Southern Ming Rebel Army

On the battlefield, the Qing army's flags fell one after another, and the Green Camp soldiers fled in panic. Their defense line had been completely broken, and countless Green Camp soldiers were chased by Zhou's army and fled in panic, abandoning their armor and helmets.

The chaotic situation was out of control. The Green Camp soldiers' cries of fear and the sounds of fighting intertwined, like a terrifying hell. In this situation, even if Han Xin came in person, he could not save the battle situation that had already been completely defeated.

The battlefield was littered with the corpses and debris of the Qing soldiers, and the blood dyed the earth red. The defeated Qing soldiers were pale and their eyes were full of fear. They realized that this battle was a complete failure. Countless soldiers chose to surrender, while others chose to continue to run away, hoping to escape and save their lives.

Lekedehun had stood there in a daze. There were still more than 30,000 Green Camp soldiers in the rear, but they had no power to resist and had retreated on all fronts. The 1,500-man Mongolian supervising team was caught between the two camps and was drowned in the endless defeated soldiers without even a wave of resistance.

Lekedehun escaped from the platform after being dragged by more than ten Goshahas, and rode his warhorse towards Jiangning. However, Lekedehun's way was blocked by the fleeing soldiers everywhere. Even the precious horse under his crotch could not run fast enough. The Goshaha beside him whipped his horse frantically to drive away the defeated soldiers who blocked his way.

Gao Jinku looked panic-stricken. When the navy bombarded him, he was almost taken away by a wave of artillery. At this time, Gao Jinku was in a miserable state, without a horse, and with only dozens of personal guards beside him.

At this time, Gao Jinku was lamenting that the fortune he had saved with great difficulty was lost today. Just as Gao Jinku was running away in distress, still thinking about where to run to avoid being chased, a whip suddenly hit Gao Jinku's shoulder, catching him off guard and falling to the ground.

Gao Jinku yelled angrily: "Which bastard dares to hit me!" He cursed while struggling to get up from the ground. When he looked up and saw the person in front of him, he was stunned, his mouth opened wide, and he couldn't say a word. It turned out that the person in front of him was Lekedehun, the Prince of Duoluo Shuncheng, and the person who beat him was his personal guard.

When Lekedehun heard Gao Jinku's shouting and cursing, he just glanced at him coldly, then waved his whip and drove the horse forward.

Gao Jinku looked at Lekedehun's cold eyes and knew that he was in big trouble this time.

Gao Jinku's confidant came over and said, "General, do you think the prince will cause you trouble after you return to Jiangning?"

Gao Jinku gritted his teeth and said, "After this great defeat, whether Jiangning can hold on is another matter. How can he have time to cause trouble for me?"

The confidant's eyes turned when he heard this, and he said, "General, if we fail, will the prince use us as scapegoats?"

Gao Jinku thought that these days only those who have soldiers are the masters. Now the battlefield is in chaos and his subordinates are scattered. In the face of the great defeat, there must be a culprit. Zhang Guoliang was born in the Han Army Banner, and Lekedehun would definitely not take him as the culprit. Yang Wulie surrendered again. Damn it, he would not really take me as the culprit, right?

The more Gao Jinku thought about it, the more he felt that it made sense. His originally fast pace gradually stopped because of his inner struggle. He thought to himself: Why not just surrender! After all, doing so can at least save his life! However, when he changed his mind, if he surrendered like this, even if he didn't die, he would probably have no future at all in this life.

Gao Jinku looked at Lekedehun who was not far ahead, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. He secretly thought: If he could capture Prince Lekedehun alive and present him to Meng Jun as his "letter of surrender", wouldn't it be a great achievement!

Moreover, the current situation has changed, and Jiangning City will definitely not be able to be defended this time. If a situation of dividing the river and governing separately can be formed, perhaps it can still last for a hundred years like the former Song Dynasty.

Thinking of this, Gao Jinku's heart was filled with joy, and the frustration of the defeat was swept away. It seemed as if he saw a bright future of his own rapid advancement and success.

Although there are risks, Gao Jinku knows that in life, sometimes you have to take risks to achieve greater success. So he made up his mind and decided to give it a try...

Gao Jinku made up his mind and whispered something to the guards beside him. In the surprised eyes of the guards, Gao Jinku gripped the knife handle tightly, and if anyone dared to disobey, he would be beheaded on the spot.

Under Gao Jinku's fierce gaze, none of the twenty or so guards dared to raise any objections. Then Gao Jinku hurriedly pushed away the defeated soldiers who were blocking the way and rushed towards Lekedehun.

When Lekedehun heard a noisy sound from behind, he looked behind him in confusion, only to see Gao Jinku and more than twenty people rushing towards him.

Gao Jinku could already see Lekedehun's expression at this time. Seeing his look of doubt and suspicion, Gao Jinku had a quick wit and shouted: "I will protect the prince!"

Seeing that they were getting closer and closer, Gao Jinku's heart was in his throat, and his hand involuntarily clenched the handle of the knife, but Lekedehun was not a fool. No one could be trusted at this time. Goshha beside him shouted angrily: "General Gao, you stop immediately, organize the fleeing soldiers, stop the enemy army, and cover the rear of the prince!"

Gao Jinku turned a deaf ear and continued to charge forward. Lekedehun's face changed and he shouted, "Let's go!"

When Gao Jinku heard Lekedehun's words, his arm muscles tensed, he drew out his long sword, gathered all his strength, and with a roar, he threw the long sword forward. The long sword stabbed Lekedehun's horse like lightning.

The warhorse was caught off guard and was stabbed by the long sword. It immediately let out a mournful cry and threw itself off the horse. Lekedehun was caught off guard and fell to the ground in dismay. Goshha beside him was horrified and quickly dismounted to help Lekedehun up.

Just after a little delay, Gao Jinku caught up with him. The Goshahas of Lekedehun all picked up their weapons and glared at Gao Jinku.

"You bastard, you want to rebel? I will kill all your clans," Lekedehun said viciously.

"Haha, I have no father or mother, only an old wife and one son. If I lose my wife, I can marry again, and if I lose my son, I can have another one. If I catch you, I will have wealth and glory for ten lifetimes." Gao Jinku didn't care about Lekedehun's threat. After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and Gao Jinku's personal guards and Lekedehun's Goshaha started fighting.

But how could the Goshaha of the Qing Dynasty Prince be compared with Gao Jinku's personal guards? In the fight, Gao Jinku's personal guards were at a disadvantage. Gao Jinku was shocked to see that more than 20 people could not win against a dozen people. Seeing the critical situation, Gao Jinku shouted to the fleeing soldiers around him: "This man is the Prince of the Qing Dynasty. Capture him, we will surrender King Zhou, and we don't have to flee in embarrassment. We will have a lifetime of wealth and glory. Which warrior is willing to take a chance!"

Upon hearing this, some of the fleeing soldiers around quickened their pace, wanting to leave this dangerous place, while others showed signs of being tempted. Among Gao Jinku Xiyi, several people picked up knives, and one of them shouted, "The brave will die of overeating, and the timid will die of starvation. I'm not running away anymore. Let's catch this Tartar king. Go ahead." After saying this, he picked up his knife and joined the battle. More and more fleeing soldiers joined in, until finally, Lekedehun was pinned to the ground. Lekedehun cursed incessantly, wishing he could eat his flesh alive!