Ming Zuo

Although the autumn was cold, Shi Tingzhu walked profusely in sweat.

He dared not stop.

Although he didn't see the situation in the rear with his own eyes, he could also feel that the situation was at an extreme crisis.

The Qing army was completely in chaos, and could no longer organize an effective defense, and the Liang army could rush forward at any time.

He doesn't want to die here.

As Gushan Erzhen with the red flag, he was absolutely a high-ranking man in the Qing Dynasty, and he had never enjoyed the glory and wealth.

The only thing that made him feel depressed was that he was obviously born in the Guerjia family, and he was a real Manchu.However, the whole Qing Dynasty always regarded him as a Han, and not only kept suppressing his status, but only allowed him to command the Han army flag.

If it weren't for the fact that the Han Army Banner has grown stronger in recent years and has become one of the main forces in the Qing Army, Shi Tingzhu would have given birth to a second heart.

But this time, he was abandoned by Azig and left behind.

Whether it will be able to run across the Yellow River is still unknown.

Since he didn't want to die, he had no choice but to run for his life.

In the dark, he led his own soldiers to grope forward all the way. Anyway, as long as he walked along the Yanhe River, there would be absolutely no mistakes, and he didn't have to worry about getting lost.

The night was extremely long, and he didn't know how long he had walked.Suddenly there was a commotion all around, as if countless people were alarmed.

Could it be that he fell into the siege of the Liang army?

Shi Tingzhu was taken aback.

At the critical moment, he was still a little witty, and immediately asked in Manchu: "Who is it?"

This made the surroundings quiet again, and then a tired voice answered.

"I don't know which general it is? Hu Xinshui is here under King Pingxi's command and Zuoying."

When he heard that it was Wu Sangui's subordinate, Shi Tingzhu was furious on the spot.

"Where is King Pingxi?"

Hu Xinshui was Wu Sangui's confidant and favorite general, and hearing his annoyance, he started to laugh on the spot.

"Forgive me, General Shi. It's dark and the road is dangerous. The last general doesn't know where my lord is now. It's better to stay calm and wait until dawn, so we can discuss anything."

After a few words of dialogue, Shi Tingzhu had already confirmed Hu Xinshui's location, and immediately rushed over with great strides.

"Discuss your grandma's legs! If you were not greedy for life and afraid of death, why would our army be here?"

Hu Xinshui didn't expect Shi Tingzhu to come so fast, before he could react, he was slapped twice on the face.

He was dizzy from the beating, blood spurted from his mouth, and he was also angry from the bottom of his heart.

Besides Wu Sangui, who would dare to be so disrespectful to him?

Even after surrendering to the Qing Dynasty, even Dorgon paid respect to them because they wanted to use Wu Sangui.

Everyone is Han Chinese, and they are all slaves of the Qing Dynasty. You, Shi Tingzhu, actually want to ride on your grandfather's head to show your prestige?
Hu Xinshui is not a good-tempered person either.

In addition, now that the army has suffered a disastrous defeat and there are no rules, it is not yet known whether they can get out alive.

What Shi Tingzhu did annoyed him all of a sudden.

"Your mother, how old are you, dare to teach grandpa a lesson?"

Hu Xinshui punched Shi Tingzhu right on the bridge of the nose.

Shi Tingzhu couldn't have imagined that one of Wu Sangui's lieutenants would dare to beat him, Gu Shan Ezhen.

This blow was really hard, and his eyes were filled with golden flowers, and he was on the verge of falling.

"Alright, is Wu Sangui planning to defect to the enemy?"

He quickly drew out his knife, and went straight to chop at Hu Xinshui.

In the dark night, the knife was shining, if Hu Xinshui hadn't been quick to see the situation, he would have been cut in half on the spot.

Seeing that he was going to kill someone, Guan Ning's army was in an uproar, and all the grievances from the past few days were aroused.

Since the surrender to the Manchu Qing Dynasty, they were sent to the front in every war, fighting the hardest battles and attacking the most difficult dangers, and suffered heavy losses.

