Chapter 83

Yet Dorgon's face was flushed with a sickly red.

All the Qing troops were immersed in an abnormal state of excitement.

Looking at the Ming army corpses scattered everywhere, Huang Taiji's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally managed to settle down.

It has already been fought to this extent.

It is impossible for any ambush or the like to exist.

Only Fan Wencheng, by Huang Taiji's side, had a face that was gradually becoming solemn.

Huang Taiji noticed the abnormality on Fan Wencheng's face and hurriedly asked,

"Mr. Fan, what is this...?"

Fan Wencheng stared fixedly at the "Blue" command flag several li away.

He gritted his teeth and whispered,

"Your Majesty, this subject feels something is amiss."

Huang Taiji looked at Fan Wencheng in confusion and asked,

"What is wrong?"

Fan Wencheng took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and whispered,

"Your Majesty, listen..."

Huang Taiji raised his hand; the guards, bond-servants, and Personal Guards protecting Huang Taiji immediately stopped in place.

The Ming army's wailing cries faintly reached Huang Taiji's ears.

"Father... Father."

"Big brother, Third brother has died in battle."

"Uncle, I want to go home..."

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Hearing these voices, Huang Taiji's face also gradually became solemn.

Fan Wencheng, however, stared fixedly at that command flag in the distance and gritted his teeth, saying,

"This subject understands!"

"Emperor Zhu wants us Great Qing to train soldiers for the Great Ming!"

Hearing Fan Wencheng's words,

Huang Taiji's face also gradually became solemn.

This campaign of "Princes Going Beyond the Pass" involved one hundred thousand combat troops and one hundred fifty thousand support troops, totaling two hundred fifty thousand men.

Even if only one-fifth survived, that would be fifty thousand soldiers.

That would be enough to train a hundred-battle army for the Great Ming, one bearing national and familial hatred against the Qing troops!

Thinking of this,

everything the Qing army currently faced suddenly made perfect sense!

Fan Wencheng stared fixedly at Huang Taiji and said,

"Please, Your Majesty, prepare immediately."

"This battle must completely annihilate this Ming army in Liaoxi."

"Otherwise, in three or five years, the situation in Liaoxi may become irretrievable..."

Having risen in arms for so many years,

how could Huang Taiji not understand this principle?

Never give your enemy a chance to catch their breath.

Especially a behemoth like the Great Ming.

Once they have a chance to catch their breath, what awaits you is a calamity that tramples the heavens!

Back then, Lu Xiangsheng trained a two-thousand-strong Tianxiong Army that fought from inside the Pass to outside the Pass.

Last time Huang Taiji broke through Xifengkou and entered the Pass, Lu Xiangsheng stubbornly used these two thousand Tianxiong Army soldiers to block more than ten thousand elite Eight Banners troops.

Even the Tianxiong Army was like this.

If this army is allowed to return, what then?!

Huang Taiji's face turned iron-green; he stared fixedly into the distance, pondered for a long time, and then gave a low order,

"Go and summon Jirgalang and Ajige back to me."

"Yes!"

Inside the Ming army camp,

the entire camp had already turned into a human hell.

Even the most prodigal and absurd person, witnessing flesh-and-blood relatives dying one by one before their very eyes, would undergo a change from within to without.

Jin Wang Zhu Shenxuan, who originally valued money above life, watched the male members of the Jin Wang Fu die one by one before his eyes.

This Prince of the Blood, who was originally high above all,

was now slumped in the tent, staring fixedly at the Qing troops charging and killing outside the tent.

The hand gripping the Pu Dao was already soaked with sweat.

Just as Zhu Shenxuan was still hesitating,

a sudden explosive shout came from behind the neighboring tent.

"I am the seventh-generation descendant of my Great Ancestor, the High Emperor!"

As he finished speaking, a princely king with white hair and beard, clad in a python robe and armor, suddenly charged out from the tent.

He rushed straight toward Dorgon, who was fighting in the very center of the Great Ming army camp.

Dorgon, caught off guard, was slashed on the arm by that princely king.

Dorgon's face was instantly filled with rage.

With a wave of his hand, he struck down the princely king from his horse.

At the very moment that princely king fell in battle.

A wail of grief instantly erupted within the Great Ming army camp.

The Personal Guard beside Zhu Zhu Shenxuan, tears in his eyes, looked at Zhu Zhu Shenxuan and said,

"Your Highness, Prince Shen has fallen in battle."

Zhu Zhu Shenxuan felt as if a massive boulder had been stuffed into his chest.

The entire Great Ming army camp was shrouded in an inexplicable despair.

Meanwhile, as Dorgon was bandaging his wound in the distance, he suddenly heard a Personal Guard beside him shout with great joy,

"Master! Master! It is a relative of the Emperor! The Great Ming's Prince Shen!"

"Congratulations, Master, on slaying a prince of the Great Ming!"

Dorgon, who had been slashed for no apparent reason, instantly showed a trace of joy on his face.

He immediately shouted loudly toward the distant Great Ming army and the Qing troops of the Plain White Banner,

"The Great Ming's Prince Shen has been beheaded by me from his horse!"

The surrounding Qing troops instantly cheered and leaped for joy.

Even Dodo's face could not help but show a trace of jealousy.

This was a princely king of the Great Ming!

And he was cut down by his own elder brother just like chopping melons and slicing vegetables!

However, Dorgon did not notice at all.

The expressions on the faces of the Great Ming troops fighting in various parts of the camp had been suppressed to the point of near distortion.

At this moment, the Qing troops of the Eight Banners had already begun to split up and surround the Great Ming troops trapped in place, unable to move.

The vanguard, the center, and the rear guard of almost every camp had already plunged into a bloody battle.

Just as the Great Ming army was on the verge of total collapse.

Lan Yu, who had been sitting upright in the center of the Great Ming army, suddenly opened his eyes.

He casually picked up a long spear and, biting his teeth inside the tent, said,

"It is about time!"

Before Zhu Zhu Cilang could even come to his senses.