However, Li Daoxuan spoke too early.
In just a few minutes, he was slapped in the face by reality.
Because the cavalry suddenly opened up their formation and fiercely charged at the back of the Shun army, as tens of thousands of horses galloped, nearly ten thousand spears continuously pierced into the bodies of the unprepared Shun cavalry. In the middle of these ambushers, a large flag with the word Jiang waved in the wind. The cavalry of the Shun army, who were suddenly ambushed and caught in a pincer attack, began to collapse southward without any suspense. The collapse of the cavalry destroyed the last bit of fighting spirit of the infantry that was struggling to hold on. Whether it was those nobodies or Li Zicheng's old camp elites, they all gave up fighting and fled southward in panic. The entire defense line instantly collapsed like a sand dam in front of a flood.
"This is fate!"
Li Daoxuan sighed speechlessly.
He made Wu Sangui the pillar of the Ming Dynasty and made the Battle of Shanhaiguan, a painful symbol in the history of Chinese civilization, disappear. However, he couldn't stop Li Zicheng from repeating this tragedy in another way. There was no traitor Wu Sangui, but there was a traitor Jiang Yao. There was no defeat at Shanhaiguan, but there was this soft defeat. It was like fate, a tragic fate. Now, there was no turning back. Jiang Yao, who had come to reinforce Li Zicheng as ordered, had turned into Dorgon's accomplice and became the last straw that broke the camel's back. As for what he had obtained, Li Daoxuan was no longer interested. He had even lost interest in watching.
Li Daoxuan took one last look at the collapsed Shun army and the flag with the word " Chuang " on it, which had turned around in a panic. He revealed a complicated smile.
"Let's go. It's boring!”
He stood up and said.
"Your Majesty, Tartars, we are surrounded!”
Liang Cheng looked at the foot of the mountain behind him and said with a solemn expression.
Indeed, they were surrounded. It would be a fantasy if something like this didn't happen with Li Daoxuan's playstyle. His twelve dragon flags were simply summoning the enemy. Dorgon had been eyeing him for a long time, so he couldn't miss such a good opportunity. Compared to Li Zicheng, Li Daoxuan needed to be killed more. Just as the battle at the foot of the mountain was going on, a Qing army bypassed the millet mountain, but they didn't attack the Shun army's flank. Instead, they blocked the road down the mountain, and then...
"The Tartars are setting fire!"
Huang Binqing exclaimed.
Indeed, it was spring, the season of the southeast wind. The Qing army was stationed in the northwest and northwest of the Millet Mountain. The Qing army surrounding the Millet Mountain was starting a fire in the south of the mountain. A large number of Qing soldiers were scattered in the dense forest, holding torches and constantly lighting up the fire spots. Then these fire spots quickly connected into a line, and the wind continued to push forward.
Thus, Li Daoxuan's only choice was to head east and pass through a narrow valley.
The Qing army was blocking the exit of this valley. At least 5,000 Manzhou cavalrymen with the Bordered Yellow Banner were lined up in a square formation of dozens of layers at the foot of the mountain, waiting for Li Daoxuan and the 500 Brocade Guards to come to them. With his superb eyesight, Li Daoxuan could even see the smile on the face of the general with the Bordered Yellow Banner who led the Qing army. Not only that, there were even ten Franks in front of them, ready to attack him with artillery shells.
"Dorgon, you're just looking for trouble!”
Li Daoxuan said somewhat helplessly.
" Your Majesty, head south. We'll charge through the fire in front. This kind of mountain fire looks scary, but the fire isn't big. It's not autumn now, and the weather is dry. It's very difficult for these trees to burn. It's only the dead branches and leaves below that are burning. It won't be difficult for the cavalry to destroy them if they force their way in.”
Liang Cheng said.
At this time, thick smoke had begun to rise from the foot of the mountain to the south of them. It was obvious that the Qing army had poured oil on the fire in advance. They could even see the flames soaring into the sky, constantly licking the tall trees. The thick smoke began to drift with the wind.
"No, let's go west!"
"I want Dorgon to know the price of disturbing me," Li Daoxuan said with a domineering expression.”
"To the west?"
Everyone was dumbfounded.
To the west was the battlefield. The flood of Qing infantry and cavalry was sweeping southward, chasing after the collapsed Shun army. It was a battlefield where more than 200,000 troops were fighting. 500 cavalry were just a small splash in the battlefield. They might be swallowed up in the blink of an eye.
This was too exaggerated!
"Let's go down and teach Dorgon a lesson!”
Li Daoxuan got on his red horse after he finished speaking and urged it down the mountain.
Zheng Chenggong and the others looked at each other helplessly. Together with the 500 cavalry, they surrounded the emperor and went down the mountain road to the vast battlefield where thousands of soldiers and horses were fighting. They didn't even put away the twelve dragon flags and waved in the wind in front of the troops. Millet Mountain was just a small hill. When the Qing army discovered them, the team was already at the foot of the mountain. Li Daoxuan took the lead and kept repeating the action of shooting arrows with the giant bow in his hand. In the distance, the Qing army, who was turning around to intercept them, kept falling off their horses. The Manchurian cavalrymen who were closest to them had no time to chase after the Shun army that was fleeing south. They followed the orders of the officers and hurriedly formed up at the foot of the mountain to prepare for battle.
