Li Yangeng, who is familiar with the combat power of the Jurchen cavalry, feels that he can turn the tide.

At first, his idea was not to resist Dorgon's 3,000 white flag slaves, but to kill them by surprise when the slaves were tired and tired after the first battle.

Even though Liu Xingzuo's 8,000 men and horses were all lost, and Wang Jukui died outside Xinzhou City, Li Yangeng still believed that he could save 170,000 people in the city by himself.

Just 3,000 captives, don't worry!

Li Yangeng rode on his horse, looking at the killing field, still impassioned, and shouted:

"Although Ben General is the son of a false slave, he is lying with the blood of my Han family, and it is finally time to repay the country's kindness and wash away the shame!"

"The Tartars are coming from afar, and they will lack supplies, and they want to fight quickly, and they have just experienced a big war, and the people's hearts are fluctuating, and the army is tired and lazy!"

"You just need to follow the general, surround it, and break through the middle road in one go!"

"All the soldiers should break this team of slaves and horses, and sacrifice the son of the old chief, Dolgon, to comfort the king's heart, and at that time, you will return to Ming with me in triumph and participate in the righteousness!"

"We are upright Han people, and we have never been fake slaves!"

Li Yangeng preached on the spot, and successfully drove everyone's anger, and these Liao Ming soldiers who had been forced to succumb to capture raised their swords and guns, cheering and shouting:

"We are Han Chinese, not fake slaves!"

"Kill!!"

This preaching also caught Dorgon's attention.

He looked at the momentum of the other party's unity, and was also surprised for a while, and hesitated, after all, Li Yangeng's words were not false.

Three thousand white flag iron horsemen, just fought with eight thousand horse bandits, more than 100 were killed, the rest were wounded, and some scouts were scattered to inquire about the news.

At this time, it should have avoided the edge for the time being, and slowly broke it.

"Hiss~"

The horses under the seat, as if they had smelled the smell of the coming war, began to snort uneasily, and Dolgon thought twice, and then made up his mind, and grasped the reins of the horse with one hand:

"Ben Beile was ordered by the Great Khan to go on the expedition, but he didn't expect that there would be so many Han people in my Dajin land, opposing my Dajin!"

"Ben Baylor ordered to stay in Shinshu and not seal the knife for three days!"

If the knife is not sealed for three days, this kind of order is not given casually, which is almost equivalent to telling them that when they arrive in Shinshu, they can burn, kill, and plunder at will.

The woman who grabbed it is her own.

The treasure of gold and silver that is snatched is your own.

Under the butcher's knife, every Han dog killed can be used as a future to attack Liaodi in the future, and this kind of good thing is a fatal temptation for every Jurchen.

Moreover, they didn't think that this Han cavalry, which only had 4,000 people, would pose any threat to their 3,000 gold and iron cavalry.

In Liaodi, a thousand iron cavalry defeated a 10,000 Ming army, which is just a common thing.

"The Jurchen is less than 10,000, and 10,000 are invincible!"

This sentence was first sung by countless Ming soldiers who were beaten by them, coupled with Nurhachi's deliberate publicity, it became such a situation where the Ming army heard the golden change.

Two years ago, He Shixian, the general of Shenyang, did not follow Xiong Tingbi's order and went out of the city without authorization, and ended up with a corpse in the wild, which is the best example.

Once the Ming army is out of the city, no matter how many people there are, Dajin's cavalry is confident that they will be defeated, this is self-confidence, this is even more strength!

Dorgon clenched his fists at this thought.

To be honest, although he is very confident on the surface, he has no bottom in his heart, he has already fought a battle, and he still doesn't know who the other party is.

This kind of confused battle always makes people's hearts depressed.

Li Yangeng led the cavalry and collided with Dolgon's white banner iron cavalry, and the platoon of cavalry in front of the fight turned on their backs and screamed and was shot down and dismounted.

A Ming soldier was knocked off his horse by the Jurchen cavalry, and although he quickly turned over, he was still pierced by the tiger spear stabbed from behind and lost any ability to resist.

