When the will collapses, no matter how powerful the army is, it will only be destroyed.
Dorgon launched a desperate charge.
Dorgon fell with the Qing Dynasty.
On the battlefield, countless people saw this scene.
The impact of this scene is unparalleled.
Even the powerful regent of the Manchu Qing Dynasty fell under the gun of the National Defense Forces. How could we win?
All the Qing troops lost their fighting spirit.
Everyone turned and ran away.
Even though I don’t know where to run, even though I don’t know what running means, I just want to run.
Run as far as possible, away from this terrible battlefield.
The national destiny of the Manchu Qing Dynasty?
The prestige of the Eight Banners?
Full of glory?
Gone!
It’s completely gone!
Now they don't care about anything.
escape!
Just want to escape!
I don't even know why I ran away.
It was really the army on the opposite side that gave them a terrible blow.
At this point in the battle, the outcome has been decided.
The loud charge horn resounded across the battlefield, and the original strict and steady formation of the Wehrmacht suddenly dispersed, and all the officers and soldiers burst into fanaticism.
It is better to use your remaining courage to chase the poor bandits, not to use your reputation as an academic overlord.
Today is the moment when the Manchu Qing Dynasty withdraws from the stage of history!
The Wehrmacht no longer needed to maintain formation or think about fighting.
All that's left is to chase the remnants of the enemy to the ends of the earth.
On the battlefield on the left wing, Manzhu Xili struggled several times but could not stand up from the ground.
His horse fell aside, and he almost took a bath in the stinky horse's blood.
One of his legs was broken, causing him to almost faint from the pain.
Wang Yan came up accompanied by guards, covered in blood, like an evil god.
The saber flashed as cold as the Styx and was pointed at Manzhu Xili's nose.
"I am willing to surrender, I am willing to surrender, don't kill me!"
Wang Yan lifted his visor and looked at him coldly.
"Gather your troops, and it's best not to have other ideas."
Practicing rituals with beads full of beads, sweating like a waterfall, and kowtowing like pounding garlic.
The leader of the Horqin Left Center Banner, Prince Zaksadorobaturu, behaved the same as before.
As timid as a mouse, humble and cowardly.
Willing to do anything to survive.
The Qing army completely let go of the sheep and ran away just to run faster than others.
Their only direction is to the west.
That's the direction they came from.
Although running to the west would make them farther and farther away from home, the Qing army could no longer care.
Survival has become their instinctive choice.
Countless National Defense Forces joined the pursuit.
Tens of thousands of people trampled the grassland into flat ground.
Dorgon's body fell on the battlefield.
The bright brilliance of his armor could no longer be seen, and the eyes of the Wehrmacht soldiers did not pay attention to him.
Countless footsteps walked over his body, and in the end he was no longer recognisable.
How glorious it was during life, how miserable it will be after defeat.
The Qing army's escape path was destined to be covered with blood.
After running less than thirty miles, a powerful cavalry suddenly came in from the north.
The furious cavalry was completely unreasonable, and they weaved back and forth in the Qing army's formation wantonly. When the cavalry passed by, the bodies of the Qing army fell to pieces.
The Third Cavalry Division, which had solved Horqin's right wing, returned to join the battlefield.
Badali and other princes and nobles on Horqin's right wing followed Pan Zhengyang and others fearfully. Looking at the one-sided battlefield, they were extremely happy.
Fortunately, I surrendered, otherwise...
With the addition of cavalry, the Qing army's retreat became even more difficult.
How can the two legs of infantry outrun the cavalry?
Even compared with the infantry of the National Defense Force, the Qing army could not outrun them.
The fleeing Qing troops were eaten bit by bit, and their numbers decreased rapidly. If nothing else happened, they would all die on the flat grasslands.
However, just when they were about to pass through the gap between the two mountains, a large group of broken troops came from the Xilin Gol grassland.
The two sides collided with each other, and they were equally frightened.
Both parties didn't even have time to ask what happened, so they could only turn around and ran to the nearby mountain.
From the western horizon, large groups of cavalry surged in like a tide. Together with the pursuers from the east, they completely surrounded the remnants of the Qing-Mongolian coalition.
"Haha, it turns out to be Senior Master Zuo. Your movements are so fast!"
When all the ministries gathered together, Lou Fu held Zuo Shi's arm and laughed heartily.
The same is true for Zuo Shi.
"Congratulations. After this great victory, Liaodong and Grassland are finally settled."
After the Central Strategic Cluster captured Hebei, Wang Yan's First Cavalry Division captured Shanhaiguan and rushed to the Xilamulun River battlefield along the Western Liaoning Corridor.
After Zuo Shi's Second Cavalry Division took over the Great Wall defense lines such as Xifengkou and Da'ankou, they did not station themselves there, but plunged into the Mongolian grassland.
When Zuo Menggen used troops, he always used his full strength to fight a lion against a rabbit.
Even if he knew that Lou Fu's side had the upper hand, he still had to make sure everything was safe.
Zuo Shi led the Second Cavalry Division into the grasslands, and within three months, they swept across Harqin and Eastern Mongolia, never defeating the enemy.
Just before the decisive battle between Lou Fu and Dorgon, he led his troops to appear next to Horqin's left wing station.
Today, the troops of Horqin's left wing and other Mongolian tribes have been taken to the Xilamulun River by Dorgon, leaving only the old, young, women and children.
Facing the fully loaded Second Cavalry Division, how could they resist it?
The Second Cavalry Division was in a turmoil, and the tiger entered the flock, directly destroying Horqin's lair on the left wing.
Bumbutai and others could only protect Shunzhi in panic as he fled eastward, hoping to meet up with Dorgon.
As a result, both groups of defeated soldiers were now surrounded on the mountain.
Huddled on the Huanggang Liang, looking down the mountain, the National Defense Forces were boundless, vaster than the grassland, making the remaining Manchus and Mongols howl incessantly.
They knew there was no way to survive.
"Mother, are we going to die?"
Shunzhi huddled in Bumbutai's arms, watching in horror as the National Defense Forces gradually tightened their encirclement, showing no dignity of the emperor.
To this day, he doesn't know what it's like to be an emperor.
Unlike him, Bumbutai burst into tears and asked heaven silently.
The Qing Dynasty died.
So what is the fate of those who are still alive?
Her son is the emperor, and if he falls into the hands of the Han people, it will probably be extremely miserable.
But if she was asked to kill her child with her own hands, as a mother, how could she do it?
Looking around, there are only a few women left in the upper echelons of Manmeng.
None of the men who could call the shots came back.
She had just asked the defeated soldiers who had fled back from the east, and she also knew that Dorgon died in the battle.
Even Dorgon is dead, who can protect their orphans and widows?
If the National Defense Force went on a killing spree, wouldn't the Manchu and Horqin tribes become extinct?
"Someone's coming up."
I don't know who shouted, which made Bumbutai wake up from his sadness.
I saw two Mongolians at the foot of the mountain walking up step by step holding white flags.
When the distance was slightly closer, she finally recognized it.
One is his younger brother Manzhu Xili, and the other is the right-wing leader Badali.
A little light suddenly appeared in Bumbutai's dark heart.
