Done! Your Majesty is going to prostitute me for free!

Ajigenikan's heart felt like it was struck by a heavy hammer. The cruelty and despair of this battle were like cold iron chains, tightly locking his soul. He knew that fate seemed to have been fixed at this moment, tightly connecting him to this battlefield. He closed his eyes, and the warm bonfire in his hometown and the smiling faces of his relatives flashed through his mind, and an indescribable sadness surged in his heart. If this battle went wrong, he and his brothers would probably sleep forever in this foreign land, never being able to return home. The familiar grassland and the drifting smoke would become an unattainable dream.

He slowly took off his heavy helmet, revealing his sweat-soaked forehead, his eyes flashing with determination and reluctance. Picking up the sharp knife, he cut off his braid without hesitation. It was not only a braid, but also the last link to his homeland. He handed the broken hair to Dorgon, his voice low and firm: "Prince Rui, please take my braid back to Shengjing, let it witness my unfinished loyalty." Dorgon's eyes were instantly moist. He took the broken hair, as if he had taken over a heavy responsibility, and solemnly promised: "I, Dorgon, will never forget your contribution! Your name will be forever engraved on our glory!"

Ajigenikan straightened his back, saluted Dorgon solemnly, and then suddenly waved his flag, leading two thousand cavalrymen to charge forward like a storm. They circled a large circle, set up a decisive battle formation, and waited for the final charge. The brothers of the Eight Banners cast firm eyes, knowing that at this moment, there was no choice but to win.

When Ajigenikan raised his sword high and issued a deafening shout to the vast sky, his voice contained endless tragedy and grandeur: "Warriors of the Zhengbai Banner, today we have only one way, and that is to fight to the death!" The cavalry responded in unison, and the voice shook the world: "Fight to the death and never retreat!" Then, they rushed towards the Ming army's position like a tide, and the sound of horse hooves and shouts intertwined into a tragic war song.

The two armies clashed, swords flashed, the neighing of war horses and the collision of weapons intertwined into a symphony of death. Blood and flesh splashed in the air, and every inch of land was stained with shocking red. Ji Zisheng and Nalan Jiben took the lead, and faced the overwhelming offensive of the Eight Banners Army. The two sides instantly fell into a desperate fight. Seeing this, Bake Yong also rushed to help, but his heart was more eager for fame than loyalty to the country. In contrast, Jiang Taiwei on the right wing seemed much calmer. He sent an envoy to convey the order, and then led the main force to pursue Dorgon and his entourage.

The pursuit of the Ming army was like a dark cloud, and Dorgon felt an unprecedented chill in his heart. He was surprised at the speed of the Ming army, and couldn't help but mutter in his heart, why did they come back so quickly. At this critical moment, he could only lead the guards to cover from behind to prevent Jiang Taiwei's sneak attack. At this time, Fan Wencheng hurried over, and Dorgon seemed to see the dawn of hope. However, the guilt on Fan Wencheng's face made his heart sink. Fan Wencheng told him that the river was flooded and the escape route to the south had been blocked.

Dorgon tried to stay calm, comforted Fan Wencheng, and asked for countermeasures. Fan Wencheng pointed to the way they came, and said in a heavy tone: "All the bridges have been destroyed, and Chaozong Bridge is also in danger. There are enemy troops in front and pursuers behind, the situation is critical!" Dorgon looked around and knew that although Jiang Taiwei's troops were insufficient, even if he was repelled, it would be difficult to guarantee a safe retreat. He sighed, with a bit of helplessness in his tone: "If we had chosen to go east, we might have had a chance of survival!" Fan Wencheng smiled bitterly and shook his head: "The Ming army in the east is also well prepared, and we can't escape either."

Dorgon felt mixed emotions. Fan Wencheng hesitated several times, but finally summoned up the courage to say: "Prince Rui, do you see that forest? Perhaps, that is our only chance of survival!" Dorgon looked in the direction he pointed, and sure enough, a dense forest swayed gently in the breeze, looking particularly attractive. Fan Wencheng proposed a bold plan: "Now that we are attacked from both sides, why don't we fight to the death here! Divide the troops into two, one part attracts the attention of the Ming army, and the other part quickly builds a floating bridge. If we can cross the river, we will take the opportunity to escape; if not, we must also fight to the death to protect everyone's retreat."

Dorgon was furious when he heard this: "How can I abandon my brothers and escape alone?" Fan Wencheng sneered, knowing that Dorgon's hesitation was just a superficial act. But the situation was urgent and he had no time to care about these. "Prince Rui, at this moment of life and death, you must make a decision!" The soldiers also begged him to give the order. At this time, Ajige also came, with a firm look, and persuaded: "It is difficult for a soft-hearted person to achieve great things. For the sake of the overall situation, you must make a decision."

