Chapter 84

Lan Yu had already rushed out of the central army commander's tent on his own.

He issued orders to the Personal Guards behind him, saying

"Notify all camps: take only seven days' rations, cotton clothes, armor, 510 weapons, and discard all other Baggage and supplies. Follow me to break out and rush to reinforce Songshan!"

The surrounding Personal Guards immediately began conveying Lan Yu's orders to the various camps.

With Lan Yu's explosive shout,

the entire Ming army seemed to suddenly gain a backbone in an instant.

Everyone gradually found what they should be doing.

At this moment, Lan Yu, holding a long spear, stared fixedly at the front army camp!

Dorgon, who was fighting desperately in the front army camp, suddenly shivered.

He then could not help but feel a killing intent reaching the sky.

Just as Dorgon was puzzled,

he suddenly heard the sound of rapid horse hooves approaching.

Then came an explosive shout mixed with a bit of Huaixi accent.

"Dog Tatars, give me your life!"

Immediately after, came the sound of the long spear breaking the air in the cold wind.

A crisp "Crack!" sound rang out.

The Ma Dao in Dorgon's hand was suddenly smashed in half by the long spear in Lan Yu's hand.

The spear shaft, without the slightest hesitation, smashed onto the heart-protecting mirror on Dorgon's chest.

A loud "Boom!" sound erupted.

Dorgon felt his body become light, and his whole person was flung off the warhorse.

He then fell heavily onto the ground, which had long been frozen hard by ice and snow.

"Protect the Young Master!"

"Young Master, are you alright!"

"Young Master, your servant is here!"

"..."

78, Huang Taiji: Kill, kill, kill, leave not a single one!

At the very moment Lan Yu charged out,

a fear suddenly arose in Dorgon's heart.

It was the fear of death!

Dorgon, who had grown up in the army since childhood, felt for the first time that death was so close to him.

The long spear in Lan Yu's hand fought several times amidst the chaotic army.

Under the desperate protection of dozens of Eight Banners soldiers from the Plain White Banner,

he was simply unable to get close to Dorgon.

Just as Lan Yu was engaged in a fierce battle with the Eight Banners soldiers,

Zhu Shenxuan in the tent climbed onto a warhorse on his own and pointed at the distant Eight Banners soldiers, shouting hoarsely,

"Boys, take revenge!"

Having said that, Zhu Shenxuan, with snot and tears streaming down his face, led dozens of Fengguo Zhongwei from the Jin Wang Fu and rushed out to fight on his own.

In the various tents,

these "rich young masters" who were usually pampered mostly cried while wielding weapons and fighting the Eight Banners soldiers.

If a blade was knocked away, they used their teeth to bite on the other side.

When blood relatives died one after another before their eyes,

death also ceased to be frightening.

The Eight Banners soldiers, whose momentum had originally been strong, were gradually driven into a decline by these Ming army troops.

They gradually began to feel unable to cope.

It was at this very moment.

Several warhorses galloped out from Huang Taiji's Dragon Tent.

They found Dorgon, who was fighting desperately on the front line.

"Beile Ye, Your Majesty has an edict, ordering us to retreat now!"

Dorgon, stunned by Lan Yu's blow, coldly glanced at Lan Yu, who was breaking through the camp.

He gritted his teeth and issued his own command.

"Retreat!"

"Retreat!!"

Under the protection of several Bondservants, the wounded Dorgon was lifted onto a horse and retreated in disarray towards Songshan on his own.

At the very moment the Qing army retreated,

the morale in the entire Ming army camp suddenly shifted.

Zhu Yujian and Zhu Shenxuan climbed onto their horses and pointed at the distance, roaring hoarsely,

"Boys, we Zhu family members will fight these dog Tatars to the death today!"

"Those who fear death do not deserve to be Zhu family members!"

In an instant, waves of battle cries burst forth from the tents.

"Those who fear death do not deserve to be Zhu family members!"

Hearing the battle cries of these imperial clan members.

Lan Yu's heart finally felt a measure of relief.

After all, they are Old Zhu's seed!

Two hundred and fifty thousand Ming troops, having left more than twenty thousand corpses behind at Xingshan, continued to charge toward Songshan.

Yet clearly, everything was far from as smooth as Lan Yu had imagined.

After this great battle, within the Ming army's camp, many soldiers had already contracted colds and fevers.

Those with high fevers that would not break were countless.

Almost every day, people died of illness within the tents.

Lan Yu's brows were tightly furrowed.

Lan Yu knew.

At this critical juncture, the march absolutely could not stop.

Once stopped, what awaited the entire army was surely a calamity that would drown them all.

Before the Tatars could cut them down, at least half the army would surely die from the colds and fevers.

Just as Lan Yu was constantly marching at high intensity in an effort to quickly close in on Songshan.

A canyon that had never been marked on any map suddenly appeared before his eyes.

Upon seeing this canyon.

Lan Yu's heart immediately gave a "thump."

As expected.

Shortly after the vanguard marched into the canyon.

Immediately, waves of battle cries echoed from the mountain ridges on both sides.

Countless Eight Banners soldiers shouted down into the valley in broken Chinese.

"Kill the Han dogs, slaughter the Zhu prince!"

Countless rolling stones and burning oil tumbled down from the slopes.

In an instant, the entire canyon became a sea of fire.

Seeing this scene, Lan Yu's previously taut nerves finally relaxed.

Just as the various camps surged into the canyon, charging to attack the foothills on both sides.

With a heavy expression, Lan Yu looked at the two Personal Guards beside him and ordered.

"From here north to Jinzhou is only a hundred li. Run fast; before noon tomorrow, you will reach Jinzhou."

Zhu Cilang was stunned upon hearing this.