Nanming Engineer

Chapter 446 Retreat
On the other side of the battlefield, under the vast ocean-like banner, the Qing army was in a large formation.

The princes and nobles under heavy guard also looked up into the distance with stern expressions. The fighting at Shiling Pass with loud shouts was something that caught everyone's attention at this moment.

These people are veterans who have experienced many battles, from the white mountains and black waters in Liaodong to the blue waters and waters in the south of the Yangtze River. They watched the battle without even moving their eyebrows.

But here, people's brows are deeply frowned, and their faces are full of gloom. "Surprise and surprise" are outlined between the brows with expressions turned into capital letters.

Or whispering to each other, or exchanging eyes, no matter the strong general of Jianzhou, the Mongolian prince, or even the general of the Han army at the end, they all discussed a strange fact in a low tone and complicated eyes: the Ming army in front of them , is indeed different from the past.

The failure of Nikan and Boluo tells everyone that the firearms of Wang Huan of the Ming army are sharp and earth-shattering, and they are invincible.Therefore, the regent took the risk of traveling in rainy days and rushed to fight the Ming army when it rained. His purpose was to eliminate the Ming army's firearms advantage to the greatest extent.

Unexpectedly, the Ming army actually had landmines that were not afraid of water, and their power was terrifying, far more powerful than the Ming army's firearms they encountered before.Two rounds of explosions dispersed the Han army and forced the Mongolian soldiers into chaos.

Man Dahai has returned to Dorgon's side. He has watched the battle in the distance for a long time. The fight between the Ming army and the Mongolian soldiers has become fierce. The light splashed, the shadows of knives danced wildly, neighing horses and shouting people turned a piece of ground within a hundred feet long and wide into a Shura field, and no matter how noble the general was, it was just an ordinary soldier inside. The scene was thrilling.

He licked his lips, the warlike blood in the Jianzhou warrior's bones was surging, and the heat was boiling in his brain, which stimulated Man Dahai to want to lead others to rush up and kill him to his heart's content.

At this moment, he heard the regent who was a horse away in front of him speak.

"If this person is not eliminated, the world will be in trouble!"

The tone was calm, but there was a ruthlessness.

Mandahai looked at Dorgon in confusion. The figure sat calmly on the horse without any wavering.

"Father, let our warriors lead the troops up?" Man Dahai hesitated for a moment, thinking that Dorgon should be talking to himself just now, although he didn't understand the meaning of the words, but there should be nothing wrong with asking for war.

"No, let the Eight Banners stand up for a while longer." Dorgon shook his head and said in a low voice: "They have taken so many benefits, they should contribute."

"Yes, but...they don't seem to be able to take it off." Man Dahai looked ahead, hesitating slightly.

Squeezing the handle of the knife at his waist, Man Dahai glanced at the Mongolian nobles behind him, and hummed in his nostrils: "The Mongols have followed us for the past two years, and their lives have become more and more comfortable. There are old heroes in women's bellies, and many people even I can’t even hold the knife steadily! This kind of trash, no wonder they couldn’t kill this Ming army for such a long time, if it were us..."

Before he finished speaking, Dorgon interrupted him.

"You are wrong, Man Dahai, Sanger is not just a waste of extravagance, his people are all heroes." Dorgon said slowly, with a vicissitudes of tone: "Did you forget to fight Tongguan? He killed 2000 people Li Zicheng has 2 people, and there are Yulin, Shenmu, and even Henan, Shandong, and horseshoes are everywhere. His tribe's military exploits are no worse than anyone else's."

Mandahai was at a loss for words. He knew all about these wars. Sanger was able to secure the position of the hereditary Zhasak Taiji not by his brave fathers, but by the sword in his hand. Man is definitely one of the few people who can fight the most.

"Then...why haven't we won the stalemate for so long?" Man Dahai frowned and stared.

"It's because the Ming army is strong!" Dorgon said: "We were all wrong. The failure of Nikan and Boluo gave us a false impression. Meng Qiaofang also said the same in the memorials to the court in the past. Firearms are unparalleled! I thought that kind of Yellow gunpowder is the foundation of Wang Huan's life, without firearms, he is just a pile of shit. But we were wrong, this Nanman relies most on his soldiers!"

