Signed to Zhu Cihong, Prince of the Late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 88 Chapter 88, the dragon flag fell to Dashun and the army was defeated, and the artillery bombarded the Ming army to work hard

The main formation of the Ming army.

British Gonggang gritted his teeth and roared: "Send the order, let the soldiers on the front line stand up to me!"

At this moment, the British Duke is facing great pressure. The Dashun Army's offensive is coming like a tide. They originally planned to attack the enemy army head-on, but instead they were overwhelmed by the enemy army.

There is no way, Li Zicheng has been fighting against the Ming army for 15 years. Looking around the world, no one knows how to accurately attack the weaknesses of the Ming army better than Li Zicheng!

There was a sound of hoofbeats, and Zheng Jiaolin galloped towards him: "My lord, we really can't stand it anymore, my subordinates are all lost now!"

Zheng Jiaolin's face was expressionless, nothing but fear was on his face.

Originally, Zheng Jiaolin was confident that Li Zicheng's army was just a group of peasant troops. How could they be the opponents of the Ming army with Guan Ningjun as the backbone?
But the facts slapped Zheng Jiaolin in the face. The army led by Li Zicheng is no longer the bandit who was driven to the sky by the Ming army, but a team that killed Sun Chuanting. , defeated Zuo Liangyu, and swept the elite army north of the Yellow River!

The British Duke glared at Zheng Jiaolin, and shouted: "It's this time, if you can't stand it, you have to stand up to the old man! Otherwise, you will be dealt with by military law!"

The Englishman understands the significance of this battle too well. If he loses, then the city of Beijing will be over, and so will Ming Dynasty!
Zheng Jiaolin was furious, and also not to be outdone, shouted: "I have no subordinates anymore, what do you want me to hold back! Besides, even if we can hold back, how can we win?"

After all, Zheng Jiaolin was from the Guan Ning Army, and it was a time of life and death, so he directly ignored the majesty of the British Duke and chose to talk back in public.

The British Duke took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has already led the troops and set off. We have to stay here and wait for news from His Highness the Crown Prince. As long as His Royal Highness the Crown Prince can succeed, then we still have hope!"

Zheng Jiaolin was also stunned after hearing the British Duke's words.

But immediately, Zheng Jiaolin sneered again: "His Royal Highness? He only has more than 2000 cavalry in his hands, so what's the use?"

For Zheng Jiaolin, he felt that the tens of thousands of Guanning Army elites under his command were not good enough, and the more than 2000 people under Zhu Cihong's command were naturally no good!
At this moment, another general of the Ming army arrived on horseback, also out of breath, but his face was full of joy: "My lord, the rebel army is in chaos for some reason, our central army It's settled down."

This sentence surprised Ying Gong and Zheng Jiaolin at the same time.

The British prince subconsciously asked, "Really?"

Suddenly another scout arrived and reported the next news: "My lord, just got the news that Li Zicheng's dragon flag broke on the spot for some reason, and now there is no trace of Li Zicheng!"

Hearing the words, the British public was immediately overjoyed: "There is still such a thing? It's really great. It must be the ancestors of Ming Dynasty who are protecting us!"

More than 200 years ago, there was a Battle of Baigouhe during the Battle of Jingnan. At that time, Zhu Di, the founder of the Ming Dynasty, was about to be defeated, but a strong wind blew over the flag of the Southern Army general Li Jinglong, causing Zhu Di to eventually turn defeat into victory.

At that time, Zhang Fu, the first generation of the British Duke, was the general beside Zhu Di. For the current British Duke Zhang Shize, he is undoubtedly the manifestation of his ancestors!
The British Duke took a deep breath, only feeling his heart pounding, and he decisively issued an order: "The whole army goes out, seize this opportunity, and defeat the enemy!"

Thunderous drums began to sound from the positions of the Ming army.

Countless Ming soldiers cheered up and rushed into the battlefield again, shouting non-stop.

"The dragon flag has fallen!"

"Li Zicheng is dead!"

"Surrender without killing!"

This kind of shouting immediately caused great trouble to the officers and soldiers of the Dashun Army on the front line.

Many generals looked backward subconsciously, wanting to find the location of the dragon flag, and then they discovered with great horror that the dragon flag was really gone!

Li Zicheng stood up in a state of embarrassment under the support of everyone, coughed several times, and then cursed loudly.

"Which bastard dares to attack me like this? I'm going to destroy his ten clans and take his head off to use as a chamber pot! Send the order, and immediately send troops back to take back the artillery position."

At this moment, the guards next to Li Zicheng suddenly let out another cry of panic.

"The shells are coming again!" "Take Your Majesty to hide!" "Escort!!!"

"Boom boom boom!" The shells landed, and there was another burst of chaos.

On the south bank of the Marco Polo River, Zhu Cixiang was overjoyed as he watched the dragon flag fall.

"Okay, that's it, let me continue to bombard the place where the dragon flag is!"

All the knights of the Guan Ning Army were also elated, the swords in their hands were trembling, and they shouted sternly at the artillerymen to speed up.

