"Mr., it seems that the Marquis of Haicheng has broken through the Tartars' defense..."

"Mr., the hot air balloon troops of the Model Army are on the battlefield..."

"My mother is here, it's messy. Master, I can't see anything clearly now, everything is messy in front..."

"No, I'm a god. Master Haicheng Hou seemed to win, the model army won, the Tartars' horses were in chaos, they were running away..."

"Where is it, hurry up, take down Qianlijing and help me up..."

"Master, it seems you don't have to go up anymore. Look, look..."

"I'm so sad, this..."

At the foot of Jiuxian Mountain, the confrontation between the Model Army and the main force of the Qing army had not yet begun, and Qufu City was staring at the north city early.

Thanks to the "air force" advantage of the Model Army, although the main force of the Qing army strictly blocked the land line from Quantou Village to Qufu City, it could not lock in the air. This made both sides keep the news flowing. Kong Yinzhi and others learned last night that the Model Army was going to launch an offensive today.

While this gave them peace of mind, they were also more up and down, waiting for fate to judge them.

Fortunately, neither Xu Changqing nor the Model Army disappointed them. During the past half day, there would be good news from the Model Army almost every once in a while, until countless hot air balloons took off and the decisive battle broke out.

They also went from being so tight that they could not be added to the initial tension, to the excitement of a small victory, to the draw of a small victory, to the numbness behind them, as if the model army was synonymous with victory.

However!

Even though each of them was mentally prepared, when they saw the momentum of the decisive battle unfolding, and the thunder of thousands of thunder came, everyone still couldn't stand it. They felt their calves tremble constantly, their whole body became weak, and their souls were about to fly out of their bodies.

Too shocking.

It's too scary.

I saw that in the north, the direction of Jiuxian Mountain was full of violent dust and smoke. The continuous roar of various firearms was almost torn apart. The rich smell of blood followed the north wind, which made them smell it soon.

Especially with the war spread, the galloping iron hooves of thousands of horses were almost as if they were torn the earth into pieces, and the hot air balloons that the model army quickly rose were like gods descending to earth...

These are not the powers of the world that are fighting each other...

Even though Kong Yinzhi was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, he was already aware of the destiny and was used to the great storms in his life, but it was the first time he had seen such a scene that could not be described in words.

He could no longer control himself, as if his whole body was not his at all, but deep in his soul, there was a trace of consciousness that was still desperately remaining, and he was desperately telling him why Xu Changqing could have come to this day...

Behind him were the steps paved with countless dead bones...

Fortunately, he made the right choice and did not choose to be an enemy of this godlike man...

...

"Boom!"

"Boom..."

At the foot of Jiuxian Mountain, on the tyrannical battlefield, the Qing army struggled for almost a quarter of an hour. This was when the model army found the gate of Shengmen in the continuous encirclement of hot air balloons. Then, like a stray dog, he ignored it and tried his best to break out.

"Wan Sheng!"

"Model Army Wins..."

"mighty!"

"The general is mighty, mighty..."

In this mess of the Qing army, the momentum of the model army was rising from the other. The powerful arrogance and confidence that emanated from the inside out was almost like killing the galaxy.

Only the battlefield is the best stage for building an army and a nation’s self-confidence!

On the command platform of the model army, Xu Changqing had been unpredictable and was just watching this scene quietly.

To a large extent, Xu Changqing is in this environment, and in this state, what he can plan and do, basically has achieved the ultimate goal, but it is...

In the end, we cannot achieve our goal in one battle and truly cut off the backbone of the Qing Dynasty!

Even Xu Changqing looked at the desire to survive after the initial panic, the madness of not fearing death, and the efficiency of quickly summarizing the establishment.

To put it bluntly, the advantages of the model army cannot be overwhelming. At this time, their lives should not be lost...

When the time came out, the last Qing cavalry broke out of the encirclement, and the cheers from many model army battle formations suddenly reached the highest level.

Even though many of the boys were hoarse at this time, they didn't have time to take care of it. They were using their greatest strength to vent their inner excitement and joy.

Seeing that there was no other Qing army standing on the battlefield, there was only a mess everywhere, with corpses of people and horses everywhere, blood almost gathered into a river, Xu Changqing's

A smile finally appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This battle is done!

Within the scope of his eyes, there were at least two thousand Qing army corpses, and countless war horses. Even if there were not 30,000, it would probably be the same.

