As night fell, along the mountain road northeast of the Mongolian River, under the illumination of countless torches, groups of Eight Banner Mongolian cavalry were walking. Behind them were dozens of Qing army shotgun soldiers, and hundreds of others. An archer. Some of these people were wearing felt cloaks, some were wearing foam nail padded armor, and some were wearing torn quilts.
On both sides of the mountain road they had walked, more than a dozen horses had fallen to the ground; the ragged archers of the border people sometimes walked into the advancing column, sometimes fell behind, and kept changing.
The horses in the team were all radiating heat. Whether they were maroon or black, they were all jet black because they were wet with snow and sweat. The mane on the horse's neck was stuck together due to being wet, making the neck look very thin.
Everyone's clothes, saddles and reins became slippery and hard because they were wet with snow. The Mongolian cavalrymen sat on their horses with their necks hunched, trying to stay as still as possible to keep warm. After the snow slowly melted on their bodies, it flowed down their bodies and under the saddles. Most of the archers had taken off their bowstrings and placed them in their arms so that they could use their body warmth to keep the bowstrings dry.
In the middle of the long queue were the Chinese guardsmen holding flags. Behind them, several carriages pulled by horses were bumping along. The ruts were filled with mud and snow, and the wheels made a squeaking sound on the ground.
"Junmen, we will leave the mountain pass in two miles, and Mongolian Karen will be here."
Durga, whose beard and hair were already slightly white, tightened the cloak tightly around her body. After hearing this, she looked into the distance and saw that the dark night was still in front of her. He let out a long breath and said, "It's finally here!"
Aixinjueluo Duerjia is forty-eight years old this year. His ancestor was Nurhachi's sixth son Tabai, a member of the Yellow Belt clan. This man is also a battle-hardened veteran. After inheriting the title of General Feng En at the age of 22, he started from the rank of Guards Officer (in charge of the Guards Suwei Gongjin) and worked his way up to General Jilin. In the 40th year of Qianlong's reign, he was pictured in Ziguang Pavilion for his military exploits in Jinchuan and Jinchuan.
But what he never expected was that when he was about to know his destiny, he would be defeated by a group of unknown people at the foot of Fuldan City in the far north. What a nightmare! How could these people have such ferocious firearms? Not only can it hit far, it can also explode. No matter how loud the war drums were, his cavalry could not charge through.
In fact, Duerjia felt in her heart that she was lucky to have escaped quickly, otherwise all three thousand people would have to be confessed in the end; it was true that she was lucky to be able to return to Ninggu Pagoda alive. As for how Qianlong will deal with him later, he is not very worried. First of all, he is not the head coach, and his subordinates are also working hard; secondly, the status of the yellow belt clan is also a guarantee of survival.
On the way to escape south, this group of troops had several false alarms. The sergeants raised their bows and shot at the mountains and forests, ran blindly, collided with each other, and then gathered together again, complaining and cursing each other because of the unwarranted fright.
Swinging the riding crop, Duerjia ordered his subordinates: "We will cross the river in a while and let everyone have a good meal first!"
"Zha!" After hearing this, the Qing soldiers within a dozen meters in front and back finally had a smile on their faces...
A Qing cavalry team holding a torch came to the north side of the pontoon bridge in more than half an hour after leaving the mountain road.
"Who?! Tell me your name!" Across the pontoon bridge, a dozen Qing army guards raised their bows and arrows and yelled towards the north.
"I'm from the Chinese Guards under Duerjia Military Gate. Hurry up and boil water and kill the sheep for cooking! Dujunmen is about to arrive!" The leader was not afraid at all. He picked up the reins and was already on the pontoon bridge. After crossing the bridge, a veteran in his forties holding a torch came up to him.
The veteran held the torch and looked at the north side of the pontoon bridge, and hesitantly asked the leader: "Sir, how many people have you brought to Dujunmen? I can let the younger one prepare meals."
"What an unruly thing! You don't kneel down when you see me!" The leader whipped the head of his horse whip down, leaving a bloody mark on the veteran's face.
"Sir, spare my life!" Several Qing soldiers stationed in Karen looked at each other and quickly knelt down to beg for mercy.
"There are three thousand people behind the army! Be careful! Kill the sheep and cook them quickly! Free up the main room and give the army a rest!"
In the darkness, a figure hiding under the wall of Karen Courtyard quietly ran towards the south...
Two hours later, Durga and a group of officers sat around a square table, biting into the fragrant fat lamb, and their hands were dripping with oil. Inside and outside Karen, more than 3,000 defeated Qing troops were sitting on the ground along both sides of the post road, eating dinner around clusters of bonfires. Fatty, sizzling and oily mutton soup was tumbling in each army pot, and the soldiers rushed to hold bowls and ladles to scoop out the soup and fish out the meat.
