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"Quick! Let Prince Ying lead his troops back to the capital!"
Dorgon, who was always calm, was also flustered. He stood up too quickly, and the feather on his crown tilted to one side. The string of golden court beads on his chest hung on the corner of the table, and the string broke, and the 108 court beads scattered all over the floor.
Fan Wencheng, who was bowing his head, looked at the court beads rolling everywhere and felt that this was just like the Qing Dynasty. The last ray of hope was finally broken.
After giving the order, Dorgon changed into a suit of armor. The armor consisted of a vest and a skirt. The vest had shoulder guards on the shoulders and armpit guards under the shoulder guards. In addition, there was a metal heart guard on the chest and back.
This set of armor had accompanied Dorgon in battles for many years, but he had rarely worn it since entering the Pass. Now he had to put on the armor again and go into battle.
Now, Dorgon is the de facto emperor of the Qing Dynasty. If he takes the initiative to lead the army in person, it will boost morale; but now he is forced to go into battle, which means that the Qing Dynasty has no one left.
"Your Majesty!" Fan Wencheng shouted.
Dorgon calmed down after the initial panic and said to Gang Lin and Fan Wencheng, "Go find Prince Zheng and let him take over the organization of the retreat. Once Prince Ying's reinforcements arrive, we will fight back the Qin army outside the city and then immediately retreat to the outside of the pass. Retreat as many people as you can. Go!"
"twitter!"
Fan Wencheng and Gang Lin also knew that now was not the time to talk nonsense, so they responded and hurried to Prince Zheng's palace.
Dorgon then headed straight for Yongding Gate with his guards.
Along the street, every Manchu looked panicked and in a state of panic. The street was in a mess, with fallen parasols, baskets rolling in the middle of the street, women jogging with bags on their backs, crying children, and closed shops...
Unlike the inner city where the Manchus lived, the outer city outside Zhengyang Gate where the Han people lived was quiet. All Han people were ordered to stay at home and not go out, otherwise they would be killed.
Apart from the patrolling Eight Banners soldiers, there was not a single Han Chinese person on the street. The stacked houses were eerily quiet, as if this was a dead city.
Either perish in silence or explode in silence!
Dorgon knew very well that this was not a dead city. Hundreds of thousands of Han people were not dead, and they were perhaps waiting in silence, ready to erupt like a volcano at any time, quickly drowning the Manchus who had been oppressing them under the angry lava.
Looking at the huge outer city, which was so quiet without any sound, Dorgon suddenly felt suffocated.
Going south from Zhengyang Gate (the main gate of the inner city), after passing Zhushikou, you will reach the overpass, which has white marble railings on both sides. There is a pavilion on the east and west sides of the bridge. The bridge is very high, with three beams and four railings. Under the bridge is the Longxugou River, which runs from west to east.
The emperors of the Ming Dynasty had to pass through this bridge when they went to the Temple of Heaven inside Yongdingmen to worship, so it was named Tianqiao.
Outside the city, Qin troops pressed on Yongding Gate, and Dorgon was going to Yongding Gate. Naturally, he would pass through the overpass, which provided an opportunity for an ambush in advance.
When Dorgon and his two hundred guards were riding on the overpass, a crackling sound suddenly came from a courtyard on the river bank, like bursts of gunfire. Dorgon and his guards were startled and stopped their horses.
Although everyone quickly realized that someone was setting off firecrackers, Dorgon, who was startled, still flew into a rage. He pointed at the courtyard where smoke was coming out and shouted, "Go and see who is setting off firecrackers. Kill them all!" It was already this late, and you were still setting off firecrackers. Were you trying to celebrate the end of the Qing Dynasty's rule in advance
The shrewd Dorgon guessed wrong this time. The sound of firecrackers was not to celebrate something in advance, but to bury him.
Before the sound of firecrackers stopped, two huge explosions suddenly sounded under the overpass. Boom! Boom! The whole city was shaking. The whole overpass was arched up by a huge force. Dorgon and the guards around him just let out a short scream, and together with their horses, they were rushed into the air by the strong shock wave.
War horses and guards were torn apart by invisible forces in the air, and blood rained down... At that moment, the scene in front of Dorgon suddenly became very slow...
He clearly saw his mount's belly explode and its intestines fly out, and saw his right leg torn off from the root by a huge force and flew away from his body, but he did not feel the slightest pain...
Am I going to die? Just like that? A thought flashed through his mind. I am the regent of the Qing Dynasty. How can I die in such a cowardly way? Even if I die, I should walk to the execution ground with my head held high and my chest held high in front of everyone. I sneered at Qin Mu with disdain, so that the world could see that even if I die, as the regent of the Qing Dynasty, I will die in a blatant way... ...