Dorgon stared ahead, his heart was like a raging sea. In the end, he gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and acted according to Fan Wencheng's plan. He personally led the guards to meet Jiang Taiwei's troops, and ordered Ajige and others to find water sources, replace war horses, and prepare for a decisive battle. The rest of the soldiers began to rest, cut down trees, and build pontoon bridges. He issued a strict order: Anyone who dared to disobey military orders would be killed without mercy! At this moment, Dorgon's heart was full of determination and tragedy. He knew that this battle would determine their survival and death, and would also write a chapter in history.

With Dorgon's order, it was like thunder breaking through the sky. More than 10,000 soldiers of the Eight Banners Army surged like a tide, and their armor and swords shone coldly in the sun. Dorgon himself took the lead. He was dressed in a gorgeous battle robe and a helmet inlaid with gems. He personally led 3,000 elite soldiers and rushed towards Jiang Taiwei's army like a storm. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, revealing unquestionable determination and domineering, as if he wanted to trample all obstacles under his iron hoof. The two sides immediately launched a fierce battle, with swords and shadows, blood and flesh flying, and it seemed that only this cruel and heroic confrontation remained between heaven and earth.

Ajige, a burly and resolute general, led another 2,000 Eight Banners warriors to the river. They took off their heavy helmets and drank the cool river water in big gulps. The clear water seemed to wash away all the fatigue and dust. The coolness under the scorching sun refreshed their spirits, and the fatigue of days of fighting was slightly relieved. The soldiers showed a long-lost look of ease on their faces. They exchanged horses with their partners who were responsible for transporting supplies, refilled their quivers, and prepared to fight again. Fan Wencheng, a wise counselor, used the resources on the riverside to command the craftsmen to urgently build a pontoon bridge on the spot. His eyes flashed with calmness and calculation, and every move revealed his precise control of the battle situation.

Other soldiers and horses could not resist the temptation of the river water and ran to the river to drink water, especially those soldiers wearing heavy armor. They were even more unbearable under the scorching heat. Some of them had already shown symptoms of heat stroke, with pale faces and sweating profusely. When they arrived at the river, they drank water happily, as if they wanted to take away all their fatigue with the water flow. The cool water seemed to be the source of their life.

After a short rest by the river, Ajige put on his armor and returned to the battlefield. His armor gleamed in the sun, and the long sword in his hand shone with a bloodthirsty light. Jiang Taiwei's army began to seem a little overwhelmed. The Eight Banners Army was originally known for its cavalry and archery, and with the elite troops led by Dorgon, it was even more brave. Although Jiang Taiwei had an advantage in terms of military strength, he gradually felt unable to hold on under Dorgon's offensive. His face was solemn, and his eyes revealed anxiety and indomitable spirit.

After Ajige joined the battle, Jiang Taiwei was under even greater pressure. He reluctantly pulled out an arrow from his shoulder, and blood flowed down the wound, but he didn't care. He just shouted to Ji Zishen from a distance: "Send reinforcements quickly, otherwise I will die for my country!" His voice was full of determination and tragedy.

At this time, the sound of hurried horse hooves and rolling dust came from afar. Ji Zisheng and Nalan Jiben led the reinforcements to arrive. Nalan Jiben was indignant, his eyes burning with resentment and anger, "Why did the credit go to that kid Bakyong? He contributed the least, but got the most credit. I don't accept it!" His words were full of dissatisfaction with injustice. Ji Zisheng seemed calmer. He said lightly: "It's just a few hundred heads. What's wrong with giving it to him? The most important thing now is to save Jiang Taiwei." Although his voice was calm, it revealed an unquestionable firmness.

Dorgon and Ajige saw the main force of the Ming army arrive, so they commanded the troops to retreat. But they did not give up, and when they charged again, they had increased their number by four to five thousand. These soldiers drank enough water, and after a short rest, they were driven by Dorgon to fight again. Although they were reluctant, they had no choice but to obey the military order. Their eyes revealed helplessness and determination, as if they were fulfilling their duties with their lives.

Dorgon was actually forced to do so. He knew that the Ming army was large in number and could not win without going all out. But the Eight Banners soldiers and horses were exhausted. Some were panting and some were unstable, making it difficult for them to continue fighting. The air on the battlefield seemed to be frozen, full of heaviness and depression. Dorgon decided to adopt a strategy of fighting in turns to buy time to build a pontoon bridge to cross the river. His eyes revealed a kind of determination and wisdom, as if he was using all his strength to gamble on the outcome of this battle.