Except for Wu Sangui who wanted to find Li Zicheng for revenge, the rest of the Guan Ning army was nothing more than serving as soldiers, so they had long been full of complaints against Man Qing.

Now that the conflict has intensified, the Qing army has lost power again, and they still want to kill people. How can they bear it?
As a result, in this extremely dark valley, the two armies that were originally one group fought on the spot.

Both sides are from Liaodong, and most of them are Han Chinese, and their pronunciation is almost the same.In the midst of shouting, cursing and fighting, it is difficult to distinguish clearly for a while.

Anyway, as long as it feels wrong, immediately draw a knife and cut it off.

A muddle-headed firefight did not stop until dawn.

These people killed each other more cruelly than dealing with the enemy.

Hu Xinshui did not know how many times he was stabbed, and his whole body was hacked to pieces.Throwing down by the river, let the muddy river wash away.

Shi Tingzhu had a broken leg, and a gash was cut in his left abdomen, and blood flowed all over the floor.

After the soldiers found him, they rushed up to rescue him, but no matter what they did, they couldn't stop the bleeding.

I could only watch his face getting whiter and more miserable, and finally his breathing gradually stopped.

The Han army embroidered with red flags and solid stone pillars on the front of the mountain, died in the internal strife with the Guanning army.

Daylight returned to the world, and the battle continued.

Liang Jun, who had recharged his batteries all night, became more and more aggressive.

They rushed and fought fiercely, and no Qing army could stop them at all.

The Qing army, who was extremely hungry and exhausted, wielded their knives and guns extremely weakly, and were killed one by one.

Bayan brandished his broadsword vigorously, parrying assassinations from all directions.

His movements became slower and slower, more and more spears surrounded him, and the blood holes on his body became denser and denser.

There was no way for him to retreat, and he was gradually forced to a dead corner under a cliff.

Dozens of long spears were pierced densely, but he couldn't stop even one.As a result, his body was completely penetrated, nailing him to the broken wall.

Angbang Zhangjing, the second class in Zhenglan Banner, and Bayan, the fifth son of Li Yongfang, died under the assassination of the Liang army, and their bodies were exposed to the sun for three days.

The Qing army along the way was almost wiped out, and the Liang army advanced all the way, and finally caught up to the Yellow River.

Here, Wu Sangui looked at the river and sighed, finally ushering in the end.

He escaped ahead of time, hoping to cross the Yellow River by betraying others and find a way out.

However, when he ran to the bank of the Yellow River, he realized that all his plans were doomed to be in vain.

After Azig crossed the river, nothing remained.

And from Yanchang County all the way to the Yellow River, there is not even a village, and there is wilderness everywhere.

Forget about the wilderness, but you can't even see a tree or a weed.

You can't build a boat without trees. How can you cross the turbulent Yellow River without a boat?

When he chased and killed Li Zicheng and entered Shaanxi, he was so high-spirited, he only felt that the danger of the Yellow River was nothing more than that.

Looking at it now, it turned out to be an insurmountable scourge.

The Liang army formed a semicircular encirclement and crushed them step by step.The rain of sharp arrows and the forest of spears caused Guan Ning's army to die one by one.

Wu Sangui saw with his own eyes that another of his favorite generals, Xia Longshan, was fighting fiercely when suddenly a rope was thrown from a distance and wrapped around his neck.

Immediately afterwards, the war horse galloped, dragging Xia Longshan to the ground indiscriminately.

Wherever he went, soldiers of the Liang army greeted him with swords and guns.

Xia Longshan screamed and bled all the way, and finally only a puddle of rags remained.

Seeing the Liang army getting closer, Wu Sangui recalled his life.

How should I feel?
That's all, that's all...

What is left now is nothing but eternal infamy.

Wu Sangui no longer had the will to fight, turned around, and staggered towards the rushing Yellow River.

Guan Ning's army is all dead.

Thousands of Liang soldiers stood in the distance, watching him step into the river, and he was immediately swept up by the fierce torrent.

When it fell again, it hit the reef heavily, and then rushed downstream like a leaf.

A person who changed the history of the late Ming Dynasty, a traitor who left behind eternal infamy, has now come to an end.