"Jiang Yuan, I'll fuck your eight generations of ancestors!"

Ta Jianxiu cursed in grief and anger.

At this time, there were only a few thousand soldiers around him. This was the old camp where he gathered all the way. At this time, there were small clusters of defeated soldiers everywhere on the battlefield. Among them, teams of Eight Banners cavalry were rushing unscrupulously. The elites of these old camps could be collected. As for the former Ming army and Zhuangdeng army, the defeated soldiers were completely released. No one even dared to stop and resist. They were all screaming in fear and ran south without their lives, and then knocked down by the running horses and chopped to the ground by the waving sabers, but even so, no one dared to turn around and use the weapons in their hands to protect themselves.

This is a complete defeat!

Originally they had even seen hope for victory, but after the initial fear, their defense was stabilizing.

The Qing army, which had no logistics supply, could not open their defense line, even if it could gain a certain advantage on the battlefield, it would be useless. They were bound in a small area of ​​Miyun and could not take long to retreat with hatred. Miyun could not provide enough supplies for Dorgon. The most important means of fighting such Tartar cavalry in the pass was to use war to support the war, but just one Miyun had nothing to plunder. Even if they killed the people as food, the 100,000 cavalry could not last for a few days.

This is originally the strategy of the King of Chuang.

However, Jiang Yan's betrayal made everything complete. The defeat in this battle completely opened the door to the Guanzhong. There were countless cities and villages on the vast Zhili Plain, which could provide the Tatars with everything they needed. Just like they had done in the past, they just needed to grab it. Then even guarding Beijing was meaningless, including the entire Zhili, and it was impossible for them to defend it anymore. Their only choice was to retreat to Guanzhong, and all their efforts were made wedding dresses for the Tatars.

"Zehou, the Tartars are here!"

Suddenly a soldier shouted.

Tian Jianxiu pulled out his goose-feather sword expressionlessly and silently looked at the Eight Banners Iron Cavalry advancing like a wall in front of him.

It's hard to leave now.

Since that's the case, let's fight!

"kill!"

He yelled fiercely.

The elite troops of the old camp beside him also made their way, and more than 4,000 Shun troops followed their Zehou to attack the enemy.

At this moment, the surging Qing army suddenly became in chaos, and all the cavalry separated to the sides in panic. Then twelve dragon flags that were still fresh in memory appeared in his sight, and then a red figure appeared under the dragon flag. Like a violent beast, the red figure was waving a pair of strange weapons in his hand frantically. All the Qing army close to his attack range were torn apart in an instant, and even the war horses under their crotch were flying flesh and blood.

In the splashing flesh and blood, the red figure knocked away the Qing army at an extremely fast speed.

Immediately afterwards, more red figures appeared behind him, knocking more and more Qing troops on both sides over and trampling under horse hooves, and soon the Qing troops of at least one Niulu Zhenglan Banner were almost wiped out.

Ta Jianxiu was stunned.

"Meet again!"

The red figure rushed to him, opened the armor on his face and said.

Tian Jianxiu suddenly woke up and looked at the dog emperor vigilantly. The subordinates behind him also acted in combat and stared at their other enemy with great confidence. The terror of this enemy was not inferior to that of the Tartars. Many of them knew that the terrifying image of moving forward on the Great Wall and even shells could not be killed.

And at the same time, more and more Ming army cavalry appeared, and then he heard someone behind the dog emperor say, "Your Majesty, just deal with these thieves!"

"Forget it, don't taint our knife!"

Yang Feng said.

"Your Majesty, Tartars!"

At the same time, another person shouted.

Yang Feng and Tian Jianxiu looked up at the same time, and saw countless Qing cavalry wearing yellow flag armor pushing forward fiercely like moving walls.

"Ma, my soul is still gone!"

Yang Feng said.

This was the Qing army that was originally waiting to intercept him at the foot of Shushan. However, unlike when they were at the foot of Shushan, they were all left behind by the Fran machine cannons, and it was impossible for the running cavalry to drag the thing.

But the strength of this Qing army cannot be underestimated, especially because they formed a thickened formation, which was obviously aimed at him. Even at the front, there was a group of special cavalry holding a long-handled battle axe. It was probably used to cut off his armor. After all, the spear and saber were confirmed to be unable to hurt him at all.

Among these long axe soldiers, the Qing army general was not even wearing armor. He held a giant battle axe with a short handle, with his light forehead and rat tail. His muscles were tangled and exuded a barbarian wildness, and he looked extremely powerful.

"kill!"

Yang Feng turned his horse's head without hesitation.

The cavalry of the Jinyiwei, who had 450 people left, also turned around and quickly formed a formation with geese-feathered swords or spears. At this time, these cavalry had a religious fanaticism towards their emperors. Thousands of troops and horses followed him out, so why not be afraid of these thousands of Tartars?

"Array!"

Tian Jianxiu, who was behind the Ming army, roared.

Yang Feng looked at him unexpectedly.

"We don't owe you favors!"

Ta Mixiu said.

