Gonggelabu Tan would rather die than retreat. He is worthy of his old master Wu Keshan, his old aunt, Xiaozhuang, and his cousin, and his cousin, Fulin.

As the saying goes, retreat is death, and not retreat is death. It is better not retreat than retreat.

Once the Reformation regime obtains absolute control outside the control, it will definitely be a disaster for the three Korqin tribes of the uncle's family in Shunzhi.

The tribesmen may be fine, but the princes and belles must be cleansed.

The Mongols also understand the principle that the winner is the king, the loser is the enemy, and the emperor is the emperor and the minister are the emperor.

What's more, when Shunzhi cleaned the two white flags of Dorgon's brothers, Korchin's princes and ministers made great efforts, and it can be said that their hands were covered with blood from the two white flags.

Nowadays, descendants of Dorgon's brothers have ascended the Dabao and settled in the Qing Dynasty. Can they be as good as their Korqin?

Therefore, there was no room for negotiation between Korqin and the Reformation Dynasty.

Only by letting go can you have a glimmer of chance of life.

Unfortunately, the prince's refusal to retreat did not awaken the Korqin warriors who were eager to escape in the end, but instead attracted more puppet troops with red puppets.

Jiang Biao, the chief of staff of Xinyi Town, who had three big pheasant feathers on his hat, ordered in a timely manner: "Be sure to capture the flag-holder alive, this person is a hero."

"There is an order above to capture the Tartars who hold the flag alive!"

Hundreds of reform soldiers launched an assault on the stone bridge, and hundreds of remaining Mongolian soldiers gritted their teeth and fought to the death.

The hand-cranked Jattlering round gun that only three people could lift was carried over, and nine were carried out in total, and then they fired at the Mongolian soldiers.

Only five of them started, and the other four were either because of some parts that were stuck, or because there was too much residual gunpowder residue, causing the problem of being unable to fire.

Some people from the Tianjin Military Industry Bureau followed the army, and all the problems exposed by Jatering in actual combat must be returned to the Military Industry Bureau for the sake of experts to solve them in a timely manner.

Five erectile slogans were enough. More than 200 guns were released in the blink of an eye, killing more than a dozen Mongolian soldiers in armor in front of them as if they were swept by submachine guns, dancing like break-dance.

After a roulette of guns, the Reform Army rushed to the stone bridge and started a hand-to-hand battle with more than 20 remaining Mongolian soldiers.

Two brave Reform Recruitment recruits both jumped onto the stone bridge and prepared to capture the Tartar official holding the military flag alive.

But the high-ranking official laughed at them, then took out a dagger and slashed his throat.

The trachea cut off His Highness, the right wing of Korqin, not only was the blood flowing in his neck like a spring, but he could not say a word anymore.

Seeing this scene from afar, Jiang Biao couldn't help but sigh: "What a man!"

Gong Grabutan slowly fell down with the apricot yellow flag, his eyes widened and looked at the puppet troops in the pass near him, but his spasm-in-law holding the flag passed down by his ancestors tightly in his right hand.

This big banner was personally given to his ancestor Wu Keshan by Emperor Taizong. What he witnessed was not only the glory of the Qing Dynasty, but also the glory of their Korqin tribe.

The brave footprints of their Korqin people and the mighty legends were left on the land within the pass.

"Asking your mother, what a thing, is it dead?"

Two 17 or 18-year-old Wei Xinseng looked at each other. One stepped forward and pulled Prince Korqin's braid, and the other cut his neck with the dagger used by the other party to commit suicide.

With the thrilling sound of the sharp blade slashing the flesh, the head of His Highness, the fifth-generation prince of Korqin's right wing, was lifted up, and then he was tied to the flagpole of the apricot yellow flag with his braids, and kept waving above the stone bridge.

"Ten thousand victories, ten thousand victories, ten thousand victories!"

The reform soldiers wearing bright military uniforms and covered in blood on both sides of the stone bridge burst into cheers.

An Mu, the commander of the New First Army in the distance, put down the Qianli Mile Mile, turned his head and ordered the staff: "Go to the Imperial Camp to report the victory quickly, well, just say that the young children have defeated the thief."

"Yeah!"

Several riders left in the dust.

The death of the right-wing prince of Korqin made the remnants of Manchu and Mongolian army no longer have the power to turn the world back and no longer have the courage. Looking around, there were fleeing Manchu and Mongolian soldiers everywhere.

