Zhang Fu looked back and glanced at where the Chinese army was. He saw densely packed Tatar cavalry everywhere, and the dragon flag symbolizing the emperor had been cut off.
He closed his eyes in pain.
In this battle, Ming Dynasty lost, completely!
In this battle, no matter how hard he worked and achieved great results, he could not atone for his sins.
Zhang Fu smiled miserably, with tears in his smile. He wanted to draw his sword and kill himself, but looking at the Ming soldiers who were still fighting fiercely, he did not dare to die.
The soldiers are still resisting desperately. They are already very tired, but with reinforcements behind them, they are still fighting for a life that is basically non-existent.
They didn't know the truth, but Zhang Fu knew very well that reinforcements were coming, but they couldn't save them.
Unable to seek benevolence and unable to seek righteousness, Zhang Fu closed his eyes and felt like his heart was fried.
He, who was already old, looked haggard at this moment.
After a while, Zhang Fu opened his eyes and his eyes became determined.
He cannot fail. He must kill as many Tatars as possible to reduce the pressure on the incoming reinforcements and contribute his last effort to the Ming Dynasty.
This battle is destined to be tragic!
"Array up!"
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"kill!!!"
Shi Heng was also going crazy. The battle had been going on for almost an hour, but their advancing speed was pitifully slow.
Infantry has a natural disadvantage when facing cavalry, and even with artillery support, it is not enough to make up for it.
The three major battalions of the Ming Army are by no means in vain, but the problem is that under the current situation, the three major battalions cannot exert their due combat power at all.
In the battle of Hu Lan Hu Wen Wen, Zhu Di demonstrated the combat power of the three battalions to the extreme, and invented the three-axe fighting method to defeat Yuan Ren to death.
The Shenji camp fired weapons, and three thousand cavalry battalions charged. After defeating the Yuan people in one attack, they then used the fifth battalion to end the battle.
This kind of play is the correct way to use the Three Thousand Battalion.
But Shi Heng is not at this level, not only because of his ability, but also because his 18,000 people are not a complete combat organization.
Zhu Qizhen brought with him the nearly 10,000 remaining cavalrymen after the war. He had no cavalry to charge at all, and he could not keep up with the firearms.
Sixteen thousand of the eighteen thousand men were infantry, which really put him in a difficult position.
Originally, the Ming army's cavalry was very rich, but when Wang Ji went to Luchuan, he took away almost all the cavalry, and Zhu Qizhen left a considerable number to defend the capital, resulting in not many cavalry coming to fight.
Of course, the main reason was that Zhu Qizhen was too conceited and looked down on his Tatar neighbors from the bottom of his heart.
If we bring all the cavalry, the result may not be like this.
"Kill, kill me quickly." Veins popped out on Shi Heng's neck, and his heart was trembling. Can the emperor still be safe in such a situation? óΠъ.oяＧ
When he thought that the emperor might die for his country, he couldn't help but feel numb.
"Damn, where is Li Qipin?" Shi Heng was furious.
He also expected Li Qing to take the blame. If Li Qing died, he would still take the blame!
Looking at the chaotic battlefield ahead, Shi Heng was heartbroken and cursed: "Damn it, this bitch Li Qipin is probably dead. He has died a hundred times. Who should I blame for this?"
Shi Heng seemed to see a huge pot being thrown towards him.
Of course, the dead Li Qing can still take the blame, but in comparison, the living Li Qing is better.
Debts are extinguished after death, but the court did not let it slip, so someone had to take over. As the chief military officer of Datong, Shi Heng could not escape the blame.
This bitch...Shi Heng was so angry that he gritted his teeth, "Hit me, hit me hard. Where are the artillery pieces? Hurry up and blast them!"
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The sound of fighting was loud, exaggerating the tragedy of the battlefield to the extreme. Both sides were fighting desperately, but the balance of victory was gradually tilting towards the Tatars.
However, the Tatars also suffered. Their losses were smaller than those of the Ming Dynasty, but not much smaller.
What's more, they are cavalry and should have greater achievements. The battle ended like this, far below their psychological expectations.
That's all, but I didn't even get a grain of food.
For them, this military expedition was like a loss to their grandma's family.
A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour, half an hour, an hour...
The fierce fighting between the two sides became smaller and smaller as time went by, and almost stopped towards the evening.
Then, the Tatars actually began to retreat on their own initiative.
Shi Heng was confused, and Zhang Fu was also confused.
They didn't understand why the Tatars would take advantage of such a huge advantage and instead of continuing to attack, began to retreat.
Is it because of tiredness?
The problem is that everyone is tired!
The two of them couldn't help but miss their sister, but they simply stopped thinking about it. The result was always good.
"Quickly assemble the army and go to the central army to join the emperor." Shi Heng shouted.
"Register the army and return to the Chinese Army Commander's Camp." After Zhang Fu issued the military order from the observation platform, he immediately galloped down, mounted his horse and rushed to the Chinese Army at the fastest speed in his life.
