"Why don't you go up and share the reward!"

As Zildu was stabbed to death by indiscriminate shooting, the two Niu Lu under his command also showed a tendency to collapse, and one of Fei Yangwu's backings collapsed in an instant. More Ming soldiers flocked to Fei Yangwu's Weaving Golden Dragon.

Li Fuming jumped off the horse, kicked a family leader in the ass hard, and urged him to lead the people to go immediately, if he could kill Fei Yangwu, whether it was a reward from the imperial court or a reward from Uncle Ning Yuan, it would be a huge benefit.

On the right flank of the battlefield, Nikan, who led two Niu Lu as flanks, saw that the battle situation here was dangerous, and also led the men and horses of the headquarters, with a team of Bayala soldiers as the vanguard, and fought hard to kill it, striving to snatch out Fei Yangwu, no matter what, he could not let a dignified Gushan Ezhen and a Manchurian Baylor fall into the hands of the Ming army again!

"Master! The young master died in battle, and the slave could no longer let the master have any mistakes. Fei Yangwu's subordinate Baya Lama Zhangjing's face was full of blood and tears, and he pulled Fei Yangwu out to kill with all his might.

He took the remnants of a dozen Bayala soldiers as the lead, and dozens of dead soldiers on both flanks were heavily armored and flanked to protect Fei Yangwu and fight outward, striving to join Yue Le or Nikan who were fighting to the death on the periphery. As long as there are two Niu Lu's people and horses, Lord Belle will be fine!

However, although Yue Le and Nikan on both wings kept rushing over, they couldn't resist the soldiers and horses of Shanxi Town, who were like a group of mad dogs. In their eyes, these Liaodong thieves who were beaten to the point of bleeding and only one breath were rewarded for walking, and they were stacks of silver dollars.

What's even worse is that in the past, it was majestic and menacing, but now it has become a beacon in the darkness. In the midst of the chaos, it was not easy for those Ming troops to find Fei Yangwu's location. But his golden dragon silk is too obvious. The Ming army just rushed towards the location of the golden dragon and killed it.

"Master! Protect the master! Baya Laqi Zhangjing swung his knife and cut off two spears, not caring that he was stabbed with blood, he rushed to Fei Yangwu and snatched the golden dragon in the hands of the flag bearer.

"The Nikans just watch this master's dragon come, and you guys will escort the master and go to join the Nikan master. The rest of the people follow me, let's go to the master of Ben Yue Le to kill!" ”

Baga Laxu Zhangjing was unusual, lifting the Weaving Gold Dragon Ring that should have been rolled up or discarded high, and led more than 20 remnants of the defeated army to rush towards Yue Le's troops, trying to attract the attention of the Ming army.

Sure enough, a large number of Shanxi soldiers who later joined the battlefield would be attracted by this high-raised golden dragon and came straight to this dragon dragon.

Taking advantage of the moment when the pressure was suddenly reduced, several strong house slaves carried Fei Yangwu and struggled to run a few steps in the opposite direction of Long Xu. Trying to join up with Nikan over there. Listening to more and more dense shouts and the sound of weapons colliding behind him, Fei Yangwu couldn't help but shed tears, in today's battle, not to mention the loss of soldiers, one of his sons also got in. Knowing this, I regret that I shouldn't have listened to Yue Le, and I should gather the people of the Three Banners to fight with this Ming army!

But which store in this world is there to buy regret medicine?

There are many people on the battlefield, even if there is a golden dragon silk as a guise to attract the attention of a large number of people. But there are also many people who look for new targets and prey in all corners. Fei Yangwu's gilded armor and tattered brocade robes reveal his identity.

"This is a Tartar official!"

"The soldiers around him are all white-armored soldiers, him!"

Several soldiers from the town of Shanxi discovered Fei Yangwu. From the details, they knew that this person was absolutely valuable. While waving his sword and spear, he swooped out, and shouted loudly and greeted his companions.

"Kill!"

Two small teams rushed head-on. There is a way that the poor Kou Mo chased after the division and could not be stopped, but these soldiers and generals in Shanxi Town made this common-sense mistake, and were killed by a few domestic slaves and Bayala soldiers who closely guarded Fei Yangwu. A few even gave their lives.

However, if Fei Yangwu wants to join Nikan again, it will be more difficult than ascending to the sky. Between him and Nikan, Lin Changgen led four or five hundred cavalry to dismount and wait.

"Kill!"

With a roar, dozens of spears stabbed out in unison!

