Kang Guoli swore that he had never been so scared in his whole life of fighting.
In fact, the enemy he saw today was completely beyond his knowledge.
The black figure was getting closer and closer. Although its steps were slight, like a civet cat, it was clearly visible to him.
Kang Guoli closed her mouth tightly, breathing through her nose as slowly as possible, and the hand holding the knife was covered with sweat.
The black figure obviously didn't know that he was prepared, so he just came over.
Close.
Closer.
I saw the dark figure taking less than three steps in front of the tent, and raising its arm as if to open the tent.
Anyone who has fought for a long time knows that once the arm is raised like this, it means that the move is old.
Kang Guoli didn't dare to wait any longer, and suddenly roared and rolled up and knocked out.
The tip of the knife was pointed directly at the black figure.
As expected, the black figure didn't react.
Kang Guoli clearly felt the knife piercing his body.
This result made him overjoyed, and he immediately waved his left fist and hit the black figure in the face.
He believed that with one punch of the sword, the enemy would have no chance of surviving.
But he was only halfway through swinging his fist when the crook of the elbow of his left arm suddenly went numb, and his strength completely disappeared.
At the same time, he received a violent impact on his buttocks, causing him to throw forward involuntarily.
Kang Guoli used all his potential and stood up as soon as he fell down.
When he turned around, he saw that the black figure was already flying away into the distance.
Bagala's camp suddenly became lively.
All the soldiers rushed out of the camp and looked for the enemy.
The fleeing shadow was also seen, and two Bagalas immediately chased after him.
But just after running more than ten steps, there was a sudden explosion, which shattered the two people into pieces.
"Don't chase!"
Kang Guoli shouted quickly.
All the bagaras were frightened. They all stood on the spot, holding weapons and fearfully watching the surroundings.
However, it was dark and windy, and there was nothing around except the rustling of leaves.
It seems that everything that just happened was just a dream.
But when the subordinates reported the results, the dream was so painful.
"Uh-huh, twenty-five died."
Twenty-five Bai Jia Ba Ya La were killed in battle, leaving Kang Guoli completely powerless.
"Did you catch these beasts?"
The subordinate shook his head in shame.
Little did he know that even though Kang Guoli asked, he was actually mentally prepared.
As the only person who had fought with those black shadows at close range, Kang Guoli knew best how powerful those people were.
His sneak attack was not perfect, and he also stabbed his opponent.
But in such a short breath, the opponent unexpectedly came up with many strange moves, got rid of his surprise attack, and even managed to kill two chasing Bagalas.
When encountering such an opponent, losing is not surprising.
Its daybreak.
Twenty-five corpses placed together seemed to have turned into a heavy stone that weighed heavily on everyone's heart.
If these twenty-five bagaras were on the battlefield, the Ming army would not be able to resist them even if they had thousands of troops.
But now they lost their lives quietly on an ordinary night.
Kang Guoli looked around carefully.
The mountains are capped and the trees are deep, and there is no telling what is hidden among them.
This is obviously the place where their Jurchen ancestors have lived and hunted for generations.
But he doesn't know why, but it feels so strange to him now.
"Return trip."
He made a decision, but it shocked everyone.
"Uh-huh, the flag master's order is..."
Kang Guoli said decisively: "We have been targeted for a long time. If we continue, we will die here. There is no way to fight this battle."
Although Duduo's strict order could not be refused, Kang Guoli knew better that not all the Bagalas of Zhengbai Banner could die here.
Otherwise the Zhengbai flag will be destroyed.
Seeing that he was shouldering the responsibility, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
From the bottom of their hearts, they don't want to stay here.
After all, no one wants to lose their life unknowingly, without even knowing how.
On that day, Bagala led by Kang Guoli no longer moved toward the rear of the New Army's defense line, but returned at full speed.
No matter day or night, these people all gathered together, always maintaining sufficient numbers to alert them.
In this situation, the reconnaissance camp had no way to get close and could only watch these embarrassed people return to the Jurchen camp.
"Master Beile, if you want to blame, just blame the slaves. It has nothing to do with them."
Kneeling in front of Duduo and explaining the cause and effect, Kang Guoli accepted his fate.
Duduo, however, had a gloomy face, looking only at the endless camps on the top of the mountain in the distance.
"Withdraw troops."
With this order, everyone up and down the Zhengbai Banner was stunned.
"Baylor, we have not fought a single battle, so we will withdraw our troops... I'm afraid it will be difficult for the Great Khan and Mergendaiqing to explain."
Duduo pointed to the rolling mountains.
"These southerners are very good at fighting, and we Jurchens are not good at attacking mountains. It will not do any good to continue to waste them."
Everyone felt sad after hearing this.
When did the Jurchens become afraid of war?
Duduo made a wise choice and led Zhengbai Banner to withdraw that day.
This made Geng Wanrong extremely depressed.
If you don't fight a battle, doesn't it mean you have no merit?
Neither Geng Wanrong nor Duduo knew that the outcome on the Western Front was already decided.
After the night attack failed, Dorgon decided to attack across the board and no longer retained his strength.
He just wants to take advantage of the large number of people to bully the small number of people.
And he also prepared good things to restrict new weapons.
The war broke out and the entire battlefield was filled with smoke.
The smoke was not caused by gunfire, but Dorgon's secret weapon.
The idea is still the same.
If you want to limit the use of new weapons, you must hinder the new army's vision.
The only thing that can do this during the day is smoke.
So Dorgon ordered that all the dry horse dung and dry grass be collected and rolled into small balls.
When a battle begins, these objects are lit and thrown into every corner of the battlefield.
As a result, the battlefield for dozens of miles around was filled with this choking green smoke that lingered for a long time.
Then the Jinba Banner used the cover of the smoke to launch an attack on the New Army across the board.
Sure enough, the new army did not respond well to this move.
After fighting for more than an hour, all the fortifications outside the city wall were occupied by Hou Jin.
Dorgon also detached a force to attack Yushan, an independent high point on the west side.
Once this place is captured, the New Army's city wall will be condescending and impossible to defend.
But the smoky battlefield left Yu Lichun with nothing to do.
"Is there any way?"
The other officers scratched their heads in frustration.
This time Dorgon used his wisdom and wisdom to tell them that the enemies on the battlefield were really not easy to deal with.
While I was thinking hard, a sudden change occurred.
"what is that?"
Someone suddenly shouted from the Eight Banners Army that was charging towards Yushan.
Others followed his shouts and looked west.
I saw a large ship suddenly sailing out from behind Wangyu Mountain, which is farther west and close to the sea.
Immediately afterwards, the number of large ships changed from one to two, and finally more and more.
In the end, more than 20 large ships were spread out on the sea, and the New Army flags flying on them said everything.