As the battle progressed, the situation became more brutal. The cavalry of the two armies fought a desperate battle by the river. The battlefield was full of blood and cruelty, and life became as fragile as grass. Soldiers hacked and trampled each other, and screams, wails, and cries for help came one after another, interweaving into a piece of death music. Blood dyed the earth red, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, as if even the sky was shrouded in this cruel atmosphere.

At this time, a spy came to report that Jiang Taiwei's thousands of cavalry were fighting fiercely with the enemy by the river fifteen miles to the west. Shi Shouhong was waiting on Chaozong Bridge, and when he heard the news, he immediately turned back to check. He found that besides the thousand cavalry of the Yongwei Camp, the rest were Jiang Taiwei's infantry troops. They had set up camps, surrounded by chariots and artillery, and equipped with grenades and other weapons, and their defense was impregnable. Shi Shouhong's eyes revealed a calm and firm look, as if he had already seen the victory of this battle.

Another spy reported that the enemy had split into two groups, one group was fighting fiercely with them, while the other group was quietly collecting materials to build a bridge near the woods. Shi Shouhong frowned and thought about countermeasures. He knew that Ji Zisheng, Nalan Jiben, Bakeyong and others might have been pinned down by the enemy and it would be difficult for them to get away to rescue Jiang Taiwei. His heart was filled with anxiety and worry, but at the same time, he also revealed a kind of unyielding and firmness.

The enemy built a bridge? Are they planning a sneak attack? Shi Shouhong thought to himself that this was not good. He immediately ordered the infantry commander to prepare weapons such as Lumi guns and gunpowder bags, and was ready to personally lead the cavalry to rescue Jiang Taiwei. The commander quickly ordered people to bring weapons and equipment to the soldiers. Their movements were swift and orderly, as if they were conducting a silent drill. Shi Shouhong repeatedly reminded them: "We must be prepared for the enemy's attack! We must not let any enemy escape! At the same time, we must also prevent them from attacking our retreat!" His voice was full of firmness and determination, as if he was using his life to protect this land.

Then Shi Shouhong led a thousand cavalrymen to gallop upstream along the Wenyu River. Their figures looked so heroic and tragic in the afterglow of the setting sun, as if they were interpreting loyalty and bravery with their lives. After more than ten miles of running, they finally arrived at the battlefield. At this time, the battle had entered a white-hot stage. The enemy cavalry set up a formation around the woods and stubbornly resisted the attack of the Ming army. The soldiers led by Jiang Taiwei, Ji Zisheng, Nalan Jiben and Bakeyong engaged in a fierce melee with the enemy. Their robes were stained red with blood. Their eyes revealed a kind of determination and unyielding, as if they were defending this land with their lives.

The two sides first shot arrows from a distance, and the arrows fell like raindrops, with the whistling sound of death. Then they fought in close combat, with swords flashing and swords mixed with punches and kicks, and some people even used helmets as weapons to hit each other. Even if someone fell off the horse, they would not give up the fight, and continued to fight in groups of three or five. However, although the Ming army was brave, it was always difficult to break through the enemy's defense line. Occasionally, the soldiers who rushed into the enemy's formation would be quickly shot and killed by the elite archers of the Eight Banners Army. Their figures on the battlefield looked so lonely and tragic.

At this critical moment, the floating bridge supervised by Fan Wencheng had taken shape, and they only needed to lay wooden boards to cross the river. Shi Shouhong was worried about accidentally injuring friendly troops, so he waved a big flag with the word "Li" to identify himself, and then ordered: "All Rumi gunners dismount and shoot at a distance of 80 steps! The rest of the cavalry will be divided into two wings to cover! Everyone must advance and retreat together! Anyone who retreats without permission will be killed without mercy!" His voice was full of firmness and determination, as if he was protecting this land with his life.

As the order was issued, 500 Rumi guns were fired at the same time, and dozens of enemies fell to the ground. Fan Wencheng was shocked and hurriedly called for the infantry to come to resist. But the gunshots rang again, and dozens of enemies were shot and fell to the ground. The remaining enemies were frightened by the power of the Ming army's firearms and retreated, not daring to attack easily. There was a kind of fear and uneasiness in their eyes, as if they were facing an irresistible force. The morale of the Ming army was even higher, and they seemed to see the hope of victory, and that hope illuminated their hearts like the rising sun.