"Soldier?" Man Dahai was stunned for a moment, then repeated: "Soldier in hand?"

Dorgon swung his whip forward, pointing at Shiling Pass where the fierce battle was taking place, and said bitterly: "Didn't you see? The number of the Ming army is between Zhongbo and ours. Even if it is more, it is not more than How much, but they can draw with us, and still have an advantage in some areas. Think about it, when did the Nanman have such a strong army? Even Li Zicheng's old barracks did not have this kind of strength, but it drove the emperor of the Nanman to death. the heroes of the

Man Dahai rubbed his chin, recalled it, and said a little unconvinced: "Father, the Mongols may not work hard! Sanger is not so considerate, maybe he still wants to preserve his strength and plan to go back. Swallow a few more pieces of turf! That guy has been doing it for years."

Dorgon didn't speak, but his eyelids twitched, and he narrowed his eyes looking at the battlefield.

Among the Mongolian soldiers who were fighting, a group of people withdrew.

Man Dahai also saw it, twitched his eyebrows, flew into a rage, and fled before the battle, which is a serious crime!He turned around and was about to order the military law team.

Before the person moved, they heard shouts coming from behind, and someone shouted angrily: "This king will personally go to the regent to judge the case, you just go away!"

Man Dahai frowned even deeper, and wrinkled into the word "Chuan", but saw a guard commander hurried over, knelt down on one knee with his hands crossed.

"Regent, Mongolia Horqin's right-wing Prince Tuxietu Badali, Zhuoli Ketu Prince Ukeshan, left-wing Darhan Prince Manzhu Xili, Duoluo County King Dongguoer came together, please see the prince!"

Man Dahai's face turned dark immediately, and the princes from the Horqin tribe came over at this time, and they all understood why.

In this personal conquest, in order to keep abreast of the situation in the DPRK and China, Dorgon brought the entire King's Political Council with him. As a pivotal force in the Mongolian Eight Banners, the Horqin Department had to follow. These four Mongolian princes are the Horqin Department The banner owners of the left and right wings and the front and rear four banners.

There are a total of more than 3 Mongolian soldiers accompanying the army, and the Horqin Department accounts for [-], which can be said to occupy half of the country, and every three horses, everyone can control strings and knives. They are elite and powerful, and even Dorgon has to be polite treat.

"Even if the four kings come here in person, this king can't be too big. Man Dahai, let's get off our horses and greet him." Dorgon slammed his pedals to the ground and walked back neatly.

Man Dahai hurriedly dismounted to follow, and within a few steps, he saw four Mongolian princes in full armor walking over.

When the four met Dorgon, they knelt down and bowed their heads in salute.

Dorgon helped him up with his own hands, and answered them one by one.

The four of them did not get up. They knelt in the mud and said, "Your Majesty, we are here to ask for your favor." The four of them got straight to the point and said directly: "Our Horqin tribe has never had a single issue with the Qing Dynasty. Over the years, there have been many wars." The warriors of the Horqin tribe never fell behind. They reached the sea in the south, conquered the Miao border in the west, and controlled the desert in the north. They followed the Emperor Taizong and the regent of Tian Khan. Even if they fought in the north and south, they could not return to the grassland after they died, but the Horqin tribe was willing to ! The eagle on the grassland should serve the most majestic master!"

Dorgon nodded repeatedly, smiling slightly.

"But today, the warriors of my Horqin tribe obeyed the orders of the regent, and started fighting bloody battles in the morning. Now, it has been three or four hours. The battle situation has been deadlocked. Even Taiji Sangger was killed in the army. He is Horqin The most proud warrior of all! Dead!"

"The 1 troops have been reduced to pieces. If we continue to fight, Horqin's troops will be crippled, and the Immortal God will take pity on them!"

"The weather is cloudy and rainy, and the ground is muddy. It is indeed not conducive to our Mongolian combat. Where can we see such a bad scene on the grassland?"

"That's why I came here to ask the regent to let the warriors of the Horqin tribe withdraw first to rest and recuperate before fighting again!"

