Gong Labutan would rather die than retreat, he is worthy of his old master Wu Keshan, he is worthy of his old aunt Xiaozhuang, and he is worthy of his old cousin Fulin.
As the saying goes, if you retreat, you will die. If you don't retreat, you will die. It is better not to retreat.
Once the reform regime gains absolute control outside the customs, it will definitely be a disaster for the three Horqin tribes of the Shunzhi family.
The clan members may be fine, but the princes and Belles will definitely be purged.
The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. The Mongols also understand the principle of one emperor and one minister.
What's more, when Shunzhi purged the two white flags of the Dorgon brothers, Horqin's princes and ministers played a great role in it. It can be said that their hands were stained with the blood of the two white flags.
Nowadays, the descendants of the Dorgon brothers have ascended to Dabao and occupied the empire of the Qing Dynasty. Can they be as good as Horqin?
Therefore, there was no room for negotiation between Horqin and the Reform Dynasty.
Only by giving it a try can you have a chance of survival.
Unfortunately, the prince's willingness to die rather than retreat did not awaken the last bloody spirit and conscience of the Horqin warriors who were eager to escape, but instead attracted more red-trousers puppet troops.
Jiang Biao, the chief of staff of Xinyi Town, who had three big pheasant feathers on his hat, immediately ordered: "The man holding the flag must be captured alive. This man is a good man."
"There is an order from above to capture the Tatars who hold the flag alive!"
Hundreds of reform officers and soldiers launched an assault on the stone bridge, while the remaining hundreds of Mongolian soldiers gritted their teeth and resisted desperately.
A total of nine hand-cranked Jatling wheel-guns, which could only be lifted by three men, were carried over, and then they fired at the Mongolian soldiers.
Only five of them fired, and the other four were either jammed due to some parts failure, or were unable to fire due to too much residual gunpowder residue.
Tianjin Military Industry Bureau has people accompanying the army, and all the problems exposed by Jatling in actual combat must be reported back to the Military Industry Bureau so that experts can solve them in a timely manner.
Five guns were enough, and more than two hundred muskets were fired in the blink of an eye, hitting the dozen or so armored Mongolian soldiers in front as if they had been swept by submachine guns. They danced and danced almost like break dancing.
After a volley of gunfire, the Reform Army rushed to the stone bridge and started a hand-to-hand fight with the remaining twenty or so Mongolian soldiers.
Two brave reformers jumped onto the stone bridge, preparing to capture alive the Tatar official holding the military flag.
But the Tatar official laughed harshly at them, then took out a dagger and slashed his own throat.
The severed trachea left His Royal Highness the Prince on Horqin's right wing not only with blood gushing from his neck, but also unable to speak a single word anymore.
Jiang Biao, who saw this scene from a distance, couldn't help but sigh: "What a man!"
Gong Labutan slowly fell down accompanied by the apricot-yellow flag. He stared angrily at the puppet troops in the pass who were approaching to check him, but his spasmodic right hand was tightly holding the flag handed down from his ancestors.
This large flag was personally given by Emperor Taizong to his ancestor Wu Keshan. It witnessed not only the glory of the Qing Dynasty, but also the glory of their Horqin tribe.
On the land within the pass, the heroic footprints and mighty legends of the Horqin people have been left.
"Why don't you, your mother, die now?"
Two 17- or 18-year-old reform soldiers looked at each other. One stepped forward and pulled Prince Horqin's pigtails, while the other severely cut his neck with the dagger the other used to commit suicide.
With the bone-chilling sound of the sharp blade cutting through flesh and bone, the head of His Royal Highness the Fifth Prince on Horqin's right wing was lifted up, and then tied with braids to the flagpole of the apricot-yellow flag, above the stone bridge.
Keep waving.
"Wonderful victory, ten thousand victory, ten thousand victory!"
On both sides of the stone bridge, the reform soldiers wearing bright military uniforms and stained with blood burst into loud cheers.
In the distance, An Mu, the commander of the New First Army, put down his telescope, turned around and ordered his staff: "Hurry to the imperial camp and report the victory. Well, let's just say that I have defeated the thief."
"嗻!"
Several riders rode away in the dust.
The death of Prince Horqin's right wing left the remaining Manchu and Mongolian troops with no hope of recovery and no courage. Looking around, there were fleeing Manchu and Mongolian soldiers everywhere.
The first-class Taiji Sunidat who participated in the battle at Horqin's left center banner was unexpectedly rushed by a group of defeated Manchurian soldiers, and was then swept away dozens of feet by the group of Manchurian soldiers on his mount.
