To put it bluntly, if something happens to me on the battlefield, I will be called a calf!
Once he, the supervisor, died on the battlefield, and now he is still attacking like a wave, as if the Ming army is invincible, its collapse will only happen in an instant.
For an army, the morale blow that the death of its commander can have on the army is almost unimaginable.
Maybe Shang Kexi can use this to make a comeback!
Not to mention, the issue of his successor after his death.
Although Li Lingxiu is pregnant, the baby has not yet been born and no one is sure whether it is a boy or a girl.
Moreover, even if a boy is born, with a big butt, why should he convince the public and inherit Zhu Hongyu's position as superintendent of the country?
When the time comes, I'm afraid there will be another civil strife!
The current situation of the Ming Dynasty has finally improved and there is a trend of revival.
Can't stand civil strife!
Therefore, Zhu Hongyu is becoming more and more cautious in doing things now.
Finally, he couldn't help but ask.
"What is the situation on the front line?"
Zhu Hongyu stood still, his eyebrows furrowed, and the anxiety in his eyes was obvious.
Wang Ruxian bowed and said.
"I will send someone to ask for help now!"
Just when Wang Ruxian was about to ask, Zhu Hongyu waved his hand to stop.
"No!"
"Don't go, don't put pressure on the front line!"
"Just let them continue to play at their own pace!"
Wang Ruxian stopped and stepped aside obediently.
Zheng Chenggong on the side was also standing in front of the sand table, stamping his steps and staring at the sand table with bright eyes.
…
On the battlefield, the still promising banner was already crumbling.
The flag was blasted with holes by solid bullets and shotgun shells.
The scorch marks are extremely eye-catching!
Under the incoming artillery bombardment of the Ming army, Shang Kexi's troops suffered heavy losses.
The entire battlefield was filled with corpses of Eight Banners soldiers.
A set of cotton armor was soaked in blood, and the broken limbs were trampled into pulp by countless feet.
After a long and hard battle, the Eight Banners soldiers suffered heavy casualties.
Some of the soft bones surrendered, and most of the people turned into corpses with different forms of death.
There are now less than a hundred people who are still resisting!
Shang Kexi looked at the swarming Ming troops and felt the deep sense of nobility. He took off the helmet on his head, revealing his gray money rat tail.
With a pop, Shang Kexi knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the north.
His forehead touched the blood mud on the ground, and the smell of blood hit his nose and forehead, and he cried out with sorrow in his voice.
"Your Majesty, this servant has tried his best!"
"I failed to defend Guangdong for the Emperor and made the Ming thieves bigger. Now, I have no choice but to die to apologize!"
"..."
With a puff, Shang Kexi cut his own throat with his own sword.
Blood spurted out, and Shang Kexi lay down on the ground, gradually losing his body temperature and his vitality gradually dissipated.
Shang Kexi would rather commit suicide than fall into the hands of the Ming army.
He still has some compulsion in his heart, knowing how many enemies he has in Guangdong.
If he fell into the hands of the Ming thief alive, his guarantee would be Lingchi!
"Your Majesty!"
"Master!"
"..."
Amidst waves of exclamations full of anxiety and despair.
At this time, the Eight Banners soldiers who were still with Shang Kexi also drew their swords to commit suicide and followed Shang Kexi away.
There was a click, which was the sound of the great banner being cut off!
…
"Great victory!"
"Great victory!"
"Shang Kexi committed suicide, and all the Eight Banners soldiers under his command were wiped out by our soldiers!"
"Shang Kexi committed suicide, and all the Eight Banners soldiers under his command were wiped out by our soldiers!"
Zhu Hongyu's heart finally settled in his stomach when he heard the messenger shouting loudly.
He raised his head and let out a hearty laugh.
"Hahahahaha..."
"If you commit suicide, it will be easier for you, Shang Kexi, an old thief!"
"Hahaha!"
The news spread, causing great uproar and shock.
Countless officers and soldiers of the Ming army saluted Zhu Hongyu's Chinese army tent and shouted in unison.
"Wan Sheng!"
"Wan Sheng!"
"The Ming Dynasty will be victorious! Long live His Royal Highness the Jianguo!"
"Drive out the Tartars, restore China, rebuild the Ming Dynasty, and revive China!"
"..."
The Ming army, which had been fighting hard all night and was severely exhausted, was withdrawn from the battlefield with excitement and returned to the camp to rest.
Civil servants recruited by the army were sent to the battlefield to help clean the battlefield and treat the wounded.
Officials from the Military Law Department and the Meritorious Examination Department also went to the battlefield to calculate military merits, count their own results and losses, etc.
Everything is busy in an orderly manner!
…
The sky is getting brighter, and the sky to the east is gradually turning white.
A bit of golden light appeared below the horizon, and the dazzling golden light shone on the earth, bringing light and heat to the earth.
As the sun rose, the entire messy battlefield appeared before everyone's eyes.
Trench after trench divided the flat land, and countless corpses piled up on the battlefield.
The corpses of the Qing soldiers were stripped of their armor, their belongings were plundered, and they were piled up haphazardly like garbage.
The Ming army's own corpses were cleared out one by one!
The remains were sorted out, the blood stained on the body was cleaned, and arranged in different open spaces according to different arrangements.
The chief officers of each department took turns going to the battlefield to identify the corpse!
The blood solidified and cemented together with the soil on the ground, forming blood mud in the true sense.
There was even a large amount of blood gathering in a low-lying trench, and the blood did not dry up even after a whole night.
The morning breeze blew, causing slight ripples to appear on the water surface of the pool of blood.
A Qing army war horse paced the battlefield, looking for its owner, sticking out its tongue and gently licking the broken arm and limbs that still had the owner's breath.
A fire once broke out in the Qing army's camp, and green smoke floated over the remaining burning wood.
Prisoners of war and civilians dug large pits on the battlefield to bury the bodies of Qing soldiers.
After the hole was dug, the broken corpses and broken limbs were thrown into it like garbage, and then covered with soil and buried.
On the other side, thick smoke rose again on the battlefield!
That was when the Ming army burned the corpses of their own soldiers, then placed the ashes in an altar and hung military badges representing the status of the soldiers on the altar.
Prepare to take the ashes of our soldiers back and hand them over to their families.
At dawn, the Ming army's cavalry, which had been repairing for half the night, roared out and began to chase the Qing army's defeated troops.
Groups of cavalry came out of camp and roared away, raising clouds of smoke and dust on the ground.
Zhu Hongyu also stayed up all night, sitting in the big tent with bright eyes, listening to the report below.
"Report to His Royal Highness the Supervisor!"
"So far, our army has killed more than 12,000 Qing soldiers in this battle, including more than 7,000 Eight Banners soldiers, and the rest are all Green Camp soldiers."
"More than 6,000 prisoners of war have been captured, and the civilians have not yet counted them all!"
The Qing army was defeated last night, and most of those who escaped were the Green Camp soldiers, while most of the civilians huddled in their tents and did not dare to move.
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Waiting for the bus at the station, damn it, KFC is so dark!