The evil forces roaming the heavens

Chapter 1244 Daishan: "Woo, woo, woo, they're all gone, all gone!"

On the vast Liaodong Plain, two armies were chasing each other.
Daishan was running wildly in panic. He knew that a large army was chasing him.

When Dangshan was about to lead two flags to fight back against this blind creature, the scout said in panic: "Brother, that is a banner to recruit troops, Jia Jue!"

"What? That thing came after us personally?"

Hearing the scout's words, Daishan turned around and said, "Run, run!"

Seeing Daishan doing this, the Niulu Ezhen beside him also breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking back to the past, they had more than 20,000 men under their command, with the red flag and the bordered red flag flying high, but what was the result?
Zhang Cheng, who led 300 people, told them what it meant that the advantage is on you, but the victory or failure depends on me!
Daishan kept sending his troops to chase after him, trying to distract Zhang Cheng. But Zhang Cheng ignored the Tartars and kept chasing after Daishan.
Looking at the pursuers getting closer and closer behind him, Daishan roared with bloodshot eyes: "Two thousand men of the Red Banner, stop him!"

Daishan spoke with great grief and indignation. He knew that the Red Banner had suffered serious damage in the last battle. If they could defeat another 2,000 men this time, the battle would be almost over.

But is there anything he can do? No, although the Zhenghong Banner still retains its combat effectiveness, this is his foundation. It is better for the Xianghong Banner to suffer than for everyone else to suffer!

After hearing Daishan's military order, the Niulu Ezhen of the Bordered Red Banner fell silent.
But in the next second, they all said, "Your servants obey your orders!"

Turning around resolutely, the Red Banner began to rush to the battlefield where there was no life or death.

Looking at the Tartar who suddenly turned in front of him, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but frown, with a ferocious look in his eyes, and said: "Are you thinking of cutting the meat now? Is this pure red or inlaid red?"

"Red flag! Kill!"

There was a roar, and the Niulu Ezhen in front immediately drew out the long swords at their waists and roared.

"kill!"

Raising their sharp blades, the red-flagged Tartars roared in anger.

“Is it actually a red flag?”

Looking at the roaring Tartars in front of him, Zhang Cheng could not help but tightly grasp the Liuhe spear, with a cold light in his eyes.

"Daqian."

With a roar, Zhang Cheng raised the Liuhe spear in his hand.

"Wonderful victory, ten thousand victory!"

Amid the shouts, sharp blades were drawn, and the soldiers began to meet the attack from the front.

It began to spread like a tide, and the Krieg soldiers drew their spears, their eyes becoming extremely cold.
"boom!"

The cavalry charged, and men from both sides kept falling off their horses.
Brandishing the Liuhe spear in his hand, Zhang Cheng continued to kill, but he roared wildly: "Daishan, you abandoned them, and your people will die under my horse's hooves and turn into dust, hahahaha!"

"From today on, the Red Banner will be completely extinct, Daishan!"

As the roar resounded through the sky, Daishan looked back and saw the Red Banner tribesmen falling one after another, and the flag that was held high was broken and fell to the ground.
"what!"

Daishan roared hysterically. He could no longer express his grief and anger with words. His whole body was shaking. He even ignored his injuries and rushed back with his sword drawn.
They tried desperately to stop Daishan, but the generals of the Zhenghong Banner shouted, "Brother, if you go back now, the people of the Xianghong Banner will have died in vain!"

Hearing the words coming from beside him, Daishan cried with tears in his eyes: "Jia Jue, I will definitely kill you!"

After several rounds of charging, there were less than a hundred of the more than 2,000 soldiers under the Red Banner left.

Looking at the Red Banner that had completely lost its fighting power, Zhang Cheng stuck the Liuhe spear in his hand into the ground and said: "Your flag owner has completely given up on you. Instead of fighting to the death until now, you might as well surrender to the court."

Zhang Cheng spoke with a smile on his face, his face was full of "hypocritical" kindness.

Because he surrendered the Red Banner in order to prepare for his complete rule over them in the future.
It didn't matter whether to kill these hundred people or not, but Liaodong must be completely under his control. "Southerners, do you think we will wag our tails and beg for mercy from you? Hahahaha, we warriors of the Red Banner are not cowards, and we will not be like you, becoming slaves under the blades of my Jurchens."

Looking at the gaping sword, the leader Niulu Ezhen started to mock.

"Hahahaha, hahaha, ah hahaha."

As if hearing a joke, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but raise his head to cover his face, then slowly lowered his head and said, "Say your name!"

"Red Banner, Niulu Ezhen, Geertai!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Geertai spoke with a domineering look on his face.
"After defeating the Jurchens, I will find your relatives and kill them one by one, even the children who are not taller than the wheels!"

Looking at Geertai coldly, Zhang Cheng used Manchu when he said this.
Looking at Zhang Cheng angrily, Geertai roared: "You are so cruel, you will be cursed by the Shaman God."

"But God cannot punish me!"

Pointing at the sky, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but roar,

As he finished speaking, the Krieg cavalrymen behind him immediately rushed forward.

"Kill them all, leaving no one behind!"

Zhang Cheng roared, his eyes turned cold.

After a light of a lamp, the last person of the Red Banner fell in a pool of blood.

Cao Wenzhao picked up the red-bordered flag and handed it to Zhang Cheng.
Looking at the torn cloth, Zhang Cheng turned around and said coldly: "Pack up and return to the army!"

Seeing Zhang Cheng who was in a bad mood, Cao Wenzhao immediately nodded and began to let the soldiers clean up the battlefield.

After fleeing back to Shengjing in a panic, Daishan appeared in the court covered in wounds.

Looking at Daishan in front of them, the generals of various Jurchen tribes were dumbfounded, because is this still the same brave eldest prince?
"Daishan, what happened to you? Did Daqian send troops to attack again?"

Looking at Daishan, Nurhaci asked,
"Father Khan, the red banner, the red banner has been destroyed, wuwuwuwu, it's all destroyed!"

Looking at Nurhaci in front of him, Daishan was crying heartbroken.
"What? Red flag?"

Looking at Daishan in shock, not only Nurhaci was dumbfounded, but even many Nuzhen generals were shocked.

You know, they have only been in charge of Liaodong for a short time since they defeated Daqian's 300,000-strong army eight years ago. However, Daishan actually defeated the Red Banner in one battle. You know, there were 7,500 soldiers in total!

"It's not human, Father Khan, there are monsters in Daqian"

Daishan didn't know how to explain to Nurhaci.
Looking at Daishan angrily, Nurhaci roared: "Even if he is not a human, this is not the reason for your defeat. How will the people of the Red Banner see you?"

Roaring, Nurhaci immediately said: "Hand over the red flag to Yuetuo, you get out!"

Slamming the table and roaring in anger, Nurhaci rushed forward and kicked Daishan fiercely.

Because even if he let a pig be the commander, he wouldn't destroy the Red Banner. Is Daishan dumber than a pig?
And it was precisely because Daishan pretended to be miserable that he did not lose the jurisdiction of the Zhenghong Banner even though he was reprimanded.
But he forgot to tell Nurhaci that the Mongols who were deceived by him were coming to the "Confrontation Road" happily, but they didn't know what kind of monster they would encounter next!

Amid the blazing fire, the Mongolian cavalry rushed into the military camp, burning and killing people wantonly.

But when they rushed into the middle tent, they discovered something: where were the people? Where was Daishan?
"Whoosh!"

Arrows rained down, and the Mongolian cavalry, who were like turtles in a jar, suddenly thought of a saying: they would not believe what the Tartars said!

(End of this chapter)