Bang! A loud noise, like thunder, suddenly broke the dead silence of the battlefield. The Jiannu infantrymen holding old-fashioned bird guns were about to raise their guns to fight back, but they were accurately shot by the Rumi gun team supervised by Shi Shouhong himself. They covered their wounds one by one, their clothes stained red with blood, and they screamed in pain. The sound was shrill and piercing, which made people feel creepy, as if they could feel their pain and fear.

The battlefield was filled with smoke and dust. The Jiannu soldiers who had not been shot looked at the distance between the two sides, and their faces turned pale instantly, as if they had seen a ghost. They were so scared that it was hard to describe. You know, the two sides were about eighty steps apart, and they were wearing thick cotton armor, which should have been a solid barrier for them to resist attacks. But the bullets fired by the bird guns could actually penetrate the cotton armor and injure them like this. This had never happened before, and they couldn't help but have a deep fear of the Ming army's weapons.

"Are the Ming army really using bird guns? How can they penetrate armor from such a distance?" a Jiannu soldier asked puzzledly, his voice trembling, and he was obviously frightened by the scene before him.

"My eyes are blurry, but it seems so." The person next to him answered uncertainly, and his voice also contained a bit of panic and uneasiness.

Bang! Another gunshot rang out, dull and powerful, like the sentence of the god of death. More than a dozen Eight Banners warriors were shot and fell, their bodies twitching on the ground, the flames of life extinguished bit by bit.

The Jiannu infantrymen who were charging were so frightened that their legs went limp. They stopped one after another, not daring to move forward. They shouted to Fan Wencheng, "Mr. Fan, we can't charge! Let the cavalry go!" There was a hint of despair and pleading in their voices. They were obviously terrified, but they pretended to be righteous. Fan Wencheng almost laughed at them.

Fan Wencheng frowned, knowing that the situation was extremely critical. He shouted in a deep voice: "Okay, you take 500 infantry and cavalry to hold the line, and the rest of you quickly build a pontoon bridge!" His voice was filled with unquestionable majesty and determination.

Everyone acted quickly, knowing that every second was crucial. As soon as they had set up their positions, Shi Shouhong led his men back. When they returned to their positions, they rushed forward again. This went back and forth several times, and the casualties of the Eight Banners soldiers increased. Their defense line began to become shaky.

Fan Wencheng had no time to care about these things. He was completely focused on the floating bridge. He knew that as long as the floating bridge was completed, they would have a chance to retreat. He anxiously urged the craftsmen to speed up the process, and every minute and every second made him anxious. Not long after, he whispered to the two Eight Banners soldiers: "You two go and tell Prince Rui that the floating bridge is almost finished, and ask him to come quickly!" There was a bit of urgency and expectation in his voice.

When the two heard this, they dared not delay and quickly found horses and rushed into the battlefield. They knew that every minute and every second at this moment was related to life and death.

The two armies fought hard, but it was obvious that the Ming army had the upper hand. The Ming army had a total of more than 16,000 people, divided into five units. They were in high spirits and had strong combat effectiveness. When Dorgon entered the pass, he brought nearly 20,000 soldiers and horses, but suffered heavy losses along the way. Hundreds of people died in the Miyun field battle, more than 500 infantry battles in Juyongguan and Huang Degong, nearly 2,000 people were lost when Ebilun was besieged, and 2,000 people were directly lost when Ajigenikan was killed. In addition, more than 1,000 bridge builders could not participate in the battle, and now there are less than 15,000 soldiers and horses that can really fight. Their morale is low, they are exhausted, and their combat effectiveness is greatly reduced.

If both sides are well fed and well rested, and the horses have rested enough, then the Ming army with the same number may not be a match for the Eight Banners. The reason is that the Ming army's coordinated combat ability is not as good as the Eight Banners; second, the combat effectiveness of the cavalry depends to a large extent on the horses. The Eight Banners' horses are fast and have strong endurance, so it is difficult for the Ming cavalry to take advantage. This is also why Dorgon dared to fight Huang Degong head-on in the wild. He thought that with the bravery of the Eight Banners and the advantage of the horses, he could easily defeat the Ming army.

But now the situation is different. The scorching heat and continuous fighting over the past few days have exhausted the Eight Banners soldiers, and the horses are even more exhausted. Their eyes have lost their former sharpness and light, replaced by fatigue and despair. Except for Dorgon's personal army and Ajige's troops who can barely fight after changing horses, the other cavalry can hardly move. More and more horses fell, and the Eight Banners soldiers had to dismount and fight on foot. They lost their former majesty and became embarrassed.

