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

One side had no morale, while the other side was full of faith. Needless to say, the fighting situation was so fierce that as soon as the two sides met, the Jiannu people encountered a scene of massacre.

Many Tatars even began to retreat. After all, although there were many enemies in the rear, they were not as fierce as the enemies in front of them. Their eyes were red, and they felt that the other party was going to eat them alive just by looking at each other.

After more than 20,000 resentful troops joined the battlefield, the chase temporarily turned into a melee, but compared to the previous melee, the battlefield at this moment became one-sided.

This situation lasted for nearly an hour until Dorgon realized that if this continued, the Qing Dynasty would be finished.

He went to find Huang Taiji first, but only saw Huang Taiji with a frown on his face and falling into a coma.

Those Han civil servants were crying as if their loved ones had died, but Dorgon was just annoyed and killed Fan Wencheng with a single blow.

From the beginning to the end, they brothers never really trusted the Han people. These guys were all hypocritical.

Although his royal brother never expressed it, Dorgon knew in his heart that even his royal brother was only using these Han people.

In this battle, a man named Fan Wencheng participated in the whole process. Now that it has ended like this, he has already met his death.

After killing Fan Wencheng, Dorgon checked Huang Taiji's condition and found that Huang Taiji's forehead was dark and even his neck was black and purple. He felt that something was wrong.

He wanted to discuss matters with his other brothers. Ajige was dead, Dodo was dead, and Jirgalang had not been heard from for so long, so he was probably dead too.

He searched everywhere with a group of personal guards, but only found Prince Li Daishan.

"Second brother, His Majesty has fainted, I'm afraid he is useless!" Dorgon rarely showed a hint of joy.

In such a situation, Dorgon could only feel a sense of security when his blood relatives were by his side.

Dorgon had experienced many wars before, but he had never been defeated so badly as he was now. Naturally, he didn't know how to deal with the current situation.

The soldiers were all running around and no one listened to him.

Compared to Dorgon, who is only in his early thirties, Daishan, as Nurhaci's second son, is almost sixty years old this year.

Dorgon originally thought he could get reasonable advice, but Daishan's performance disappointed him greatly:

"Old Fourteen, I...all my sons are dead, and all my personal guards are dead too.

Wakda's body was scattered everywhere by the artillery fire, and I... I don't even know how to collect his body..."

Daishan was stunned by such a large number of artillery shells, but he was lucky that none of the shells hit him.

At the same time, he was also unfortunate. Dozens of his personal guards, including his fourth son Wakda, whom he had the highest hopes for after Yuetuo's death, all died in battle.

And it happened right before his eyes, so much so that Daishan began to doubt his life and wonder why he had to fight this war.

After all, over the years, the Ming Dynasty has hardly ever taken the initiative to attack them.

Dorgon angrily shouted:

"Second brother, you are ridiculous! What's the point of saying these things now? We can only seize this opportunity to kill that bastard Zhang Shikang, and then the Qing Dynasty will have hope.

We just lost the bet!

So what? Is there nothing I can do but wait for death?"

He was heartbroken because several of his nephews died in the battle, and his two brothers also died. Now His Majesty is in a coma and the situation is critical. How could a man who wants to accomplish great things fall into such emotions and be unable to extricate himself?

"Fourteenth brother, I...I just want to go home now."

Daishan closed his eyes with great difficulty, and turbid tears flowed down. He looked like a stray dog that had lost its soul. There was no trace of the spirit of the Qing royal family left in him.

Dorgon was just disappointed. His Majesty was in a coma, all his brothers died in battle, and his remaining brother had his soul beaten out.

Does Heaven really want to destroy the Qing Dynasty?

"I am old and can no longer fight." Daishan did not dare to look into Dorgon's eyes, but continued in a low voice:

"Fourteenth brother, the battlefield belongs to young people like you. There are still hundreds of people in the Zhenghong Banner who can obey orders. Take them and fight your way out.

This is the only way out.”

Daishan’s meaning was very clear. As long as Dorgon could lead everyone to escape, not only would the Zhenghong Banner be grateful to him in the future, but the entire Qing Dynasty would regard him as a meritorious official.

Dorgon gritted his teeth, knowing that Daishan could not be relied upon, and immediately waved to the people of the Zhenghong Banner not far away.

"A few of you, escort my second brother to His Majesty's carriage. The rest of you, follow me and fight your way out!"

Seeing His Royal Highness the Prince was so resolute, the hundreds of people in the Zhenghong Banner were immediately encouraged. The current situation really needed a Baturu who could turn the tide.

Afterwards, Dorgon regrouped and led the charge himself, killing the enemy while shouting loudly in Manchu:

"Follow me and fight your way out!"

The Zhenghong Bannermen behind him also followed suit, killing the enemy and shouting. In less than half an hour, Dorgon fought desperately, and more and more bannermen came to their senses and moved closer to him.

Of course, Lu Xiangsheng discovered the Tatar soldiers' actions, and he immediately ordered Hu Dawei to go and snipe.

The battlefield became intense again.

The battle continued until dark, and the Ming army reaped a rich harvest. Since the three armies joined forces in the morning, they had killed at least 40,000 enemies.

But even so, the morale of the Jianlu people never completely collapsed, as if it was stuck at a critical value.

Even Zhang Shikang had to praise Dorgon. It must be said that the Eight Banners soldiers who had just started their business were indeed very good at fighting.

But he had no intention of letting Dorgon go. Even a fool knew that he should be killed while he was ill.

That night, Zhang Shikang ordered his soldiers to take time to rest, and at the same time sent out dozens of night patrols to keep a close eye on the movements of the remaining Jiannu and continue the pursuit the next day.

Zhang Shikang was busy like this until late at night before he had time to eat a meal.

Even when he was eating, people kept coming to him to ask him various questions. When he heard that Li Zicheng wanted to see him, he looked a little surprised.

At the same time, it seemed as if it was within his expectations. In the end, Zhang Shikang put down the steamed bun and called Li Zicheng in.

Li Zicheng participated in the entire day's fighting. Although he was tired at this time, his complexion was still good, just a little uncomfortable.

He didn't meet the Grand Marshal very often, and only met him once after he surrendered.

Li Zicheng had a very high opinion of this young marshal, especially after learning about Zhang Shikang's series of reforms in the court.

There is no construction without destruction. People with such courage and the ability to get things done are not fools.

Therefore, even though he heard many absurd things about the young marshal, he never believed them and thought they were just disguises.

After entering the big tent, Li Zicheng knelt on one knee and saluted very respectfully.

Zhang Shikang glanced at Li Zicheng with interest and replied:

"Stand up, the etiquette in the Ming army has been simplified, there is no need to kneel frequently.

It seems you have made your choice."

Li Zicheng then stood up. He certainly knew what Zhang Shikang was talking about, but he was also confused.

Seeing that Zhang Shikang was in a good mood, he immediately asked the question that had been bothering him for a long time:

"May I ask, Marshal, why do you call me a man of destiny?"