The chaos on the battlefield reached its peak at this moment.
Duduo saw the collapse of the Qing army's imperial tent, and King Sanshun was making his last prayers for his fate. Huang Taiji's eldest son, Prince Su Hauge, didn't know that the fate of the Qing Dynasty would be decided at this moment, and was still confused.
Among them, Bo Hetuo, Tan Tai, and Yi Bilong were desperately resisting Chen Yongfu's attack, Azige was pursuing Li Guo with all his strength, and Wu Sangui had begun to quietly conserve his own strength.
Niu Jinxing saw the heavily surrounded Li Zicheng and was panicked. Li Guo believed that he would be able to break through the Qing army's many obstacles and rescue the Emperor Yongchang. Zhang Nai was covered in wounds and no longer knew what he was doing. Li You was hit several times.
Arrow, he was almost killed, Zuo Guangxian was cut off his thigh by a Qing army's Hongyi artillery shell, and his life was on the verge of death. As for Zhang Pizhu, he was still thinking about one thing.
Li Laiheng, the whole world is waiting for you.
"Tatar, suffer death!"
Li Zicheng flew an arrow and shot it accurately on the high hill. Then Liu Tichun, Song Xiance, and other officers of the Dashun Guards all encouraged the soldiers to shoot the last arrow.
The arrows flying all over the sky flew up the high hills and went straight into the enemy jungle. The white steel feathers were like meteors, lightning and strong winds. They took away the lives of countless young members of the Qing Dynasty. I don’t know which soldier’s arrow was falling.
In front of Huang Taiji's mount, he frightened the horse and knocked the pale-faced Tian Conghan to the ground.
"Ah - Your Majesty -"
Fan Wencheng was almost frightened to death, but Hong Chengchou rushed forward at an unbelievable speed and used his body to protect Huang Taiji. Several arrows hit Hong Chengchou on the back, and blood poured out of his mouth.
, but still stood motionless in front of Huang Taiji.
"I have surrendered to the Qing Dynasty and become the second minister of the world. How can I be the third minister or the fourth minister again? If the Qing Dynasty shaves my hair, I will shave the hair of all the people in the world so that the people of the world will follow me.
I will cherish the imperial grace of the Qing Dynasty for hundreds of generations, thousands of generations, and never change for eternity——"
The guards of Shunjun broke through many obstacles and rushed up to the high hill with the help of the wind and sand. Li Zicheng united his mind and drew the strong bow in his hand into a full moon, and the arrow hit Huang Taiji's Huanglong Bao again.
under.
The strong wind blew fiercely, and the sand and gravel swept away, making it difficult to open one's eyes. Hong Chengchou touched the blood dripping from his chest, and he no longer knew whether he was dead or still alive.
But he knew that if Huang Taiji was neither dead nor injured, then the Qing Dynasty would still win the world. If the Qing Dynasty wins the world, there will never be a Han in the world who can compare to Hong Hengjiu who cut off his hair and betrayed his father's country.
Hong Hengjiu, Zuo Jin led the beasts and cannibals to the barbarians and lived a more dignified life.
Seeing that Hong Chengchou had been hit by several arrows and was only missing the last blow to kill him, all the kings and belles of the Qing army rushed towards him, and the Eight Banners Guards also woke up from the shock caused by the flying sand and rocks.
As they came over, thousands and tens of thousands of reinforcements chasing from behind also surrounded them one after another.
Countless bullets, arrows, spears, knives and guns were aimed at the Dashun guards who were halfway to the high hill, creating a bloody and unheard-of mass grave. One by one, the soldiers fell down from their horses.
Song Xiance was severely wounded and fell unconscious. He was wearing the armor given to him by ordinary soldiers before the battle. The Qing army did not know his important identity, so they rode straight past him and trampled him to death.
Li Zicheng firmly grasped the reins of his horse and leaped across the river. He had crossed the Tao River like this, and he had also crossed the Han River like this, but the years had changed the extraordinary agility of the eight teams of generals.
Meteors flash past, no need to be sad.
The eyes of Emperor Yongchang finally saw a rare opponent in his life. He wanted to take out his arrow and shoot Donglu Khan not far away, but his mouth was already filled with blood.
"Li Zicheng is dead!"
Huang Taiji kicked the seriously injured Hong Chengchou aside, his face flushed, and he shouted excitedly: "The traitor Li Zicheng is dead!"
Gushan Beizi Boluo exclaimed ecstatically: "The intruder is dead! I shot him to death!"
The kings of the Qing army, Beile, and the armored cavalry guards all started shouting.
Everyone saw Li Zicheng standing on the slope of the mound. He was still riding on the black dragon colt, but his back and chest were hit by many arrows and bullets. His thick armor had been shattered.
In several places, blood flowed uncontrollably.
Emperor Yongchang was on the verge of collapse, pointed his finger at the sky, and choked with blood in his mouth:
"Isn't it destiny!?"
Many years ago, Li Zicheng was once a young man in bright clothes and an angry horse, a thief in ragged clothes, and a king who stepped on flowers in Chang'an.
Young today will be old tomorrow.
Even if the original intention is not forgotten, who will remember whom after thousands of years.
Liu Tichun's face was pale, and every veteran from northern Shaanxi who surrounded King Chuang was covered in bruises. The imperial guards were first shocked, then angry, and finally all began to cry.
Soon, dust was rising from the northwest, and Li Guo charged with all his strength to break through. Huang Taiji ordered the clan generals of the Qing Dynasty to beat drums and attack immediately, and went all out to hunt down the remaining thieves.
