In the western suburbs of Jiazhuang, under the silver-white dragon shawl, Dorgon held a rein in one hand and a whip in the other, looking in the direction of Jiazhuang with a livid face.
"Ming Jin, withdraw your troops."
Dorgon had a clear view of the details of the battle in Jia Zhuang Village. The formation used by the Ming cavalry that rushed into the formation was different from any cavalry formation he had seen before.
The two branches of cavalry and infantry have little in common with each other. They are completely different in terms of tactics and every aspect.
Dorgon narrowed his eyes slightly. Before this, he had never thought that cavalry could be used in this way.
Using cavalry with the thinking of infantry, charging in an echelon formation, it is actually possible to form such a powerful impact on the front.
Such a formation can use cavalry against foot, and naturally it can also use cavalry against cavalry. This is a new method of using cavalry.
Although such a formation strengthens the frontal impact, it also makes the flanks weaker. However, the flaws are not concealed. As long as this kind of tactics is used well, it can gain the greatest advantage on the battlefield.
For example, in this situation now...
The situation was over, Jiazhuang's siege network had been broken, and the Ming army rescued Lu Xiangsheng.
Lu Xiangsheng's banner had already entered the right-wing formation of Jia Zhuangming's army and was out of danger.
There is no point in continuing the fight. It will only waste troops and may even reveal flaws.
Dorgon raised his head and looked across Jiazhuang towards the north.
On the fields in the north, densely packed Ming troops were wading through the fields, flowing over the land like water flowing down the Yinchuan River.
Part of the Ming army's cavalry was deployed on both wings for defense, and part of it was clearing out the remnant troops remaining in the north of Jiazhuang.
Countless crimson flags were fluttering in the wind in the wilderness. The wind and snow disappeared, and the sky and the earth were dim. The sun was setting on the west mountain, and only the last red light was left, which was about to fall below the horizon.
Whether Dorgon thinks about it or not, the battle of Jiazhuang has now come to an end.
Following the military order issued by Dorgon, the golden sound of retreating troops also sounded in the Qing army's formation.
The Qing soldiers who were still fighting in the front line were slightly startled. They had not yet recovered from the fighting.
However, the habit of obeying military orders developed during their long battle career still made them obey the order and retreat.
Accompanied by the continuous sound of horns and the low and melodious sound of conch shells, the Qing troops all over the mountains and plains retreated towards the west like the ebbing tide of the sea.
Dorgon stood on the hillside, and the generals who had stood beside him were ordered to lead their troops to retreat to the rear.
The Qing army receded like an ebbing tide, and countless banners were retreating toward the west.
The battle of Jiazhuang ended in this situation. Failure to win meant failure.
Such heavy casualties were unprecedented losses in so many years. The number of casualties in the army was probably over 4,000.
Even if most of them are from the Han Army Banner and the Mongolian Army Banner, based on the current seizures and income, even if they go back, they will not be able to avoid Huang Taiji's punishment.
Dorgon held the riding whip in his hand tightly. He was the one who initiated this battle. Yue Tuo never expressed his opinion.
At present, all the flags are damaged, but there is no gain. The flag owners of each flag may have resentment towards him in their hearts.
If Huang Taiji takes advantage of the situation, these flag owners will definitely add insult to injury. By then, the pure white flag under his hand will probably not be saved.
He could not lose the flag master. After Huang Taiji came to power, in order to eliminate Huang Taiji's suspicion, he had always been respectful and kind to Huang Taiji.
In many cases, he even took the initiative to stand up and act as a sharp edge to clear the way for him, and this is how he reached his current position.
Huang Taiji's thought of fame may make him an idle prince like Dai Shan, but after that he will never want to touch any power again.
How could Dorgon be willing to withdraw from the stage of power and completely retire from all kinds of affairs?
And if he loses his position as the banner leader, I am afraid that in addition to the banner leaders who suffered heavy losses in the battle of Jiazhuang, the dissidents he eliminated for Huang Taiji will also join forces to get rid of him.
He is not Daishan, and Daishan offends not many people.
If it were him, it would be difficult for him to retire and die peacefully.
A glint flashed in Dorgon's eyes. With his character, it was naturally impossible for him to accept such an ending.
Huang Taiji's health has become worse and worse over the years.
I don’t know why, but Dorgon had a premonition that Huang Taiji’s death would not be long...
Dorgon narrowed his eyes and stared at the Ming army formation rolling in the distance.
The Battle of Jiazhuang did not achieve the result he wanted. It not only established his prestige, but also damaged it.