In front of him, there were only more than two dozen remnants of the defeated soldiers who followed the escort Fei Yangwu. Lin Changgen was not worried at all about whether he could take down this group of Liao thieves, so he immediately assigned more than a hundred pikemen to divide into two teams and move forward with guns.

In just one round, he stabbed to death more than a dozen house slaves and Bayala soldiers who wielded knives and spears and desperately struggled needlessly.

"Chieftain of the Vines, report your name!"

Someone shouted loudly, trying to figure out who the Manchurian general in front of him, covered in blood and still fighting endlessly, was.

Fei Yangwu was surprised and delighted by the Cantonese accent of the person who shouted, but several officers from Shanxi Town who rushed over outside the battle group.

"Lord Lin, this is the slave chief Fei Yangwu! Manchuria is the red flag of the solid mountain Ezhen, Baylor! ”

Hearing someone call out his identity, and then looking at the model brigade and the soldiers and horses in Shanxi Town who rushed around him, Fei Yangwu laughed miserably, knowing that he would not be able to escape death today, "Come on!" Benbeile is the son of Shu'er Haqi and the nephew of Emperor Taizu, who followed Emperor Taizu to conquer Liaodong and killed countless of you, which is already enough! ”

There was a shout, and several spears pierced his gilded armor and pierced deep into his body.

"Kill him!"

Fei Yangwu's death once again plunged the battlefield into chaos, and the Shanxi town generals who were originally chasing the golden dragon turned around one after another, making the entire battlefield more and more chaotic.

In this way, it gave Yue Le a chance, and he swooped down, snatching out the Baya Lama Zhangjing who had almost fallen into a desperate situation and the Weaving Gold Dragon Silk in his hand.

"Master Yue Le, look!"

The Baya soldier beside Yue Le pointed to the dense crowd in the distance, and bursts of cheers erupted in the crowd, and then someone shouted a trumpet, commanding more than a dozen pikemen to hold a corpse high, it was the Red Banner Manchurian Gushan Ezhen, Beile Fei Yangwu!

He didn't care about evaluating Fei Yangwu's death, and Yue Le could only express his grief for the time being at the death of this cousin who was rash and rash, but there were more fatal things waiting for him right now.

"Master Yue Le, this is the dragon that the slaves desperately snatched!" Nabaya Lama Zhangjing didn't care that someone would come over to wrap his wounds, so he just handed the golden dragon silk in his hand to Yue Le. Above the dragon. It is full of knife marks, arrow holes, and traces of fireworks.

Yue Le took the dragon and looked out, the entire battlefield, the noise and shouts continued, and the Shanxi Town soldiers of the brigade were still running towards the location where Fei Yangwu was killed. Even Nikan, who was closer to him, was under double pressure, and with two Niu Lu and less than a thousand troops, he had to face the attack of thousands of men and horses and hundreds of model brigades and horses in Shanxi Town.

And on the entire battlefield, from time to time there were short weapon collisions and shouts of killing, and those soldiers and horses of the Red Banner who were scattered and scattered were running around like a group of headless flies in the field without purpose, and from time to time they encountered the soldiers and horses of Shanxi Town and the Model Brigade, and in the blink of an eye, they became other people's military exploits.

"Minions!"

"In!"

"Grab it!"

A small mound not far away caught Yue Le's eyes, and now he could only rely on the terrain to defend it. I hope to be able to hold out until dark or reinforcements from the direction of Tanghezi arrive.

Amid the shouting and neighing of horses, the remnants of the soldiers roared up the hill.

"Hold on to the circle! The spearmen are in front, the archers are behind! Auxiliaries and Clothed Aha hurry up and dig a trench! ”

Seeing the soldiers and horses rushing up the mound, they began to line up and set up defenses amid the shouts and cheers of officers at all levels, and those clothed Ahabs looked for tools to build improvised fortifications in front of the mound to prepare for defense. Yue Le even made a surprising, but morale-boosting move.

Looking around, Yue Le found a piece of ground that was slightly higher, and fiercely inserted the broken golden dragon in his hand into the ground. And spread out the rolled dragon and let the wind blow. So that the soldiers on both sides of the entire battlefield can see clearly.

Suddenly, a small climax erupted on the battlefield again. The soldiers who were scattered and defeated by the Qing army cheered continuously, and rushed in the direction of Yue Le's erection of the golden dragon from all corners. Long Xuan is still there, which means that the masters are still there, and it was just a rumor spread by Nikans just now.

