The difference in numbers put the Qing soldiers at a gradual disadvantage, and the casualties on both sides continued to increase. However, Wu Sangui and Hao Ge were both veterans accustomed to fighting. They both knew that the only thing they needed to fight at this time was one breath. Who could persevere?
Whoever wins in the end is the winner.
But at this time, some people couldn't stand it anymore. Fan Wencheng said to Hauge anxiously: "Prince Su, we can't go on like this. It's not easy for us in the Qing Dynasty to cultivate a warrior. We can't fight against the Han people in this kind of war of attrition."
ah!"
Hauge's stern face moved, and he said coldly: "I know, but we can't withdraw now. If we withdraw, we will lose!"
Although Fan Wencheng was a civil servant, he understood that what Hauge said was reasonable, but such a cruel loss still made him feel a pang of pain.
How many people are there in the entire Manchu Qing Dynasty? The total number of people in the Manchu Qing Dynasty is only more than one million. Even if all the people are soldiers, they can only recruit more than 100,000 troops. Through continuous conquest and consumption in recent years, the military strength of the Manchu Qing Dynasty has now dropped to
Barely over 90,000 yuan, this is the main reason why Huang Taiji has not dared to invade the south on a large scale in recent years.
As for the Han people, in the eyes of the Manchu and Qing senior officials, the Han people were like vegetables in the wild. Once they were cut, another crop would grow back soon, and they were simply inexhaustible to kill.
Although Hauge pretended to be nonchalant on the surface, he was actually secretly anxious. This time he volunteered to take the job from Huang Taiji. He originally wanted to gain points by appearing in front of Huang Taiji and the Manchu civil and military ministers.
Unexpectedly, he first encountered a group of hateful Ye Bushou, relying on the power of firearms to make them disgraced. Then he encountered Wu Sangui's cavalry and had to fight together. Hao Ge felt heartbroken as he watched his troops falling continuously.
Like a knife being twisted, these people are the most precious warriors of the Qing Dynasty!
Just when Hauge was heartbroken, Wu Sangui on the opposite side also jumped to his feet. After fighting with the Qing soldiers on the opposite side for a long time, his six thousand cavalry had shrunk by nearly half. Although the Tatars on the opposite side also failed to gain favor, Wu Sangui
He still feels distressed. After all, these elite knights are the foundation for his livelihood!
After thinking for a long time, Wu Sangui looked at the 600 elite cavalry surrounding him. These cavalry were his servants and the most elite men around him. It seemed that he had to use the last of his family resources today.
"Wu Yong!" Wu Sangui shouted at the top of his lungs.
"The humble position is here!"
A tall young man in his mid-twenties with a tough look immediately came over and said respectfully to Wu Sangui: "General, what are your orders?"
Wu Sangui stared at Wu Yong carefully and said slowly: "Wu Yong. Now our army is in a stalemate with the Tatars. I need you to break the deadlock and defeat the enemy. I immediately thought of you. What can you do?"
Are you here?"
Wu Yong clasped his fists and said proudly: "Your Majesty, although the Tatars are brave, they are not vegetarians. If I lead the team, I still can't break the deadlock. I am willing to raise my head to see you!"
"Good!" Wu Sangui praised loudly: "You are indeed a good man from Liaodong. I have a lot of courage. If I can defeat the Tatars today, I will report it to the supervisor immediately and mark you with a great achievement!"
Wu Yong was overjoyed and bowed and said: "Thank you, sir, I will do my best to defeat the enemy in this humble position!"
Wu Sangui nodded with satisfaction and said: "Okay, you go ahead, I will personally beat the drum to cheer you on!"
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, both Wu Sangui and Wu Yong only meant to defeat the enemy. No one dared to say that they meant to completely annihilate the enemy.
Wu Yong got on his horse, holding a long spear, and shouted loudly to the soldiers behind him: "Brothers, kill the Tatars every year!"
"Kill the Tartars!"
Six hundred servants were holding spears and horses, shouting slogans and charging towards the front...
With the addition of this new force, the Qing army, which had been gradually falling behind, finally could no longer hold on, and its casualties increased rapidly.
On the Qing army's position, a bloody Jia Lazhangjing ran up to Hauge and gasped: "Your Majesty, those Han people have sent more troops again. I... I can't stand it anymore."
.You’d better send more reinforcements!”
"Snapped!"
There was a crisp sound, and a whip mark appeared on the face of this Jia La Zhangjing. Hauge pointed at him and shouted angrily: "You useless slave, you can't even handle this little thing, what use do I have for you?"
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Jia La Zhangjing sobbed: "Your Majesty, it's not that the slaves are useless, it's that there are too many Han people. Even if the slaves have three heads and six arms, they can't hold them back!"
"Asshole, Wu Sangui%￥#!..."
A burst of Manchu national curses blurted out from Hauge's mouth, and after a while he said: "Okay, you don't need to say anymore, I will hand over the last 300 Baya soldiers to you. If you still can't give Wu Sangui
Even if you are defeated, you don’t have to see me anymore, just wipe your neck and kill yourself!"
"Hey! Thank you so much, Your Majesty!"
After hearing this, Jia La Zhangjing couldn't help but be overjoyed and quickly knelt down to thank him. The three hundred Baya La soldiers beside Hauge were extraordinary. They were all the elites of the Zhenghuang Banner led by Huang Taiji himself. They were the emperor's personal army.
