Hou Xuanyan looked at the Qing soldiers in the distance, as if he had torn a hole in hell, and countless evil ghosts surged out of the slit.

On the flat land of Jiangnan, these people were like locust plagues, and could not see at a glance. However, these sturdy locusts did not harm the crops, ate human flesh and drank human blood. Since entering the pass, none of the tens of thousands of soldiers of the Eight Banners have never killed the people. If the way of heaven knows them, they will be killed, and they will ensure that the wrongful and false cases will not exceed one hand.

Qin He nervously held the hilt of the knife and was ready to escort Hou Xuanyan to escape at any time. Hou Xuanyan observed that the Qing soldiers who entered the range of the fire of the musket were not fatal, so he waited slowly. Once these cavalry rushed in front of him, he had to shoot them all, otherwise it would be dangerous. Back in front of the woods, Hou Xuanyan asked the gunners of the artillery camp to test the shooting distance, and it was estimated that it would be bounded by a gully in the suburbs of the city.

"The cannon is ready, and the musketeer fired me a volley with the cannon."

Qin He was frightened, his voice was already trembling, and he asked anxiously: "Master General, do you still want to fight?"

The number of Qing soldiers was too large. Even the personal guards who had been with Hou Xuanyan had already become timid in the battle. Although the whole army knew that their two armies were already on the road, it was a little nervous that he was a little nervous when he resisted the Qing soldiers with only 20,000 people. Especially with Hou Xuanyan in his camp, the consequences of the defeat were unimaginable.

Hou Xuanyan didn't expect that there would be so many Qing soldiers, but it was obviously not the time to retreat. Once he escaped, he became a living target. Especially when he came across the river this time, he was all infantry, so how could he escape the Eight Banners Cavalry?

If he had the chance to escape at this moment, Hou Xuanyan would of course give orders to avoid danger and preserve his strength. But obviously there was no chance. Hou Xuanyan had to pretend to be calm and chuckled: "My reinforcements are already on the road. I have all the information about this Qing army, just to wait for the reinforcements to arrive and counterattack in one fell swoop."

When the generals next to him heard this, they looked happy. As expected, Duke Yue had made all plans, how could he be surrounded by the enemy? It turned out that these were all the tricks of Duke. It was ridiculous that he was still worried. Looking at the Duke's demeanor with his hands on his back and his relaxed and freehand look, it was obvious that the big plan was sold, and there was no one who didn't believe it. The soldiers and generals around Hou Xuanyan were excited, as if the great military achievements were right in front of him, and his emotions were contagious. One transmission was spread to ten thousand times, and the Northern Expedition Army in the woods suddenly passed away.

Hou Xuanyan looked in a distance, and saw that there were thousands of people who had entered the range of Qing soldiers. These people were all cavalry. If they were to fire too many, once the cannon sounded and exposed their position, the musketeers could not shoot them on their way to charge, and they would be their own nightmare after getting close. After all, it would be impossible to form a formation in the woods. Even if they were to set up a square formation, there were so many Qing soldiers, it would be easy to surround and annihilate him. After all, no matter how strong the formation was, it would be useless in the face of absolute strength.

Jirgalang rode on the horse, threw away his prince's robe, and wore a light blue silk armor. He frowned and asked, "Those wastes said that Hou Xuanyan was aggressive and had the attitude of a Northern Expedition. Why did he not see a single figure when he arrived in Jiangpu?"

Su Bandai, of the Mongolian Dorot tribe, led the Mongolian Eight Banners in the tribe, and followed Jirgalang to the south. Hearing Jirgalang's words, he bent down and said, "The Han people have always liked to exaggerate. Zhang Dayuan was defeated, so he boasted about the strength of Hou Xuanyan. In my opinion, the southerners were timid and incompetent, so they did not have the courage to cross the river and fight with our warriors. They must have known that our army was coming and fled back to the south of the Yangtze River in shame."

Jiergalang said in a deep voice: "Don't underestimate Hou Xuanyan. Li Lutai's courage is famous in Manchuria. I once fought with him, and he is like a hungry tiger going down the mountain, which is fearful. I heard that Li Lutai's head was cut off by Hou Xuanyan in front of the formation. Even if the tiger is captured, no one dares to step forward and finish the attack. Such a person cannot be a timid person."

Su Bandai looked down on the Han people from the bottom of his bones. He was attached to the Ming Dynasty and led his tribe to live in Wulitai, Xi Xingshan. Later, because he looked down on the Han people and felt that the Han people were cowardly and incompetent, he led the entire tribe to surrender to the Qing Dynasty. At that time, Huang Taiji ordered Jiergalang and Duoduo to lead 1,500 people to welcome him. Liu Zhouzhi, the general general of Xingshan of the Ming Dynasty, set up camp along Xingshan City, and joined forces with Jinzhou and Songshan's guards to form a wing to form a 7,000-part wing to force the attack on the Manchus. Jiergalang's army broke into the enemy formation, broke into the Ming army formation, defeated the Ming army, and chased him to the city to break through two Ming army camps, and at the same time killed Ming deputy general Yang Lunzhou and Li Dewei.

This battle further strengthened Su Bandai's determination to abandon Han and surrender to Manchuria. In his eyes, the Han people were so weak that no matter how many people could defeat the warriors in Manchuria.

