Chapter 70 Human Massacre
At the beginning of the battle, both sides fought relatively restrainedly.

The dead soldiers of the Later Jin Dynasty who rushed over first were not wearing complete armor. They had no shoulder guards, throat guards, or heart guards, making them perfect for being chopped with heavy swords.

Therefore, General Li also used his skills. He rushed to the dead soldier while facing the stabbing of the spear, and swung the heavy sword at the neck. While killing him with one blow, it also made it easier to deal with the corpse later.

After chopping down two or three rows, the corpses piled up, and the dead soldiers of the Later Jin Dynasty rushed forward even faster.

Li Hao had no choice but to step back a few steps and change to a heavy axe. He didn't care whether the person was killed or not. As long as he caught a glimpse of a moving figure in front of him, he would use the axe to attack.

As for the Tartars who were not completely dead, he didn't care. Their corpses had already piled up in two or three layers in the gorge, and General Li himself had to stand on the pile of corpses and hack them at them.

In a word, dynamic vision is at full level, while static vision is almost zero.

"Man-slayer, it's Man-slayer!"

"Oh my god."

"Mongke Tengri~ (meaning Eternal Heaven)"

There were many Han soldiers among the dead. They were frightened when they saw a figure with an axe smashing a large piece of flesh and blood on the pile of corpses in front of them. However, soldiers from the rear kept pouring in, and they had no way to advance or retreat. They had to be carried away and killed by the pile of people rushing forward.

Li Hao enjoyed chopping, but there were corpses everywhere in the gorge under his feet, and he saw that the dead Tartar soldiers were having a hard time climbing up.

He then considerately moved forward so that both of them could reach each other.

In this way, General Li's position continued to move southward.

"Push forward, row after row, and wear him down."

The Niulu'ezhen in the rear were shouting orders at the top of their voices. In the gorge, the sounds of killing, crying, and the sounds of metal were intertwined and mixed with the echoes. The orders could not be conveyed because the voices were not loud enough.

Manggurtai, surrounded by his personal guards, stood on horseback at the foot of a slightly wider hillside on the south side of the gorge. All around them were the war horses of the dead soldiers.

"Reporting to the Third Beile, our flag leader Beile asks the master to retreat a little. There are many war horses here. If something unexpected happens, I am afraid that the master will not have time to retreat south."

A yellow-armored flagman galloped to the hillside and shouted across the huge herd of horses.

Manggurtai, with a stern face, scolded: "As the leader of the Plain Yellow Banner, it would be fine if he did not lead the army to supervise the battle in person, but he actually advised me to retreat. If I had not personally supervised the battle at the gorge, would these slaves be able to fight so hard? After capturing and killing the Ming general, I will tell Khan Ama all the details here."

Even Nurhaci's son had to rely on military merit to gain power.

Manggurtai, who had fought hard for his position, was extremely dissatisfied with the fact that Ajige, who had little seniority and military achievements, was in charge of the Plain Yellow Banner.

He waved his hand and ordered the flag bearer beside him to signal with a flag.

"The soldiers of the Black Camp of the Plain Yellow Banner also dismounted and entered the gorge to fight."

The generals at all levels of the two flags passed on the military orders of the Third Beile. Although the fighting was fierce in the gorge, the flag soldiers of the two flags in the mountains on the south side were not aware of the battle situation, so their fighting spirit was still there.

Of course, some Niulu'ezhen knew who the enemy they were chasing was, and had already secretly made preparations for retreat.

After a full quarter of an hour, the noise in the gorge gradually subsided. Dozens of soldiers from the Black Camp of the Plain Yellow Banner surrounded the entrance of the gorge. The tragic scene ahead could be seen clearly, and they did not dare to move too far forward.

"Is it impossible to kill that group of Ming troops?"

Manggurtai and others looked inside and saw a figure suddenly running out. The soldiers of the Black Camp who were surrounding the entrance of the gorge hurriedly climbed up the hillside, but their fleeing speed was far slower than the speed of the people chasing them. Several soldiers of the Black Camp even tripped and fell to the ground in their panic.

Fortunately, this man was not very interested in them. He stepped on the fallen Black Camp soldiers and rushed towards the area of ​​the Zhenglan Bannermen who were obviously the Tartars.