When the Ming army saw this opportunity, they were ecstatic! They rode their horses and rushed across the battlefield as if they were in an empty space. Their laughter and cheers were full of desire and joy for victory. They knew that at this moment, they were not far from victory.

"Report to Prince Rui! Mr. Fan wrote to say that the floating bridge is almost finished!" Dorgon was getting anxious when he received the news from Fan Wencheng. A glimmer of hope surged in his heart, as if he saw the dawn of retreat.

He took a look at the river and ordered loudly: "Tell Ajige to wait at the pontoon bridge! The rest of you hold your ground and cross the river in batches! Anyone who dares to retreat without authorization will be punished by military law!" His voice was filled with unquestionable majesty and determination. He knew that every minute and every second was crucial at this moment, and he had to hold his ground to buy time for retreat.

Before he finished speaking, he led two thousand soldiers to the river. His figure flashed across the battlefield like a flash of lightning, full of determination and courage. He knew that at this moment, he had to personally supervise the battle to ensure the smooth retreat.

The floating bridge on Fan Wencheng's side had already been built. On the other side stood dozens of shirtless Eight Banner soldiers risking their lives to cross the river. They pulled the floating bridge while fixing its position, and their figures looked particularly difficult and dangerous in the river. But they did not retreat, because they knew that this was their only way to survive.

"Prince Rui, please cross the river quickly!" Fan Wencheng shouted anxiously at the bridge. His voice was filled with urgency and expectation. He hoped that Dorgon could cross the river as soon as possible to ensure the smooth retreat.

Dorgon looked back at Ajige and found that he had been surrounded by the Ming army. He had run out of arrows and swords, and he was fighting hand-to-hand with the Ming army. The Ming army's war horses rushed around, and Ajige's soldiers fell one after another. The defense line was about to be broken. A trace of grief and helplessness surged in Dorgon's heart. He knew that Ajige might not be able to retreat alive.

Fan Wencheng stamped his feet anxiously: "Prince Rui, time waits for no one! Victory and defeat are common in the military. We can make a comeback if we return to Liaodong!" His voice was filled with anxiety and pleading. He hoped that Dorgon could make a decision as soon as possible to ensure the smooth retreat. Dorgon sighed and said, "It's all my fault that I lost Jingzhou because I was too careless! Now the defeat is certain. I'm afraid the Zhengbai Banner will no longer exist!" His voice was filled with self-blame and helplessness. He knew that at this moment, he could no longer save the defeat. But he still hoped to retreat with the remaining troops to preserve his strength.

After saying that, he dismounted and led his horse onto the floating bridge. The bridge was relatively simple and riding a horse would easily cause problems, so his personal soldiers also dismounted and lined up in turn to wait for the crossing. Their figures on the bridge seemed particularly difficult and dangerous, but they did not retreat, because they knew that this was their only way to survive.

Nalan Jiben, Ji Zisheng, Jiang Taiwei, Bakeyong, Shi Shouhong and others were all anxious when they saw Dorgon trying to escape. They had been preparing for this battle for a long time. How could they let the enemy run away with so many casualties? Their hearts were filled with resentment and anger. They hoped to catch up with Dorgon and destroy him in one fell swoop.

"The whole army retreats fifty steps and then lines up horizontally to charge the enemy!" Ji Zisheng shouted loudly, waving his sword and leading the soldiers carrying the flag to start a roundabout encirclement. There was some determination and courage in his voice. He knew that at this moment, they had to go all out to catch up with Dorgon.

More than 3,000 cavalrymen followed him. Nalan Jiben, Jiang Taiwei, Bakeyong and others also understood his intention and led their troops to retreat and prepare to attack. Their figures flashed across the battlefield like lightning, full of determination and courage.

Ajige took this opportunity to break out and rode his horse towards the pontoon bridge. He looked at Dorgon and Fan Wencheng on the other side of the river and had only one thought in his mind: Cross the river quickly! Then destroy the pontoon bridge so that the Ming army can't catch up! His heart was filled with anxiety and expectation. He hoped that Dorgon could cross the river as soon as possible to ensure the smooth retreat.

But Shi Shouhong did not follow the others to form a battle array. He hid alone and muttered to himself, not knowing what he was thinking. There was a complex light flashing in his eyes, as if he was thinking about some important decision. He knew that at this moment, his choice would determine his fate and future.

The Eight Banners soldiers were stationed in a semicircle along the river. Although they were exhausted, they still held their ground. More than 10,000 Ming soldiers were surrounding them and staring at them eagerly. Their eyes were full of desire and joy for victory.

