Agula desperately slapped his beloved mount and fled northward.
The sun lingers in the sky, exuding the aftertaste of autumn tigers, making the thirsty land become dusty, and the weeds are trampled down and difficult to get up.
He felt that his throat was about to smoke, but he didn't dare to stop at all, or even look back, for fear of wasting some time.
As the Taiji of the Khalkha Mongolia, Agula of course often fought wars, and he was even more experienced with the Manchus. After escaping several times, he finally admitted defeat.
I have to admit that the Manchu Qing Dynasty was strong enough to crush the Khalkha Mongols.
But during this time, he heard that the Manchus were beaten to a bloody head by the Han people, and he immediately felt strange.
This is to enter the border to help out, just to get a glimpse of the reality of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, so as to make a decision for the independence of the tribe.
He is not one of those timid Chahar tribesmen who even drove away his own Khan.
But when he truly realized Akito's powerful power, he instantly hated why the horse didn't have eight legs.
There was a loud thunder, and blood and flesh flew everywhere in an instant.
Whether they were horses or riders, they all fell, bloody and torn to pieces.
Relying on their equestrian skills, they charged and looked for flaws, but ended up with a lot of bloodshed.
And when they were ready to retreat, those damn Manchus threatened them with a straight face not to retreat.
Helpless, they no longer charged mindlessly and prepared to deal with the cavalry.
As a result, after encountering Mingren's cavalry, the outcome was generally the same.
Although they were ahead in horsemanship, the armor and weapons of the Ming army crushed them.
A rout, an unstoppable rout.
His mind was filled with horrific scenes on the battlefield.
I don't know how long it took before Agula came back to his senses and looked around. Of the thousands of people he had brought out before, there were now only a hundred or so left.
"Are there any more pursuers?" Agula breathed a sigh of relief and slowed down the panting horse.
"Taiji, there are no more pursuers."
The guards on the side said quickly.
"That's good."
Agula breathed a sigh of relief, took the skin bag and drank some water, panting continuously.
That's terrible. Isn't Akito a sheep? Why is he so powerful?
His nearly hoarse throat was finally moistened by water, and Agula regained some strength. He gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go home."
"But Taiji, the Qing people still have a lot of things there!"
"Do you think the Qing people can be saved?"
Agula said coldly: "Only by maintaining our strength as soon as possible can we prevent the tribe from being annexed."
Moreover, only by returning as soon as possible can we annex those tribes that have suffered heavy losses and restore their strength.
Having made up his mind, Agula no longer hesitated and prepared to mount his horse and leave.
"An Da, why did you leave—"
At this time, a group of Qing cavalry came from a distance, and the leader shouted enthusiastically.
"Where are those Akito?"
Agula frowned, his eyes full of vigilance.
"Repulsed." When the man was twenty or thirty steps away, he kept his distance and shouted: "The camp is still there, and your things are still there!"
Hearing this, a trace of struggle flashed across Agula's face, and then he shook his head and said, "I have to go back if I have something to do. I don't want the things I need."
"There is no food and grass on the road, how can you go back? It's better to replenish food before leaving."
Too much enthusiasm made Agula more wary, and he shook his head slightly:
"Thank you for your kindness, see you tomorrow!"
As he spoke, under his command, his men retreated slowly, extremely vigilant.
"The unscrupulous guy——"
The visitor muttered a Manchu language, with a ferocious look on his face, and raised his bow and arrow: "Kill, no one will be spared -"
Boo hoo hoo——
Caught off guard, twenty or thirty people were shot to the ground.
Agula's eyes were split, he gritted his teeth and turned around to run away.
"Hmph, can you run away?"
The Qing cavalry, which was almost three times the number, followed closely behind like a cat chasing a mouse.
For a long time, the Mongolian war horse, which had been running too hard and exhausted its physical strength, finally fell down uncontrollably.
Agula also suffered a big fall and was in a terrible state.
There was blood at the corner of his mouth, and his internal organs were almost upside down. He had to raise his head and showed a smile that was uglier than crying: "An Da, I'll go back with you!"
"late!"
The man shook his head, took out his knife and cut his neck, causing the blood to flow uncontrollably.
Agula stared at the boss. He would never understand until his death why the Manchus wanted to kill him. Was it because he didn't go back to get the things?
"Kill them all!"
The remaining prisoners were trembling, but the man just shook his head in regret and waved his hands.
These people are die-hard loyalists and will not surrender easily.
From day to night, and finally retreat to Changping.
At this time, there were only more than 3,000 people left in Khalkha Mongolia and Chahar Mongolia, which can be said to have suffered heavy losses.
In addition to the thousands of casualties on the battlefield, the rest of the stragglers were absorbed into the Mongolian Eight Banners by the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and thirty Niulu were expanded at one time (one Niulu had two hundred to three hundred people).
The Mengba Banner's strength has returned to 50%.
Azig was unwilling to go to Liaodong with other soldiers and horses.
For Li Jizu, this battle was inexplicable.
The main force of the opponent turned out to be the Mongols, and the Manchus and Qing Dynasties acted as foils throughout the whole process, which was part of watching the show.
Once encountered, they immediately fought and retreated without fighting forcefully. As a result, most of the damage was passed on to the Mongols.
After fighting in a muddle all morning, the stubborn Mongolians were bleeding profusely and crying for their fathers and mothers. Finally, the battle ended before lunch.
There were no more than a thousand prisoners, and only a few hundred war horses, but there were many horse corpses. Although the smell of sulfur was strong, it would have been nice to have some extra food.
"This victory is inexplicable."
Li Jizu said a little disappointed.
Chen Yongfu on the side cast an envious look: "It seems that the Manchus are using a borrowed knife to kill people!"
Chen Yongfu has never envied someone so much.
Li Jizu is really lucky, if God can help him.
Although he is known for being obedient, he still has good luck.
In Jinan, Wu Sangui surrendered, Guan Ning's army surrendered without a fight, and Shandong was recovered in an instant.
I thought that when I arrived in Beijing, I would be able to see his true abilities, but who knew that he would actually sing in a play.
Without any reason, he killed many Tatars and won a great victory.
Who can believe that the fighting of two hundred thousand people was solved in one morning?
"Killing someone with a borrowed knife?" Li Jizu suddenly said, "It does look very similar."
"But, Chen Hou (as he is known by his close friends), haven't we regained Beijing?"
“The city of Beijing is ahead!”
Chen Yongfu also showed a surprised smile and shouted: "Li Hou, we have regained Beijing."
"Beijing, Beijing——"
Li Jizu was overjoyed and held Chen Yongfu's hand tightly: "If Chen Hou hadn't taken care of Guan Ning's army for me along the way, how would I have won today?"
"Without Marquis Li, how could the army win?"
Chen Yongfu said solemnly.
For a moment, the two looked at each other for a long time and laughed loudly.