A few days later.

Guangyou Temple in Liaoyang City was clothed in the sunset, Xiong Tingbi walked out of the temple wearing armor, looked around, and found that the west sky was red, and walked silently.

Seeing that Liaodong Jinglu did not say a word, and there was no new order, the soldiers of the supervision battalion waiting outside the temple glanced at each other and followed closely behind.

The next day, the rooster announced.

"Whew-"

The Ming army guarding Liaoyang heard in horror the horn of the Houjin army marching in the north of the city.

How could these old, weak, sick and disabled people who were specially arranged at the head of the city have never seen such a battle, they are all terrified, and some even lie on their stomachs at the head of the city, looking at the black and oppressive Houjin army and horse team, and drop their swords and guns under the city in a trance.

One of the pacesetters received the news from the city's head and crawled into the governor's palace.

"Report ——!"

"Oh no, uh..."

Before he could speak, he was stunned on the spot.

Xiong Tingbi, the Liaodong Jingluo at the time, was sitting upright on the main hall, still wearing the armor from last night, quietly looking at the pacesetter, and said lightly:

"It's the slave soldiers."

The pacesetter was stunned for a moment, then nodded violently and said:

"Taitai, there are more than 20,000 people in the pseudo-Jin Erbeile Amin, as well as the Han army and the Jurchen army with yellow flags!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a series of footsteps sounded outside the Governor's Palace.

Cao Wenzhao came in in a hurry and said:

"Governor, Amin is calling for battle at the north gate, let me go out and meet him!"

Surprisingly, Xiong Tingbi, who has always been cautious in the use of soldiers, agreed this time, he looked at Cao Wenzhao and Cao Bianjiao, nodded and said:

"General Cao, lead the headquarters out of the north gate to line up and attack the slave army."

Although Cao Wenzhao didn't know what he meant, he didn't hesitate at all, and hugged his fists and said: "Don't worry, the governor will definitely take down the head of the butcher Amin!" ”

......

After Cao Wenzhao left, he returned to the house and put on armor to go on the expedition.

His subordinates only had 3,000 cavalry and 7,000 infantry troops, and it was difficult to go out of the city and line up to win Amin's Zhenghuang Banner.

When I walked to the center street, I heard the horn of the Houjin army in the north of the city, and the sound was getting closer and louder, and together with the sound of the hooves of the horse team, it gradually became earth-shattering.

Amin held the reins of the horse in one hand and looked at the city with a sneering face:

"You see, these Ming army guards in the city looked at the eyes of my Eight Banners Iron Cavalry, and some even threw their weapons."

"How can such an army confront my Dajin?"

Indeed, the Ming army at the head of the city seemed to be different from the battle-hardened border army in Liaoyang in the past, and they looked at the Houjin army in battle under the city, and panicked for a while.

Before the generals could give the order, sporadic artillery pieces were already fired, blaming and blazing.

Amin was ordered by Nurhachi this time to explore the reality of the Ming army guarding the city, although he was impulsive, but he was not stupid.

Liaoyang is where Xiong Tingbi is located, Cao Wenzhao, Cao Bianjiao, and Xue Laiyin, the deputy chief soldier of Datonglai, can be said to be a fierce general.

The strength of the defenders at the moment is obviously unrealistic.

Just thinking about it, there was a sudden drum beating and golden sound in the city, and a large number of heavily armed Ming troops came out of Liaoyang City, passed through the north gate, crossed the moat, and came to the foot of the city tower, lined up.

Yiming will ride on a horse, holding an iron spear, and point directly at Amin:

"Listen, I'm your grandfather Cao Wenzhao."

"If the dog is brave, let the horse come, if you are as timid as a mouse, then quickly retreat, the grandfather of the province will beat you all over the ground to find teeth!"

Amin wasn't angry, but relieved. Xuanshu Literature Network

He was about to give the order to attack, when he was on the side of the Yellow Banner Lama Zhenzat and persuaded:

"Erbeile, the Great Khan asked us to come and listen to the truth, Cao Wenzhao dared to come out like this, it is bound to be relied on, and we should return to the Great Khan to decide!"

Amin glanced at him and sneered:

"Zat, are you scared?"

"He Shixian also came out to fight against our army like this back then, what was the result?"

"The Great Khan is afraid that the Ming army in Liaoyang will not be able to retreat, and the fighters will be fleeting, and when you go back to the Ming Great Khan to send troops again, the Ming dogs will have already retreated to the city!"