Jiang Taiwei rode out on his horse, held his sword in his hand and shouted to the sky, "The Ming army is mighty!" His voice resounded through the sky like thunder, filled with pride and confidence in the Ming army.

"The Ming army is mighty!" Hundreds of Ming soldiers responded in unison. Their voices surged like the waves of the sea, filled with the desire and joy for victory.

Soon thousands of Ming troops joined in the shouting, which became louder and louder: "The Ming army is mighty!" Their voices resounded through the sky like a tsunami, filled with pride and confidence in the Ming army.

Finally, more than 10,000 Ming soldiers shouted in unison. The sound was so loud that it shook the heavens and reached the sky! Their voices were as beautiful as the sound of nature, full of joy and pride for victory. They knew that at this moment, they had won!
"Kill!" With the order, the Ming army rushed to the Eight Banners' positions like a tide. A fierce fight started again... The battlefield was full of swords and blood. The morale of the Ming army was high and the fighting power was strong. They rushed to the Eight Banners' positions like a tiger descending from the mountain.
Jiang Taiwei pulled the reins hard, and the majestic warhorse seemed to sense the master's determination, and instantly turned around, like an arrow from a bow, and rushed straight to the formation of the Eight Banners Army. In the sun, his armor shone with a cold light, and his brows revealed an unquestionable determination. Under his leadership, 15,000 cavalrymen charged out at the same time, and the army moved as fast as a gust of wind sweeping across the grassland. They formed a semicircular formation, with the sharp front end pointing directly to the center of the circle, and the momentum of the charge was like thousands of arrows fired at the same time, with great momentum.

The sun was high in the sky, its rays blazing hot, scorching the earth. The Ming army was like a rolling black cloud, pressing towards the city, and even the earth seemed to be dimmed by this momentum. The ground was shaking, as if the mountains were shaking, and the surrounding grass and trees were trembling with fear, as if they were afraid of the coming storm. The rumbling sound of horse hooves was like a war drum beating in the chest, each sound was inspiring and exciting, and the heartbeat resonated with the sound of horse hooves, playing a magnificent war song.

It was getting closer and closer, almost right in front of us, and suddenly, the galloping horse had rushed in front of us. At the moment when the two armies clashed, time seemed to freeze, the wind stopped, the clouds were still, and only the tension and anticipation of the impending collision remained between heaven and earth. If there was a magic spell to freeze the picture, this moment would be recorded forever and become an eternal historical moment.

The Ming army's horses panted heavily, their hooves pressed tightly against the ground, as if every inch of the land was trembling under their anger. The soldiers' eyes flashed with a resolute light, which was a desire for victory and the protection of their homeland. In the flash of swords and shadows, they pointed directly at the enemy's leader, and every action revealed determination and courage.

On the other hand, the Jiannu's horses looked exhausted, and the soldiers were terrified, their hands were shaking, and they kept looking back, completely at a loss. Their eyes revealed confusion and despair, as if they had already foreseen the impending defeat. After this moment of stillness, time flowed again, and with a loud bang, the two armies collided violently, as if the heaven and earth were also shaken.

The Ming cavalry rushed like a tiger down a mountain, quickly breaking through the enemy's defenses. Soldiers leaped up, blood splattered everywhere, and many lost their lives before they fell to the ground. Horses collided, people and horses fell, and the battlefield was in chaos. But those who fell quickly got up and desperately fled to the floating bridge to survive. In their eyes, there was only the desire to survive.

This first charge completely disintegrated the enemy's defenses. The Jiannu army was demoralized and exhausted, and they only wanted to go home. At this critical moment of life and death, there were very few real warriors, and they were obviously not one of them. Even the warriors of the Qing Dynasty, the elite of the Eight Banners, and the soldiers of the Plain White Banner all gave up resistance and just wanted to escape. The Ming army was like a god descending from heaven. How could mortals resist? Their bravery and determination frightened the enemy.

The Eight Banners Army was in chaos, running forward and backward, trampling on each other, and suffering heavy casualties. Those soldiers who had not yet escaped to the river were squeezed on the shore and could not move, and were in a dilemma. Their eyes were full of despair and fear, as if they had seen their own fate. Some smart soldiers took off their armor and helmets, hoping to have a glimmer of hope. But in the eyes of the Ming army, these unarmored soldiers were as fragile as lambs to be slaughtered. In the blink of an eye, they were swallowed up by the swords and turned into a wisp of light smoke on the battlefield.