The four of them spoke a sentence, and they spoke logically and confidently, but in Man Dahai's ears, every sentence was invariably greedy for life, afraid of death, and selfish, and he couldn't help rushing to his forehead: The people in your Horqin department are precious, don't The Ministry is not human?Damn, you used to be a slave to your property, so what's wrong with you now?
He took a step forward and said without thinking: "This is not right! The battle is in full swing, how can..."

Before he finished speaking, Dorgon stared back with a fierce look.

The four Mongolian princes kneeling on the ground also looked at Man Dahai fiercely.

"Sanger died in battle?" Dorgon turned his face away, but changed into a surprised expression, which was natural and realistic: "No wonder a group of soldiers retreated, presumably to protect his bones?"

"Exactly!" The four said: "His guards only snatched his head back, but his body was torn apart and he couldn't get it back."

"Sanger made countless contributions to the Qing Dynasty, but I never thought he would die here!" Dorgon gritted his teeth: "Don't worry, everyone, this king will avenge him!"

The four knelt on the ground and grabbed the ground with their heads: "So, thank you Regent!"

"The warrior was killed in battle because it was God's will not to allow me to take Wang Huan's head! If so, then obey God's will, retreat for now, and fight again in the future!"

The four of them were overjoyed, and hurriedly kowtowed again to thank them, and then hurried away.

The gong sounded, and the order to retreat was issued.

The Mongolian soldiers retreated like a tide, leaving corpses all over the ground.

All the generals went down to lead their troops back to the camp, leaving only Dorgon and Man Dahai still in place.

Man Dahai's face was livid, retreating at this moment is tantamount to wasting all previous efforts, who knows if it will continue to rain tomorrow?Will the cunning fox Wang Huan take the opportunity to plant hundreds of thunderstorms?or more?
What's more serious is that retreating is tantamount to admitting defeat, which is not a good sign for Dorgon's personal conquest.

Standing behind Dorgon, he was full of doubts, and his chest was full of resentment and anger. He blamed the Mongols for being selfish, hated the incompetence of the Han army, and even resented that Dorgon was too weak. How could he be subdued when he was threatened by the Mongols? of?
My mind was churning, but I heard someone say in my ear: "Can't figure it out?"

Shocked, Man Dahai raised his head, only to see Dorgon talking to him.

"Yes!" Mandahai spoke in an extreme way: "I'm a little confused!"

"If you can't figure it out, you have to figure it out!" Dorgon turned his face, his face had regained his composure: "Let me ask you, how many Dingkou do we have in Jianzhou?"

"There are 310 and 330 banners in total, and there are [-] people." Man Dahai replied subconsciously. He asked Dorgon about this in vain, and some did not expect it.

"Do you know how many people there are in Mongolia? How many people are there in the Han army?" Dorgon asked again.

"There are 110 Niulu in the Eight Banners of Meng, and 780 people in Dingkou." Man Dahai knew all these things well, and he opened his mouth without thinking: "The Eight Banners of the Han Army plus the subordinates of the Three Kings, there are nearly [-] people. .”

"That's right. When we entered the customs that year, our Jianzhou army and horses entered Beijing with a full force of only 15 people. They haven't increased much in the past few years. As for the Han troops who surrendered, they are all uncaring Nanmans, which can't be counted. Yes." Dorgon said slowly, as if teaching an impatient disciple: "Do you know how many people are there in the Southern Ming Kingdom?"

Man Dahai raised his head, understood a little bit, and answered with care: "Listen to Hong Chengchou, there are at least ten million!"

"That's right, think about it, with our Jianzhou Jurchen's 5 population, can we conquer the Ming Dynasty with a population of [-] million?" Dorgon smiled, gesticulating with both hands, and drew a big circle: "We must unite with all the people we can use, including the Mongols and the Han Chinese who are willing to join us. Only in this way can we use them to consolidate our position instead of blindly suppressing them. When it is time to compromise, we must compromise."

He smiled deeper, and the corners of his eyes covered with crow's feet seemed to have countless ditches: "Sanger is dead, and it's not our people who died. Let's take a step back and take care of the emotions of Horqin's department. We work our ass off, why not?"

(End of this chapter)