"I think it's Xiong Tingbi who thinks that Ben Beile only brings a positive yellow flag, and thinks he can beat me, and he doesn't let him see the power of my Eight Banners Iron Horse, and they dare to be more presumptuous!"

As he spoke, Amin waved his hand impatiently and ordered someone to release the horn again.

As soon as the horn came out, the Houjin army moved, the Jurchen cavalry stepped forward, and the tail of the army was the Han army with the lowest combat effectiveness.

"Kill!"

Cao Wenzhao took the lead, personally led the family and cavalry, and collided with Amin's Jurchen cavalry.

In an instant, the swords and soldiers were connected, and the sound of killing was deafening.

"Oh my God...!"

The old, weak, sick and disabled people in the city tower who were temporarily arranged to watch this scene tremble all the time, let alone go down to support.

Xue Laiyin walked slowly, standing in the middle of this pile of old, weak, sick and disabled, watching Cao Wenzhao's army and the Houjin army fall into a bitter battle, but he didn't mean to be in a hurry.

The cavalry of the Ming army and the Jurchen cavalry were in close contact with each other, and for a while the stumps flew wildly, the fast horses were like shuttles, the swords and guns collided, and the sonorous sound was endless.

Cao Wenzhao and Cao Bianjiao, one with an iron spear in his hand, and the other with a goose wing knife in his hand, danced up and down one after the other, even the brave and warlike Jurchen cavalry could not get close to the two of them.

A Niu Lu really saw that Cao Wenzhao was revealing a gap behind him, and hurriedly urged his mount, just a few steps forward, and was swept off the horse in a blink of an eye.

Amin is also a stainless steel tiger gun, the gun path is changeable, the gun is stable and accurate, chasing Cao Wenzhao to one place, the two war horses bite each other, and they fight for a while.

......

The two armies under the city were fighting fiercely, and the Ming army was gradually showing signs of defeat.

The cavalry of the Ming army, which had only 3,000 people, was obviously not the opponent of the Jurchen cavalry of Amin Zhenghuangqi, and with the escape of Cao Wenzhao and Cao Bianjiao, they instantly collapsed and scattered.

"Hahaha, what kind of brave general is this Cao Wenzhao, looking at his panicked appearance, even Liaoyang didn't dare to go back!"

The Ming army was scattered, panicked, there could be no ambush at all, Amin naturally refused to let go of this good opportunity, after he figured it out, he immediately waved his army to chase and kill.

The Houjin army pursued all the way, and the Ming army retreated all the way, and the army was defeated.

Amin struggled to catch up, seeing that Cao Wenzhao and Cao Bianjiao were about to disappear, he thought for a moment, and decided not to care about the follow-up infantry army, and only led the cavalry to speed up the pursuit.

The Houjin army pursued the Ming army along the way, and the corpses were everywhere along the way, and the banners and baggage of the Ming army were also thrown all over the ground.

Amin came to a wilderness and stopped his mount, turned around to look, and realized that after some pursuit, there were only two or three thousand Yellow Banner cavalry left with him.

After all, he is also a veteran of the battlefield, Amin reacted quickly, and if he pursues like this, even if he catches up with Cao, it will be difficult to win.

Just thinking about it, there was a sudden shout of killing in front of him, but it was Cao Wenzhao and Cao Bianjiao who led the Ming army to flee halfway, turned around and killed back.

Before he could react, the Ming army in Liaoyang City was beating drums again.

A Ming army horse team galloped out from the east gate, and tens of thousands of troops suddenly poured out of the mountains and forests on both sides of the road, like the magma of a volcanic eruption, and the flood that broke the embankment, besieging Amin's cavalry in the wilderness.

The ambushed Ming cavalry rushed towards Amin like a whirlwind, and the surrounding Ming infantry also formed a formation and slowly pressed on, aiming the black hole muzzle and sharp tip of the bird gun at the slave cavalry on the wilderness.

The Ming army was very anxious and did not waste a little time, and after the ambush was killed, they quickly pressed all of them and went straight to Amin.

After a row of guns, the two armies fought and slashed, knives and guns came and went, people's heads rolled under the horses' hooves, and the sound of birds released continuously.

Even Amin's iron helmet was drenched in blood.

At the same time, Xiong Tingbi, who was sitting alone in the lobby of the Governor's Palace, stood up, looked at the map hanging on the wall with his hands, and said slowly:

"Order, let Amin go back."