In the same way, the soldiers and generals of Shanxi Town also cheered constantly. originally thought that Fei Yangwu was killed by the horse team of the Model Brigade, and his military exploits were in vain, but who would have thought that there was a big leader of the Liao thieves here, and he dared to erect a dragon to gather the remnants of the defeated generals. Isn't this a great credit to us?

"What a rampant slave!" At the other end of the battlefield, Wang Pu and Wu Biao also discovered this action.

Looking at the constantly tumbling flags rushing back and forth, Wang Pu's eyes almost burst into blood. He didn't grasp the great merit of defeating Fei Yangwu just now, but now this credit must not be missed.

"Brother Wu Biao, come and see, there is a small group of remnants of slaves and thieves who are swooping in the direction of the pseudo-dragon, and Li Shuai's Shanxi Town is fighting fiercely, and the body is a little overwhelmed. It's better to let the boys in Datong Town go down and annihilate them in one drum! ”

The small remnants of the slaves and thieves in Wang Pu's mouth were the hundreds of people led by Nikan, and Yue Le's side erected a dragon curtain, which couldn't help but also make Nikan see hope, and he didn't care about being wounded in many places on his body, so he just led the remnants of the defeated soldiers under his command to rush to Yue Le's side, rushing to kill, trying to open a bloody road.

Although Wu Biao's military experience is not as long as Wang Pu and others, his actual combat experience on the battlefield is not inferior to him at all. Before there was an uprising to resist the grain, were there still few cases of fighting between villages and clans in various places for the surface of mountains, forests and waters? He's a good guy at beating up wrongdoers!

At this time, the battlefield was already chaotic and abnormal, and if thousands of people and horses from Wang Pu's Datong Town were thrown into it, it would inevitably add a few points to the already chaotic battlefield. The soldiers of Datong Town, who were bent on making meritorious contributions, fought for a while and were tired from Shanxi Town, and if they did not do well, they would clash with each other, but they would easily be exploited by the thieves of Liaodong.

"Mingjin! Let Shanxi Town and our brothers withdraw to rest, and then replace the brothers from Datong Town to come forward and kill the enemy! ”

Wu Biao put down the binoculars in his hand and instructed the commander of the division who was standing aside, in such a chaotic battle situation, the soldiers of Datong Town could only add to the chaos in the situation that was already a pot of porridge. Moreover, with the combat methods and discipline of the border army, at this time, he fought to the death with those Liao thieves who were bent on escaping to the master's banner and returning to the building, and he was afraid that he would suffer a big loss.

A burst of gongs sounded, and the Ming troops on the battlefield began to disengage from the enemy in front of them, assembled and withdrew.

In Yue Le's eyes, the Su zhì and military discipline of the two Ming armies were clear at a glance.

On the side of the Model Brigade, after hearing the sound of the gong, it immediately stopped the pursuit. Shift to a defensive stance, then gradually assemble, the individual units moving closer to each other, and then condensing into a larger unit, with pikemen on the outside and sword and shield soldiers in the center. In addition, dozens of horse stakes and auxiliary soldiers and other characters, holding war horses in their hands, slowly retreated as the large group of men and horses slowly retreated, and after meeting with the infantry advancing from the rear, the soldiers of the horse battalion immediately formed a formation and entered a defensive state.

On the other hand, the soldiers and horses in Shanxi Town are unsightly.

The gong sounded for a long time, and those soldiers who fought with the scattered Red Flag soldiers who had fallen behind were still reluctant, and they were eager to split the opponent on the opposite side in half with a single sword. And the officers and soldiers who did not find the opponent. He was swearing and swearing, dragging knives and guns as if he were walking, and his eyes were looking around along the way, trying to make another fortune from the corpse that had fallen to the ground.

Those who were cleaning the battlefield were also complaining, collecting war horses, picking up knives and guns, and stripping the clothes and armor of the Liaodong thieves who died in battle. Looting from the captives the gold and silver and something that could be used, it was the rise of wealth. There are bursts of gongs in my ears, how can I not let the words that are not clean in the mouths of this group of uncles come out? But fortunately, Li Fuming saw that the Model Brigade had already lined up and began to retreat slowly, exposing his team to the knife edge of Nikan's department, which was desperately assaulting and trying to get through with friendly forces, and immediately changed color. He kept screaming and scolding, telling his subordinates to retreat quickly.

The master acted like this, how could his subordinates dare to stay longer, so the soldiers of Shanxi Town retreated to the starting place like the ebb tide of the sea. Only the residue was left everywhere.

