Late Ming Dynasty: Oops, I am surrounded by the Donglin Party

At this moment, Kong Youde's inner frustration finally erupted.

Since entering the Pass this time, his troops have suffered heavy losses one after another. On the surface, he is always accused by the Manchurian Eight Banners leaders of being incapable of fighting, but doesn't he bear any responsibility for the commander's command mistakes?

Although he had complaints in his heart, Kong Youde never dared to express them in front of Dorgon.

His troops suffered heavy losses this time, and Kong Youde was grateful when Dorgon first ordered him to be in charge of supervising the battle.

Thinking of waiting for the war to end, he recruited a group of Han slaves captured in this war as fresh troops.

After all, he was a surrendered minister. The reason he was able to gain a foothold in the Jurchen court in the past was because of the military force he controlled.

If he didn't have these troops, who would care about Kong Youde?

His plan worked well, but he did not expect that the Jurchen heavy infantry and cavalry would retreat after fighting the Ming army for less than an hour.

Not only that, he was also ordered to join the battlefield. When Kong Youde first received the military order, he almost exploded.

In the end, he still held back. When you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.

But now, Kong Youde was treated as an abandoned pawn by Dorgon, and he finally couldn't bear it anymore!

In front of everyone around him, Kong Youde cursed Dorgon, even including Dorgon's eight generations of ancestors.

Although those Mongolian generals did not understand much, they knew that he was cursing. Although they were also very angry about being abandoned by Dorgon, Dorgon was extremely powerful after all, so they dared not speak out.

"Prince Gongshun! How could you do this? When I see His Royal Highness, I will definitely report you!" Captain Tong Gui angrily scolded Kong Youde.

Tong Gui looked down on the Han people. If Kong Youde had not been a king, he would have killed this reckless Han minister with a knife.

“We have to get rid of these Ming troops first.

Bah! Damn it, they are all crazy!" Kong Youde spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

Before Dorgon took the Jurchens away, he actually took their war horses with him. This is what really made Kong Youde angry.

There were 40,000 to 50,000 war horses in the entire military camp alone. The Jurchens who left with Dorgon numbered at most 20,000, but each of them had to ride two horses.

Kong Youde had every reason to suspect that Dorgon did it on purpose.

Because only in this way can this group of people truly delay the Ming army and give them enough time to leave calmly.

He now somewhat regretted surrendering to the Qing Dynasty in a fit of rage, thinking about the grievances he had suffered in the Qing court during this period, and now being abandoned by the Jurchens without hesitation, becoming a discarded pawn.

Kong Youde was extremely depressed.

"The Ming army is chasing us again, let's run quickly." A Mongolian general reminded.

Tong Gui waved his hand, and the 20,000 infantrymen who had just stopped to rest began to flee again.

The soldiers who had lost their fighting spirit and were frightened had completely lost their combat effectiveness. They were like sheep being chased by wolves and could only run away wildly.

Everyone knew very well that there was no way to survive if they fell behind.

Everyone understands that they don’t need to run fast, they just need to run faster than their colleagues.

They were very tired, but the Ming army would also be tired. As long as the group of slow runners could delay the Ming army and consume their physical strength, the remaining people would be able to survive.

But after more than half an hour, they finally realized that they were wrong.

Even though they had used all their strength to run, the Ming army behind them were like leeches at their heels, not only clinging to them tightly but also hacking and killing them tirelessly.

"Damn it, you are so far behind me in running!" A Ming army soldier, holding a sword, shouted at the man while chasing the enemy.

He had a wicked smile on his face, and although his face was covered in sweat and blood, he did not gasp for breath as if he was tired from the long journey while speaking.

Compared to him, the Mongolian Tartar he was chasing was already out of breath.

His helmet and weapons were lost somewhere, and most of his armor was taken off because it affected his running. At this moment, he was looking at the Ming army soldier with horror on his face.

He really couldn't run anymore.

"Hehe, thanks to Lord Bo who took us to do cross-country running with loads every day. Daniel, let me say that half of our military achievements should go to Lord Bo." Another soldier from the Beijing camp echoed.

At the beginning, Zhang Shikang led all the soldiers in the Beijing camp for morning exercises every day. At first, they just ran, but after everyone gradually got used to it, they started to add weights.

In the beginning, the soldiers of the Beijing Camp actually had complaints, and they didn't know why the admiral wanted to make things so difficult for them.

But after the battle of Jiazhuang, everyone understood the admiral's difficulties.

Being able to run is an advantage, and this advantage is more obvious in the military. As long as you are fast enough, if you can win, you can pursue the enemy relentlessly to expand the results of the battle. If you can't win, you can run in multiple directions.

If they encounter cavalry, they can hide in the woods. As long as they run fast enough and long enough, according to the admiral, they are theoretically invincible.

"Of course, who is Lord Bo? He is a rare genius in the Ming Dynasty!

You can see how much our Majesty values you, the Grand Marshal of the Army. After this battle, we may all become prosperous."

After all, the emperor is here in person, and the military achievements this time are all real, so the rewards will definitely be considerable.

Moreover, as a veteran, Sun Daniu was very perceptive. There were quite a few troops participating in the encirclement and suppression of the Jiannu this time. Not only were there Qin soldiers and Jizhou soldiers from Shaanxi, but also the 20,000 troops directly under Yang Sichang.

And these 20,000 people were all elite troops previously transferred from the Beijing Camp.

Now that Yang Sichang has fallen, according to their speculation, these troops will naturally return to the Beijing camp after the war.

If it were a year ago, perhaps Sun Daniu would not have had any thoughts, after all, they were elite.

But now it’s different. After half a year of Zhang Shikang’s crazy training, it’s not certain who the elite are.

When the time comes, the two armies will be merged into one. Since they cannot reach the senior generals, they will definitely have a chance to be promoted to middle or low-level generals.

Not only Sun Daniu, many old soldiers in the Beijing camp were actually thinking about this matter in their hearts.

The soldiers of the Beijing camp fought so hard this time, of course because of the emperor's personal presence, but there was also this consideration: if they performed well and earned more military merits, they might be able to get promoted.

The soldier called Da Niu walked towards the Mongolian Tartar with a knife in hand while chatting with his comrades.

At this time, they had already built up their momentum and were not afraid even when facing the Jurchens, let alone the frightened Mongols who had no weapons.

"That's true, but I was close to the uncle before, and I seemed to hear him call our Majesty 'brother'.

Isn't it strange? What is the relationship between our Lord and His Majesty?" The man also walked over with a knife in hand.

"What could that be? It must be the same as us, best buddies!

Hey, Lao Li, why is this Tartar kneeling? "

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