Not to mention anything else, just these war horse meat is enough for the model army to solve the food and grass crisis at this time.

Especially when it is winter, the whole world is a natural refrigerator. You just need to clean up the bodies of these war horses and store them without having to cook them again.

Although this battle did not cause a fatal blow to the Qing army, and it was not considered to be a big deal, the suppression of the morale of the Qing army would be unparalleled!

This will inevitably inspire conflicts within the Qing army.

As expected, it was difficult for the Qing Dynasty to confront the model army at this time.

"Master, let us cavalrymen make a fuss! If you can issue a military order, you will definitely win the heads of the Tartars above level 1,000!"

At this time, Zhang Hu, who had been scratching his ears and foreheads by Xu Changqing, finally couldn't help but ask for a fight with Xu Changqing.

Xu Changqing looked at him.

Zhang Hu hurriedly raised his chest, his eyes full of cuteness like a little beast.

Xu Changqing glared at him angrily: "Let's talk about it next time!"

"Forehead……"

Zhang Hu was about to vomit blood for a moment, but he didn't dare to resist Xu Changqing's power. It was like a ball that was breathless, and instantly drooped his head and lost his energy.

Yu Guang glanced at the pitiful Zhang Hu, and Xu Changqing couldn't help but sigh deeply in his heart.

Such a good opportunity, if he could pursue it, how could he not pursue it?

As long as you rush a little, you can't say how many Tartar heads you can win, you will definitely be able to disperse their deployment and seize a lot of more materials.

pity.

There are still too few cavalry in the Model Army, and there are less than 10,000 war horses. If you really attack rashly, when the Qing army's system has not been truly destroyed, if you are not careful, you will be a meat bun to beat the dog, and you will go but never return...

How could Xu Changqing take such a risk with his heart and soul?

While thinking, Wang Hongyang's troops also sent a message to Xu Changqing, "Do you want to take advantage of the victory and open up the line of Qufu!"

Xu Changqing thought for a while and did not agree with Wang Hongyang's idea.

At this time, if you rush to the point, there will be a chance. The Qing army may not dare to fight again, but it is not too early and it is a bit far away from Qufu. If there is a mistake in the middle, the advantage you just got was probably given to someone.

The strategic goals the Model Army has basically achieved at this time. If you are greedy for too much, you may not be able to chew it.

After thinking for a moment, Xu Changqing decisively issued a new order: "Extend the defense across the board and clean up the battlefield!"

...

Perhaps God couldn't bear to see this terrifying tyranny. As the model army had just started to clean up the battlefield, fine snowflakes began to float in the sky.

This also caused a layer of bleak murder to spread among the already messy Qing army troops.

In the four parts of Jiuxian Mountain, countless Qing troops were like injured beasts. I thought, licking my wounds for a while, but I couldn't find a place and was anxious.

Even Dorgon's central army did not know where to place it at this time...

"not good!"

"The model army's hot air balloon is chasing us again. Master, we must leave here quickly..."

Dorgon and his men had already retreated to a small hill seven or eight miles east of Jiuxian Mountain, and they didn't dare to erect a flag at all. But before they could catch their breath, more than a dozen model army hot air balloons discovered them and rushed towards them quickly.

Dorgon was about to bite his teeth, but he had no way to resist. He could only ask for help and continue to retreat quickly.

It was messy until it was dark and the world was covered in silver again. They finally fell into an abandoned village more than 30 miles east of Jiuxian Mountain. They were temporarily inhabited, but they didn't even dare to light the fire, so they could only shrink together to keep warm...

Until it was completely dark, the whistle cavalry in front sent back news that the hot air balloons of the Model Army had retreated, and several servants lit the fire tremblingly.

The red flames brought hope, which also made Dorgon and others lose their bloody faces restored some vitality.

But no one spoke.

Even Duoduo, who seemed to be aged teenager at this time, no longer had the energy he used to be, and he was a little stubborn...

Jirgalang wanted to say something, but he really didn't know how to speak. He could only sigh deeply in his heart and closed his eyes in pain.

How come the good situation in the Qing Dynasty?

Not to mention Daishan.

Today's defeat and series of running around almost exhausted his last vitality. Even if Luo Luohong and Luo Luohuan lit several small fires beside him, they could not restore his face to normal.

"Why……"

Hong Chengchou looked at the scenes around him, and felt a life of blood in his heart.

He has almost done his best, and he has really tried his best. Why did he become like this again?
To be continued...