Overwhelming the sky and covering the mountains and plains, Qing soldiers with high morale were everywhere surging forward crazily. Countless pigtails filled Li Guo's sight. He had a livid face and remained silent, holding the weapon on the back of his hand.
But the veins popped out.
The Dashun Army's front line has not collapsed yet, but their fighting spirit is collapsing.
It spread from the Central Army, to the north wing, to the south wing, and the entire Huolu battlefield began to collapse.
Huang Taiji stepped on Hong Chengchou and remounted his horse. He cheered for joy, and his expression was so joyful that one almost wondered whether Tianming Khan had gone crazy.
The Qing army launched a massive attack, continuously killing the old Shun army soldiers who had low morale. Wu Sangui, who had been preparing to preserve his strength, also launched a new all-out attack, aiming to completely destroy all the effective forces of the Dashun army.
Regardless of his life, Li Guo re-entered the siege, and then joined forces with Liu Tichun to rescue Li Zicheng. He saw that King Chuang's eyes had lost focus, and he kept spitting out black and purple blood from his mouth.
My eyes couldn't stop crying.
At this time, Zhang Nai came over with a group of guard cavalry. When he saw Li Zicheng lying in Li Guo's arms among the rebel army, he was finally shocked and said: "Your Majesty!"
Li Guo roared back: "Shut up!"
Zhang Nai had never seen such an unreasonable Li Guo, and was almost frightened to the point where his hair stood up. Li Zicheng held Li Guo's hand tightly. There was a lot of blood in his mouth, and he spoke with great difficulty. Li Guo could hear
It was with great reluctance that I heard the content clearly:
When you raised troops to pay for the people, why were you afraid of having your head cut off?
This is a poem written by Li Zicheng for Li Guo when the army left Taiyuan and was still on Jingxing Road. Li Zicheng has been studying classics and history with Niu Jinxing for several years, and he has long been able to write some good works on his own.
Li Zicheng had only shown this poem to Li Guo before, so although Li Zicheng's speech was unclear at this time, Li Guo could understand it all at once.
Li Guo recalled the scene when Li Zicheng left Taiyuan, with a look of pride on his face, and handed him a letter with poems on it to read.
“When we raised troops to pay for the people, why were we afraid of having our heads cut off?
Nowadays, when the world is full of people, who can protect the country?
The work has not been completed, the body is tired, and the temples are already autumn.
You and I, can we bear to give up our long-cherished wishes?"
"His Majesty!"
Dang Shousuze, who arrived later, hurriedly asked: "Your Majesty, who will be entrusted to guard the country of Dashun from now on?"
Zhang Pizhu said anxiously: "Your Majesty, Marquis of Jing, let's go back to Jingxing Pass and defend for a while! The Marquis will arrive soon, and we will definitely be able to turn defeat into victory."
“Who can protect the country?”
Li Zicheng's hands were stained bright red with blood. He had shed much more blood in the past than he did today. He did not feel any pain, but only felt the deep regret and helplessness that fate had not taken care of him.
Li Zicheng thought that he was going to die. Mrs. Gao was not a woman he particularly loved. Ever since Xing and Gao Jie betrayed him, he was no longer interested in love between men and women. But Mrs. Gao was a woman who could
A good person who endured a poor life, she made a lot of contributions and sacrifices to Chuangjun and Dashun.
Li Zicheng also thought of his and Mrs. Gao's infant daughter Li Huirou. Then there were Li Guo, Shuangxi, Laiheng, and the faces of every relative of the Li family appeared in front of King Chuang one by one.
King Chuang couldn't help but get angry. He held Li Guo's arm tightly and wanted to stand up again - King Chuang had been defeated many times, but he had never been completely knocked down once.
"I'm sorry... Jiexuan... Liu Zongmin." He finally looked at everyone with the corner of his eyes, and finally fixed his gaze on Li Guo's face, "My nephew is the King of Wu."
The iron horse galloped past, and Li Zicheng's last words were finally drowned in the neighing and dust of the war horse.
Li Guo looked up to the sky and sighed. The Qing army counterattacked across the board. From south to north, and from north to south, the Dashun army's defense lines collapsed one after another. Zuo Guangxian, whose leg was cut off by Qing artillery, was rescued by Li You desperately.
After saving his life, Li You immediately turned back to fight, trying to reorganize his infantry to defend the central army, but a stray bullet flying from a distance hit him in the forehead.
Next came Bai Guangen. When he saw that the Dashun Army soldiers in front were defeated one after another, he immediately took the lead in escaping. Most of the Shun Army's artillery battalions were veterans of the Qin Army. Wu Ruyi could not restrain them at all. At this time, he could only watch the brigade.
The troops followed Bai Guangen and fled north, leaving countless cannons behind.
Chen Yongfu, who was on the south wing battlefield, wanted to make a last-ditch effort to avenge his son Chen De who died in the battle. Gu Junen had no choice but to let the soldiers carry Chen Yongfu away. Gu Sima held Niu Chenghu's hand and sighed with a rare sigh: "Lu Yaozhi knows
Ma Ma, a man who knows how to be loyal. Does Niu Zhishuai still want to follow us?"
When Niu Chenghu saw the army of Dashun retreating like a mountain after Li Zicheng died in the battle, he could only sigh infinitely in his heart. Like Bai Guangen, he was born in the peasant army. After being recruited by the imperial court, he surrendered to Dashun.
However, unlike the quick-thinking Bai Guangen, Niu Chenghu only took one step at a time and had no idea about the future.
He lamented: "Let's go, let's see how far this Dashun can go?"