Li Yangeng is determined to live and die with Shinju City. 、

He looked around and found that a white-armored slave was coming straight for him, so he sneered in his heart and scolded with a smile:

"Damn Tartar, I'm afraid it's not that the Three Kingdoms have seen too much and are thinking about killing the generals!"

As soon as the words fell, in an instant, the white armor slave who was also brave and good at fighting in the white flag rushed to the front of him, Li Yangeng did not dare to be careless, and was busy pulling the reins of the horse.

The mount hissed and raised its front hooves high, blocking the realization of the white-armored slave's ride.

Take advantage of his illness and ask for his life!

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Li Yangeng did not spare his hand, and suddenly exerted his strength, picked the weakest point of the right shoulder armor of the white-armored slave rider, and shouted:

"Dog Tartar, give ——! to your grandfather"

With the words, this white-armored slave rode and was picked up by Li Yangeng and flew into the air, due to the severe pain, he couldn't even hold the spear in his hand, and fell to the ground with a "bang".

"General Shenwu!"

Seeing this, the Ming army that was in a bitter battle around them was greatly invigorated, and they shouted one after another, raising their morale, and began to storm the middle of the road where Dolgon was located.

Li Yangeng snorted coldly, slammed the white-armored slave rider to the ground, tightened the reins of the horse, raised the front hooves of the mount, and stomped on the body of the white-armored slave rider on the ground.

Hearing only a scream, the white-armored slave rider, who still boasted of being brave, was already taking in more air and less breathing, shrinking to the ground, his eyes full of fear.

On the battlefield, there is no need for a moment's hesitation.

Li Yangeng saw that the white-armored slave rider could no longer survive, so he turned his mount and stabbed his gun straight at the other slave rider.

The two armies clashed, fighting in the dark, and the sun and moon were dark.

It's not that Li Yangeng's 4,000 people are more elite than Liu Xingzuo's 8,000 people, it's just that the main generals take the lead and repeatedly fight strong enemies, which makes their military morale inspired.

As soon as they thought that the opposite side was the old chief's favorite son, the Ming army also moved forward bravely, and also made plans to capture the thief and capture the king first.

In the middle of the battle, two or three hundred horsemen galloped out of Xinzhou City in the rear, but Liu Xingzuo, who was no longer masked, came with a bright silver gun and shouted from afar:

"Brother Li, I'm here to help you!"

Seeing the reinforcements, Li Yangeng, who should have been happy, was a little annoyed at this time, he turned his horse back and shouted:

"Why are you here, the people of the city, whatever?"

"It's all evacuated, good brother, you can last so long!" Liu Xingzuo laughed, "It's been two hours, how did you come here?" ”

"Piled up with human lives..."

"It's been three hours..."Li Yangeng was also a little surprised, looked at the ten-year-old child surrounded by a group of white-armored cavalry, pointed and said:

"He is Dorgon, the old chief's favorite son."

"If we can catch it and give it to Your Majesty, we will definitely be able to wash away our humiliation!"

"What do you think, the movement we made in Shinshu is too big, the old slave has already sent reinforcements, and if we don't withdraw now, we all have to stay here."

Liu Xingzuo was startled when he heard his idea, and hurriedly said:

"It's Amin here, there are more than 10,000 cavalry in the Blue Banner, and you can arrive at the fastest time when it's dark, let's go, brother, don't fight hard."

Li Yangeng looked at Dolgon, who was close at hand, and said with hatred:

"But I'm not reconciled!"

"Since the two of us have met, there is no need to hide it anymore, I have contacted Yuan Keli, the governor of Denglai, and now I only have to go to Phi Island to meet with Mao Shuai, and return to the Ming Dynasty!"

"Yuan Keli will lead us into the Jingmian Saint, and at that time, all humiliation will turn into a cloud of smoke!"

Liu Xingzuo persuaded: "You can't let the brothers endure these years of humiliation in vain because of you today, listen to me, let's go!" ”

Hearing this, Li Yangeng's eyes flashed with light, and he said categorically:

"The great cause of resisting gold is still long, I listen to you, withdraw!"