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Chapter 291 If you are a man, then fight!
Dorgon, who was fleeing from Zhengyang Pass, looked up in astonishment.

"I stood in the center of thousands of people, feeling the wounds of thousands of blades..."

King Yang's tuneless voice sounded eerily above his head.

It's like the sad song of a female ghost in red.

At this moment, even Dorgon, who had painted mountains of corpses and seas of blood as murals, could not help but feel horrified.

The empty darkness, the cold drizzle, and the song in the void...

"The Regent has a flying demon. Prince Duo Luo Rao Yu was injured by this thing with poisonous smoke!"

One of the henchmen shouted.

Dorgon woke up instantly.

Indeed, Abatai was blinded by a flying monster that sprayed poisonous smoke on his eyes, so the flashing red dot was actually a small monster. It’s just that the night sky is pitch black now, so it can’t be seen. It’s not some evil ghost or something like that.

"Let's go to the ferry!"

he shouted.

At this moment, his courage had completely disappeared.

Of course, he was just being hypocritical before, after all, he was the commander, and it was too shameful to be scared away by the invisible Yang Feng like those Green Flag Army, but being carried away by his confidants was another matter. But now he couldn't pretend, he didn't want to be blinded like his half brother, with his face burned like a ghost, and finally end up in prison like a dead dog, even so he still couldn't escape Yang Feng's clutches.

Since the situation is definitely irreversible, let's run away!

Don’t go to Xinyang either.

Cross the Huai River directly.

There are still many ferry boats.

In fact, what he planned was to load some of the supplies he brought, as well as the women he brought with him, onto ships at Zhengyang Pass and transport them northward.

Because Suksaha was still in Linhuai, as long as that place could be defended, the Ming army warships downstream would not be able to go upstream along the Huai River. The thawed Yellow River flood area blocked the Ming army from advancing westward by land on the north bank. Therefore, these ships could safely reach the docks controlled by the Qing army in various parts of Henan along the Ying River.

He led a large number of soldiers westward, constantly joining forces with Bolo, Nikan and other troops retreating from the south, and then waded across the Huai River in Xinyang.

Then continue to withdraw from Henan.

There is no point in staying in Henan anymore.

This controlled area cannot bring food, has too small a population, and is not safe. Once Li Zicheng solves the problem in the south, the first thing he will do is to take back Henan. At that time, the Qing Dynasty will be unable to compete with him, so it is better to give up all together and completely retreat back to Hebei. Then, relying on the support of the slave owners in northern Zhili and allies such as Wu Sangui, the Qing Dynasty can still be the Northern Qi.

What's more, there are also the borders and the Mongolian tribes behind them. This strength is not enough to unify the world, but it is barely enough to protect themselves. Now Li Zicheng is attacking Nanjing, and Jiangnan has been involved in the war. In the short term, neither Yang Feng nor Li Zicheng can care about the north, which can't bring benefits. My Qing Dynasty did lose in the advance, but it was just a loss. It has not reached the end of the road. As long as we give up the advance and shrink to protect ourselves, we will still be one of the heroes, and we just have to endure.

It’s not like the old Khan had not been a slave to Li Chengliang in the past.

A gamble is not a loss.

As long as you are still a member of this table competing for the world, you have not lost.

Just waiting for the next opportunity.

Of course, this is just self-deception. The Qing Dynasty, which was once at its peak, has fallen to this point in just a few years. It has long been a clear loser. In fact, it is not just Yang Feng who can defeat the Qing Dynasty. The reorganized Li Zicheng and the militia in Jiangnan can all defeat the Qing Dynasty in a field battle. The Qing Dynasty will only become weaker and weaker. If we can't beat them now, we will never be able to beat them in the future.

How can we win?
population?

money?
……

I have nothing in the Qing Dynasty.

Their victory was the result of overwhelming strength. The exaggerated number of cannons in the militia alone is something that our Qing Dynasty will never be able to catch up with.

The next opportunity?
Even the opportunity to enter the customs was not realized, so how could there be another chance? My Qing Dynasty had to wait for several generations to wait for this opportunity. Do we still expect to have such a chance to change our fate again? There will be no second chance to change our fate. It would be a miracle if there was one.

Surrounded by his men, Dorgon escaped from the completely chaotic Zhengyang Pass.

Of course, he didn't know that his every move was under Yang Feng's surveillance.