A trace of fear flashed through Hou Xuanyan's heart in the distance. It was false to say that there were so many Qing soldiers who were not afraid. But now that things have come to this, fear has no meaning. As the commander of the three armies, if his subordinates saw that he was afraid, he would lose three points before he hit the target. Hou Xuanyan knew that the archery technique was not good and he would not use the musket, so he simply sat on a piece of tree stump, calculating his steps in his heart, and when it came time, he opened his eyes calmly and said: "Fire the cannon!"

With the sound of a rumbling cannon, the Qing army formation in the distance was like a stone thrown into boiling water. The number of Qing soldiers killed was extremely limited, but it exposed the location of the Northern Expedition Army.

Jirgalang finally laughed with relief: "I said why can't I find the monkey? It turned out that he had rushed to the mountains, haha. Come on, capture Hou Xuanyan alive, and reward tens of thousands of taels of gold."

The blue flag rode up the horse, just like they had been hunting since childhood, scattered into a crescent moon, rushing up the mountain.

Archers and musketeers who had been prepared long ago raised their guns to shoot. Lead bullets accompanied by bows and arrows shot towards the galloping cavalry. Simple working together plays a huge role at this moment. The Northern Expedition Army can superimpose shooting, but the firepower has never been so dense.

Hou Xuanyan seemed to be able to hear the messy sound of horse hooves and the shouts mixed with Mongolian and Manchu. The hand holding the sword had already lost its intuition.

Jirgalang did not expect that the Northern Expedition Army's firepower could repel the cavalry's charge. In his opinion, although muskets were useful, they were only suitable for bullying the weak. In the face of the bravery of Manchu warriors, once musket soldiers were close to their bodies, they would be prey to be slaughtered. Jirgalang commanded the Qing soldiers behind and continued to charge towards this small hill less than the height of the city wall. The dense forest blocked the scene behind the flames. The charging Qing soldiers could not see how many troops their enemies had, so they could only rush forward with their teeth.

The cavalry pioneered the way, wrapped the infantry behind him and finally rushed to the bottom of the mountain. The cavalry of the Eight Banners of Manchuria was actually quite average in combat, and infantry was truly powerful. The cavalry of the Yehe tribe was powerful, but the Yehe tribe was more Mongolian blood. When they fought with Nurhaci, they once said, "I fear my cavalry, I fear my slaughter." The heavy infantry of the Eight Banners of Manchuria could not defeat their armor with ordinary swords and arrows. They were as thick as wild boars, and they were invincible on the battlefield.

Of course, these heavy infantry can also be used to fight on horseback or dismount to attack. Most of the cavalry rushed to the bottom of the mountain, and the dense forests were not conducive to fighting on horseback. The Eight Banners soldiers dismounted and pushed their swords to attack. They had seen the Han people, and no longer faced the flames and arrow rain, which was like seeing prey for them.

The musket soldiers hurriedly retreated and went to a higher place to shoot. The sword and shield soldiers and spearmen next to them rushed up. A leader with a blue flag slashed half of the head of a Northern Expedition Army with one sword, and his face was grim. He had faced such a battle situation more than once. According to his experience, the Ming army would soon lose its combat effectiveness and become a massacre.

But what greeted him this time was no longer a blank and helpless look and the Han people waiting to be slaughtered. A long spear stabbed into the neck of the war horse under his crotch, causing him to fall. A Ming Jun, who had a firm look, held a shield in his hand, raised the steel knife in his other hand, and slashed into the soft flesh of his neck.

It hurts, it hurts so much. It turns out that this is how someone cut off his neck. At this moment, he remembered that after entering the pass, countless Han people who died under his knife, and they had endured such severe pain, but am I not a hunter... Why did I cut my neck by my prey?

No one answered him, and countless men and horses stepped on their bodies and met in close combat in the woods.

A deputy senator with a blue flag was brave enough. One person slashed several people by the formation knife, and soon rushed to Hou Xuanyan. Seeing Hou Xuanyan wearing a general costume, many personal guards around him must be high-ranking officials. When the general saw the heart of the hunt was rushing towards him, Hou Xuanyan felt a gust of wind swelling and his feet slipped. The general saw that he didn't cut it down, and suddenly a man who was even taller than him stood in front of him. He was standing on a high place and was about to be about to be

He was at a high level with himself riding a horse. Hu Bawan reached out and pulled Man Jiang off the horse, stomped his feet in the middle of the back. Man Jiang was a famous warrior in the clan. He had never seen such a Tai Sui, and he was like a chicken. Hu Bawan stepped on his back and kicked him on his head. His boots were pointed at the center of his eyeballs, and then he turned around and said, "Master, this place is not safe, should you retreat to the top of the mountain?"

Hou Xuanyan stood up and sang: "A real man gains fame on the battlefield, glorify his ancestors, and wins his wife and sons today. Kill me!"

Hu Bawan was excited when he heard it, and felt that every word from the Grandmaster was said in his heart. He shouted, his eyes were bloodshot and about to rush towards the enemy camp. Suddenly, he felt a tightening behind him. Hu Bawan turned around for no reason and saw that his belt was tightly grasped by the Grandmaster.
Chapter completed!