Lu Xiangtong pointed at the towering chariot of Jiannu's main formation.
"Yes." Yu Agou, the flag bearer, agreed loudly, and then rushed towards the Jiannu Nest Car carrying the big flag.
However, at this time, the hollow square formation of the 4th Infantry Brigade was still some distance away from the nest car of Jiannu's main formation, and dozens of white-armored soldiers with white flags were still wandering away at a hundred paces.
Obviously, these white-armored soldiers are still unwilling.
They are still dreaming of coming back and snatching away their own emperor's banner.
Therefore, when they saw Yu Agou carrying the military flag out of the battle, several Baya Lala turned back immediately.
The leader, Bagala, drew his large bow and aimed an arrow at Ah Gou. At this time, the two sides were seventy steps apart, but the arrow still accurately hit Yu Ah Gou's heart.
Yu Agou's right leg immediately went weak and he knelt down on the ground.
But even so, Yu Agou still tried hard to raise the flag.
Upon seeing this, Lu Xiangtong immediately ordered the scout cavalry that had been shrinking in the hollow square formation to go out to hunt down Jiannu's white-armored soldiers. More than ten scout cavalry immediately flew out of the formation.
These more than ten cavalry scouts are all sharpshooters, and they hold Type 20 rifles in their hands.
There were still more than a hundred steps away, and the scout cavalry of the Ming army opened fire first. The few Baya soldiers who turned back were shot and fell to the ground. After a few twitches, there was no movement again.
Xu Wuniu urged his war horses and came to Yu A'Gou.
He stretched out his hand to check his breathing and found that Yu Agou had already breathed his last.
But even after death, Yu Agou still maintained the posture of holding the flag.
This is the mission of a flag-bearer and the pride of a flag-bearer. People can die, but the flag cannot fall!
Xu Wuniu stretched out his hand to catch the military flag, only to find that Yu Agou's fingers were clenched tightly but not moving at all.
"Brother, give me the flag, and I will put it on the slave nest car for you!" Xu Wuniu muttered silently in his heart, and when he stretched out his hand to pick up the flag, he took it easily.
After receiving the flag, Xu Wuniu galloped onto the Jiannuchao carriage.
In just a moment, the Ming Dynasty's sun and moon flag was planted on Jiannu's chariot.
Xu Wuniu pulled the brocade flag and swung it violently, and the huge flag immediately stretched into the wind.
At this time, a red sun just jumped out of the clouds, pouring orange-red light on the flag, making the sun and moon patterns embroidered on the flag suddenly shine extraordinarily.
The next moment, cheers like a mountain roar and a tsunami erupted on the battlefield.
"Long live!"
"Long live the Ming Dynasty!"
"The sun, moon, mountains and rivers will always be there!"
Whether it was the Ming army officers who attacked, the Ming army officers who stayed in the main formation of the Chinese army, or the Korean servants, they all got carried away and let out huge cheers, almost breaking their throats!
Even Gao Qiqiu was cheering with high pitched voice and forgetful emotion.
While shouting, she also shed tears of excitement.
Xu Yingwei let out a sigh of relief, he really won this time.
"Brother Youzhen." Zheng Sen walked to Xu Yingwei and stood in front of him, "Congratulations."
"Same joy." Xu Yingwei stretched out his right hand, squeezed it with Zheng Sen, and then hugged him vigorously.
"Xu Geijian, our family also wishes you a happy birthday." Gao Qiqian wiped away his tears and stepped forward to hug Xu Yingwei, and then hugged Zheng Sen. Zheng Sen could faintly smell the smell of urine.
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The huge cheers also alarmed Dorgon.
When Dorgon looked back during the retreat, he saw at a glance the sun and moon flag fluttering on the roof of the chariot.
Hong Chengchou, Fan Wencheng, Ning Wan, Hou Fangyu and others also turned around and looked at the sun and moon flag intently, with extremely complicated expressions on their faces.
Looking at the sun and moon flags bathed in the sunshine,
Then listen to the tsunami-like cheers of the Ming army soldiers,
An indescribable sadness and anger grew from the bottom of Dorgon's heart.
"I hate it, I hate it so much!" Dorgon completely lost control of his emotions, "Hate hate hate hate hate hate!"
After shouting seven words of hate, Dorgon's face suddenly turned pale, and then he fell down from his horse.
"Master!" Cao Eryu quickly got off his horse and rushed forward to help Dorgon up. In just a moment, Dorgon's face turned into a golden color and he was completely unconscious.
Fan Wencheng, Ning Wan and others immediately became confused.
The accompanying Eight Banners generals also didn't know what to do.
Only Hong Chengchou shouted: "General He Luohui, quickly withdraw the cavalry of the Eight Banners Mongolia and Horqin Mongolia, and then order the army to retreat fifty miles to Xining Fort in the west of Liaohe River. Hurry!"
He Luohui woke up from a dream and quickly issued an order.
A dozen cavalry messengers flew away immediately.
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"It's a pity that the cavalry did not come to Liaodong."
"And our Ming Dynasty doesn't have many cavalry."
Seeing the Mongolian cavalry retreating like a storm, Zheng Sen felt a little unwilling.
"If our Ming Dynasty can also have such a huge cavalry, we can annihilate all the 100,000 Jiannu on the Liaohe Plain this time, instead of just fighting a rout."
"Brother Damu, be content." Xu Yingwei waved his hand and said.
"The Holy One has said that if you bite off more than you can chew, you will never become fat after one bite."