The latter continued to sing the tuneless song, watching Dorgon's escape, then started the tractor, moving forward in the dark rainy night, and finally appeared in the firelight. However, no one was fighting him, all the Qing troops were fleeing, and even if he appeared in the firelight, it would only make the Qing troops more panicked, after all, whether he or the huge tractor, the Qing troops were afraid of him. What's more, in the trailer behind him, there were a bunch of followers shooting, the steel cannon was still spraying flames, and rifles were constantly shooting at nearby Qing troops. The tractor was like a copycat tank with a main gun and a machine gun...

Hundreds of rifled guns!
He quickly bypassed Zhengyang Pass and finally saw the pier.

Dorgon was there.

But the problem was that there were still many Qing troops who had the same idea as Dorgon, so the dock was crowded. Even many ships had left, and those that were still there were being fought over by the fleeing soldiers. On the banks of the Huai River, people were shouting, horses were neighing, ghosts were crying, and wolves were howling.

"Get out of the way, the Regent is here!"

He protected Dorgon's cronies, beating the crowded soldiers and shouting anxiously.

"The Regent? The Regent is running away too?"

A Niulu who was obviously from the Zhenghuang Banner said with a smile.

"Prince Regent, don't you want to unify Jiangnan? Why are you running away with your servants?"

"Prince Regent, have you cut Yang Feng into pieces?"

……

The soldiers shouted without respect.

Dorgon's face turned pale, and he seemed not to hear anything as he was surrounded by his confidants.

His authority is gone.

"You little dog slave, I'll kill your whole family when I get home!"

A close confidant was still cursing.

"Lord Regent, please don't bother with your sword. My whole family has been captured by Yang Feng, and our lives and deaths are unknown."

"If you hadn't entered the customs, my whole family wouldn't have been burned to death in Shengjing!"

……

Then there was more scolding.

The anger of these Qing troops was finally ignited. The rage that had been suppressed for a long time was finally vented towards Dorgon. They pointed at the regent's nose and accused him of incompetence, while Dorgon endured it silently and allowed these dogs to humiliate him. After all, in the current situation, it was easy for them to get out of control of their emotions, and the regent's title would be useless at that time.

"The demon is coming!"

Suddenly there was a terrified scream.

Everyone shut up and looked in horror to the northeast, where a monster with a single horn was coming towards them along the Huai River in flickering flames. Flames were constantly spurting out of its side, and strange rumbling sounds gradually became clearer in their ears as it moved forward.

"What are you looking at? Yang Feng is here. Kill him to avenge your relatives!"

The henchman yelled. "Run!"

"Don't block me, I want to get on the boat!"

……

Then countless screams of terror rang out at the dock like an erupting tsunami.

Dorgon looked at these bastards who had just accused him with grief and anger. These bastards had just shouted that their relatives were killed by Yang Feng, but now they saw that Yang Feng not only did not dare to fight, but ran away instead, and they were justified in accusing him. You should show the same excitement when you accused me, and rush over to avenge your relatives. The enemy is right there, go ahead, why are you running away?

How the hell did the Qing Dynasty become like this?

Of course, there was no one to fight, as all the Eight Banners warriors were running away.

Yang Feng is so scary.

I don't even have the courage to fight him.

In the fight for boats, some people even started to kill each other, and some people who were already on the boats chopped off their hands with knives to push away those who were still climbing up, leaving the boats full of fingers. Those who had lost their fingers in the river screamed, holding up their empty hands and waiting to die. Some people who were sure they could not get a boat had to turn southwest and flee to the shallow water area upstream of the Pi River to cross the river and flee west.

Dorgon was also among them.

He can't grab a boat now.

Of course, the key point is that no one gave the boat to him. The regent was now being ostracized by the soldiers. But poor Dorgon could only feel grief and anger. This was like a tiger in plain land being bullied by a dog.

"Let me go, I'm going to kill this monster!"

He roared and raged on his horse.

His close associates and the soldiers who escaped with him pushed him forward.

The monster with a single horn at the back was still rushing forward, constantly spewing flames and killing the Qing soldiers with shells and bullets. At the same time, it was chasing the fleeing Dorgon and getting closer and closer. It had even caught up with some Qing soldiers who had not had time to run away. The latter were so scared that they knelt down and kowtowed to the monster.

Then he was shot.

