Chapter 460: Dorgon's Soul Falls into Prince River Five
Dorgon fought until the last moment. He failed to defeat the Ming army, which was supposed to be like sheep, and he also failed to wait for his reinforcements.
Onahai died, Buda died, Keshitu died, and the warriors of Zhengbai Banner died one after another.
In the past, the situation where dozens of Eight Banners soldiers dared to chase thousands of Ming soldiers howling like ghosts and wolves has never happened again. Instead, a few Ming soldiers dared to attack Eight Banners soldiers who were twice their number.
The battle process is nothing to write home about. In the face of absolute strength, any tactics have no chance of success.
Dorgon was defeated, defeated by his underestimation of his enemy, defeated by his impatience, and defeated by his self-righteousness.
If time could be turned back, Dorgon would definitely choose to assemble the main force of the Eight Banners and go south instead of just taking his white flag and a thousand soldiers to go south. But if he was really given the chance to choose again, would he be the commander-in-chief going south?
No one knows the answer, but one thing is certain. If Dorgon really had a chance to become the new commander-in-chief of the Eight Banners, he would never risk going south alone.
Dorgon was unwilling to fail like this. He could not accept the shame and consequences of defeat. He could no longer calm down. He hacked to death the leader of the soldiers who was holding his thigh and begging for retreat, and ordered the last red-armored warrior to follow him.
Charged towards the Ming army again.
Standing stubbornly in a corner and facing death is probably the best portrayal of Dorgon and these red-armored and fanged soldiers.
For those red-armored warriors, it was a supreme honor to die in battle with their master.
Sadly, their master Dorgon did not have the honor of dying with them, he was just crazy. If he had the same feelings as the slaves, it would be more painful for him than killing him.
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The light cavalry of the Ming Army surrounded Dorgon after strangling the remaining dozens of Eight Banners soldiers.
In the fight with the Eight Banners' white-armored and armored soldiers, the light cavalry also suffered heavy losses, but compared to the remaining Jin army, it was still a much stronger force.
Under heavy siege, Dorgon could hardly fly even if he had wings. He had given up the best opportunity to escape. Now, there was really only one way to die.
Cao Bianjiao once again showed his true qualities as a warrior. He took off his heavy iron armor, abandoned his exhausted mount, picked up a spear from the ground and killed Dorgon.
The red-armored Penyalars were unable to reach the brave Cao Bianjiao, and no fewer than ten so-called capable warriors died under Xiao Cao's gun.
At the end of the fight, except for the dozen or so red-armored warriors who closely guarded Dorgon, there were no Eight Banners soldiers standing on the entire battlefield. There were quite a few wounded soldiers wailing on the snow but not dead, but no matter whether they were Jin
Both the army and the Ming army have ignored their existence.
When the soft-hearted Ming army found that the golden soldiers on the ground were still struggling, they would kindly use the long sword in their hands to end their pain.
Goodness, there is no greater good in the world than helping people escape the pain of death.
............
When Dayong came up from behind, he learned that Dorgon was surrounded. The pseudo-Qing regent Shi Shibeile did not escape. Dayong was quite surprised. How could a person as smart as Dorgon persist until the end and commit suicide?
Instead of running away immediately and waiting to fight another day.
If you keep the green hills, you won't have to worry about running out of firewood.
Isn't it unfair to just leave my life here?
The fact that the Ming army won was known to the Han people as the Eight Banners soldiers could no longer be seen. Under the pressure and maintenance of the infantry left camp, the chaotic crowd who were eager to escape finally calmed down.
After it calmed down, there was chaos again. It was the frantic mother looking for her lost child, and the husband who had narrowly escaped death looking for his wife...
The river beach where originally no one was left was now crowded with Han people looking for their relatives. They opened up the corpses and looked at them. Some cried in despair on the spot, while others breathed a sigh of relief and then looked at the next corpse with great nervousness.
The injured people were carried out one by one, and people bandaged them as much as possible. The doctors who had a little knowledge of medical skills were already very busy at this time, but what could they do when faced with the injured people with broken arms and legs?
What.
The surviving Han troops, led by their officers, began to clean up the battlefield. Although there were many Ming troops in sight, they did not dare to look. They quickly cut off the heads of the dead Jin soldiers and then killed them.
The dead soldiers were moved together and the injured soldiers were moved to a safe place.
