In the end, the Qing army's main camp was in chaos. The commander-in-chief was dead, those who wanted to resist were defeated one by one by Song Qingshu and Yang Miaozhen's troops. The remaining people did not have time to think too much, they blindly followed the others and fled toward the mountains. ∀ ∀ ∀ ∀,
In the Eagle Gully, Chu Hongliu was sleeping soundly in his tent with his concubine in his arms. Suddenly, a trusted aide ran out in a panic. "Bad news, Boss, bad news!"
"Aiya!" Half of qie's white body was still exposed outside the blanket. When a man suddenly barged in, she instinctively screamed.
Chu Hongliu was naturally very unhappy that his woman had been exposed. He looked at the person and said darkly, "What's wrong with me?"
"Outside … outside …" The confidant pointed outside the tent. It was obvious that he was too nervous to complete a sentence.
"What's going on outside?" At this moment, Chu Hongliu could vaguely hear the commotion coming from outside. His heart skipped a beat.
"Qing army, Qing army as far as the eye can see!" His trusted aide heaved a sigh of relief and finally understood.
"What?!" Chu Hongliu felt a chill run down her spine. She had no intention of pursuing the matter of the other party's offense. She grabbed the other party's collar and said, "Isn't the Qing army stationed at Fox Hill? Why would they suddenly appear here?"
"The Qing army at Fox Slope has been routed, and they are all fleeing in this direction," the trusted aide explained hastily.
"That's impossible!" This was Chu Hongliu's first reaction. How could Song Qingshu really do it with 8000?
The battle cries outside grew louder and louder. Chu Hongliu finally came back to her senses. She rushed out of the tent to take a look. The Qing army that had dispersed from Fox Slope was surging toward her like a flood. Her hands and feet immediately turned ice-cold.
The eyes of these fleeing Qing soldiers immediately turned red when they saw that someone was blocking their escape route.
"F * ck, let's go all out!"
"Killing one isn't a loss, killing two is a gain!"
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All along, Chu Hongliu did not believe that the Qing army would be defeated. He was only pulling his men and horses to put up an act here, so that it would be easier for him to shirk responsibility later. If even the leader had such an attitude, the soldiers under him would not take it seriously. The thousands of men under Chu Hongliu did not even have time to react before they were scattered by the Manchurian routed army.
"My soldiers!" Looking at the one-sided tragedy, Chu Hongliu's heart was bleeding. Having been in the underworld for so many years, he knew better than anyone that in this chaotic world, having soldiers was the key to success. Yet, his own capital had been destroyed in the blink of an eye. How could he not be heartbroken?
"Boss, hurry up and leave. If you don't leave now, it'll be too late." The nearby subordinates all came over to dissuade him.
Chu Hongliu was an ambitious and ruthless person, so how could he not know what awaited him after losing his power and the bet with Song QingShu? To avoid future humiliation, he was hot-headed. He pulled out his knife and wanted to commit suicide.
However, from the corner of his eyes, he saw his concubine's pitiful look and subconsciously thought that he hadn't slept enough with this concubine. He didn't know which bastard would take advantage of him after he died …
His courage instantly disappeared without a trace. Chu Hongliu put down his knife and fled in panic with a few of his trusted subordinates. He still had a sliver of hope in his heart: No matter what, I'm still a veteran of Golden Snake Battalion. Even if I don't have any meritorious service, I've still worked hard. What would that Song Qingshu dare to do to me!
Chu Hongliu's troops numbered in the thousands and had the geographical advantage. After the Manchurian routed army broke through Old Eagle Trench's defensive line, they also suffered heavy losses. Of course, Chu Hongliu's troops were even more miserable. They were almost completely wiped out.
After successfully breaking through the encirclement, the Eight Banners soldiers had just breathed a sigh of relief when they saw soldiers lying in ambush in the forest in front of them, waving the banners of Tian Di Hui.
Just as the Eight Banners soldiers were about to grit their teeth and fight bitterly, they were shocked to find that the soldiers lying in ambush had no intention of attacking them. They were only blocking one path, leaving another gap.
Although a discerning person could tell at a glance that the other gap was a trap, these routed soldiers were like drowning people who had suddenly seen a straw. How could they care so much? Now that their pursuers were hot on their heels, how could they be willing to waste time breaking through Tian Di Hui's defensive line? One by one, they fled toward the gap that had been deliberately left behind.
People were often like this. When they felt that they were going to die, they would often have the courage to risk their lives. But once they felt that there was a glimmer of hope, no one wanted to risk their lives anymore, their courage would instantly disappear.
This was the reason why when the Qing troops encountered Chu Hongliu's troops, they would risk their lives and when they encountered Tian Di Hui's ambush, they would take a detour. It was because Chu Hongliu's troops had blocked all their paths of escape, while Tian Di Hui left them a path of escape.
As the Qing troops fled, along the way, Mu Palace, Azure Bamboo Gang, Xia Qingqing's troops, Emei Faction, and other ambushers appeared one after another. All of them blocked one path of escape, leaving one path of escape. The Qing troops were forced to change their route continuously. Finally, they arrived in front of a riverbed that was almost dried up.
"Hey, why is there so little water in this river?" It was not that there were no smart people among the routed soldiers.
"Damn, what are you talking about? Now that the riverbed has dried up, it's convenient for us to run for our lives. Heaven is really helping us!" However, most of the people did not have that kind of vigilance. One by one, they were overjoyed and ran with all their might toward the other side of the river.
When more and more people squeezed onto the riverbed, a thunderous rumble suddenly came from the upper reaches of the riverbed. Under the despairing eyes of the Qing troops, a monstrous flood surged toward them at high speed …
From a nearby mountain, Huang Rong watched as the Eight Banners troops behind them jumped into the river without hesitation and were washed away by the flood wave after wave. Even though she still could not face Song Qingshu, she could not help but feel puzzled. She walked to Song Qingshu's side and asked softly,
"If these routed soldiers formed a formation near the river, with our military strength, it's hard to say who would win. Why are you so sure that they would rather choose to jump into the river than resist?"
"Since ancient times, there have been countless high-ranking military officers who chose to fight with their backs against the river. In the end, only Han Xin and Xiang Yu succeeded. Madam, do you know why?" Song Qingshu said indifferently.
Perhaps Huang Rong was shocked by the exaggerated results of this battle, but she felt that this man seemed to have a mysterious halo around him. "Please enlighten me, Young Master."
Song Qingshu was not as modest as he was in the past. Instead, he used a calm tone to narrate, "First, their general is not Han Xin or Xiang Yu. Second, most of the time, the soldiers always have a fluke mentality. Even though it's a narrow escape from death, they might not be the lucky one."
When he finished, Song Qingshu turned and left, no longer paying attention to the battlefield.
In this battle, the thirty thousand Qing troops were completely annihilated.
The next day, the Commander-in-Chief of the Manchurian Western Army, Fei Yanggu, looked at someone who was in a sorry state not far away and quickly fell into deep thought.
He happened to know the person in front of him. He seemed to be one of Tu Hai's trusted soldiers. His name was Muhada or Muriqi. As a dignified General Fuyuan, he naturally would not deliberately remember the name of a soldier.
"You are the Eastern Army is in a tight encirclement, and Tu Hai specially sent you to ask for help?" Fei Yanggu looked at him with a faint smile.
Of course, Song Qingshu's current identity was Muhada. He nodded and said, "Yes, I hope that General will quickly send troops to rescue our Commander Tu Hai, considering that we are comrades."
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