Li Daoxuan had shot nearly two hundred giant arrows without missing a single shot. Under his cover, five hundred cavalrymen had completed their formation in a farmland on the hillside.
"Kill them!"
The Emperor roared and threw his bow away, then jumped onto the black horse. He picked up his pair of iron claws and charged straight at the Qing army. Zheng Chenggong and the other generals followed closely behind him.
"Kill! Avenge King Ying!"
He was facing the Red Flag Manzhou Maile Zhang Jingshuo Zhan and also shouted.
The hastily assembled 3,800-banner Manchurian troops moved forward in a dozen layers of square formations. All the cavalrymen were as dense as possible. The dog Emperor's ability to charge was unstoppable. The conventional cavalry fighting methods in the past were not suitable for him. They had to be as dense as possible to block his charge. Then, they would use their lives to pile him up until he died. This was the tactic that Dorgon had developed to deal with Li Daoxuan. This was also the first time Shuo Zhan had used it. The three thousand Red Flag Manchurian elites moved forward like a moving wall.
But at this moment, Li Daoxuan suddenly pointed his right hand forward.
"Ancestor, show your spirit!"
He suddenly roared.
At the same time, a shooting star streaked across the sky. A strange ball of light instantly appeared dozens of meters above the Qing army's formation. Before the Qing army and the Ming army behind them could react, a torrent of water poured down from the ball of light and smashed into the Qing army. In the next moment, countless inhuman screams suddenly sounded.
Li Daoxuan turned around at an extremely fast speed and flew south in front of the Qing army formation.
On his right side, the water was still pouring down from the sky. The Qing army felt like they had fallen into hell. All the people who were splashed by the water screamed in horror, as if they were thrown into boiling water. They jumped off their horses and struggled crazily. White smoke rose from their bodies, like water droplets dripping on a branding iron. Terrifying bubbles kept rising from their faces. Their warhorses, their weapons, and their armor were all smoking. Shuo Zhan, who was the first to bear the brunt of the attack, was even burned into a monster. He opened his mouth that had been burned out and raised his hands in pain. He stared at the sky with his eyes that had been burned out, and his charred bones were actually exposed.
Even though it was a sunny day, Zheng Chenggong and the others still felt a chill down their spines.
Not only under the light, but the torrent splashed in all directions. All the Qing soldiers and warhorses who were splashed by the torrent screamed in pain, even if it was just a drop on their faces. Even those who were not splashed by the torrent but only inhaled the smoke or were in the smoke screamed. The warhorses who stepped on the flowing water on the ground screamed and ran away desperately.
It was as if it wasn't water, but…
Sulfuric acid.
Xiao Qian used a can of fuming sulfuric acid to settle Li Daoxuan's first battle. 20 cubes of fuming sulfuric acid killed one of the Red Flag Manzhou's Mei Le, one Jia La, and three Niu Lu. In addition, there were nearly 400 casualties among the eight Banners Manzhou's elites, and nearly 3,000 elites collapsed.
Just as the Manchurian cavalry were fleeing in fear, Li Daoxuan's 500 cavalry crashed into the back of the Qing army that was chasing after the Shun army.
Just like how Jiang Yao's sneak attack from behind caught Li Zicheng off guard, Li Daoxuan's sneak attack from behind also caught the Qing army off guard. The elites of the Eight Banners who were chasing after the Shun army didn't expect that someone would attack them from behind. Waving his two iron claws like a scythe dragon brandishing its terrifying claws, Li Daoxuan tore apart the elites of the Eight Banners Manzhou from behind the Qing army. At this moment, he was like a demon god, galloping through the thousands of troops with the howl of death. Wherever he passed, both men and horses were shattered, and a blood-red color followed him through the Qing army.
The 500 cavalry behind him, who had formed a triangular formation, followed the gap that he had created and crushed the Qing army into meat paste. They urged the warhorses in armor to gallop at full speed, advancing forward in the chaos of the Qing army because of the pursuit. They followed the twelve dragon flags and slaughtered like a hot knife through butter.
They all let out a carefree roar as their eyes turned red from killing.
"Kill, kill the Tartars, a good man's blood will wash the battlefield!”
Liu Zhaoji, who was behind Li Daoxuan, roared. Just like what he had done with his 400 soldiers on the day Yangzhou City fell, he slashed wildly with the Yanling Saber in his hand to block the attacks from the flank for their emperor.
"Kill, kill the Tartars!"
Everyone behind him was shouting.
Flags flapped in the wind, iron cavalry clattered, and the invincible commander led his invincible army. Just like that, they galloped across the battlefield, using the blood of the non-humankind to write their legends.
However, Dorgon was dumbfounded!
In the rear of the army, he stared blankly at the twelve dragon flags that were moving through his army at an extremely fast speed. He even forgot what he was supposed to do.
"What is this? Are you asking to be humiliated?”
He muttered to himself with a bitter smile.
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