"Here comes the sorghum rice!" Several Karen sentries came out of the yard carrying a large iron pot. One of the young men said to a group of Qing soldiers who were surrounding them: "There is not enough left, everyone, hurry up and eat!"
"Hurry up, hurry up, this is not enough!"
The Karen sentries nodded, turned around and entered the kitchen in the yard.
"Bang! Bang!"
Gunshots suddenly rang out all around, and two Qing soldiers covered their chests and fell into the fire. A group of Qing troops suddenly burst out into an uproar. They were so familiar with the sound of gunfire!
"Da da da!"
"Bang! Bang!" Beside the bonfire, more and more Qing troops fell down, and there was no more movement.
"Crash!" With a sound, Duerjia pushed the table in front of her away, stood up suddenly, and shouted loudly outside: "What happened?"
A co-leader, his head covered with blood, staggered open the door and shouted: "Junmen! It's bad! We are surrounded!"
"What?! How did they catch up so quickly! How many people are there?!"
"I don't know, my boss and my brothers can't see clearly. There are their people everywhere!"
Duerjia pointed to the back window in panic: "Get out of here! Quick!"
Outside Karen, gunshots were getting louder and louder. There seemed to be soldiers from Beihai Town in the southeast, northwest and northwest. The panicked Qing army couldn't tell the direction of Beihai Town's attack. They tried several times to break out, but were repulsed by bullets flying in the night. , a mass of casualties.
"Ta-ta-ta! Ta-ta-ta!" Several Qing soldiers who tried to put out the bonfire were knocked to the ground, and hot broth overflowed from the iron pot in their hands.
Dozens of Qing army musketeers hurriedly loaded gunpowder and iron bullets, firing them randomly into the dark night. The Qing army archers composed of border residents hurriedly strung their bows and fired wildly.
Some Qing soldiers threw away their weapons and ran towards the pontoon bridge, while others fled towards the east plain. A Qing army left wing commander hurriedly passed through Karen's courtyard and just jumped on a horse. The bow string sounded softly in the dark night, and the left wing leader suddenly loosened the reins. His body tilted and slid off the side of the saddle. The horse ran to a fire and stopped.
Several Qing soldiers curiously came over to take a look, and saw the left wing leader lying on the ground, his arms and legs twitching, but his head did not move. A long black arrow shot through his head.
The bullets were still whizzing, and the sound of whistles one after another in the dark night replaced the command orders.
Durga and several soldiers and generals crawled out of the back window of the main house with their buttocks sticking out. They were about to climb over the wall and escape. Suddenly, a torch was thrown at the ground in the dark night. When the fire exploded, a long arrow was like a ghost. Usually, a general is shot across the cheek.
Duerjia and others were frightened, turned around and wanted to run east. "Da da da..." A series of bullets hit the blue brick courtyard wall and sparks flew everywhere.
"Put your hands up! Put down your weapons!" In the hazy night, a dozen Beihai Town soldiers holding rifles appeared.
Duerjia knew that she could not escape. He looked at the Beihai Town soldiers opposite. Under the light of the torch, each one had a fierce expression and murderous look on his face. He sighed in frustration and threw the long knife in his hand to the ground. Seeing that their masters had surrendered, several soldiers threw out their weapons and raised their hands in desperation.
Outside the post road on the west side of Karen, the gunfire became increasingly intensive. The Qing soldiers lay down and hid in the darkness far away from the campfire, their faces pale. They were frightened by the battle during the day, and the hunger and fatigue caused by their desperate escape made them unable to resist. Most of the Mongolian cavalry who tried to rush out were hit by the overwhelming bullets, and some who were lucky enough to survive were lying on the ground rolling and screaming, and gradually became silent.
After about a stick of incense, the gunfire gradually stopped with a few rapid whistles. Under the light of the bonfire, a Qing army military attaché picked up a piece of white cloth he found somewhere with a waist knife, stood up cautiously, and shouted tremblingly: "No, don't fight! We surrender, surrender!"
Late at night, a burst of cheers suddenly erupted from the headquarters in Jurgen City. Soon, Fuldan City also received a call.
"Old Chen, Wang Yuanfang and the others blocked the Qing army fleeing south!"
"This is good news! What are the casualties?"
"On our side, there are only two unlucky guys who sprained their feet. The Qing army was in a terrible situation. I heard that many of them were killed."
"I'll arrange someone right away to escort the prisoners early tomorrow morning. By the way, is there any news from Liu Sheng?"
"It can't be so fast!"
On the afternoon of August 24, when Chen Qingsong led two companies of soldiers and more than a thousand migrant workers to Karen, Mongolia, he replaced Wang Yuanfang and others who had not slept all night, and then escorted the Qing prisoners to Fur. Go to Dan City.
