Cutting over the end of the Ming Dynasty: a dog-leg knife at the beginning

Chapter 983 The King's Pride
Yang Menglong jumped on the horse's back, waved to Huang Taiji again, then kicked the horse's belly and galloped away.Hong Niangzi and Zhaji rushed after Weng, while the group of guards brought by Hong Niangzi still stared at the white armored soldiers vigilantly, retreating slowly, until Yang Menglong and Hong Niangzi were far away, they gradually got on their horses, swung their whips and drove away. go.

Dozens of white-armored soldiers cast their eyes on Huang Taiji more than once, as long as he made a gesture, they would immediately pounce on him with knives and axes, and chop Yang Menglong into meat paste, even if they died with him!As long as they can get rid of this most terrifying enemy, what if they risk their lives?However, Huang Taiji was holding the teacup, his face was cloudy and uncertain, he said nothing, but he never ordered the white armor soldiers to do anything.This made the white armor soldiers very puzzled. Their king was not like this before. He was wise, sharp, and decisive. He never let go of any opportunity to put his opponent to death, even if he was facing his own brother. No exception, but now, at the critical moment of the Qing Dynasty's life and death, why did he become indecisive instead?Seeing that Yang Menglong was going further and further away, the captain of the personal army finally couldn't hold back any longer. He stepped forward and knelt down on the ground, and called, "Your Majesty, why don't you let us do it and kill the champion? As long as you kill him, the Ming army will be in chaos." , Daqing can turn the crisis into safety!"

Huang Taiji's expression was indescribably bitter: "What's the use of killing him? The morale of the people of Ming Dynasty has completely exploded. Killing him will only completely anger the Ming army. Hundreds of thousands of red-eyed Ming troops mobilized from all directions. Crazy offensive, can we stand it?"

The captain of the personal army was at a loss: "It's useless to kill Yang Menglong? Then what's the point of fighting this battle?"

Huang Taiji said in a shy voice: "I did not fight this battle to kill Yang Menglong, but to subdue him and scare him, to let him know that our Qing army is not as weak as he imagined. Fight hard, he might die... as long as he is subdued, and if he is scared, he will naturally sit down and talk to me." Thinking of Yang Menglong's sharp and strong eyes, he shook his head helplessly, "Wrong, from a It was wrong at the beginning, such a person will only die in battle, and will never be afraid, he is really similar to me..." A bit of frustration appeared on the haggard face.As he said, he went out in person and assembled almost all of his troops to fight Yang Menglong. His real purpose was not to kill Yang Menglong, but to subdue and scare Yang Menglong, forcing Yang Menglong to sit down and negotiate with him, and rowed the Yellow River. Whether it was a cure or a passage to allow the Qing army to withdraw to Liaodong, as long as Yang Menglong was willing to sit down and talk, the Qing army could escape.Of course, there is another purpose that is not very practical, but worth trying, which is to communicate with Yang Menglong and lure him to become his right-hand man with a grand blueprint of conquering the world.

Sound incredible?

Huang Taiji also knew that this was unbelievable, but for the one in ten thousand possibility, he was willing to make ten thousand efforts.He can share the world with Yang Menglong, he can hand over all the civil servant groups that Yang Menglong hates most to Yang Menglong, and he can let Yang Menglong spread his "Tao" to his heart's content within the territory he has conquered. Moreover, he has been restraining the Qing army since entering the customs. He treated the Han people well and stopped many massacres. He believed that with these, there was a glimmer of hope to win Yang Menglong over.

However, Yang Menglong was ten times tougher than he had imagined. He directly rejected his invitation and issued an ultimatum: Either retreat to the Siberian plains to establish a country and pay tribute to Ming Dynasty, or fight to the death without any buffer!

I underestimated this baby-faced boy who seemed cynical, easy-going, and even a little afraid of women, but in fact he had a heart of stone and would never give up once he set his sights on a goal...

Huang Taiji sighed in his heart, but he could also understand Yang Menglong, if it were him, it would be impossible to put forward better conditions under such a situation.