He must turn everything around and make up for all the losses before leaving the isolation, otherwise, after leaving the isolation, it will be his period of retirement.
Dorgon's eyes crossed Jiazhuang, passed by the Ming army slowly coming from the north, and turned all the way to the southeast.
If you think about it carefully, although the battle in Jiazhuang was not completely won.
But even after paying such a heavy price, there are no gains.
After this battle, the Xuan army under Lu Xiangsheng may not have much strength to fight again.
There are not many Shaanxi troops under Sun Chuanting.
Thinking about it this way, maybe we can still stick to the original plan...
Dorgon's eyes were slightly stern, and he took one last look at the red flag still standing in Jiazhuang. Then he pulled the reins and joined the army retreating to the west with his personal guards on the side.
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"Long live!!!"
All the Ming soldiers in Jiazhuangzhuang raised their weapons high and howled crazily.
Their long-suppressed emotions were finally released as the Qing army retreated.
The tense heartstrings relaxed at this moment.
Many soldiers of Xuan Dajun even collapsed on the ground.
"When Sun Junmen heard that Jiannu had gathered in Shunde Mansion, he immediately led us to rush for help. Unfortunately, it was a long way and we arrived a step too late."
Chen Wang stepped forward and sat down to meet Lu Xiangsheng. After he led the cavalry to break away from the Qing army's formation, the golden sound of retreat soon sounded in the Qing army's formation, and he was able to receive it effortlessly. Lu Xiangsheng.
Lu Xiangsheng's armor had already been stained with blood, and his face and neck were stained with blood. The armor was covered with scars and there were many arrows hanging on it.
When he saw the arrow embedded in Lu Xiangsheng's left chest, his heart skipped a beat, but fortunately the arrow did not penetrate the armor.
Lu Xiangsheng wore water-polished plain armor on the outside, and a chain mail and cotton armor on the inside. There were three layers in total. The arrow finally hung on the armor leaves of the innermost cotton armor without penetrating.
Just because Lu Xiangsheng was fine, it didn't mean that the others were fine.
"Lao Du...you..."
Hu Dawei, with quick eyes and quick hands, was the first to support Du Wenhuan.
The sudden noise also made everyone look over.
Chen Wang looked around and saw Du Wenhuan with a painful look on his face.
Only then did he notice that except for the bloody areas on Du Wenhuan's face, the rest of his face was frighteningly white.
There was a circular wound on Du Wenhuan's abdomen, which looked like a wound caused by a spear.
The armor Du Wenhuan was wearing could not block this fatal wound, and dark red blood was flowing out along the outer edge of the armor.
"Wen Huan!"
Lu Xiangsheng was startled for a moment, his eyes turned red, and he suddenly stood up from his chair. He still didn't know what happened.
"I'm fine..."
Du Wenhuan slowly sat down with the support of Hu Dawei. His expression was much gentler than at the beginning, not as painful as before, and he even smiled.
"I'm just a little tired."
Although Du Wenhuan said he was fine, everyone noticed that the blood flowing out of Du Wenhuan's wound was getting slower and less.
Du Wenhuan sat on the chair. His abdomen no longer hurt as before. He felt that his body was getting colder and colder, and the strength was slowly disappearing from his body.
Du Wenhuan raised his head and looked at the Qing army slowly retreating in the distance, feeling calm in his heart.
As the sun sets over the Western Mountains, the sky is blood-red, all reflected in Du Wenhuan's eyes.
Du Wenhuan stared at the setting sun in the distance that was about to disappear completely under the horizon.
He knew that his life was coming to an end, but at the last moment, there was no fear in his heart.
After years of hiding, he was tired and exhausted.
He didn't want to hide anymore, and he didn't want to avoid it anymore.
Unfortunately, it was already too late.
However, there is nothing to regret now.
In the battle of Jiazhuang, they won in the end.
Since the establishment of the slave army, the first big victory was in Jiazhuang.
The red light in the sky faded away, and the setting sun finally fell below the horizon, disappearing all its light.
The dark curtain slowly fell from the sky to the world.
The red light faded, the curtain fell, and darkness enveloped the entire world in an instant.
The stars in the sky were dim, the sky and the earth were so dark that it was almost hard to see your fingers when you stretched out your hand.
The fire light came back on, and everyone regained their vision, but Du Wenhuan had already sat back on the chair and closed his eyes.
There are not enough words in this chapter, but if I write any more, I will be procrastinating. I will make up the next chapter to 6,000 words and post it tomorrow.
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