Chapter 82

The Zhu family lost, but the Han people of the world will win...

In any case, that is a matter separated by hundreds of years of time and space.

Zhu Yuanzhang could neither see nor hear, having only glimpsed a fraction from the memorials.

This battle was far more brutal and heroic than Zhu Yuanzhang had imagined.

Just three days after Huang Taiji dug open the Xiaoling River ferry crossing.

The mud on the Liaoxi Corridor had not yet dried.

A heavy snow of goose-feather flakes fell over the entire Liaoxi region.

People living in the north often know this.

Indeed, one autumn rain brings one chill, but the weather truly begins to freeze the earth and ice the sky only after the first snow melts.

When the first snow falls.

The residual heat on the surface causes the first snow to melt at the fastest speed.

And just as the ice and snow melt, it carries away the last trace of warmth remaining on the surface.

Finally, as the temperature drops, the remaining mud on the roads is completely frozen into ice.

The snow in Liaoxi was no different.

When Huang Taiji arrived at the Xingshan front, the temperature had already plummeted.

Looking at the Great Ming army trapped on the road and struggling desperately.

Even Huang Taiji, who had mentally prepared himself, could not help but throw his head back and laugh loudly.

Clearly, this Great Ming "Princes Crossing the Pass" was far more feeble and wretched than Huang Taiji had imagined!

This plainly shows that Emperor Zhu intends to use his own family's lives to make Great Qing immortal in history!

"Heaven protects Great Qing, Heaven protects Great Qing!"

Fan Wencheng, standing beside Huang Taiji, could not hide the smile on his face; looking down at the Great Ming army below, he could not help but sneer.

"Your Majesty, I am now completely bewildered."

"I truly do not know what is going on in Emperor Zhu's mind."

"I would very much like to say a few words on behalf of the Great Ming army, but since they have fought the battle this way, I truly do not know how to open my mouth."

Hearing Fan Wencheng say this.

Huang Taiji could only laugh a few times.

Then, Huang Taiji's smile vanished in an instant, replaced by an ever-increasing murderous intent.

Staring fiercely at the Great Ming army at the foot of the mountain, he spoke sternly.

"Tell Dorgon, Dodo, Jirgalang, and Ajige."

"The time to establish merit and achieve glory has arrived; how future generations view them depends entirely on what they do today!"

"Yes!"

As several signal cannons roared in the woods.

The sudden sound of galloping hooves shook the snow from the tree branches.

Vast flakes of snow rustled down.

The Great Ming soldiers crawling out of the camp looked in terror at the Qing soldiers riding warhorses in the distance, their hair styled in the Manchu queue, and almost shouted.

"Tatars, the Tatars are attacking the camp!"

"Prepare for battle, prepare for battle!"

"..."

Even though they said this with their mouths.

The vast majority of soldiers still did not know what to do.

More people still hid behind the war chariots.

Soon, the entire Great Ming army camp fell into chaos.

Only several vassal kings rushed out of the camp themselves, shouting hoarsely at the soldiers inside the tents.

"Quickly put on armor and grab your swords! Do not run around recklessly; beware of the arrows!"

"That one from the Old Thirteenth's family, do not run around recklessly on the battlefield!"

"..."

Accompanied by a deafening "Boom."

Several soldiers of the Plain White Banner kicked open the main gate of the Great Ming camp and surged into the camp in a mighty tide.

Then came several screams.

Immediately, a thick scent of blood spread throughout the entire camp.

Inside the central command tent...

Lan Yu sat upright in the command tent.

Standing beside him was a boy of fourteen or fifteen years.

"Grand General, the Tatars have already broken in."

Lan Yu did not even open his eyes; he only sat in the command tent, gritting his teeth and speaking in a low voice.

"Your Highness, do not panic. Our army numbers two hundred thousand, and the Tatars are still several li away from the central command."

Zhu Cilang stood up abruptly, looking at Lan Yu and asking sternly.

"What I mean is, does the Grand General intend to just hide here in the central command and watch?!"

"Those are all the noble blood of our Great Ming!"

Lan Yu's body trembled slightly, then he gritted his teeth and spoke in a low voice.

"I am saving them right now."

Zhu Cilang looked at Lan Yu in shock and asked.

"Grand General, if this can be called saving, then who in the world counts as a murderer?!"

Lan Yu suddenly opened his eyes, stared fixedly at Zhu Cilang, and gritted his teeth, saying.

"Liaoxi is already freezing cold; if I wanted them dead, I could order the camp to break and retreat right now."

"With their meager foundation, they would not go five li before collapsing into a rout."

"Your Highness must know: once they break outside the Pass, death is certain!"

Hearing this, Zhu Cilang froze, then looked at Lan Yu in a daze and asked.

"Then, then we cannot just stand here and watch, can we?"

Lan Yu gazed at the forward camp in the distance and said wistfully.

"The only ones who can save them now are themselves."

Is there any army in the world that can be trained in a single night?

Naturally, there is.

A single brutal bloody battle can turn surviving veterans into the backbone of an army overnight.

Especially given the current situation of the Ming army.

Setting aside the identity of being imperial clan members.

Everyone who dies on the battlefield are flesh and blood kin.

Never underestimate the bond of flesh and blood.

From the Qi Family Army to the Liaodong Iron Cavalry and the Tianxiang Army, all without exception recruited mainly from hometowns, friends, brothers, and family.

In such an army, once one person dies in battle.

The entire army will instantly brew a towering wave of hatred.

Their fighting will is far stronger than anyone else's.

Once caught by such an army, you will never escape without shedding layers of skin.

Because the moment you shoot and kill one of them.

the two armies shift from national vengeance to family hatred.

This is the only method Lan Yu thought of after pondering the entire journey to bring back a few more imperial clan members!

77, Break out! Break out!

Right now, the entire forward camp has become a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Dorgon's white heavy armor has already been dyed red by the Ming army's blood.