The captain of the personal army was a little confused: "Your Majesty, what should we do?"

"How to do?"

Huang Taiji looked towards the sky and let out a low sigh: "Get ready to fight to the end."

Yang Menglong gave him two choices, but in fact he only had one choice. If he couldn't shake hands and make peace, he could only fight to the end.He was Huang Taiji, the emperor of the Qing Dynasty, and the conqueror who once conquered Beizhili!If Changshengtian was destined to defeat him, he would only fall on the battlefield!He would never do such a thing by escaping across the Heilongjiang River with his tail between his legs and fleeing to the Siberian Plain, which was much more desolate than the settlements of the Sauron Tribe!

The red lady caught up with Yang Menglong, looked back at Huang Taiji, who was still sitting in the pavilion, and said thoughtfully: "This Tatar emperor has a bit of a kingly demeanor. If it had been anyone else, he would have thrown a cup as a sign. Ambushes are everywhere, with swords and axes coming down to chop you into pieces."

Yang Menglong said: "You think he doesn't want to do this? It's just that he knows very well that even if he kills me, it's useless. It will only anger the hundreds of thousands of troops who obey my orders and tear him to pieces."

The red lady asked curiously: "I heard that he killed Governor Yuan with counter-intrigue, is it true or not?"

Yang Menglong curled his mouth: "Nonsense, that's just Jiannu putting gold on his face. Yuan Chonghuan committed suicide and messed up everything. Ping Liaoping came to Beijing, no matter how magnanimous the king is, he can't forgive him." He, not to mention the one above him who has never been a master who has never been suspicious or suspicious... If you die, you will really die!"

The red lady pondered for a long time, shook her head, and sighed with a smile: "It's too complicated, I can't figure it out. By the way, if there are no accidents, after this battle is over, the Liao affairs will be settled. What are your plans next?"

Yang Menglong said in a low voice, "Go home and take the kids."

The red lady hates that iron cannot be made into steel: "You...can you have some potential!?"

Yang Menglong said: "That's what I'm good for. Also, don't think that raising children is not good for you. I have two children now. Zi Yan and Cheng Qi are due to have children in a few months. At least four little ghosts. It sounds like a rebellion, and leading them well is harder than leading an army of hundreds of thousands to fight!"

The red lady wanted to cry without tears: "How did I know you...you are..." I don't know how to describe Yang Menglong. After all, it is not easy to find a suitable adjective to describe such a living treasure.Others control the military power in the world and have defeated the most powerful enemy. Even if they are not ambitious and want to go further, they should start worrying about their achievements and prepare for their own way out. child!She is really unkind to meet people, to meet such an unreliable guy!

Seeing Yang Menglong's safe return, Xue Siming, Zhong Ning, Cao Jun and other generals all breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the urge to burn incense and thank God for his blessing.Xue Siming went up to meet him and asked, "Master Hou, did the emperor of the Tartars play tricks on you?"

Yang Menglong said: "Playing tricks? He thought, but I have a sharp eye, and he can't fool my eyes with all the tricks he plays!"

Seeing his stinky fart, Xue Siming knew that at most he could only half believe what he said, so he said with a dry smile, "It seems that the Tartar emperor still obeys the rules, yes, we can consider giving him a better way to die." Using a telescope Pointing to Changting, "He's still there, why don't you shoot his mother with a cannon and send him to heaven?"

Yang Menglong grabbed the binoculars and took a look. Indeed, that man was still drinking tea in the pavilion, and he didn't pay attention to the dozen howitzers aimed at the pavilion.He seemed to know that Yang Menglong was looking at this side, and he actually raised his glass to this side and made a "cheers" gesture, calm and unhurried, his nerves are really not ordinary.Yang Menglong said in a low voice: "Is this the demeanor of a king?"

Xue Siming looked at the fat man very disliked: "Whatever his demeanor is, just hit him with a shell, and I guarantee that he will lose all his demeanor at all!"