"Remember, if you capture him and his men in the future, you don't need to kill them. Although you rebel and rebellion, you are still an open-minded man."

Yang Feng said to Liang Cheng.

Of course, Tian Jianxiu could not be an open-minded man. Most of his subordinates were infantry. Once the Qing army defeated the Ming army, they did not even need to be defeated. As long as they could be entangled and then split half of them casually, they could easily catch up and defeat them. Since this is the case, it would be better to fight. It would be safer to have this dog emperor to fight the vanguard. So a strange scene appeared. Yang Feng's Jinyiwei Iron Cavalry actually cooperated with the Shun Army infantry and quickly arranged a standard infantry formation, and rode left and right cavalry in line with the mountains, jointly aiming at the surging Qing army.

"kill!"

Yang Feng roared and rushed straight to the flanks of the Qing army.

"Enter!"

Tian Jianxiu roared, and four thousand elite troops of Shun Army lined up and stepped forward.

Yang Feng first collided into the Qing army.

Hundreds of Manzhou warriors in front of him holding yellow flags holding long-handled battle axes immediately shouted and surrounded from both sides. One battle axes hung with the sound of wind, and the iron in Yang Feng's hand swept across. Amid a series of folding sounds, all the wooden handles of the long-handled battle axes that were slashing towards him were broken. Then the spears of Zheng Chenggong and others stabbed over, but at the same time, the shirtless general came to Yang Feng and smashed dozens of kilograms of heavy battle axes on his head with a violent roar. Yang Feng's right hand blocked the iron in front of him, and a sound of steel collision suddenly sounded.

The general roared in pain.

His axe was fine because his axe handle was also iron, but the impact almost made him lose his hand. Fortunately, he still held it with his strength, and then the axe slashed across. Yang Feng unexpectedly turned sideways, and an iron was blocking his side. The battle axe was chopping on the handle of the iron, cutting a scar on the steel as thick as his arm.

"Mama, there are really people who can fight me, please give me a name!"

Yang Feng smashed the head of a sneak attacker with Tiemo in his left hand and said somewhat unexpectedly.

"Obai!"

The Qing army general said with a grin.

"Then try this again!"

Yang Feng said, and his left hand smashed the iron on his head.

However, Oboi didn't even look at it, and the axe in his hand slashed towards his waist again. However, he underestimated Yang Feng's reaction speed. Then Yang Feng turned sideways and pushed his right hand horizontally. At the moment when the axes intersect, each swept away, but Yang Feng's left hand also wiped Oboi's head and fell into nothing.

Just as two long-handled battle axes attacked at the same time fell down at the same time.

Zheng Chenggong's spear behind Yang Feng quickly extended out to block one of them, but Liu Zhaoji and Liang Cheng on the other side were entangled by four enemies at the same time. Without having time to block the remaining one, the battle axe was slashing on Yang Feng's left shoulder. The five-mm stainless steel could not withstand such a heavy blow, and was smashed to pieces. Although it was not cut open, the impact force made Yang Feng's strengthened shoulder blades crack and his left arm suddenly hang down.

"His Majesty!"

...

A series of screams rang out.

Oboi, whose tiger's mouth had been shattered, roared wildly, and the battle axe in his hand slashed from Yang Feng's left side. Liu Zhaoji, who had escaped at the same time, stabbed him with a knife. Oboi still couldn't see the Yanling knife. He held the handle of the axe with bloody hands and chopped it down with all his strength. At this time, the three long-handled battle axes also slashed towards Yang Feng from the right side, forcing his right hand to sweep out.

At this moment, Oboi seemed to see the scene of himself chopping off the head of the dog emperor.

However……

When there was a loud bang, he felt the battle axe in his hand breaking free like an uncontrolled python and flew into the sky with the sound of breaking through the air.

"Don't you know I can't kill you?"

Yang Feng said with a sneer.

Obai looked at the raised iron spoon in his left hand with a blank look, and at the same time he felt a chill under his ribs. His blank gaze moved downwards and saw a geese-ling knife stabbed into his ribs until the hilt. In Yang Feng's sneering gaze, he slowly fell to the side with his diffuse pupils.

Immediately afterwards, Liu Zhaoji pulled out his Yanling sword from under him.

"kill!"

Yang Feng looked at the shocked Qing cavalry, and roared with a grim smile on his face.

At this moment, the elite Shun army led by Tian Jianxiu also collided with the disturbed Qing cavalry. These fierce northwestern men waved long-handled swords and, under the protection of shields and spears, crazily chopped the legs of the cavalrymen of the Manzhou Province inlaid with yellow flags. Countless war horses fell down in a splatter of flesh and blood.

On the other side of them, the Jinyiwei cavalry with Yang Feng as the core kept advancing like a chisel.

Because we had to deal with Yang Feng with a thick formation, the Qing army, which was as dense as possible, had no time to launch an impact formation, and the other side could not be deployed due to the obstacles of the mountains and forests. As a result, more and more Qing troops fell in pools of blood as the Ming army advanced and the squeezing of the Shun army.
Chapter completed!