The sound of hoofbeats is like thunder.

War horses intertwined and blood splattered everywhere.

The Yan Fei Dao in Li Zijing's hand became a little more bloody, and the cold light became stronger. Behind him, the horses of the elite cavalry of the old camp were flying back and forth among the crowd, with their hooves beating in the wind and their long manes flying.

Broken limbs flew across the sky, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

I don't know since when, Li Zijing couldn't tell whether the pain or numbness coming from his left shoulder was, and the original black waistband arrow jacket was stained black and shiny with blood.

As soon as these Qing troops fought in front of him, Li Zijing already knew that those who came were not the serious Eight Banners of Manchuria.

When he was fighting with the Manchurian guard just now, the broad-bladed wild goose-wing sword he was holding was so powerful that with one strike, Li Zijing's arm was shaken to the point of numbness.

The Qing troops in front of him had light swords and fast horses, and their cutting power was much lighter. Some of them were not particularly good at riding, which even made Li Zijing feel a little relaxed.

Only then did the gap between the old camp of Dashun and the green camp of the Qing army become apparent.

Li Zijing pulled the horse's rein slightly and looked around, his fear of escaping completely gone.

After several confrontations, only a few people in the old camp were injured, but most people were still roaring with all their strength. Not only did they not look tired on their faces, but they were extremely excited.

Looking down, most of the bodies lying on the ground were the bodies of Qing soldiers.

The old camp at the rear of the palace, with less than 500 men, mounted their horses and unleashed a powerful fighting force, nearly wiping out the Qing Army's Green Camp Cavalry, which had more than a thousand reinforcements.

Without Li Zijing's orders, these elite cavalry from the old battalions who had fought in the north and south for many years began to reorganize, spontaneously gathered behind him, and cast contemptuous glances at the frightened green battalion cavalry in the distance.

Li Zijing's expression could not be said to be very relaxed, because this battle was far from achieving his goal.

After about a few hours of fighting, the Dashun army, including their men and horses, were out of breath, but they had not even touched the edge of the Qing army's camp.

At this moment, Liu Fangliang was leading all the Dashun old battalion in the rear formation to dismount and fight on foot, with the fresh troops as the vanguard, while the rear formation used Kaiyuan bows to shoot towards the gully.

Clusters of arrows poured down like raindrops with the sound of breaking through the air, hitting the armor of the Manchurian guards.

The projectile of the Kaiyuan Bow did very little damage to the heavily armored Manchurian guards. All it did was distract the attention and give the dashun swordsmen in the front a chance to make one more slash.

Maybe that one knife could tear a fatal hole in the Qing army's formation like an iron barrel!

"Hold on!"

Shang Shan also knows that only by stabilizing the formation can he have a chance of survival.

Liu Fangliang's eyes were slightly anxious. All the Dashun troops in the rear had already pressed forward. The battle had reached this point, but they still failed to defeat the hundreds of Manchurian guards on the gully.

The old battalion, which was in its early 1000s, was actually in a state of anxiety with the Manchurian Guards, which had less than 500 people!

These Manchurian guards had gradually collapsed, but when reinforcements arrived, they burst out with a firm will to resist.

Like a rock in the waves, it remains motionless no matter how hard it is beaten.

Li Zijing turned his attention to the green camp cavalry in front of him, tightened his wild goose-wing knife, and finally fixed his gaze on the yellow dragon scroll behind a Han general.

If you want to completely defeat these Manchurian guards, you need to break down their psychological defenses and let them know that continuing to resist will only lead to death.

"Cut the commander's flag!"

Li Zijing raised his sword and jumped on his horse, charging forward again.

"kill!!"

The elite cavalrymen of the old battalion, who had been gearing up for a long time, immediately followed. Infected by Li Zijing's courage, they rushed towards the bewildered Qing army's green battalion cavalry with wild shouts.

The Green Battalion of the Qing Army was originally composed of the defeated soldiers of the Ming Army. After several rounds of hedging, it had already been seriously damaged. The fear of being killed by the Dashunjing, and the military morale tended to collapse.

When they saw Dashun Laoying rushing towards them, they collapsed and screamed, running away in all directions.