Li Hao had also seen Daishan's hat. The man surrounded by the Tatars under the blue flag had a smooth and shiny fur cloak and the sapphire on the top of his helmet was crystal clear. If nothing unexpected happened, he should be Manggurtai.

Frightened by the sudden rush of the Ming general, the guards of the Zhenglan Banner began to protect the Third Prince and turn south. Unfortunately, the hillside was full of ownerless war horses, and they could not move faster at all.

Taking advantage of this good opportunity, Li Hao took two steps at a time, ignoring the beryllium arrows that shot at him, and rushed all the way behind the group of Zhenglan Banner Tatars.

He first killed several guards behind him, and then he could reach the big Tartar who was suspected to be Manggurtai. In order to kill him with one blow, he first mounted a warhorse, then jumped up on the horse's back and swung his full-length battle axe in a circle to chop him down.

Under the dim sunlight, the axe blade drew a perfect arc and collided perfectly with the iron helmet of Manggurtai who turned his head to observe the situation.

"This guy's armor is so broken."

This was the last thought of the leader of the Zhenglan Banner before his death.

General Li’s thoughts were completely different from Manggurtai’s. The moment the axe blade collided with the iron helmet, he regretted it.

If you chop it down like this, the brains will be mixed with the flesh scraps. What can you exchange it for the reward?

He had no time to retract his strength and could only chop down the saddle with great force.

Fortunately, the horse was crushed to its knees by the heavy weight. Fortunately, the two halves of the body fell to one side, and the horse's burden was suddenly lightened.

Although the guards of the Zhenglan Banner wanted to protect their master and retreat, the situation had changed drastically and they did not dare to go back empty-handed.

So several guards who were close to the corpse of the flag owner were busy snatching the body, while the guards on the periphery drew their bows and shot arrows, intending to create a situation favorable to their side.

Li Hao ignored the Tatars shooting arrows from the outside. After chopping down the Tatars who were snatching corpses with a few strokes, he grabbed a Qing bow from a corpse underground, pulled out the beryllium arrows from his body and started to shoot back.

Except for this group of the flag owner's personal guards, the remaining two flags' guards ran away very quickly. Of course, the Zhenglan Banner's personal guards did not fight to the death. About seven or eight of them saw that the situation was hopeless, so they turned around and rode their horses into the woods on the hillside.

There were still a dozen arrows stuck in General Li's body, but the surroundings suddenly became quiet and the ownerless war horses gradually ran away.

The feeling of loneliness with no one to chop down came over me.

The head of the Tatar suspected to be Manggurtai had been chopped into pieces, and he was not interested in dealing with the two halves of the body, so he picked out a few large and complete heads, chopped them off, and carried them north.

He didn't have time to take care of other heads. The idle packhorses in the team had to carry rations and bean fodder. He had already accumulated hundreds of heads from previous battles, and he couldn't take any more with him.

"My son Sangui, my son Yongxi, come in and deal with the body."

There are still many good quality ones at the mountain pass, so cut some and take them back.

Several people who were waiting anxiously entered the gorge with swords in hand. After seeing the battle scene with corpses everywhere, several people from Dongjiang were filled with shock and joy. Their relationship with the Tartars was not just a simple blood feud. Almost all of their fellow villagers and childhood playmates had been killed by the Eight Banners.

So they knelt down and kowtowed to the commander, thanking him for avenging the people of Dongjiang Liao.

"Kong Youde is willing to take the general as his godfather, just like Li Yongxi did."

"me too."

His sworn brother Geng Zhongming also echoed this.

Li Hao was overjoyed and quickly stepped forward to help the two up.

"Okay, okay, I know the hatred between you and the Tartars. Follow me, your godfather, and I will definitely be able to avenge you. Let's call you Yongxi, follow the names given by Marshal Mao, and change your surname to Li."

Li Yongxi, whose original name was Shang Kexi, only had a grudge against the Eight Banners because his father was killed. Both of them were killed by the Eight Banners to the point where only one or two relatives survived. The hatred between the two sides can be described as irreconcilable.

"Thank you, godfather, for the last name!"

Kong Youde and Geng Zhongming kowtowed three times in a proper manner and after acknowledging their godfather, their names were changed to Li Yongshi and Li Youjie.

Afterwards, a few people quickly dealt with the intact heads in the front row, and then followed the commander on horseback to catch up with the main force.

There should not be many Tatar cavalry in Tieling, Kaiyuan and other places, which is where they can do a lot.

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