The monster was unstoppable, its huge wheels rolling over the mud and sand on the river bank.

Even some ships that were leaving became its targets.

It was like an invincible behemoth, constantly crushing the Qing troops it caught up with as it advanced, and then grinding their corpses into the mud and sand.

"Dorgon, I only want Dorgon. If anyone gives me Dorgon, I will stop chasing you and let you go. I only want Dorgon. If anyone gives me Dorgon, I will let you go. Otherwise, I will keep chasing you and none of you will be able to cross the Huai River."

Then a shout rang out in the sky.

Dorgon, who was running away, was startled and instinctively looked at the soldiers around him who were running away.

The latter was also looking at him.

The monster behind is still approaching.

Suddenly, there was a whistling sound, followed by a cannonball falling among the soldiers. An unlucky soldier was instantly shot halfway, but the others did not panic. They continued to look at Dorgon with malicious eyes, and Dorgon was also looking at them. Suddenly, one of the soldiers raised his bow and arrow at him. Dorgon's confidant cursed and quickly raised his bow and arrow to aim at the man, but at this moment, the sound of a bullet breaking through the air was heard. The confidant shook suddenly and looked down at his chest in disbelief. His companions next to him thought he was ambushed by his own people. They cursed and raised their bows and arrows, looking for the enemy among the passing soldiers. Then there was the sound of bullets breaking through the air again, and a soldier on the opposite side tilted his head and fell off his horse.

"Dorgon, if you are a man, come out and fight me to the death. Don't let them die for you!
I promise to give you a hand!"

Yang Feng shouted from the sky.

"Regent, don't let the slaves look down on you!"

Someone among the soldiers shouted.

"Regent, if you are a man, go out and fight him to the death!"

"Regent, please be brave!"

……

The soldiers shouted.

"How dare you, you dogs and slaves, treat the Regent like this? Are you planning a rebellion?"

A confidant shouted in grief and anger.

"Prince Regent, it is because of your fault that the Qing Dynasty has fallen to this point. So many Eight Banner warriors died in the battle. We believed in you, but you killed them. How can you go back now? We fought for the Qing Dynasty, why can't you? You want us to kill this monster for the Qing Dynasty, so why don't you go? If you are a man, don't let us look down on you. The monster is right there, go over and fight him to the death!"

A Niulu shouted.

"Regent, don't let the servants laugh at you!"

"Go on!"

……

The soldiers shouted.

Moreover, many of them had even taken out bows and arrows, ready to attack Dorgon.

I have to say this scene is still very absurd.

But in the final analysis, these soldiers have completely abandoned Dorgon. Since they are no longer prepared to support him, there is no need to save face. It was Dorgon's fault that all this happened, so Dorgon needs to atone for his mistakes. Now that Yang Feng has named him, he should be forced out, and his death should be used in exchange for Yang Feng not pursuing him any further. Anyway, no one will listen to him even if he goes back.

If he fails once, everyone can accept it. If he fails twice, everyone can tolerate it. If he fails three times, four times...

Does our Qing Dynasty need a regent?

Instead of going back and humiliating himself, it would be better for him to act like a real man and go out and have a good fight with Yang Feng.

Amid the shouts of the soldiers around him, Dorgon stared blankly at the monster that was getting closer and closer.

Then he urged his horse on.

The soldiers immediately made way for him. Some cheered for him, as if they were cheering for a hero. But Dorgon just walked forward with sadness. An officer next to him handed him a spear. After all, the regent didn't carry many weapons. He mechanically took the spear and rode forward. In front of him were still soldiers cheering for him, cheering for his death, or urging him to die. Their hideous faces were distorted in the light and darkness of the fire, and even gradually became abstract, gradually becoming a weird background. Their shouts also became the ghosts crying in hell, the wailing of wronged souls, and the call of death...

Dorgon finally walked out of the background, stood on the bank of the Huai River, and looked ahead silently.

Holding a spear, he looks like a lone warrior.

The huge monster opposite, which was obviously made of steel, finally stopped and stood in the firelight like a castle. Then a door in front opened, and a man who looked like an iron tower because he was wearing too thick clothes walked out slowly, stood in front of the door, and looked at him with his hands behind his back.

"Dorgon, Sister Dayuer..."

He seemed to be reminiscing about it.

“Very moist!”

He went on to say.

(End of this chapter)