The coachmen were also looking for their carriages on the chaotic battlefield, and some brave ones even dared to put their hands into the arms of the dead Eight Banners soldiers to grope for them.
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Looking at the young Lord Baylor in front of him, who was much younger than himself, and thinking about this young man's fate in an era when he did not exist, Dayong felt very emotional in his heart.
He stopped Cao Bianjiao's urge to kill Dorgon, stepped forward on horseback, and raised his voice to say something confusing to Dorgon, "Dorgon, your glory has ended."
Has our glory come to an end?
Dorgon murmured to himself, his angry eyes slowly becoming hollow. After a long time, he raised his handsome face and looked at Dayong expressionlessly.
"Why didn't Mrs. Hong personally lead the army?" Dayong asked the doubts in his heart.
Dorgon did not answer Dayong, as it was impossible for him to tell him the truth.
After waiting for a while and not getting an answer, Dayong shook his head and was about to leave. He never wanted to waste time in such meaningless waiting. There were still many things waiting for him to do. Just as he was about to leave,
But Dorgon suddenly shouted: "Are you going to kill me?"
This question is very strange. Does Dorgon not want to die? If he doesn’t want to die, why is he so fearless in the face of danger and so comfortable with death?
Dayong turned around and looked at Dorgon, and found that the young man's eyes seemed to have some life, not as dry as before. He did not answer directly, but asked: "What do you think?"
Dorgon hesitated for a long time before saying, "I don't know." His voice was so low that even Dayong could hardly hear him clearly.
When the remaining dozen or so red-armored warriors heard the flag leader say "I don't know," their expressions were a little strange. Dorgon's face also turned red, as if he had done something ashamed.
"Death may be the best ending for you."
Dayong also tasted the subtext of Dorgon's words, but he would not accept Dorgon's surrender, so he coldly dropped these words.
Cao Bianjiao put down his spear and immediately raised it again. At the same time, hundreds of Ming soldiers jumped off their horses and charged towards Dorgon and the others with their long knives.
The red-armored and fanged warriors looked at each other with despairing eyes, preparing for a last-ditch effort.
To everyone's surprise, Dorgon suddenly knelt down on the ground and said calmly to Shi Dayong: "I surrender. I, Dorgon, am willing to lead my people to surrender to the Ming Dynasty."
"Surrender?"
Is Dorgon really going to surrender? Dayong felt as uncomfortable as eating a fly. After being stunned for more than ten seconds, he shook his head, "No need, Ming Dynasty does not accept the submission of livestock."
"you!"
Being treated as a beast by the opponent, one can imagine the anger and shame in Dorgon's heart. He instinctively wanted to jump up from the ground and fight to the end with the Ming army, but his restored sense prevented him from doing so. He could not die. He absolutely
Can't die here!
Didn’t the old Khan surrender to the Ming Dynasty back then? Didn’t the Han people say that it is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge in ten years?
As long as I survive, there will always be a day for me to take revenge!
Fan Wencheng said that all Han heroes can stretch and bend. I, Dorgon, am also a Manchu hero, and I can stretch and bend too!
He tried hard to calm down the fire of humiliation in his heart and tried his best to make himself look a little bit dignified. He had to convince Akito to accept his surrender.
"We, Dajin, still have a hundred thousand Eight Banners strong force, and we will devote all our efforts to fight you. Who will win is yet to be determined!"
"I, Dorgon, am the leader of the Zhengbai Banner and the son of the First Khan. If the general accepts my surrender, my Zhengbai Banner will never be an enemy of the Ming Dynasty again. I, Dorgon, am also willing to help the general persuade other generals to surrender to the Ming Dynasty. From now on
Receive the grace of the Ming Dynasty from generation to generation and serve the Ming Dynasty faithfully!"
"If you kill me, I, Dajin, will fight you until death!"
"..."
Dayong stopped Dorgon's bad remarks and said, "Yes, you Eight Banners are still capable of fighting. Who will win this war? It's not yet certain, but I can be sure that it is you Dorgon."
He will not live to see the day when the winner is decided."
"Are you really going to kill me?"
Dorgon tried hard to see the opponent's true trump card from Shi Dayong's eyes, but to his disappointment, all he saw was cold killing intent.
Does Akito really want to kill me?
Dorgon finally despaired.
"Have you ever heard of a two-legged sheep?"
Desperate Dorgon heard a term that made him frightened. Two-legged sheep, he was stunned. He knew what two-legged sheep meant. Once upon a time, those wise people were just two-legged sheep in his eyes.