Yang Menglong waved his hand and said, "Don't fire, let him sit there if he likes to sit. All ministries should step up their preparations, maybe the fight will start after nightfall..."

Zhong Ning was taken aback: "The fight starts after nightfall?"

Yang Menglong asked seriously: "If you were asked to command a unit with low morale and far inferior equipment to fight against a unit whose equipment and soldiers were far superior to your own, what would you do?"

Zhong Ning said without thinking: "Of course we use the darkness as a cover to launch a night attack. Even if we don't succeed, we will make them unable to rest. We will exhaust them, anger them, and weaken them little by little until they reveal their flaws and then attack with all their strength. Give them a fatal blow!"

Yang Menglong said: "Obviously, you are not the only one who can do this, he can too, so...be prepared, this night may be a bit difficult."

The generals responded with awe, did not dare to neglect, and stepped up their preparations.

The sound of rumbling cannons could be faintly heard in the distance, Yang Menglong looked over, and all he saw was a blood-red sunset and a blood-red sunset.He smiled and said: "It seems that other legions are already very close here, maybe we don't have to wait until tomorrow afternoon before we can join forces with them."

Xue Siming snorted: "That's useless, as I said, they can only pick up my leftovers!"

This guy is really proud!

Yang Menglong's judgment is completely correct, the legions are indeed not far from here.

Surprisingly, it was not the regular legions that ran the fastest, but the barbarian army led by Wang Rui.Everyone in this group of guys has a pair of iron feet, wearing armor weighing twenty to thirty kilograms, carrying a lot of weapons and dry food for several days, and traveling hundreds of miles a day is like playing, not to say that they are all Saiyans The upper body is also forced out by the environment.They were all born in poor mountains and rivers. In order to survive, they climbed mountains and waded every day. It was common for them to carry hundreds of catties of firewood and walk dozens of miles of mountain roads to sell them, or to pick stones from dozens of miles away to build watchtowers. , The harsh environment honed them into an inhuman body early on, and they received regular training in the war to conquer Annan, which made them even more powerful.So now this large army is traveling hundreds of miles a day, regardless of whether it is taking care of Beijing all the way, and it is advancing while fighting. When encountering the Qing army, if it can be solved by one attack, it will be solved by one attack, and if it cannot be solved by one attack, it will go around. Anyway, here is the Great Plains, and there is no fortress where one man guards the gate and ten thousand men cannot open it. Where can I go?The other legions were exhausted and they were still happy, saying: "This road is much easier to walk than the road in our hometown. It's really comfortable to walk!"

When many Ming soldiers with worn-out soles heard such a wonderful "comment", a million grass-mud horses roared past in their hearts.Comfortable, sister, we are all so tired that we are about to split our legs, okay?
The current battlefield situation is: Yan Yingyuan's army and Qian Yu's army launched a powerful offensive on the front line of Tongzhou. Tens of thousands of Qing troops dug deep trenches on this line and built a solid defense line to resist tenaciously. The two sides fought sparks everywhere; Han Peng's army He and Wang Rui's army came straight to the Fengtai battlefield, probably because he found that his marching ability was no match for these mountain barbarians. Han Peng once again played the role of an old scalper, slowing down to block the Qing army who was chasing after them and trying to entangle them. Let Wang Rui's army go at full speed, the sooner they arrive at the battlefield, the better!

The entire surrounding area of ​​the capital became a boiling crater, with the sound of rumbling guns everywhere, and the rain of arrows and bullets flying everywhere.On the one hand is the peak of the cold weapon army in Asia and even the best iron army in the world;The Qing army showed a fighting spirit that was ten times more fanatical and tenacious than any previous battle. Almost every unit repeatedly attacked the new army's front regardless of the cost of casualties. Their tenacity and sacrifice spirit made the opponent In awe!
However, to no avail.

At dusk, under the bloody sun, the generals of the Qing army stared blankly at the corpses all over the battlefield and the black waves slowly coming in like waves with bayonets, and closed their eyes in pain.

Their time is over.

(End of this chapter)