"Yes, it's me." Zheng Sen laughed dumbly, "In this battle of Liaodong, our army was able to win with a small number and defeat the Jiannu in an upright manner in the field. This is already an unprecedented victory."
After a pause, he said with a sigh: "It has been thirty years since the old slave complained to heaven about his seven hatreds and raised an army. In the past thirty years, I, the Ming Dynasty, have never defeated the slaves in a field battle, not even once.
So much so that Jiannu actually shouted out the arrogant and arrogant saying, 'The Jurchens are not equal to ten thousand, but ten thousand are invincible'."
"But today, the myth of the Jurchens being invincible in field battles has finally been shattered by us!"
Shaking his fist vigorously, Xu Yingwei shouted loudly: "Come here, report the victory to the Gaizhou Guards immediately. On October 12, the 20th year of Chongzhen, we had more than 25,000 Ming Dynasty soldiers and 5,000 Korean troops, together with 100,000 slaves.
The cavalry army encountered them on the east bank of the Hun River near Haizhou Guard. After a day and night of fierce fighting, Jiannu was defeated and more than 20,000 corpses were abandoned!"
Although the results of the battle have not yet been counted, the number of beheadings at level 20,000 is only a lot more.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! This battle is truly a great victory, a great victory over the Hunhe River!
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Gaizhou Guard, at the head of the North Gate City.
Chongzhen was tightly wrapped in a large cloak and stood motionless at the top of the city, looking north.
Because he stood on the top of the city for too long, Chongzhen's lips were frozen purple.
Wang Chengen advised with some heartache: "Long live my Lord, you have been guarding the city for nearly a day and night. Even an iron man can't stand it. Just go back to the barracks to warm yourself up. There are old slaves here to guard you."
Well, if there is any news from the Haizhou Guard, I will report it as soon as possible."
"No." Chongzhen waved his hand and said, "No matter whether we win or lose the battle of Hunhe River, I must be the first to know the news. Wang Daban, you don't have to..."
Before he finished speaking, a dark shadow of Mohu suddenly appeared on the northern snowfield.
"Someone is coming!" Lu Jiude on the other side shouted immediately, "Long live the Lord, it should be the messenger, it should be the result of the battle on Haizhou Guard's side!"
"That should be it!" Chongzhen nodded, but his heart was lifted.
Although it has been deduced many times before the war begins, and although the odds of winning this battle are quite high, anything can happen before the final result is known. The charm of war lies in the unpredictability of victory or defeat.
Looking at ancient and modern times, at home and abroad, how many wars have just capsized in the gutter?
Soon, the dark shadow of Mo Lake became clear, and it turned out to be a messenger on horseback.
Still far away, the courier on horseback started shouting: "Great victory at Hun River! Report, great victory at Hun River! Our soldiers of tomorrow defeated the slaves on the east bank of the Hun River, beheading more than 20,000 people!"
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"Great victory at Hunhe! Long live Lord, great victory, we won!" Wang Chengen cried with joy.
Lu Jiude was also so excited that he jumped up and screamed: "Long live Lord, we won the battle, we won the battle, our soldiers of the Great Tomorrow finally defeated Jiannu in the field, our soldiers of the Great Tomorrow finally defeated them in the field
A slave!"
"We won, we won after all." Chongzhen murmured, his hanging heart finally falling to the ground.
Then inexplicably, Chongzhen's eyes became wet, and he had a strong urge to cry.
It’s so difficult and not easy. The journey from being hoisted on the coal mountain to today is really not easy.
However, from this moment on, the sky will be bright, and the road will be smooth from now on.
Once the Jiannu lost their invincible advantage in field battles, the Ming Dynasty would be able to crush them by relying on their superior national strength.
At this moment, Chongzhen really wanted to cry loudly to commemorate the suffering and hardships of the past few years.
However, Chongzhen finally controlled the surging emotions and ordered Wang Chengen: "Wang Daban, immediately sent a messenger to Nanjing to report the victory, and told Mr. Lu Ge that the news of the Hunhe victory should be announced to the world as quickly as possible.
Let the officials, gentry and people all over the world know this news as soon as possible!"
"Old slave, I obey." Wang Chengen turned around and hurriedly walked down the tower.
Soon, more than a dozen messengers left Gaizhou Guard on ice.
At this time, the entire Beihai has been frozen, so the courier can directly cross the Beihai on the ice and deliver the good news to Dengzhou Prefecture on the opposite side within a day and night, and then the courier from Dengzhou Prefecture will rush it eight hundred miles away.
To be sent to Nanjing, it only takes at most two days and nights to send it to Nanjing City.
A dozen messengers walked across the ice, but Chongzhen had already regained his composure.
The Battle of Hunhe ended with a great victory. Although this result was exciting, the war between Ming Dynasty and Jiannu was not over yet. This battle could only be regarded as a turning point at best.
The Battle of Hunhe was the Battle of Stalingrad in World War II.
After this battle, the Ming Dynasty will turn to a real strategic counterattack, instead of the previous small-scale counterattack on local battlefields. From now on, Jiannu will be waiting to be beaten.
"Oh, by the way, let's also inform Wang Ding and North Korea."
Smiling, Chongzhen added: "After all, the North Korean army also participated in the Hunhe Battle and made great contributions. After reaping the victory, I would like to express my gratitude to the North Korean monarchs and people."
"Yes." Lu Jiude also rushed down the tower excitedly.
Soon, several more messengers on horseback left the city and galloped away.
