Late Ming Dynasty: Oops, I am surrounded by the Donglin Party

Chapter 616: Revenge when there is a grudge, revenge when there is a grudge

The collapse of the battlefield often takes only a moment, but the moment Oboi, known as the No. 1 Baturu of the Qing Dynasty, fell, the hundreds of Eight Banners soldiers who followed Oboi to fight lost all their fighting spirit.

As they retreated, more Eight Banners soldiers began to flee in all directions.

Jirgalang was terrified. He had wanted to rely on Aobai's bravery to fight his way out, but he didn't expect that he failed to fight his way out and ended up being arrested.

Two hours ago, he thought that Lu Xiangsheng's idea of annihilating him was a pipe dream. After all, the Eight Banners soldiers were brave and valiant. Even if the enemy had more people, they could always run away.

However, two consecutive breakout attempts failed, and Oboi's death caused the morale of the entire army to collapse. Now it seems that he himself has become a frog in the well.

However, once the rout began, it was almost impossible to stop it, even if Jirgalang killed dozens of people with his supervision team.

After more than a quarter of an hour, there were only about a thousand subordinates who could obey Jirgalang's command. Most of the others fled in all directions due to low morale and fell into small encirclements of the Ming army one by one.

The warriors of the Qing Dynasty were being slaughtered, and Jirgalang sadly discovered that he could do nothing.

"Is that Prince Zheng Jirgalang in front of us?"

At this moment, a young general's shout came from not far away.

Jirgalang frowned and glanced at the person who came. He found that he did not know him. Seeing that the person spoke politely, Jirgalang said in a deep voice:

"It's me, the king. Could you please leave your name?"

The young general swung his sword and killed a Tartar. He wiped the blood-stained sword on the dead Tartar's body and then smiled slightly:

"I am Li Dingguo, a subordinate of Prince Chuang."

Jirgalang frowned and thought for a while, it seemed that he did not know this general.

Li Zicheng's Sin Camp had been out of the country for less than a year. Except for a major battle with the main force of the Qing Dynasty more than two months ago, the rest of the time was spent looting horses among the Mongolian tribes.

As a result, the Qing royal family had no clear understanding of the Zui Camp. They only knew that this group of people were driven out from the Ming Dynasty interior, and their leader seemed to be Li Zicheng.

“You may not know me, but that’s okay. You just need to remember that more than 2,400 of my brothers died at your hands.

Now, I come to avenge them."

Li Dingguo's voice remained calm, but his eyes revealed his deep-seated hatred for the Tartars.

"Humph, childish! Arrogant!

This is war! If that's the case, shouldn't you also be willing to be killed in the vendetta against the Ujumchin tribe?

If you want to kill me or cut me up, just come over here. Why are you making such a fuss?" Jirgalang snorted coldly.

"Of course, you can do the same.

Haha, maybe I should capture you alive and hand you over to the Marshal.

I heard that the Jinyiwei served you well last time in Jinzhou City."

Li Dingguo killed another enemy and sneered at Jirgalang.

Upon hearing this, Jirgalang's body trembled uncontrollably, and it was unclear whether it was out of fear, anger, or both.

The capture of Jinzhou was a shameful memory that Jirgalang wanted to forget forever.

He lost four fingers on his right hand as a result, but compared to the physical pain, his pride as a member of the Ming royal family was shattered by that experience.

"I will kill you!" Jirgalang roared and rushed forward with his personal guards.

Seeing this, Li Dingguo burst into laughter and rushed over with his subordinates.

Scenes like this can be seen everywhere on the battlefield outside Guihua City.

The Zui Camp had only suffered a heavy loss at the hands of the Jianlu once, and everyone in the camp still harbored hatred towards them. However, the hatred between the Huben Army and the Jianlu was even greater.

For decades, due to the depleted national strength of the Ming Dynasty and the corruption of senior officials, the Tiger Guards on the Nine Border Defense Lines have suffered countless humiliations.

The offensive and defensive situation is now different. Under Lu Xiangsheng's flawless command, the Tatars on the battlefield have long lost their fighting spirit. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for revenge for them.

With more people defeating fewer, the battle was over in just half an hour.

However, the frantic Tiger Guards and the Sin Camp soldiers were still chasing the scattered Tatars who were fleeing.

In the center of the battlefield, Jirgalang was gasping for breath, covered in blood. There were only three or four subordinates left around him, and they were all injured.

Li Dingguo was also covered in blood, but he didn't feel tired at all.

This was indeed a war, but for Li Dingguo and other generals of the Crime Camp, it was more than just a war.

Almost all the members of the Zui Camp, from generals to soldiers, are relatives. After all, they started out as rebels, and those who joined the team were either fathers, sons, brothers, relatives, or at the very least, neighbors. It can be said that they are almost an enhanced version of the Qin soldiers trained by Sun Chuanting.

In the battle of Dongtumed, 20,000 of the 30,000 men in the Zui Camp died, and another 3,000 died in the siege of Guihua City.

The battalion under Li Dingguo had a full complement of 3,200 men, but now only more than 1,000 were left following him, and the same was true for the other battalions.

They traveled thousands of miles in the dark night of the vast grassland, and they all tried to achieve merit as quickly as possible and then return home to provide each other with safety and encouragement.

But now, most people can't go back, and they stay in a foreign country forever, without even leaving their bodies behind.

As the commander-in-chief, Li Dingguo blamed himself for his incompetence countless times.

No matter what, this time he finally avenged his brothers, Li Dingguo thought as he walked towards Jirgalang, who was already exhausted, with a sneer.

Jirgalang was disheartened, knowing that there was no way he could escape this time. His last experience made him give up the idea of surrendering.

Thinking of this, Jirgalang calmed down. He also looked at Li Dingguo with a smile and said:

“You win, but your majesty will avenge me.

Aren't you curious about where the main force of the Qing Dynasty went?"

Li Dingguo did not answer, and Jirgalang immediately became a little crazy.

"Hahaha! Your arrogant, worthless commander will die with me!"

After saying that, Jirgalang slashed his neck with his knife and blood gushed out.

"You are still so noisy even when you are dying." Li Dingguo wiped the sword in his hand without much smile on his face.

He ordered his subordinates to continue chasing the fleeing Tartars, while he himself took a dozen personal guards to find King Chuang.

When Li Dingguo found his uncle Li Zicheng, he discovered that Li Zicheng was talking with Lu Xiangsheng, the commander-in-chief of the Tiger Guards.

He walked over calmly and just happened to hear Lu Xiangsheng say:

"You have done a good job outside the Great Wall. The Marshal is very pleased. This is a commendation order from the court.

There is also the Marshal's handwriting, take a look."

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