The Ming army was divided into two teams, the front and the back. The front team was responsible for suppressing the enemy and forcing them to retreat; the back team dismounted and fought on foot to finish off the remaining enemies. The bloody smell filled the entire battlefield, as if even the air was stained with blood. Suddenly, bird guns rang out, and several Ming cavalrymen fell down. It turned out that the Eight Banners soldiers next to the floating bridge formed a formation to defend themselves, using spears to resist the attack of the Ming army. Their eyes revealed determination and tenacity, as if they were willing to protect the floating bridge with their lives.

The cavalry charge was blocked, and the casualties were not small. The generals did not dare to move forward easily. But Jiang Taiwei was not afraid. After killing many enemies, he rushed to the infantry formation of Jiannu alone. There was only the light of victory in his eyes, as if he wanted to kill all the enemies. Ajige was surrounded by many enemies. He struggled to break free and staggered towards the pontoon bridge. His face was full of fear and despair, as if he had seen his end.

Dorgon and Fan Wencheng shouted his name anxiously on the other side of the river, their voices full of urgency. Their eyes revealed worry and helplessness, as if they could not change the outcome of the war. However, before Ajige could reach the bridge, he was caught up by the Ming cavalry, and his fate seemed doomed.

Shi Shouhong took action immediately upon seeing this. He ordered 200 cavalrymen to put on heavy armor, change from light cavalry to heavy cavalry, and rush directly to the enemy formation. Their figures were like a torrent of steel, unstoppable. The spear defense lines collapsed at the impact of the heavy cavalry, and the enemy army quickly disintegrated as the men and horses advanced together. Shi Shouhong even personally locked onto Ajige. Although the two had never met, their hatred was as deep as the sea. The grievances during the Wanli period were finally settled today. He galloped on his horse, and in a flash of the knife, Ajige fell off his horse and died. His eyes were full of unwillingness and despair, as if he could not accept this cruel reality. But war is so ruthless that it will not leave any room for anyone.

The sharp sword of the Qi family flashed coldly under the sunlight, like a silver dragon flying across the battlefield. It seemed to have spirituality, aiming at the gap in Ajige's armor and stabbing in from behind. The tip of the sword was like the light of dawn, directly piercing his heart. Ajige, the once majestic general, turned around suddenly, his face full of astonishment and confusion. He didn't even see who the enemy was. His eyes, which were once full of murderous intent, gradually became dull, and the whole person seemed to have lost his soul. Slowly, slowly, he fell into endless darkness, like a bright star suddenly extinguished.

Dorgon, who was on the other side of the river, saw this scene with his eyes wide open, his eye sockets almost bursting, the pain in his heart was like a river bursting its banks, it was indescribable. He watched Ajige fall, but he was powerless, only sadness and anger were left in his heart, surging in his chest like oil boiling on fire. At this moment, he seemed to be able to feel the last bit of struggle and unwillingness in Ajige's life, and the feeling of powerlessness almost suffocated him.

Shi Shouhong's mouth curled up into a cold smile, a smile that was a mixture of the pleasure of revenge and the excitement of fighting. While drawing his sword, he suddenly pulled the reins, and the warhorse seemed to respond to his will, soaring into the air, and stepped heavily on Ajige's body with its front hooves, making a crisp and heart-pounding sound of breaking, which was the horn of victory and the final chapter of fate.

"The Ming Dynasty has been avenged today!" Ajige, the enemy who once made the Ming Dynasty's borders tremble, was finally completely wiped out and turned into a pool of blood and flesh, a horrible sight. Shi Shouhong held up his long sword, riding on his horse, majestic and awe-inspiring, his figure seemed to merge with the world at this moment, he shouted: "Those who surrender will not be killed!" This voice was deep and powerful, like the reappearance of Li Chengliang in the past, shaking everyone's heart, frightening the Jiannu soldiers so much that their bones softened, and the fear surged into their hearts like ice again.

"Those who surrender will not be killed!" The Ming army also shouted in unison, the sound resounding through the sky and echoing in every corner of the battlefield. When the remnants of the Eight Banners heard this, their faith collapsed, they threw away their weapons, knelt on the ground, and chose to surrender. In their eyes, there was a desire for survival and confusion about the future.

The noise on the battlefield slowly died down. Dorgon watched all this from the other side of the river, feeling heartbroken and almost suffocated. He knew that the situation was hopeless and no matter how hard he tried, he could not save the defeat. So he decisively cut the ropes of the floating bridge and fled south with more than a thousand soldiers, like a lost dog. Their backs stretched out in the sunset, looking particularly desolate.