Dorgon was destined to be unable to realize his last wish. The sky in Beijing was so blue, and the floating white clouds were like free sails. Dorgon had been suppressed for a long time, and before he could release it, his body began to fall, falling rapidly.
With a "bang", his head hit a pile of horse manure, his whole face went into it, and his consciousness suddenly disappeared at that moment...
When the smoke cleared, the guards who had managed to escape stopped their frightened horses and rushed back to the overpass in terror, howling in despair, "Your Majesty!"
"Your Majesty!"
"Kings... .."
"Here, here, the king's leg... Oh my God! The king's right leg is gone..."
When the guards found Dorgon's body at the messy bridge and pulled him out of the horse manure, he was already dead or alive. "Your Majesty, you can't die!"
"Your Majesty, please wake up!"
The guards were crying and wailing in chaos. At this moment, thick smoke billowed out from the courtyard house where firecrackers had just been set off, and it went straight into the sky, like the smoke from a beacon tower.
Soon after, bursts of gong and drum sounds came from the surrounding houses.
Huang Lianshan, the commander of the Yebushou Army, who had not been seen for a long time, rushed out of the houses with two or three hundred men to the sound of gongs and drums, shouting in unison:
"Dorgon was blown to death!"
"Dorgon was blown to death!"
“… … .”
The shouts echoed throughout the city, and the guards were still in shock, and were besieged again. Huang Lianshan and his men were no less well-equipped than Dorgon's guards, with muskets, crossbows, swords, and thunder bombs.
As the overpass had been blown up, the guards who had luckily survived the explosion were separated on both sides of the bridge. There were only twenty or thirty people on the south side of the bridge. Amid the bangs of gunfire, bullets whizzed in and the guards who were shot screamed and fell to the ground. The flying thunder bombs exploded one after another, scaring the war horses so much that they rushed around wailing.
The guards at the south bridgehead were caught off guard and suffered more than a dozen casualties. They had no will to fight anymore, so they snatched Dorgon's body and fled towards Yongdingmen.
Huang Lianshan and his men shouted loudly while charging towards Yongding Gate. The originally peaceful outer city began to become chaotic amid the fierce explosions and shouts of killing. People were shouting everywhere:
"Dorgon is dead!"
"The Jiannu are finished!"
"Kill the Jiannu, take revenge!"
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At the same time, Niu Wanshan outside Yongding Gate saw the black smoke rising from the city and immediately ordered his 5,000 men to launch a fierce attack, starting with bombarding the city gate with rockets.
The Qing army on Yongding Gate was fighting back desperately, with the sound of cannons. Several guards fled with Dorgon's body. When the guards saw Dorgon's broken body, they were all shocked and in an uproar... ..
Looking again, we saw troops charging towards us from the overpass, shouting like waves. The Qing troops on the city walls were instantly scattered and fled in a hurry.
Several guards fled to Yongdingmen with Dorgon's body because there were guards there for them to rely on. They never thought that Dorgon's body would be the last straw that broke the camel's back. Looking at the panicked Eight Banners soldiers scrambling to escape, the guards were in tears.
"Quick, open the city gate! Open the city gate!" Huang Lianshan yelled. Two or three hundred of his men didn't care about chasing the fleeing Qing army, and rushed forward. Some rushed to the city wall and pushed the stirrup together to retract the iron gate of the city gate. Some rushed to the city wall and opened the gate...
Under the command of Huang Lianshan, Yongding Gate was quickly opened in front of the five thousand Qin troops!
Niu Wanchuan held a meteor hammer in his hand and clamped his legs on the horse's belly. The warhorse immediately rushed out with a long neigh, "My men, charge! Yanjing City is ours, Daqin!"
"Daqin!"
"Daqin!"
Amid the roars of thousands of soldiers, the large black flag with the word Qin on it flew into the Yongding Gate. Under the flag, men in black clothing and black armor, emitting a cold light that swallowed everything, rushed through the city gate and rushed towards the magnificent Forbidden City!
The thundering horse hooves are like the sound of a huge bell, proclaiming the majesty of China!
The earth-shaking shouts, like the raging waves of the sea, told everyone: The Qin Empire is coming!
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ps: It's the typhoon season, and there have been strong winds and heavy rains in the past few days. The rain stopped for a while at noon, and I hurried to take a look. I found that thousands of trees planted in the spring were all blown down by the typhoon. They were planted one by one by me with great effort. I was so sad that I couldn't even cry.
The rain came again in the afternoon, still with thunder and lightning, still with heavy rain. I remembered a poem: The wind howled in the high autumn of August, blowing away the three layers of thatch on my roof... ... The children in the south village bullied me because I was old and weak, and could not bear to be thieves in front of me, openly carrying thatch into the bamboo. My lips were parched and my mouth was dry, so I could not cry out. I came back and leaned on my stick and sighed... ... .
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