The first-class Taijisunidat who participated in the battle at the left-wing Central Banner of the Korqin were in chaos by a team of defeated Manchu soldiers. Later, they were wrapped dozens of feet away by the Manchu soldiers on their mounts.

Before Sunidat could stabilize the team, the Reform Army's chariot group had rushed towards him. A manchu left leader was anxious and didn't care who Sunidat was. He pulled him off the horse immediately, and then he turned over and flew the opponent's whip and ran away in an instant.

Leave aside, Taiji stomped his feet and scolded the Manchus for being unfaithful.

A chariot that was racing towards the front ran past Taiji, and cut off Taiji's legs and ankles together. Accompanied by howling, Lord Taiji kept rolling on the ground.

The two legs without feet kept gushing out of blood in the cold wind, and then condensed little by little

Some rational Manchu and Mongolian generals wanted to suppress the situation, at least stabilize their position, and prevent the small cavalry of the soldiers in the pass from the gate to drive them away as flocks, so that they could become living targets for infantry.

But it's useless. No matter how these generals pressed them, they could not stop this avalanche scene.

Andarshan, the deputy commander of the Eight Banners of Manchuria, was still running for life with his legs, and did not know that the prince of Korqin had died in battle, but only knew that he could run east.

Not long after, the sound of hurried horse hooves came from behind. When I turned around, I saw hundreds of scared Mongolian soldiers rushing towards him like a tide.

"I am the vice-president of Xingjing!"

Andarshan wanted to call for help, but the Mongolian soldiers ignored him and directly rode their horses towards him.

In the blink of an eye, he was submerged under the hoofs of the defeated soldiers.

When the sound of hoofs disappeared, Lord An, one of the four deputy commanders outside the pass, had no complete bones on his body.

Just like painting a leather.

At dusk, the cold wind kept blowing on both sides of the Daling River. The cold wind brought white snow and a bad smell.

The taste is very strong.

Hundreds of corpses were burning, and the burnt smell of corpses was so irritating.

Many reform officers and soldiers were not stimulated by the smell of blood in the fierce battle before, but at this time they even vomited bitter gallbladder.

On the stone bridge where Prince Korqin died in battle, a long banner of "loyalty to serve the country" was still motionless under the cold wind.

Frozen.

Under the long banner, there were six emperors wearing iron armor, and the rich gang leader who insisted on coming to see the situation of the battle.

An Mu, the commander of the New First Army, is reporting the results of the battle: "Report to the Emperor, our troops fought fiercely with the enemy for one day, with more than 2,000 casualties, and killed the enemy Prince Gonggelabutan, and the deputy commander of Xingjing, Andalshan, below more than 7,000."

The report was suddenly interrupted by His Majesty the Emperor: "Who are those?"

Jia Liu pointed at the black crowd sitting cross-legged by the Daling River.

An Mu hurriedly said, "Go back to the emperor, he is a prisoner."

Jia Liu asked how many people there were?

An Mu said he had not counted it, but there should be three or four thousand people.

"oh,"

Jia Liu nodded and suddenly said to the old rich man beside him: "Fu Jian of Former Qin said that his troops and horses could break the flow of the Yangtze River. I don't believe it, do you believe it?"

The old rich looked at the frozen foot, but the ice was still rushing under the ice. He said to An Mu, who was unknown: "Tongzheng, why are you still standing there? Your Majesty has the order to cut off the water of the Daling River."

"Break the water of Daling River?"

An Mu was stunned, what did he do to break it?

Then I saw the rich gang leader's eyes falling on the black captive crowd in the distance.

Suddenly he stood at attention: "Yeah!"

When An Mu left, Jia Liu looked at the old rich man with a gaze: "Brother, he still knows me as much as before, but according to the history I have read, this will be very dangerous."

"I've become a beggar, what danger is there to you?"

The old rich sniffed disdainfully, "If I pretend not to understand what you mean, you will definitely not be able to celebrate the New Year peacefully."

"What is Mafa saying? We have no friendship or family."

Jia Liu grinned, looked at Shengjing's direction from afar, looked solemn, and then burst into tears and murmured: "My dear father, unfilial son and grandson Shikai is here to see you."

The old rich man couldn't help but twitch his cheeks, and then asked a question he was more concerned about: "Who is your dear father?"

Jia Liu asked back, "Is this important?"

"Um?"

As the old rich man thought, Jia Liu had already stepped across the stone bridge.

After a long time, the old rich man on the bridge shook his head and said, "As long as it's not me, whoever is this turtle son is his biological father will be unlucky."
Chapter completed!