"You are just a two-legged sheep in my eyes. Speaking of which, I haven't tasted the meat of the Tatar prince. These guys are so pampered. I think this meat should be much more delicious."
Dayong laughed, very heartily. The hearty laughter moved the people around him. The Ming army looked at Dorgon and those red-armored men with teeth full of smiles. It was a very sincere smile, coming from the heart.
Inner laughter.
"Since the commander-in-chief wants to taste this guy's meat, General Mo will go get the meat for the commander-in-chief right now!"
Amid laughter, Cao Bianjiao led his troops to kill him.
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Just like in the previous battle, a dozen red-armored warriors couldn't make any waves at all. They were quickly hacked to death in the crazy attack of the Ming army.
Dorgon never resisted from the beginning to the end, he was ready to be restrained.
After capturing Dorgon alive, Cao Bianjiao wanted to cut off his neck with a knife, but Dayong said that he could not let Dorgon die too easily, and that he had to let him experience the pain of death.
Do good living people experience the pain of death?
Cao Bianjiao thought for a while and asked his subordinates to fetch the guillotine used by the army to cut grass. When he was in the northwest, he had seen his uncle Cao Wenzhao use the guillotine to execute the rebels. The torture the rebels suffered before their death was definitely unforgettable.
profound.
The guillotine used to cut horse material is not fast, not to mention that the guillotine is full of embroidery. If it were used to cut off Dorgon's body, I can't imagine how much suffering Dorgon must have endured before he died.
Cao Bianjiao was very satisfied with his arrangement. This embroidered guillotine would definitely allow Dorgon to experience the pain of death.
"You want to kill me with this guillotine?" Dorgon panicked when he saw the guillotine. He was really panicked. He was no longer afraid of death, but he couldn't imagine that he would be executed by the Ming army with a guillotine.
His question made the Ming soldiers burst into laughter.
Cao Bianjiao was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and signaled the soldiers to drag Dorgon to the guillotine. Then, two of them pressed his head in front of him, and two of them pressed his legs in the back. They held Dorgon alive under the guillotine just like killing a pig.
"no no no...."
Dorgon was heartbroken and begged the Ming army to give him a break, but no matter how much he shouted, the Ming army ignored him.
An easy death is a luxury.
Cao Bianjiao personally wielded the knife, and struck him hard in the face of Dorgon's pleading, but with a "poof" sound, a spurt of blood spurted out, splashing all over the faces of Cao Cao and the execution soldiers.
The blood is hot, salty, and fishy, no different from other people's blood.
With one stroke of the knife, Dorgon's voice disappeared.
Cao Bianjiao was startled, thinking that Dorgon would be killed with one blow. He quickly wiped the blood from his eyes with his sleeve, but was surprised that the blow did not cut Dorgon into two pieces, but hit the upper part of his body.
On one side, the vertebrae were cut into two parts, and the bone marrow and flesh and blood were blurred.
Dorgon didn't know whether he was heartbroken, fainted from the pain, or decided to be a good man before dying, but there was no sound at all, and his head just hung there.
Cao Bianjiao grabbed Dorgon's braid and glanced at his face, then cursed, and without saying a word, he pulled the guillotine from Dorgon's body, and then struck it hard again.
This time, Dorgon reacted and started wailing "Ahhh".
Accompanied by wailing sounds, Dorgon's body was broken into two pieces, and his intestines and lungs sprang out with a "chipping" sound, and slid down to the snow along the guillotine.
The four soldiers assisting the executioners cooperated and let go of their hands, so the Ming army saw Dorgon, who had lost the lower half of his body, waving his hands non-stop, and his screams were earth-shattering.
Dorgon couldn't bear the pain of wanting to die but not being able to die anymore, and his human instinct prompted him to scream and struggle desperately.
The back half of Dorgon's body was also twitching there, without any big movements. His two legs would not stand up on their own without the guidance of his brain. But the front half of his body was like a dragonfly, without the back part.
Half of it can still fly.
I saw him supporting the ground with his arms, standing half of his body upright, and jumping around on the snow.
This picture reminded Dayong of "Liao Zhai".
Dorgon finally died, and his death was extremely painful. The two parts of his body were revived by the Ming army, and they set the pot on the spot and started cooking.
As the commander-in-chief, Dayong was fortunate enough to taste the fattest and most delicious piece of meat on the body of the puppet regent - breast meat.