He was also the most elite warrior in the entire Qing Dynasty.
He believed that as long as these three hundred Baya soldiers joined, the entire war situation would be reversed. Even if it could not reverse the entire war situation, it would still be able to curb the defeat of the war situation.
Sure enough, with the addition of the three hundred most elite cavalry in Hauge's hands, the situation on the battlefield began to become stalemate again.
Seeing such a scene, Wu Sangui and Hauge couldn't help but smile bitterly. If this continues, unless one party bleeds out, there will never be a winner.
Just when both sides were at a loss, the sky was gradually getting dark. When Hauge and Wu Sangui looked up at the sky at the same time, they realized that they had been fighting for a long time.
Intentionally or unintentionally by their respective generals, the soldiers from both sides slowly broke away from contact and returned to their own formations. At this time, the thousand Qing troops who had originally been out to pursue Li Nian and his party also returned.
A Jia La Zhangjing on the side asked: "Your Majesty, the thousand men and horses we attacked have returned, do we need to continue the fight?"
Hauge shook his head solemnly and said bitterly: "We can't fight anymore. Our Zhenglan Banner's wealth is not much to begin with. If we continue to fight, this little wealth will be wiped out!"
The Jia La Zhangjing fell silent after hearing this. The population of the Manchu Qing Dynasty was not large to begin with, and it was even more difficult to train a warrior. If every battle was so squandered, the Qing Dynasty would be destroyed in less than two years.
Extinct.
After another half an hour, the sky finally turned dark. Wu Sangui and Hauge led their troops to retreat thirty miles each. They treated the wounded soldiers and counted the dead and wounded. The final result made Hauge feel heartbroken.
I almost cried on the spot.
In this battle, nearly half of the 5,000 cavalry were killed and wounded, and now only more than 2,000 people can still wield swords and guns. The heavy casualties made Haug so distressed that he was speechless.
Such casualties were too great, reaching the point where Hauge could not bear it. The Zhenglan Banner was one of the three superior banners, and had always been led by Huang Taiji himself.
Because Huang Taiji loved Hauge, his eldest son, he handed over the Zhenglan Banner to Hauge's command. He lost more than two thousand elites this time. After returning, Hauge didn't know how to explain to Huang Taiji.
Looking at the sad-looking Hauge, Fan Wencheng's habit of being a loyal servant relapsed. He comforted Hauge and said: "Your Majesty, I saw today's battle with my own eyes. I really can't blame you. I will tell the truth to the emperor when I go back."
Clearly."
When Hauge heard this, his eyes rolled a few times, and then he suddenly remembered that there was still such a spy sent by his father here. As long as he said a few nice words to his father after returning, his guilt would be small.
is it a lot?
Thinking of this, Hauge looked at Fan Wencheng and his eyes became more friendly than ever before. He immediately took Fan Wencheng's hands and said kindly: "Scholar Fan, I didn't expect you to be the most generous. After returning home, you will still show your kindness in front of my father.
It’s up to you to say more nice words!”
Fan Wencheng was not fooled by Hauge's sudden enthusiasm. He just smiled bitterly and said: "Your Majesty, this servant is under the emperor's orders and is the emperor's messenger. He should serve his master loyally and tell the truth about the situation here. The emperor is a slave."
What should be done.”
Although Fan Wencheng's words were neither salty nor mild, Hauge still shook his head vigorously for a while before putting it down. He also praised: "That's it. Who doesn't know that Bachelor Fan is a famous figure in our Qing Dynasty?"
He is a loyal minister, even the emperor is full of praise for this."
Fan Wencheng smiled bitterly. This Hauge had previously seen that he still had a nose, not a nose, and not eyebrows, but once he asked for help, he immediately put on this look again. It was really one moment and another...
Not to mention that while Hauge was racking his brains on how to explain to Huang Taiji, Wu Sangui was also counting the casualties with a broken heart.
"The six thousand Jingqi have lost more than 3,000 people. Now we have less than 3,000 brothers left to fight!"
After hearing the reports from his subordinates, Wu Sangui looked ahead blankly and kept mumbling: "Big losses, big losses this time!"
Wu Sangui felt distressed. Most of the six thousand elites were lost. After returning, he didn't know how to explain to her father. These were the elites that they and their father had worked hard for several years and spent countless money to train. Now most of them were lost in one battle.
, how not to make him feel bad!
Seeing the pain in Wu Sangui's eyes, Wu Yong came over to comfort him: "Sir, don't worry, although we have consumed thousands of brothers today, the harvest is not small. Although we couldn't clean the battlefield just now, we still captured some
We have killed more than a hundred heads. As long as we report the results of the battle to the Superintendent today, the Superintendent will never treat us badly. By then, he will give us a share of weapons, armor, food, and silver.
Have a portion!”
"Well, that's the truth!" Wu Sangui then thought about it. Although he failed to complete the order of the supervisor today, there was a reason for the incident, and he could not blame himself entirely. Besides, he fought so fiercely. In order to prevent the soldiers from being chilled, what could the supervisor do?
I won't treat myself badly either.
Thinking of this, Wu Sangui's mood gradually improved again...
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