The cold northwest wind mixed with the heavy snow fell in and out of Shengjing City.
In the dark night, there was a vast expanse of white.
Torches surrounded the city gates.
Chu Feng's head and shoulders were covered in snowflakes as he squinted his eyes and stared at the city gate.
The heat from his body grew stronger. He saw Manggu Ertai being split in half and Huo Qubing being surrounded.
"Men!"
Chu Feng knew that he couldn't drag this out any longer and hurriedly ordered,""Order Qi Jiguang to leave the city to fight immediately.”
"Understood!"
A messenger cupped his fists and went down the tower.
Huang Taiji, Dai Shan, and Ah Min were still in the other three gates. If they delayed any longer, Huo Qubing would definitely die if they rushed over.
Military orders were like arrows.
At this time, Qi Jiguang had already counted 5,000 soldiers and horses and was guarding the city gate. After the messenger's words arrived, the heavy city gate was quickly pulled open.
The war drums beat!
The earth rumbled!
The five thousand strong soldiers charged out like a flood with swords and spears.
The camera turned to the outside of the city gate.
The 20,000 Qing soldiers who were about to surround Huo Qubing heard the galloping of horses behind them before they could even put down their blades. They turned around and panicked.
Without a general in the army, it was like a headless fly.
Jierhalang and Dudu were still hesitating when they saw Huo Qubing's lips curl up into a mischievous smile as he charged forward again with the Ring Head Saber.
Qi Jiguang led 5,000 troops from the other side.
One from the left and one from the right, they attacked from the front and back, like two sharp steel knives, they launched a regional massacre on this snowy night.
The beating of the war drums drowned out the battle cries between heaven and earth, and the hurricane shook the flags.
Chu Feng's blood boiled as he watched.
A man of the Han family!
This was the bloodlust of the Han people. If it wasn't for the fatuous and incompetent Ming court and the corruption of the local governments, how could the children of the Han family in the Central Plains become slaves of a subjugated country!
Ten days in Yangzhou, three massacres in Jiading!
That was a blood feud that the Han people would never forget!
The five thousand soldiers under Huo Qubing's command were like a steel rope, coming and going in an orderly manner.
Outside the chaotic city gate, no matter how the Qing army charged, they could not disrupt the cavalry.
"General Huo…"
Qi Jiguang passed through the swarming soldiers and horses and approached Huo Qubing,""The Lord has ordered that we can't fight for too long. Return to the city quickly!”
"Yes! General Qi, take care…"
Huo Qubing hurriedly glanced at the city gate and cupped his fists at Qi Jiguang, turning around and saying,""All soldiers, follow me back to the city!"
His loud voice pierced through the crowd, and everyone's eyes turned to him.
Huo Qubing took the lead, brandishing his huge ring-head saber as he fought his way to the city gate.
The city gates opened again.
Coincidentally, at this moment.
In the dark night, Zierharang saw this and roared,""The city gates of the Han bandits are open. Follow me and charge into the city!”
"Report! Report!"
Just as Jierhalang was about to take the lead in galloping his horse, he heard a hurried voice not far away. He looked in the direction of the voice and saw a Houjin soldier covered in blood fall off his horse.
"This…this servant reports to Baylor…"
The Qing soldier gasped for breath." The Great Khan has ordered us to retreat!"”
"Why?"
This time, both Jierhalang and Dudu were stunned."The gate of Shengjing City is open, if…"
"Yuan…Yuan Chonghuan's army is here…"
Without waiting for the soldier to finish speaking, Zierhalang looked up in shock and looked into the distance.
Unfortunately, because the sky was too dark and the snow was heavy, he could not see far.
" Lord…Lord Baylor, stop looking. In less than two hours, the Ming…Ming army will arrive…"
The moment the Qing soldier finished his words, his head sank and he fainted.
"Jierhalang!"
Du Du grabbed Jierhalang's arm and said angrily,""What are you still thinking about? Give the order!"
"How can we lose Shengjing City? If I lose it today…"
"Jierhalang, the soldiers are tired. We can't fight anymore…"
Du Du had already seen that the Qing soldiers were exhausted. After a series of long raids and bitter battles, they would be courting death if they continued to fight.
"Retreat! Retreat…"
Zierhalang almost cursed out loud. He stood up and said angrily,""Bring Manggurtha's body with you. Quick, retreat!”
Qi Jiguang didn't stop the retreat of the Qing army, nor did he bother them.
Instead, he consciously led his troops back to the city. It had always been his style to not chase after a cornered enemy.
After the battle.
There were countless remains in the snow. At a glance, it was a large black mass, most of which were Qing soldiers.
They had galloped all the way here from the Great Ming Capital. Not to mention the people, even the warhorses had not drunk a drop of water, so how could they possibly resist?
…………
In just four hours, two of the Manchu Eight Banners had been destroyed.
The brothers Dorgon and Dorduo were nowhere to be seen, and more than half of Mangguertai's Zhenglan Flag had been killed or injured, making it difficult for them to form a fighting force.
Moreover, the Banner Lord was dead. It was unknown who would command the Zhenglan Flag or temporarily remove it.
Huang Taiji led the Eight Banners Army and charged towards the Mongolian steppe.
That was their last hope.
Shengjing City could not be taken down now, and the hope was even smaller in a short period of time. The only way was to join forces with the Eight Banners of Meng.
The north-west wind blew against the land outside the pass, making people feel cold from the bottom of their hearts.
Compared to the aggressive manner they had come in, the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty was utterly defeated.
Ever since Nurhachi established the Hou Jin, there had never been such a decline.
"Great Khan…"
After Jierhalang led the remaining 10,000 soldiers to gather, he immediately knelt down and buried his head in the snow."I…I didn't protect Mangguertai well.”
Manggurtai's corpse was covered by a thick beast fur coat, and his head was stuffed into the side of the saddle.
A pair of eyes that had not closed until death stared at him like a ghost.
Huang Taiji grabbed the reins and jumped off the horse. He slowly took off the fox hat on his head, his eyes so red that they were about to bleed.
"Great Manggurtai, you are the guardian of our Jurchen race, the unyielding God of War of our grasslands…"
Huang Taiji made a pious gesture and took a deep breath,"Azik, Mangguertai, we must not forget the blood debt of the Han today. Whoever forgets will be a sinner of the grasslands, and the God of the grasslands will never forgive him.”
The atmosphere was extremely heavy.
Daishan, Amin, and the others all hung their heads. They were filled with hatred but also helplessness.
As for Dorgon and Dordor, they seemed to have been forgotten. No one had ever mentioned them.
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