Han’s Son is Not a Slave

The team became more and more chaotic. In order to avoid the defeated soldiers and the people from attacking the imperial car, Ao Bai had to lead the troops to bounce back. At this time, I don't know if it was panic or what, but there was a sudden chaos in the back of the team.

Aobai had to order the full soldiers to kill, and mercilessly beheaded the rushing soldiers and the people, but in the end, he was invincible. After killing this wave, and the next wave, some soldiers killed their arms sore.

All the way forward, all the blood, not even the ghost shadow of the Taiping Army was seen, and thousands of lives disappeared in this world. After this **** bombardment, the north fleeing team generally maintained order, but the speed of progress was getting slower and slower, and more and more people gathered. The people in the middle of the team can't see everything around them, and all they see are the black heads. The only sound that came from all around was the sound of panic and cries, whether soldiers, civilians, or officials, they were all moving forward by instinct. No one knows what will happen in the next moment.

Shunzhi, who was sitting in the carriage, coughed up blood again. He felt that his face was burning hot, as if something had happened. His head also hurt, and his hands and feet were very weak. The back is also very sore, and I just want to jump out of the car and do some exercise. But he knew he couldn't, so he raised the curtain of the carriage sadly and looked out, only to see silent and pale faces. Although the Manchu disciples who had made him extremely proud in the past had bright clothes and armor, they had no courage or vitality, and one by one they were like walking corpses heading towards the unknown north right away.

Oh my god, my great Qing, how did my soldiers become like this!

Could it be that Heaven really wants to abandon me and make me, like my eldest brother, be the king of a subjugated country!

Shunzhi in the carriage covered his face and cried, his tears could no longer flow, and his voice was so dry and hoarse. He wanted to shout, but nothing came out, and he didn't dare to shout.

When Fei Yanggu outside the car heard the emperor's cry, he was really heartbroken.

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After chasing for a long time, he was exhausted and half dead, but he didn't gain anything. Wang Fuchen, who was about to order to withdraw his troops, suddenly heard the cries coming from the front. Everything caught his eye.

Wu Erte, Yue Deji and other generals of the Manchu army also went up the high **** anyway. Seeing the long line of fleeing north, they couldn't help their excitement. They shouted loudly in Manchu and told each other. Hearing that the emperor had fled to the north, many of the soldiers from the two white flags burst into tears with excitement. Before that, they were all worried, they were afraid that the emperor would escape.

"General Wang, let's go and capture Fulin!"

Wuer's special class is gearing up to fight. At this moment, they are no less than Wang Fuchen in their thoughts on capturing and killing Shunzhi.

Wang. Fuchen agreed to them boldly. He understood the thoughts of these generals. If it was him, he would also stick to Shunzhi, because Beijing has their relatives. If you let Shunzhi return to Beijing, it is hard to say that he will not kill the women and children of the Eight Banners of the two white flags to vent his hatred.

"drive!"

Wu Erte and the others rushed down the **** on their horses, and behind them were two white flags full of soldiers who had run all the way, but did not feel tired. In the words of Wang Fuchen, these full soldiers are now battling chicken blood, and if they are not allowed to enter, I am afraid these people will go crazy.

Thinking of the commander's previous advice, Wang Fuchen smiled. He believed that these full soldiers for the sake of their loved ones would definitely be scarier than mad dogs, and they would bite their past masters ruthlessly.

After Wuer's special class rushed over, he did not kill the fleeing crowd, but drove them forward, like a pack of wolves driving a flock of sheep. Under the threat of their horses' hooves and long knives, the fallen soldiers and the people who were left behind rushed forward like crazy, running and trampling each other, resulting in corpses.

The soldiers of the two white flags cooperated extremely tacitly, not only suppressing and driving away the collapsed crowd, but also preventing the possibility of the opponents assembling. Under their oppression, countless people moved forward desperately, wave after wave, causing the order of the team that Ao Bai had managed to maintain to be in chaos again.

Looking at the crowds coming from all directions, Ao Bai knew that this could not be the case anymore. His only choice now was to take the Manchu disciples to protect the master and escape first, instead of taking these drags. In that case, the master may also Unable to leave.

Ao Bai didn't know how many chasing troops came from the Taiping Army. He gritted his teeth and made a quick decision. Just as he was about to lead his subordinates to reconcile with his master, he heard another wave of cries and another wave of people from the west of the road. Face to face, and scrambling to escape. In the blink of an eye, there were Taiping cavalrymen in red clothes appearing in front of him, and they appeared in front of him continuously.

Dozens of cavalry here, dozens of cavalry there, Ao Bai saw dozens of Taiping cavalry driving the crowd forward. He heard those Taiping troops shouting in Manchu, and at that moment, his eyes were scary red.

Ma Yaozi was not idle either. With his spear in hand, he held a group of routed soldiers and people on his horse and drove them forward. When they arrived at Xingqi, they stabbed a few people to death with their spears, and scared the soldiers and the common people to run forward screaming. Some of the defeated soldiers had already thrown down their weapons and surrendered on their knees, but the Taiping army still drove them forward, and those who refused to run went forward and slashed. Many people who collapsed on their knees also suffered this fate. Even if they shouted that they were Han Chinese, they were also ruthlessly driven out by the Taiping Army.

Last time, I failed to catch Aobai~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I only killed a Prince Horqin, and Wang Fuchen was very unwilling. Although the commander let him go north to take advantage of it, he would go back if there was no advantage, but he really placed In this chaotic scene, Wang. Fuchen's pride inevitably overwhelmed his reason. Now he is not thinking about Ao Bai anymore, but about Fulin.

Ma Yaozi's eyes were like cold electricity. He crossed the crowd of people. Suddenly, he saw a golden banner. The golden banner was several miles away from where he was. There were thousands of Qing troops and tens of thousands of civilians in the middle. If he wanted to rush to the golden banner, it would be impossible for Ma Yazi to be as powerful as he was. matter.

Wang Fuchen rushed over without fanaticism. He knew very well that if Fulin really wanted to be under the banner, the Qing army would definitely protect him. This is not as good as before. After all, Fulin is the emperor. Those Manchu banners cannot be collapsed at a touch.

"Go and drive the crowd there, and then go and tell Wuerte and the others that the emperor of Tartar is there, let them bite!"

"Order!"

The personal soldiers who sent the order went on their horses, and several thousand households and hundreds of households also complied, and without hesitation, they greeted their men and horses to mount horses. (To be continued.)