Before Sunidat could stabilize his team, a tank group of the Reform Army rushed in his direction. A frightened left-wing Manchurian leader was so desperate that he didn't care who Sunidat was and violently drove him away.
He immediately pulled him off, then jumped onto the opponent's horse and ran away in an instant with a whip of his whip.
The first-class Taiji was left stomping his feet and cursing the Tatars for their lack of loyalty.
A fast-moving chariot passed by First Class Taiji and cut off First Class Taiji's legs and ankles. Accompanied by wailing sounds, Master Taiji couldn't help but roll on the ground.
The two legs without feet kept gushing out blood in the cold wind, and then condensed little by little.
Some Manchu and Mongolian generals who still had sense wanted to suppress the defeat, or at least stabilize their position, and prevent the small group of cavalry from the Guan Nei soldiers from driving them away like sheep, making them easy targets for the infantry.
But it was useless. No matter how hard these generals suppressed them, they could not stop this avalanche.
Andershan, the commander-in-chief of the Eight Banners of Manchuria and the deputy commander-in-chief of Xingjing, was still running for his life on his legs. He did not know that Prince Horqin had died in the battle, so he only ran to the east.
Not long after, there was the sound of rapid horse hooves behind him, and when he looked back, he saw hundreds of frightened Mongolian soldiers rushing towards him like a tide.
"I am the Deputy Governor of Xingjing!"
Andershan opened his mouth to call for help, but the group of Mongolian soldiers ignored him and directly rode towards him.
In the blink of an eye, he was submerged under the hooves of the defeated soldiers.
When the sound of hoofbeats disappeared, Mr. An, one of the four deputy commanders outside the pass, no longer had a complete bone in his body.
Like painting skin.
On both sides of the Daling River at dusk, a biting cold wind kept blowing. The cold wind brought white snow and an unpleasant smell.
The flavor is very deep.
Hundreds of piles of corpses were burning, and the smell of burnt corpses made people unable to open their mouths.
Many reform officers and soldiers were not stimulated by the smell of blood in the previous fierce battles, but at this time they even vomited gall.
On the stone bridge where Prince Horqin died in battle, a long banner with the words "Serve the Country with Loyalty" remained motionless in the cold wind.
Frozen.
Under the long banner, there are the Six Emperors in iron armor, and the rich gang leader who insists on coming to see the battle.
Anmu, the commander of the new army, was reporting the results of the battle: "Your Majesty, our troops fought fiercely with the enemy for a day and suffered more than 2,000 casualties. The enemy's Prince Horqin Gongglabutan and the deputy commander of Xingjing, Andershan, killed more than 7,000 people."
The report was suddenly interrupted by His Majesty the Emperor: "Who are those people?"
Jia Liu pointed to the dark crowd sitting cross-legged by the Daling River.
An Mu hurriedly said: "Go back to the emperor, you are a prisoner."
Jia Liu asked how many people there were?
Anmu said that he had not counted them, but there should be between three and four thousand people.
"oh,"
Jia Liu nodded and suddenly said to the old rich man beside him: "Back then, Qin Fujian said that his soldiers and horses could cut off the flow of the Yangtze River by throwing whips. I didn't believe it. Do you believe it?"
The old man thoughtfully glanced at the frozen Daling River under his feet, but still running under the ice, and said to An Mu, who was unaware of the situation: "An Tongzhi, why are you still standing there? His Majesty has a purpose to cut off the Daling River.
Linghe water."
"Cut off the Daling River water?"
Anmu was stunned there, what could he do to stop it?
Then he saw the rich gang leader's eyes falling on the dark crowd of prisoners in the distance.
Immediately he stood at attention with a "bah" sound: "嗻!"
After Anmu left, Jia Liu looked at the old rich man quietly: "Big brother still knows me and understands me as before, but according to the history I have read, this will be very dangerous."
"I've become a beggar, what danger is there to you?"
The old rich man snorted disdainfully, "If I pretend not to understand what you mean, you will definitely make it impossible for me to spend the New Year in peace."
"What are you talking about, Mafa? There is no friendship or family affection between us."
Jia Liu grinned and looked in the direction of Shengjing with a solemn look on his face. Then he burst into tears and murmured: "My biological father, the unfilial son Sun Shikai has come to see you."
The old rich man's cheeks twitched involuntarily, and then he asked a question that concerned him more: "Who is your real father?"
Jia Liu asked back: "Is this important?"
"Um?"
While the old man was deep in thought, Jia Liu had already crossed the stone bridge on horseback.
After a long time, the old rich man on the bridge shook his head and said, "As long as it's not me, it's fine. Whoever takes this son of a bitch as his biological father will be in trouble."