On August 25, Wang Yuanfang, who had rested all night, received Zhao Xin's order. He immediately set off westward with two battalions, divided into two groups, one by boat and one on horseback, heading west along the Mongolian River. Crossing the southern foot of Tongken Mountain, we quickly captured the Qing army's wharf on the Hunchun River.
On August 27, Wang Yuanfang and the others went south along the Hunchun River, and captured Amida Karen two days later. Hadamakalon was captured the next day.
On August 29, Hu Ji led a battalion to launch a strong attack on Hunchun City. One day later, all 450 Tuoketong'a and Jia soldiers of the Hunchun Association were killed in the battle. The red flag of Beihai Town was planted on the tower of Hunchun City. .
On August 30, Wang Yuanfang ordered Serdan and Elu to lead two companies to set off from Hunchun, and the troops were divided into two groups to attack Zhugan Kalun and Foduo Xikalun in the southeast. One day later, the two groups met at the southern foot of Mount Situ and captured Situ Kalon in half a day.
On September 3, Khula Mukalen was captured.
Beihai Town's actions, like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, shocked the Kurkhaqi, Hezhefiyaka and Xibo people in nearby villages and towns along the way. They blocked the mountain road one after another. The heads of each surname and village chief sent out their subordinates to handle the village ethnic groups. At the important road, I am afraid that soldiers from Beihai Town will loot the village. After Seerdan and Erlu captured Hulamukalen, they did not stop at all and led their troops directly back to Hunchun City.
At this point, the Qing government's eight Karen outposts east of Hunchun to Fuldan City were all captured, which also meant that all the Qing government's rule in the Hunchun River and Suifen River basins was disintegrated.
On September 5th, Wang Yuanfang, who had just posted a notice to calm the people, left a battalion of Huji to garrison in Hunchun after Serdan and his companions came back. He himself took a battalion and traveled along the Gahali River day and night, all the way across The six Kaluns including Mukalun, Muked and Kalun, and Hashun Kalun were now empty, and their troops were pointing directly at Ninggu Pagoda six hundred miles away.
On September 9, a total of 1,300 people from the east and south groups of Beihai Town met at Ningguta on a hill five miles south of the old city of Ningguta.
At this point, the Qing court's most important military strategic location north of Shengjing was in danger.
At this time, in Ningguta City, only the 1,500 garrisoned Eight Banners led by Na Qitai were holding on to the city. After the imperial envoy Agui learned the news of the fall of Hunchun City, he took his men by boat and fled along Hulha (Mudanjiang) to Wula, Jilin.
On September 15th, Zhao Xin, who had arrived late, followed Liu Sheng's marching route with a company of soldiers and 500 civilians, and appeared outside the old city of Ninggu Tower.
"You guys are here, I've been eating compressed biscuits for five days! Hurry up and bring out the delicious ones!" When Liu Sheng saw Zhao Xin grinning, he went up and gave Zhao Xin a bear hug, almost hugging Zhao Xin Suffocate to death.
"What's the rush? Let me take a breath first. My butt is going to be worn out from walking all the way! Let me salivate first." Zhao Xin limped into the tent and looked around, not even a chair. Just a few wooden blocks.
Zhao Xin stood and drank a large bowl of water, and then said to Liu Sheng: "Forget it! I'm not going to sit down anymore. Find me an empty tent."
The two of them came out of the tent, and Liu Sheng said as they walked: "Hey, are your butts worn out?"
Zhao Xin felt that he could no longer walk, so he gritted his teeth and said, "This damn road is broken! After defeating Ninggu Pagoda, let the prisoners build the road!"
Liu Sheng asked: "By the way, how did you deal with those Qing troops?"
Zhao Xindao: "We built a large prison camp, divided into several areas, and they are all locked up."
Liu Sheng asked curiously: "Where is Marshal Fu?"
Zhao Xin had a bored expression on his face, shook his head and said: "He was detained in solitary confinement and watched 24 hours a day. He committed suicide several times after making such a fuss! I asked Director Liu to give him a sedative. Be honest first. Let’s talk about it after a few days of sleep.”
"What are you going to do with him?"
"What a meat ticket! If you don't pay, you won't be released!"
Liu Sheng stopped when he heard this and asked in surprise: "Are you still planning to let him go?"
Zhao Xin said with a smile: "If you give me the money, let him go. Why should I keep him? I think the 'emoticon pack' is probably useless this time, and there will be no improvement even if he returns to the Qing Dynasty."
"Well, I remember you said there would be a Tiandi Hui in Taiwan next year?"
"Don't worry, without Butcher Zhang, Qianlong won't eat pigs with hair on them. If Fukang'an can't do it, there are others!"
On the same day, Agui's apology letter was rushed along the Northeast Road Post Road at a speed of 600 miles to the Chengde Summer Resort. After receiving the memorial, He Shen read the contents of the two memorials and suddenly sweated profusely.
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