"Don't let Dorgon run away! Pull the bridge back quickly with ropes!" Shi Shouhong was quick-witted and ordered loudly. His voice was full of determination and unquestionable. The soldiers acted quickly. Although the pontoon bridge was washed away for a distance, it was soon pulled up again with their efforts, as if it was a symbol of the unyielding will of the Ming Dynasty.

Taking this opportunity, Shi Shouhong, Jiben, Zisheng, Bakeyong and Taiwei gathered together. Their faces were full of fatigue and excitement after the battle, and their eyes were shining with wisdom. Zisheng looked around the battlefield and said in a heavy tone: "Although Dorgon only brought more than a thousand people to escape, they are all elite among the elite. One person can be as good as a hundred of us." Jiben and Taiwei nodded in agreement, and their eyes revealed their recognition and concern for Dorgon's strength.

Buckyon was thinking about his own plans. He thought, if I were to chase, I would have to be slow to avoid losses. After all, saving myself was the most important thing. Shi Shouhong squinted at everyone. His eyes were deep and firm, as if he could see through everyone's mind. He said, "I have an idea. I wonder if it will work?"

"Tell us what you say, and let us hear it." Taiwei urged, his tone filled with a hint of urgency, and he was obviously full of expectations for Shi Shouhong's plan.

"Each of our troops will send out 600 people, which together will be an army of 3,000. I will lead the team personally to pursue Dorgon. If we catch him, the credit will be shared by all of us; if we fail, our loss will not be too great." Shi Shouhong slowly spoke out his plan. Although his voice was not loud, it was full of confidence and determination.

Except for Jiben, everyone else thought this plan was good and agreed. Jiben originally wanted to ask Huang Degong to help, but distant water could not quench immediate thirst, so he finally agreed to Shi Shouhong's arrangement. He knew that this was the best option at the moment.

After a short rest, Shi Shouhong led 3,000 troops to chase after Dorgon along his escape route. Their figures stretched out in the afterglow of the setting sun, like a series of tenacious arrows, shooting towards the unknown distance.

"Great victory at Wenyu River!" The news flew into the Qianqing Palace as if it had wings. The eunuch who was in charge of the messenger ran in excitedly, holding the report high in his hand, his face filled with uncontrollable joy, and he shouted loudly.

Lin Xiaofeng was discussing state affairs with the cabinet ministers. When he heard the good news, he immediately became energetic. The Ming army inside the pass had not won such a beautiful victory for a long time. The significance of this victory was extraordinary. It not only boosted the morale of the army and the people, but also brought a ray of hope for the future of the Ming Dynasty.

Guo Tianyang quickly handed the report to Lin Xiaofeng, who smiled and asked him to read it out for everyone to hear. Guo Tianyang unfolded the report, cleared his throat, and began to describe the battle situation: "Huang Degong led an army of 50,000 and defeated the Jiannu army south of Juyongguan Pass. He chased them all the way to Wenyu River, where he killed Ajige. Dorgon fled with more than a thousand soldiers. Now Shi Shouhong has been sent to lead troops to pursue them. They have killed nearly 10,000 enemies, captured thousands of people, and seized a large number of horses and weapons..."

After listening to it, Guo Tianyang excitedly raised the candy newspaper above his head, said with tears in his eyes: "Congratulations, Your Majesty! This victory will surely make the whole government and the people rejoice!" Li Banghua and other cabinet ministers also congratulated Lin Xiaofeng, and they all had smiles of relief and excitement on their faces.

Lin Xiaofeng took the intelligence, looked at it carefully, and then said: "This victory is not the credit of me alone, but the result of the soldiers fighting bravely and the ministers working together." His tone was full of emotion and humility. He knew that this victory was hard-won and was the result of everyone's joint efforts.

Then he asked about the casualties, and the eunuch replied: "The exact number of casualties has not yet been counted, but the preliminary estimate is that there are about 5,000 to 6,000 people. Among them, the infantry under the command of Jingnan Bo suffered the heaviest casualties."

After listening to this, Lin Xiaofeng lowered his head silently, feeling somewhat worried. The strength of the Ming army, especially the lack of cavalry and war horses, made him feel very uneasy. He knew that the road ahead was still long, and they needed to make more efforts to achieve victory.

When asked how to deal with the surrendered Jiannu soldiers, Li Banghua and others also felt a little tricky. Although this victory made people happy, it also exposed many shortcomings of the Ming army. Lin Xiaofeng knew that the road ahead was still long, and they needed to consider every decision more carefully to ensure the long-term stability of the Ming Dynasty. He looked at the sky outside the window, his heart full of expectations and determination for the future. (End of this chapter)