I was living at the end of the Ming Dynasty, and I dealt a brutal blow to the Eight Banners!

When we came out of Dujiatun, the sun was already high in the sky.

Shang Kexi, riding on horseback, appeared very casual and languid. If it weren't for the armor supporting his body, he might have turned into a pile of mud.

Despite being personally appointed Prince Zhishun by the Qing Emperor Huang Taiji, he was given the arduous task of escorting grain supplies.

He thought that his life would be better after surrendering to the Qing, but he didn't expect that those Tartars would ostracize him. If it weren't for Huang Taiji supporting him, his life might have been even more difficult.

Whenever he thinks of this, he misses the days when he followed his father to serve under Mao Wenlong. Those years on Pi Island were so carefree and happy!

The seven Niru following behind Shang Kexi all wore bitter and anxious expressions, as if they were being sold into a brothel for the first time and were extremely unwilling.

The Ming army deeply resented those who surrendered to the Qing. Whenever they appeared on the battlefield, the Ming army's fighting strength would increase significantly. There was a sense that they thought: "If I can't beat the barbarians, can't I beat you Han traitors?"

But military orders are absolute, and they could only escort the grain and supplies to Jinzhou.

I drank too much in Dujiatun last night, and my head was still spinning when I woke up.

After all 100 carts left Dujiatun and the number was counted, the team continued towards Jinzhou. At their current speed, they probably wouldn't be able to deliver the grain and supplies to the Qing army camp outside Jinzhou until dawn the next day.

Not long after they left,

Shang Kexi then noticed something unusual in the woods ahead.

After all, he had served in the military for many years and always had an inexplicable sensitivity to crises.

Just as Shang Kexi waved for the team to stop,

following,

It was the thunderous sound of horses' hooves!

next moment,

Dozens of Ming cavalrymen charged out from the woods a thousand paces away and headed towards their location.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Warning sounds rang out, and the two thousand Han soldiers were thrown into a panic.

however,

Shang Kexi's eyes narrowed as he looked at the approaching cavalry, and he roared at his men behind him:

"What's the panic? There are only fifty riders coming from the other side!"

When these Han soldiers were stunned to see that only fifty riders had charged out of the woods, they were also taken aback.

Are the Ming army so arrogant now? They dare to attack us with only fifty cavalrymen. Do they think we are easy to bully?

"Pass down the order, prepare to meet the enemy!" Shang Kexi shouted.

Although the enemy was cavalry, a distance of over a thousand paces was not too close. If the infantry under his command were well-trained, they could set up a relatively sufficient defensive formation before the enemy cavalry arrived.

Even if they cannot complete the formation, they can still use their numerical advantage to surround all fifty enemy cavalry.

However, these Han soldiers were already hungover, and their orders were not only inaccurate but also a beat too late.

at this time,

The lead rider among the fifty suddenly increased his speed and thrust his long spear directly at the Han soldier Niru who was in front.

The Han soldier's troop was caught off guard and was stabbed off his horse by the immense force.

With the archetype of Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King of Western Chu, Zhang Jingchuan was naturally at ease in such a situation, knowing exactly what to do without even having to think.

Before Shang Kexi and the others could react,

Zhang Jingchuan had already led fifty cavalrymen to completely break through their still-forming formation.

Shang Kexi's anger surged.

The enemy only had fifty riders, and they might have been five scout teams from nearby that were temporarily put together. How dare they attack the supply route and charge into a formation of two thousand men with such a small number of people?

"If I don't leave these fifty riders behind, you really won't know how many eyes Lord Ma has!" Shang Kexi cursed inwardly.

He then ordered his men to begin encircling the fifty riders.

however,

Zhang Jingchuan did not let the enemy's plan succeed. After charging into the enemy formation, he pulled on the reins, using himself as the tip of the blade, and led the fifty riders behind him to circle around the puppet army's formation before charging out again.

Shang Kexi watched as Di Qiang turned and ran into the woods, and shouted angrily:

"Chase me!"

Shang Kexi led dozens of cavalrymen in pursuit towards the woods, while the rest of the Niru led their infantry in close following.

But when Shang Kexi led his men into the woods, the enemy cavalry had already vanished. What awaited them were hidden arrows from the shadows.

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

Countless arrows rained down from all directions, mercilessly reaping the lives of the cavalrymen surrounding Shang Kexi.

In an instant,

Screams and wails were heard incessantly.

"Retreat!" In his fear, Shang Kexi quickly turned his horse around to retreat out of the woods.

but,

An arrow struck his right shoulder, the force of which caused him to fall from his horse.

As the puppet army infantry were about to enter the woods, they saw several cavalrymen who had rushed in earlier running out, most of them bearing arrow wounds.

The puppet troops exchanged bewildered glances, wanting to turn and flee, but their commander, Shang Kexi, was still inside.

Shang Kexi had always treated them well. If they were to lose Shang Kexi, even if they escaped back, they would inevitably be swallowed up by other Ming generals who had surrendered to the Qing, and their lives would be even worse.

After hesitating for a moment,

Several puppet troops still intended to rush in to rescue Shang Kexi, even if it meant their own deaths, they would bring his body back with them.

Just as two thousand puppet troops charged into the woods, they were met with the roar of two hundred muskets.

"Bang bang bang..."

A series of shots rang out through the woods.

The puppet army infantrymen at the front were shot and fell to the ground before they could even see where the enemy was, while the puppet army infantrymen in the middle, startled, began to look for trees to take cover.

As the puppet troops rushed into the woods, they began to gather there and fight for cover.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Twenty Tiger-shaped cannons began firing horizontally.

When shells were fired at the assembled puppet troops, a single shell could often kill or injure several people.

When the second round of artillery fire began, a large number of puppet army infantrymen began to retreat.

however,

The musketeers hidden in the woods clearly had no intention of letting these spineless Han traitors go. They loaded iron shot ammunition as they walked quickly forward, and once loaded, they raised their muskets to fire, repeating this action over and over again.

When Zhang Jingchuan led his cavalry out of the woods again and cut off the retreat of the puppet army infantry, the puppet army infantry began to kneel down and beg for surrender.

Because on the battlefield, how can those with two legs outrun those with four?

More than 800 infantrymen emerged from the woods and divided the more than 1,000 surrendered puppet army infantrymen into seven or eight areas to guard them.

Zhang Jingchuan launched into a speech, using patriotism to influence and persuade them to surrender. With the added effect of his persuasive rhetoric, the speech was particularly effective.

Apart from a couple hundred people who had already married and had children in Qingdi and whom Zhang Jingchuan did not force, the remaining twelve hundred or so people all realized their mistake and returned to the right path under Zhang Jingchuan's persuasive and moving words.

In truth, Zhang Jingchuan knew that these puppet troops were, after all, subjects of the Ming Dynasty. Who would want to be called a traitor to the Han?

Moreover, once they arrived in Qing territory, these common soldiers not only served as slaves to others but were also humiliated by the Tartars. Now that there was a way to return to the Ming Dynasty, their already wavering resolve instantly crumbled.

Moreover, with the added boost of Zhang Jingchuan's persuasive skills, the effect was maximized.

When his men brought the injured Shang Kexi to Zhang Jingchuan, Shang Kexi realized that he had been defeated by a mere young upstart.

"Who are you? State your name!" Shang Kexi shouted angrily, raising his head. "If I, Shang Kexi, am going to die, I want to die knowing why!"

Zhang Jingchuan smiled slightly and said:

"I will not change my name or surname; I am Song Ben, a guerrilla general under Wu Sangui, the General of Ningyuan!"

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