Chapter 13 Capturing the King

Viewed from above, the troops of the Dashun Army and the Qing Army outside Jindou Pass were completely fighting together, making it very chaotic.

The originally tight Qing army formation was almost disintegrated. After losing the Manchurian Supervisory Team, each one of them was like a lost dog, with no intention of resisting at all.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The marching drum beat sounded again, and in a moment it sounded throughout Pingchuan.

Dashun's army formed a three-wall cavalry formation and penetrated the Qing army's formation in one go. The remaining infantry immediately rose up and took advantage of the situation to launch the final charge.

Geng Zhongming waved his riding whip convulsively, wishing that his horse could fly directly to the yellow dragon banner in the distance, because the entire battlefield was the only place that was safe now.

The earth receded like a tide in his eyes, and Geng Zhongming no longer cared about how many people were still following him.

As long as he can escape, the defeated troops can gather again, but human life is worthless.

"Chichi——"

A burst of brilliant firelight illuminated Geng Zhongming's eyes, and a fire dragon emitted from a distance a Dashun cavalryman wearing a black waistband and arrow jacket, and arrived in an instant.

In the distance, a large blue banner was floating in the air, and the flag with the word "Da Shun" engraved on it was still ringing at the head of Tongguan City.

Li Zijing stretched out his hand and took it out. He felt the shape of it and thought it was a stick. When he took it out, it looked like a telescope.

"I forgot about Xiao Chuang Wang, you don't recognize him!"

As can be seen, Duduo indeed retreated in the face of difficulties and returned to the camp to hold on.

Li Zijing threw away the thunder cannon in his hand, pointed the sword with coagulated blood under his horse, and said in a deep voice.

With an order, several old Dashun soldiers came forward and tied up the injured Geng Zhongming's hands and feet in three strokes.

He raised his hand, narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Liu Fangliang stood up, pointed at the captives who were bound by Wuhua Da, and said loudly.

Iron hoofs trample the ground, and thousands of horses gallop forward.

"Haha, it's so fun! It's so fun to kill!"

But now, his mind has finally firmed up.

"My little brother is so talented, why did he become a thief?"

"In my armor, as long as you let me go, this thing will be yours."

"Tied!"

Li Zijing knelt down and gently hit his head with a telescope, half smiling.

Hiding here and there, you will eventually be discovered.

As for catching the slaves alive, that was simply impossible.

Faced with the ridicule of this group of people whom he regarded as bandits and being watched like monkeys, the disgraced Geng Zhongming wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.

Behind him, the Han cavalry with the Yellow Banner stopped one after another, reined in their horses, turned around, and to cover him, they headed towards the chasing Dashunjing cavalry behind him.

If Liu Zongmin had not led the cavalry to defeat the Qing army's front line, they would have been copied by the Qing army's cavalry from the flanks just like yesterday.

"You are not trustworthy!"

Having said that, if he had had this thing earlier, wouldn't he have had to go right under the nose of the Qing army to find an ambush?

Geng Zhongming was shocked and shouted loudly.

Li Zijing was stunned.

Li Zijing closed his left eye and looked through the mirror with his right eye.

"What good stuff?"

In the small circular frame, you can clearly see the scene of a large group of Qing troops rushing into the camp, digging trenches, erecting their horses, and preparing for battle.

"Seeing as your limbs are sound, why are you willing to be a lackey of the Jian slaves?"

"Isn't this King Huaishun?"

"Let me introduce to you brothers, this is the dignified King Huaishun of the Qing Dynasty, the leader of the Zhenghuang Banner of the Han Army!"

Geng Zhongming rolled crazily on the ground and finally extinguished the small fire in his beard and hair. However, his armor was stained yellow by sand, his face was scorched black, and he looked extremely depressed.

"Don't seek death."

Two hundred thunderbolt cannons went down. Although they failed to cause much damage, the Qing army's rear formation was filled with smoke. Fire dragons were everywhere, which interfered with Duduo's judgment.

Of course, this is also the reason why Liu Fangliang immediately led his old elite cavalry to cooperate.

After watching for a while, Li Zijing put down his telescope and looked around at the more than a thousand veteran knights following closely behind him.