Zhu Cixiang's idea is very simple. Of course, the location of the Dragon Flag is where Li Zicheng is, which is where the command center of the entire Dashun Army is. As long as this command center is defeated through continuous bombardment, the Dashun Army will be leaderless and will not be able to do anything. This war may be won!
Things happened just as Zhu Cilang expected. After the successive bombardments, Li Zicheng had to take the few hundred guards around him and fled the artillery-covered area in an extremely embarrassing manner. Already in the process of fleeing, it was trampled by countless people, it became pulpy, and it could no longer stand up.

Li Zicheng was furious in his heart, but he also realized that something was wrong, and ordered repeatedly: "Quick, let the troops in front stabilize their positions! Launch a fierce attack from the left and right wings!"

At this time, Li Zicheng had only one hope in his mind, and that was to defeat the Ming army through fierce attacks on the left and right wings, at least at least into a chaotic battle, so that there was still hope for victory in the chaos.

However, in the Ming army on the opposite side, the British Duke's notice was one step earlier than Li Zicheng's order. After the commanders on both sides of the Ming army learned that Li Zicheng's dragon flag had been knocked down, they all knew that victory was in sight, so they naturally rose up All the forces resisted, biting the left and right wings of Dashun Army.

At this time, the Ming army in the middle route had already dispatched its division, and under the leadership of Ying Gong, it rushed into the chaotic middle army of the Dashun Army.

"Surrender without killing!"

"Li Zicheng is dead!"

"The dragon flag has fallen!"

These three sentences came back and forth, but these three sentences also had a fatal impact on the Chinese soldiers of the Dashun Army.

Yes, Li Zicheng did not die, but in the chaotic battlefield, most of the soldiers of the Dashun Army couldn't see Li Zicheng in the crowd. What they could see and recognize clearly was that side. Flying the dragon flag and royal driver!
In the front is the Ming army that is constantly rushing to kill, in the middle is the Longqi Yujia who has been beaten to ashes and disappeared, and there is a steady stream of artillery thrown at the rear. buttocks.

Thus, amidst Li Zicheng's furious roar, the central army of the Dashun Army collapsed at a rapid speed.

"Run away!" "If you're too late, you'll be killed by the court!" "We've lost, let's run for our lives!"

The soldiers of the Dashun Army scrambled to be the first, and began to flee frantically.

On the other side of the Lugou River, the artillerymen were still firing artillery continuously, but new situations also appeared.

A rushing army of thousands of people suddenly came back, with a very obvious target, pointing directly at the artillery position.

"Enemy attack!" "Your Highness, be careful!" This scene immediately made all the knights of the Guanning Army present nervous.

Although there have always been faint rumors among the Guanning Army that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince took over the military power of Marshal Wu Sangui, but after today's battle, the cavalrymen of the Guanning Army present have long been convinced by Zhu Cihong.

They could see clearly that without this His Royal Highness, there would be no sudden reversal of the situation on the battlefield!

Zhu Cilang looked at the coming Dashun army, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said calmly, "What are you afraid of? They can't cross the river, let the artillery bombard him! And you cavalry are all on my horses, Whoever comes here, kill him directly!"

Zhu Cihong's words immediately awakened the Guan Ning iron cavalry like a dream, yes, we still have artillery!

While speaking, Zhu Cihong had already taken out his sniper rifle, and the front sight began to lock on the generals of the Dashun Army who were rushing back.

"Bang!" The sniper rifle made a loud noise, and an officer of the Dashun Army who rushed to the front was directly shot in the head.

"Boom, boom, boom!" A large number of shells fell like raindrops on the back of the Dashun Army's position, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

"Kill!" Guan Ning's iron cavalry rode their horses in formation, charging back and forth on the river bank. Any Dashun army soldier who had just landed on the south bank would be beheaded in just a few seconds or even a few seconds.

There was another cry of killing, and a Ming army came from the north bank. This Dashun army, which originally wanted to attack the artillery position, was attacked by the enemy, and fled in all directions with a cry, and could no longer pose any threat.

Seeing this, Zhu Cihong couldn't help laughing loudly: "Li Zicheng, is that all?"

Beside Zhu Cihong, many Guan Ning cavalry raised their spears and swords one after another, shouting heartily.

"Won!"

"The Ming Dynasty wins!"

At this time, on the north bank, countless flags of the Ming army surged, and many Ming troops descended like fierce tigers, chasing and killing the Dashun army everywhere.

Many Dashun soldiers were chased to the sky and had nowhere to go, so they jumped into the Lugou River one after another, struggling to cross back to the south bank to escape for their lives.

These people then become living targets.

The dense rain of arrows covered the surface of the Lugou River. Countless soldiers of the Dashun Army were shot to death on the spot, and their corpses floated down the river, staining the entire river red with blood.

This scene made the other soldiers of the Dashun Army feel terrified. They didn't dare to run away anymore, but directly chose to kneel down with a plop.

"We surrender, surrender!"

"Don't kill us!"

"We are willing to surrender to the imperial court!"

The setting sun was like blood, illuminating the battlefield where the gunpowder was still smoky, and countless soldiers of the Ming army beamed with joy.

Zhu Cihong led the Guan Ning Army cavalry under his command and rode back to the camp. After seeing the British Duke, he laughed again.

"Mr. British, have I told you before? We can win!"

The Duke of England, who had already learned the ins and outs of the whole incident, was extremely excited, and said: "I thought it was the ancestors of Daming, but it turns out that His Royal Highness is protecting our Daming!"

(End of this chapter)