"No wonder the uncles are very sad every time they mention the Southern Barbarian Army. This generation is different from the general Ming army. "Prince An Yue Le in the future. At this time, he was just a fledgling hairy young man who had come to experience one or two, but the very different gap between the two troops also made him feel uneasy.

As the grandson of Nurhachi, the fourth son of Rao Yumin Belle Abatai, and the highly meritorious Prince An during the Kangxi period of Shunzhi, although Yue Le at this time had not followed Haoge to conquer Sichuan and made great contributions to Zhang Xianzhong, he had never garrisoned the city in the name of General Xuanwei, and entered the Khalkha Department Tushetu Khan and Chechen Khan, and then the Khalkha surrendered to pay tribute and the class.

However, heroes also grow step by step. If it weren't for those outstanding merits and superior political ability, Fulin would not have had the idea of passing on the throne to Yue Le when he was ill and dying. (According to the "Biography of John Tang", after Emperor Shunzhi found out that he was infected with smallpox, he once wanted to pass the throne to Yue Le, Prince An, and asked John Tang's opinion.) Tang Ruowang believed that the young lord's arrival in the dynasty would certainly affect the political situation, but the transfer of the imperial line would also cause a new crisis, so he strongly persuaded Emperor Shunzhi to leave the position of prince to Emperor Shunzhi's own son. However, this move also cast a heavy shadow on him in the heart of a certain pockmark, causing Yue Le's tragedy in the future.

"Yue Le! Yue Le! ”

Without thinking about it, in a burst of joy and thunder, hundreds of people led by Nikan also pounced under the mound, and several house slaves carried Nikan, who was covered with knife wounds and arrow wounds, in front of Yue Le.

Obviously, Nikan has learned of the death of Fei Yangwu, but Nurhachi's descendants have long been accustomed to their relatives dying on the battlefield, and if they do not fight, their family is only afraid that they will still be the dragon and tiger generals of the Ming Dynasty. Where do you go to call yourself a lonely widow and a king?

Nikan, as the third son of Guangluo Belle Chu Ying, is much more familiar with the battlefield than Yue Le is now. As early as the period of Nurhachi's Mandate of Heaven Khan, he followed his uncles from Vadorot and Dong Kui, and made meritorious contributions. In the ninth year of Tiancong, he led the troops to follow Duoduo to lead the division into Jin, and the Ningjie embellished the Ming Division. In the first year of Chongde, the shellfish was sealed. Went to Korea to attack Korea, and drove the Korean king Yi Liang from Duoduo to Namhansanseong to annihilate his reinforcements.

In normal history, this Nikan would follow Dolgon into Shanhaiguan, defeat Li Zicheng at a stone, and pursue from Azig to Qingdu, with Bei Zijin as Baylor. Fu Congduo led his division from Mengjin to Shaanzhou to break the enemy. In the second year, the division was Tongguan, and Liu Fangliang was released from the palace, and Nikan and Baya Laqizhang Jingtulai attacked him, and won more than 300 horses. He also accompanied Beizi Shangshan to defeat the enemy's horse, tended to return to Germany, fixed Henan, consoled labor, and gave a bow. In May, from Duoduo Keming Nandu, the king of Mingfu was hunted down. From the beginning of Jiashen's entry into the customs, he has been fighting on the battlefield with the Southern Ming and the rest of the peasant army, until the tenth year of Shunzhi, he met Li Dingguo and Sun Kewang of the Northern Expedition in Hunan, and gloriously became one of the two Qing Dynasty princes who were defeated and killed by these two swords. The so-called two famous kings, the world shook. (That one is the notorious Kong Youde, the father of the lord buried in the princess's grave.) Return the pig Gege prototype of Lao Tzu! ）

"Beizi!"

Yue Le hurriedly stepped forward to give a thousand salutes. But Nikan stopped him.

"Lord Belle was killed in battle, and I was wounded, you are now the commander of the whole army, you don't have to be like this."

Yue Le was not polite to Nikan, and ordered someone to take out the life-saving bag snatched from the Ming army, find a Lang Zhong to come over, and carefully treat Nikan's wounds.

Lang Zhong carefully treated the wound with soju, cleaned the dirt in the wound, wrapped the knife wound medicine with gauze, and Nikan's expression was a little more energetic.

"The barbarian's thing, there is really something evil!"

He praised a word in his mouth, but when he looked around with his eyes, his expression changed greatly, and he shouted in his heart, "Bitter!" (To be continued......)