He never expected that the person who shot him down and captured him alive was actually Li Zicheng's third brother, Li Zijing, known as the Little Chuang King.

Good stuff, really good stuff.

"This is.!"

Geng Zhongming treasured this thing very much and looked forward to it.

"How about it?"

Geng Zhongming's face was ashen, but he smiled again on second thought.

"I will be my dog, and you will be your thief. I don't care about you, and you don't care about me. But as long as you let me go, I can give you good things."

As the night passed, Li Zijing passed through the gate of hell several times, and the thought of regretting going to war often lingered in his mind.

On the way to the Qing army's camp, the Eight Banners of Manchuria still maintained a strict formation. The rear formation pulled a shield car and could change to a defensive formation at any time.

There was a sound of hoofbeats behind him, and Liu Fangliang rushed over on horseback. The original iron gun on his shoulder had long been thrown away, and he was carrying a stainless steel tiger gun that he had seized from somewhere.

But the number was still too small after all. Although these Han soldiers were brave enough to protect their masters, they were drowned in the wave of Dashun cavalry in an instant, without even raising a single wave.

In this battle, the Dashun Army fought in the same way as yesterday, and Duduo followed suit and defeated the Dashun Army's flanks on the east side.

All of them were injured and looked tired, but their eyes were firm.

He took all factors into consideration except this one.

"Why did the majestic King Huaishun of the Qing Dynasty become such a bird?"

Liu Fangliang's face was filled with shock. He jumped off his horse and squatted in front of Geng Zhongming to take a closer look.

After saying that, Liu Fangliang turned around, looked at Li Zijing who was also shocked, understood immediately, and laughed.

Then he looked up and down and sneered.

The Qing army is not terrible, and they are not invincible. It is not difficult to survive. It depends on what path they take next.

Before I had time to observe the surrounding situation, I only smelled the smell of burning beard coming from my nose.

Li Zijing took off his telescope and was amazed.

Duduo also underestimated Li Zicheng's determination to save people this time. The Nikan troops sent to the front line to support were insufficient and the shield truck arrived too late, so they were scattered by Dashun's three-wall tactics.

"Stop it."

Geng Zhongming was about to stand up, but the tip of the knife above his head was pressed against his throat. Li Zijing's face was filled with frost.

"How about it? Isn't the name domineering enough?"

Li Zijing was really surprised. He originally saw this Qing soldier with bright armor and it should be a big fish, but he didn't expect it to be such a big fish.

Before, Geng Zhongming was still thinking about what made Li Zicheng come out and personally lead all the main rescue forces.

Geng Zhongming thought there was a show and quickly turned sideways.

Li Zijing naturally knew that he was a bandit in time travel, but now he was resisting the Qing Dynasty, but not rebelling.

As the night passed, Li Zijing's performance was obvious to all. If it hadn't been for Li Zijing, they would have been lying on the ground.

The man in front of me actually has such a good thing in his hand. I'm afraid Duduo also has it in his hand. Standing outside the camp, you can see Guancheng in the distance.

"Does a person like you deserve to be trusted?"

"Looking ten miles away, it seems like you are right in front of you. This thing is a good thing. Even your bandit leaders don't have it, right?"

Geng Zhongming was directly hit by the rocket, but his mount was still running forward, causing him to fall to the ground in embarrassment.

Dashun's army has stopped pursuing and started picking up useful supplies.

The Qing army was in good order, and it was obvious that they were retreating in a planned manner rather than being defeated.

The horses crossed each other, and more than a dozen Zhenghuang Banner Han army cavalry screamed and fell off their horses, becoming the dead souls of the chasing Dashun cavalry.

Geng Zhongming glanced slightly and saw that the battlefield was already settled, and more and more Dashun cavalry were approaching around him, and his mood suddenly became gloomy.

The Dashun Army didn't even know what the terrain outside Tongguan was like. They only knew how to use the human sea tactic to pile up. How could they be undefeated in history?

A sound of horse hooves approached and gradually stopped in front of him. It was a shadow that was not thick.

Once they lose the protection of this army, they can only drift with the tide and end up with the same fate as these unheard corpses on the ground.

The rocket just launched failed to break through the armor he was wearing, but the sparks ignited his beard and hair.
To be continued...