Signed to Zhu Cihong, Prince of the Late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 382 Chapter 382, ​​the Ming army joined forces in victory, Li Guozhen sacrificed his life to stop the enemy
Azig soon met Zhu Cihong.

The British prince of the Qing Dynasty didn't hesitate at all, and knelt down on the spot with a plop.

"His Royal Highness, I, Azig, is willing to surrender and spare my life!"

Zhu Cihong looked at Azig in front of him, somewhat dumbfounded.

"Are you Dorgon's real brother?"

Dorgon can be regarded as a lifelong hero, how could there be such a useless brother?
Azige nodded quickly, with a flattering smile on his face: "To tell you the truth, I have always disliked that guy Dorgon. Obviously I am the elder brother, but he has all the power and never let me go." In the eyes."

"As long as His Royal Highness is willing to give me a chance, I will definitely offer Dorgon's head to His Royal Highness!"

Azig tried his best to prove his loyalty, because he knew that only in this way could he have a chance of survival.

Zhu Cilang looked at Azig for a while, then said, "Fang Gongqian."

Fang Gongqian appeared at the right time: "What are your orders?"

Zhu Cihong said: "You take him down, have a good chat with him, and make sure you can get enough information from him, understand?"

Fang Gongqian grinned: "Please rest assured, Your Highness, this servant will definitely complete the task!"

As the current actual controller of Dongchang, Fang Gongqian is very experienced in interrogating others.

Soon, another dejected captive was brought over by Abu Nai and thrown in front of Zhu Cihong.

Abu Nai seemed to be in a very good mood, and said to Zhu Cihong happily, "Your Highness, this is Badali, the leader of the Horqin Department!"

It turned out that after Li Dingguo led the army to rush out of the interception, Badali immediately left Azig when he saw that the situation was not good, and ran away with a few confidants.

After running for a certain distance, Badali threw away all the expensive-looking decorations on his body in order to save his life. Even the horse was replaced with an inconspicuous one, and he even wiped his face with black mud to reduce the recognition as much as possible.

But Badali's luck was so bad that he happened to bump into Abu Nai who was searching for prisoners nearby.

Abu Nai and Badalina have been friends for many years, and they recognized Badalley immediately after meeting each other.

After listening to A Bu Nai's report, Zhu Cihong couldn't help laughing: "There is such a thing, it seems that your luck is really good."

Abu Nai said with a chuckle: "Now, please ask Your Highness for instructions on how to deal with him."

Zhu Cilang thought for a while, and said: "I heard that the Horqin Division caused a lot of casualties when they attacked your Chahar Division's base camp, and your family was also involved?"

Abu Nai showed a resentful expression on his face, and said, "Exactly."

Zhu Cihong waved his hand and said with a smile: "Then, I'll leave this person to you to deal with. Whether you want to live or die or make a wine glass according to the rules of your prairie people, it's up to you."

Abu Nai was overjoyed and left with Badali in hand.

Badali's screams lingered in the air, sounding like he was begging for mercy, but Zhu Cixiang couldn't understand Mongolian, and there was no need.

He raised his head and watched a Ming army approaching.

The British Duke of Ming Dynasty jumped off the chariot and saluted Zhu Cihong respectfully: "My humble minister Zhang Shize, I have met His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

Zhu Cihong laughed, dismounted as well, and held the British Duke's hand affectionately: "British Duke, today, you and I have finally realized the bullshit we boasted about in Beijing all those years ago!"

The British duke was in a state of excitement and said, "Yes, Your Highness, I really didn't expect that this day would actually come to pass!"

When the city of Beijing was besieged, Zhu Cihong had promised many Ming soldiers in front of the British prince that one day he would lead them to destroy the Manchus.

At that time, the British Duke only thought that Zhu Cihong said this to boost morale, but what he didn't expect was that Zhu Cihong did it.

It has only been three or four years since the city of Beijing was besieged!

The British Duke looked at Zhu Cihong with admiration in his eyes.

As one of the witnesses and decision-makers of all the wars in the past few years, the British public knows very well that in many cases it is really not how good the Ming emperors are at planning, or how elite the Ming soldiers are. His Highness the Crown Prince's performance was really against the sky, forcibly turning the situation that was extremely unfavorable to Daming over!
Sometimes the Duke of England even felt that without His Highness the Crown Prince, maybe Daming would have perished by now!
The British Duke said sincerely: "Your Highness, you are Daming's hope, and it is my honor to be able to fight for Daming under your command!"

Zhu Cihong was a little dazed by the sudden sentence of the British prince, and then he laughed.

"My Lord, it's not the time to celebrate victory now. It's not too late to discuss it slowly after Shenyang is recovered."

The British Duke nodded, and suddenly slapped his thigh.

"By the way, I almost forgot, and I have to hurry to support Uncle Xiangcheng."

Li Guozhen swung the long sword in his hand vigorously, and chopped off the head of the enemy in front of him.

Warm blood sprayed out, and a lot of it fell on Li Guozhen's body, and the strong smell of blood filled his nose.

This handsome Xiangcheng uncle of the Ming Dynasty, who was originally known for his handsomeness, now has a ferocious face, his helmet has fallen off at some point, even half of his hair has been cut off, and his hair is disheveled like a ghost.

Beside Li Guozhen, the captain of the personal guard was shouting.

"General, there are too many slaves, or we should withdraw first and then reorganize the defense line!"

No matter how brave Li Guozhen was in fighting, or how weakened the fighting power of the Qing army on the opposite side was, it still couldn't change the fact that the Qing army was far stronger than Li Guozhen's troops in this blocking battle.

After experiencing the initial chaos, the Qing army, with Dorgon in charge, immediately launched a frenzied counterattack, which put great pressure on Li Guozhen's troops.

The two sides have been fighting fiercely for more than an hour, and Li Guozhen's troops have been pushed out of Shenyang City step by step, and they are still retreating non-stop.

Even if Li Guozhen personally leads all the guards to join the battlefield, it can only delay this trend a little bit.

Everyone knows that if the fight continues like this, it will only be a matter of time before Li Guozhen's troops are broken through and defeated by the Qing army.

Li Guozhen snorted heavily, feeling that his throat was so thirsty that even his voice seemed hoarse.

"You must not retreat at this moment. His Royal Highness and the British Duke are still besieging and annihilating the enemy army. If we retreat, then they will be in danger!"

The captain of the personal guard persuaded Li Guozhen so much that he even cried when he spoke.

"General, if this continues, you will die here!"

Li Guozhen laughed loudly.

"If my death can be exchanged for Daming's victory over Jiannu today, then it doesn't matter if I die!"

Li Guozhen stood tall and held the sword tightly with the cracked right hand, letting the blood flow from his palm and dripping to the ground.

In front of Li Guozhen, a seemingly endless Qing army was sweeping like a tide.

"All of them are there, follow the general to meet the enemy!"

(End of this chapter)