"Kill! Kill these dogs!"

Dense spears stabbed out in unison, with hatred for revenge, at the arrogant Eight Banners soldiers.

The stabbed Eight Banners soldier fell to the ground instantly.

The Ming army marched in orderly steps and began to narrow the encirclement.

With every step they took, an Eight Banners soldier would fall.

With every attack, the armor-piercing spear is tinged with the pleasure of revenge.

This feeling is contagious like a plague, and those who are infected begin to fall into excitement.

"kill!"

Amid the roars, the resistance of the Eight Banners soldiers was weaker than a mantis, and they fell and died one after another.

A quarter of an hour later, Ebilun and more than a thousand Jiannu soldiers were slaughtered.

After dealing with Ebilun, Huang Degong breathed a sigh of relief.

As of this moment, he has completed 90% of his mission.

First, he pinned down Dorgon, then he attacked Huailai Wei, then he defeated Duoduo, and finally he returned to the interior of the country for a decisive battle with Dorgon.

As for the remaining 10% of the task, it is to annihilate Dorgon.

Infantry was unable to accomplish this task, so it had to be left to cavalry.

Huang Degong looked at the dust in the distance and sighed: "The hard work is all ours. I hope Ma Dai can seize this opportunity to make merit and get more credit for us."

Weng Zhiqi also sighed: "The Jiannu are already exhausted, and defeat is a matter of time. Unfortunately, we have too few cavalry. How many heads can Ma Dai's cavalry chop off? I guess the credit this time will go to either Liu Wenyao or Bakeyong."

“Even Wang Yongji couldn’t beat them.”

Qiu Yue took off his helmet, sweat immediately dripping down his face. He unbuttoned his armor and said to Huang Degong, "General, didn't the court say that military merit should be counted? Does this count?"

Huang Degong didn't know the answer either.

He didn't say anything, but turned around and told everyone to clean up the battlefield.

......

Ma Dai, who was in pursuit, turned around and asked Wang Yongji: "Governor Wang, if the enemy retreats, I advance; if the enemy advances, I retreat; if the enemy tires, I attack. What does that mean?"

"Literally!" Wang Yongji answered while controlling the distance while staring at the Eight Banners soldiers in the distance.

Literal meaning?

Ma Dai was a little confused and looked to the left and right wings.

The Ming cavalry was divided into three armies: left, center and right. The left wing was led by Bakeong of the Guanning Army; the right wing was led by Liu Wenyao, the governor of the Beijing Camp; and the center army was composed of him and Wang Yongji.

The three armies followed Dorgon and maintained a pursuit posture.

"stop!"

Seeing Dorgon's army stop, Wang Yongji immediately followed suit.

"kill!"

Less than a breath after stopping, Wang Yongji rushed forward waving his saber.

Ma Dai didn't dare to stop and rushed forward.

The Eight Banners soldiers who were about to feed water to their horses suddenly panicked and mounted their horses and continued to run forward.

Ran another two miles.

After Ajige wiped the sweat from his forehead, he could not help but come to Dorgon and said, "Fourteenth brother, the weather is too hot. The Ming army is like a thorn in our side. This is not a solution!"

"Hmm..." Dorgon nodded deeply, but there was nothing he could do.

Before the battle, he was full of confidence, thinking that he could escape even if he was defeated.

But reality slaps me in the face.

The Ming army's strategy was simple: no one should rest.

They ran and the Ming army chased them.

They rested and the Ming army attacked.

When they counterattacked, the Ming army would fight back. If they could defeat them, they would beat them. If they couldn't, they would make a detour and pursue them again.

If both sides were at the same starting line, this strategy would be very disadvantageous to the Ming army.

Because the Eight Banners soldiers' horses were better than those of the Ming army, when the Ming army's horses were exhausted, their horses could still fight.

But the reality is that most of the Eight Banners soldiers participated in the siege of the Ming army's infantry phalanx.

The weather was hot, and coupled with continuous fighting, both the men and the horses were exhausted.

Especially the war horses, they are almost reaching their limit.

Now, except for his personal troops and the infantry and baggage soldiers taken away by Fan Wencheng, everyone else is in urgent need of rest.

Dorgon stretched out his hand and called a scout over and asked, "I remember there is a small river ahead. The warhorses can jump over it if they gather strength. Mr. Fan and his men should be close to the river if they leave early. Tell Mr. Fan immediately to deploy defenses on the other side of the river after they cross the river."

After much thought, Dorgon could only think of using this method to temporarily stop the Ming army.

Two thousand infantry and baggage soldiers, plus more than two thousand personal soldiers, can completely hold the river.

Especially his personal troops, who had not participated in the attack on the infantry before, so the speed and endurance of the war horses, and the physical strength and spirit of the personnel were still maintained well, and they could even engage in field battles with enemies twice their number.

"Hoo!" Before the scout could walk away, a rider came galloping towards them from a distance.

"Report! Your Excellency Prince Rui, Mr. Fan ordered me to deliver a letter. There is a river three miles ahead. This river is a tributary of the Wenyu River and is called the Nansha River. It rained heavily a few days ago and the river water has risen sharply. People can't walk and horses can't cross!"

"What?" Dorgon, who was always calm, turned pale in an instant.

It did rain a few days ago, and he was happy at that time.

After all, heavy rain would prevent the Ming army from using firearms, which would be beneficial for siege.

But now it seems that the heavy rain was simply going to kill him!

"Have you found any trace of the Ming army on the other side of the river?" After all, Dorgon was the leader of the Plain White Banner, and having experienced many battles, he quickly regained his composure.

"No. Mr. Fan has sent troops to find a way up and down the Nansha River."

"It's too late!" Dorgon looked back at the tired Eight Banners soldiers.

Under the scorching sun.

The war horses were moving slower and slower, and some of the Eight Banners soldiers even began to fall behind.

The water in their water bags had long been drunk up, and the armor on their bodies began to turn white and yellow due to the sweat.

If we don't rest and regroup, the entire army will be wiped out.

"I remember there is a stone bridge called Chaozong Bridge downstream. Let Mr. Fan send troops to occupy the bridge! Quickly!"

At Dorgon's roar, the scouts whipped their horses and galloped away.

"Hetala Ajigenikan!" Dorgon shouted to the people around him. (Not Ajige!!!)

"Here I am!" Ajigenikan urged his horse to speed up and came to Dorgon's side.

Dorgon looked at Ajigenikan reluctantly and said, "This is the time when the Zhengbai Banner is in danger. I will give you two thousand soldiers and horses. You must find a way to stop the pursuing Ming army!"