loudly, then led a group of warriors out and rushed forward to face the rolling smoke and dust from the south.

There were only dozens of Bayala warriors in the blue flag left by Du Du, led by Niulu Zhang Jingtong named Niuhulu, and guarded by him.

Now, Du Du looked at the war on the mountain road. Although he shot and killed many Ming troops and was about to break through the Ming army's chariot formation, the warriors in his own flag were also seriously injured and injured. Even if those who were hit by guns and cannons were not dead for a while, it would be difficult to rescue him, which made him heartbroken.

At this moment, several war horses galloped from the direction of Xishimen camp, bringing a scattered dust toward the front.

It was precisely because Dorgon's order came to spread that after Du Du received the command of the commander, he did not dare to delay at all. He called Niu Hulu and ordered: "Send a few cavalry to tell Yan Zha that he would hold the Ming cavalry until our Qing warriors arrived."

Then, he waved the whip in his hand and shouted loudly to the Bayala warriors behind him: "Surrender with Benbele, cover my warriors inlaid with blue flags to withdraw, and lure the Ming army to pursue it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the horse whip in his hand whipped hard on the war horse under his crotch. He ran up like an arrow from a string, and rushed to the mountain road to fight fiercely.

Niu Hulucai sent two cavalry to send a message to Yan Zha. Seeing that Du Du had already rushed out on a horse, he hurriedly led dozens of Bayala warriors to follow him.

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An arrow was inserted into the left arm of the guerrilla general He Zhenxiong, Xuanfu Town of the Ming Dynasty. Blood overflowed, dyeing his entire arm red, but he had no time to take care of it.

There were too many Tartar thieves. Although there were chariots outside to protect them, they still could not stop the heavy arrows shot by the Tartar thieves. The ordinary arrows shot out from the Tartar thieves, as if they had eyes, and they always shot directly into the throat and head of the Ming soldiers.

Even if it is shot on the chest and abdomen, it will often damage the internal organs, and many of them will not survive. Only those who are shot in the limbs may be able to be cured.

Although Yang Guozhu, the general of Xuanfu Town, attached great importance to recruiting and training the new army, the silver and grain were insufficient, and the imperial court could not allocate them. The inventory in Xuanfu Town was also seriously insufficient, but these could barely be maintained.

However, the lack of horses, armor and military weapons required in the army was extremely difficult to deal with. Yang Guozhu tried every means to raise all the measures in the town, and many of the inventory in the treasury were used as inferior products, which was simply useless.

Therefore, only the cavalry armor commanded by Guo Yingxian was the most complete in his army, while the newly recruited 5,000 infantrymen did not have this treatment, and their armored rate was less than 30%.

There were two Qianzhengs in He Zhenxiong's camp, one of the Central Military Headquarters. The battle has now killed one Qianzheng. His heart is bleeding and his eyes are about to break.

But he also knew that the new recruits under his command were very shallow, lack practical experience, and incomplete armor. If the heavy infantry of the Tartars broke into his own chariot formation, the consequences would be unimaginable.

He shouted loudly and directed the soldiers to fire guns and cannons, but in panic, he was in a hurry and the recharge of the medicine was much slower than when he was practicing.

He Zhenxiong pulled out his waist knife and held it tightly in his hand, roaring and was about to lead the only less than 600 cold soldiers in the camp to rush out to block the Tartars.

"Cabin, general, it's our cavalry, the general is here to help!"

Suddenly, with a loud shout, it came from the guards beside He Zhenxiong.

When He Zhenxiong, a guerrilla general in Xuanfu Town of the Ming Dynasty, was anxious, he suddenly heard the guards beside him shouting loudly, "...reinforcements are coming..."

He quickly turned his head and looked in the direction of the guard's finger. Sure enough, he saw a group of elite cavalry, wearing a red cloak, running from south to north on the mountains and hills, bringing smoke and dust.

Seeing the arrival of reinforcements, he was happy in his heart. He suddenly heard a sound of breaking through the air in his ears. From far to near, and before he could dodge, a blood arrow shot on his face.

The guard who had just shouted "Reinforcements are here!" was facing him. A clear hole in his throat kept gushing out bright red liquid, obviously being shot through by the heavy arrow of the Tartars.
Chapter completed!