"Behead those who retreat!!"

Geng Zhongming led the Han army's Zhenghuang Banner Supervisory Team and killed several fleeing Green Camp cavalry one after another. Not only did he fail to stop the defeat of the rebel army, but even the Supervisory Team was almost dispersed.

The quality of the Qing army's green battalion cavalry was far inferior to that of the old Dashun battalions who had been fighting for many years. They trampled on each other, their flags were scattered on the ground, and they wailed all over the field, and they fell into chaos in an instant.

The green battalion cavalry holding the yellow dragon banner widened their eyes and kept looking left and right, looking nervous.

In the blink of an eye, the supervising team turned around, dropped the big banner in their hands, jumped off the horse, hugged their heads and ran away, disappearing in the crowd of defeated soldiers in a moment.

The elite cavalry from Dashun's old camp rushed in, completely breaking up the order that Geng Zhongming tried so hard to maintain.

The soldiers and horses of the green camp fled in all directions, and the cries, begging for mercy, and screams rang in his ears. Li Zijing subconsciously lowered his head and glanced at the bloody goose feather knife in his hand, and felt a movement in his chest and abdomen.

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It turns out that the feeling of winning a battle is so good.

One after another, the defeated troops of the green battalion fell under the sword of Dashun's old battalion's elite cavalry. Although their numbers were greater than those who pursued them, they were completely defeated.

Geng Zhongming never expected that his Green Camp would be so unwilling to fight.

The green hills were left without worry of no firewood. Seeing that the chaos could no longer be stopped, Geng Zhongming made a prompt decision and led the few remaining cavalry from the Green Camp around him to rush back to the main camp.

There was a burst of cheers.

Li Zijing turned around and saw that a Dashun veteran had jumped off his horse, picked up the yellow dragon banner that had been thrown to the ground by the Qing army's green battalion, and returned to his horse to shake it vigorously.

"Won?"

Liu Fangliang pulled out the iron gun in his hand from the body of the Manchurian guard in front of him, blood splashed on his face, his expression remained unchanged, and then he raised his eyes and looked forward.

The cheers of the Dashun Army had covered up the shouts of killing on the battlefield, and the iconic yellow dragon banner of the Qing Army was danced by an old battalion cavalry rider.

The hundreds of old battalions around Li Zijing were like sharp blades, destroying the more than a thousand green battalion cavalry brought by Geng Zhongming and completely tearing them apart.

The reinforcements had collapsed. The Manchurian guards standing outside the gully looked at the yellow dragon banner being waved by the bandits, their minds were shattered, and their faces were full of disbelief.

Shang Shan lost his mind for a while, and the formation he had worked so hard to maintain suddenly fell into chaos.

The Dashun troops in the rear formation were as if they had been given a shot of blood, and they all fought extremely bravely. They directly broke up the formation of the Manchurian guards in front of the gully and separated them.

Liu Fangliang looked around and finally settled on the back of the crowd.

The guard leader Shang Shan, who was dressed in iron armor with a red flag, and his armor was soaked with blood, was waving the broad-bladed wild goose-wing knife with all his strength, killing the Dashun old camp one after another.

Liu Fangliang's eyes tightened and she rushed straight towards Shang Shan.

"Woo——"

"Uuuuuuu——!"

Just when everyone thought they were about to win, rapid trumpets suddenly sounded from everywhere.

The three-pole yellow dragon flag shone brightly against the golden sun. The horizon was densely covered with flags, and a dense army suddenly appeared.

Countless Qing troops rolled in like a stormy wave.

Deafening shouts of killing suddenly resounded in Pingchuan outside Jindou Pass.

"The Manchurian soldiers are coming!"

"There are Manchurian soldiers everywhere!"

Li Zijing took a breath of cold air and looked around. Those in the Dashun camp who still had smiles on their faces had extreme fear in their eyes.

The ground beneath my feet was trembling, and the feeling of helplessness overwhelmed the joy of victory for a moment.

Under the yellow dragon banner in the middle, Duduo, who was wearing a white flag and armor, slowly took off his gun helmet and looked at everything going on near the gully with an expressionless face.
Chapter completed!