A quarter of an hour later, Zhang Fu rushed to the Chinese army commander's camp on horseback.
Seeing Shuaiying, the expression on his face suddenly froze, and the blood in his body ran cold.
The commander's camp was razed to the ground. Wang Zuo, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, Cao Nai, the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel and a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy, Kuang Ye, the Minister of the Ministry of War, Deng Li, the right deputy imperial envoy of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, Huang Yangzheng, the minister of Taichang Temple... dozens of civil servants all died tragically. .
Among them, there are more than ten people who are following Zhu Qizhen, including the Prince Consort Jing Yuan, Taining Marquis Chen Ying, Xiangcheng Bo Li Zhen, Sui'an Bo Chen Xun, Pingxiang Bo Chen Huai, Xiu Wu Bo Shen Rong... Death.
"thump--!"
Zhang Fu fell to his knees, with no trace of blood on his face, as if he was not alive.
When Shi Heng, who had just arrived, saw this scene, his liver and gallbladder suddenly exploded, his messy hair became slightly fluffy, he covered his head, his eyes widened, and his jaw almost dropped to the ground.
Fear is not enough to describe Shi Heng's current mood, terrifying, extremely terrifying!
This pot is too big for Li Qing to carry.
Shi Heng was ready to die, and he scolded Li Qing's eight generations of ancestors over and over again.
For a long time, Zhang Fu smiled miserably, pulled out the sword and put it across his neck, looking up to the sky and crying: "Taizong, Renzong, Xuanzong, I have failed to live up to the divine grace!"
"Dang Cang——!"
Shi Heng had quick eyesight and quick hands. He knocked Zhang Fu's weapon away with his sword and shouted urgently: "My lord, you can't think too hard!"
As the saying goes, if the sky falls, there will be someone high to hold it up. If the British Duke committed suicide by cutting his own throat to apologize, would he, the commander-in-chief, still be alive?
Just kidding, the scapegoat Li Qipin is already dead, but we can’t let the would-be scapegoat, the British public, die again.
Shi Heng knew the pros and cons, so he hugged Zhang Fu and cried to persuade him, fearing that he would really wipe his neck if he couldn't think about it.
"My lord, we are still not sure what happened to the emperor. Furthermore, the Tatars are only temporarily in truce and will attack again at any time. For the sake of the emperor and the Ming Dynasty, you have to cheer up!"
Shi Heng also felt very uncomfortable, but more importantly, he felt uncomfortable about his future and fate.
In fact, the result is already obvious. The emperor has not been found yet, but... the outcome is self-evident. Under the chaos of the army, the emperor's life is no more valuable than the bulk of the soldiers.
"Come here, light the torch and go find the emperor!" Shi Heng hugged Zhang Fu and turned around to yell.
After Shi Heng's reminder, Zhang Fu gradually broke out of his despair.
Yes, he cannot die before the battle is over.
"Stop looking." Zhang Fu said in a hoarse voice, "Regulate the army to prevent Tatar night attacks."
Shi Heng was stunned and nodded decisively: "Listen to the British Lord and organize the army!"
After saying that, he cupped his fists with both hands and knelt down on one knee: "The last general, Datong Commander-in-Chief Shi Heng, is willing to serve as a pawn of the country!"
He looked fierce and unafraid of death: "What the Duke said, please tell me what the general will do."
Zhang Fu laughed miserably. He couldn't tell that Shi Heng was passing the blame.
However, he didn't say anything. Whether Shi Heng could get rid of him or not would not have much impact on him. He could only shoulder the blame for this because he was a veteran of four dynasties.
"Huh~" Zhang Fu didn't care anymore, he just wanted to give his last effort to the Ming Dynasty, "quickly gather the remaining troops and order the scouts to go ahead to find out the Tatar movements."
After saying that, he sat down on the ground, as if he was about to run out of gas.
"Yes." Shi Heng respectfully accepted the order, turned around and gave the order.
Soon, Shi Heng came back again, keeping an eye on Zhang Fu to prevent Zhang Fu from committing suicide.
Not long after, night fell, and the Ming soldiers who had fought fiercely for so long were hungry, but Zhang Fu did not say anything about burying pots to make rice.
It's not that he is cruel, the Tatars will come at any time. Once the pots are buried to make rice, and the soldiers smell the fragrance of the rice, there is no reason not to eat and fight to the death, otherwise they will only be slaughtered.
A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour...
Zhang Fu lived like a year. He was afraid that the Tatars would come to kill him, but the period when the Tatars did not come was even more painful for him than when the Tatars came.
An hour later, the scout returned, his voice full of ecstasy:
"Report - the Tatars have withdrawn, the Tatars have withdrawn...!"
The news spread quickly in the military camp, and the soldiers were filled with joy and happiness on their faces.
