Seeing that Qin Chuan led his troops down from Nanpo, Zhang Bingzhong snorted coldly, then turned over on his horse and pulled out a long knife.

"Gather the brothers of the old camp, prepare to rush with me to kill, and take the head of the dog surnamed Qin."

"Yes."

His men went down to shout, and Zhang Bingzhong looked coldly at the imposing cavalry on the mountain.

He didn't think that he would be able to attack the border mountain in one fell swoop, but it was just a drain on the opponent's troops and ammunition.

The surname Qin only has 1,500 troops, he has 30,000 people, except for the old, weak, sick and disabled, more than 20,000 people can hold knives, today only 10,000 people were dispatched, only need to attack the mountain a few more times, it can consume the more than 1,000 people surnamed Qin in two days.

Now, since the surnamed Qin is going to run down to die, things are much easier.

Zhang Bingzhong just watched coldly as Qin Chuan's five hundred horsemen stabbed a large group of his subordinates into hedgehogs with javelins, and watched the five hundred horsemen rush into the panicked crowd like wolves, killing those useless rogues to the point of crying and calling for their mothers, and running in all directions.

He has people, and the most important thing in this world is people, as long as he can lead the surname Qin to the foot of the mountain, it doesn't matter how many people die.

Qin Chuan took the lead, and the five hundred horsemen were like broken bamboos, and the blood flowed like rivers everywhere they passed, and there was almost no life.

The rogues on the southern slope threw away their armor and ran wildly, screaming and crying to the earth, and then the rogues on the western and northern slopes also fled.

Zhang Bingzhong's first offensive collapsed completely.

But he soon summoned thousands of old camp bandits, all riding horses, and before the people were gathered, Zhang Xianzhong waved his knife and pointed at it, shouted "kill", and then took the lead and killed Qin Chuan, who was already close to the foot of the mountain.

With a thousand old battalions against five hundred horsemen surnamed Qin, he has a full chance of winning.

It's just that as soon as he shot his horse and galloped wildly, Qin Chuan's five hundred horsemen suddenly split into two, and one of them suddenly turned to the east with the surname Qin, and killed the rogue who fled there.

The other part turned to the west and killed the rogues who fled on the western slope.

Zhang Bingzhong's face changed, and he scolded: "The surname is Qin, don't go!" ”

Qin Chuan didn't bird him at all, and continued to rush all the way to the east.

The other tiger and leopard battalion, led by Luo Da Niu, also headed west without stopping.

Luo Da Niu was not greedy for merit, and after killing all the way to the western slope, he immediately turned back to the mountain.

Zhang Bingzhong chased Qin Chuan to the death, around half of the mountain until he chased to the west, and when he saw that he was getting closer and closer, Qin Chuan suddenly pulled the reins of his horse and ran up the mountain with his men.

Qin Chuan didn't want to fight him.

Zhang Bingzhong's face turned blue with anger, and he continued to chase after him regardless of it.

At this time, there was a sudden loud cannon sound on the mountain, and more than a dozen shells passed over Qin Chuan's head and smashed into Zhang Bingzhong's old battalion team with a roar.

Suddenly, Zhang Bingzhong's more than 1,000 old campers turned on their backs, screaming again and again.

"King, you can't chase it anymore."

Li Biaofeng shouted loudly with a pale face.

Zhang Bingzhong was almost hit by a cannonball, and he was also shocked into a cold sweat, hurriedly pulled the reins of the horse, shouted "withdraw", and then ran down the mountain regardless of it.

Luo Daniu, who had gone up the mountain first, had already turned his horse's head and was ready to wait, and when he saw his men and horses turn around, he led the two hundred tiger and leopard battalions to pounce down from the mountain again.

Qin Chuan also circled and followed behind with a roar.

Zhang Bingzhong looked back and saw that the old camp people who were left behind were killed by the other party, and he was suddenly angry.

"The surname is Qin, Lao Tzu is in your mother's house!" Ivy

Li Biaofeng was afraid that he would be hot-headed and kill back, so he hurriedly persuaded: "King, let's go quickly, and it's not too late to go back to the camp and make plans." ”

"That's right, father-in-law, let's go back to the camp first and then make plans."

"It's not too late to rest the people and clean up the surname Qin."

"King, let's go."

Zhang Kewang and others also spoke up to persuade them.

"Into his mother's house, withdraw, hurry up!" Zhang Bingzhong scolded unwillingly.

In fact, there is no need for him to shout, the old battalion men and horses under his command have long lost their will to fight, and they are running faster than the other.

Qin Chuan and Luo Da Niu chased all the way behind, threw all the javelins, and after seeing that they couldn't catch up, they turned elsewhere and chased down the rogue who had no mount.

Zhang Bingzhong fled all the way back to Dazhai, turned over and dismounted, stood behind the rejection of the horse, and scolded and looked at Qin Chuan, who was wantonly chasing and killing his subordinates.

The chase lasted for more than a quarter of an hour, and it was not until Zhang Bingzhong's men and horses all fled back to the camp that Qin Chuan slowed down his horse and stopped more than a hundred steps away from Zhang Bingzhong's village.

"Eight kings, concession, concession." Qin Chuan shouted with a smile to Zhang Bingzhong in the camp.

Zhang Bingzhong was furious: "The surname is Qin, I will be in your mother's house!" ”

"Ahem, Eight Kings, let's talk a little bit, that ...... Today, you have given a lot of credit to Qin, thank you, let's meet tomorrow. ”

Qin Chuan arched his hand at him with a smile again, then turned the horse's head and walked leisurely towards the border pass mountain.

"A waste who can only scold his mother, and bring a group of bad breeds who also want to take the head of my big boss? Bah! ”

Luo Da Niu spat in Zhang Bingzhong's direction, and then swaggered behind Qin Chuan.

Liao Sangun took a few steps forward with a big gun, raised his chin and shouted: "Your Grandpa Liao hasn't been killed yet, do you have anyone with a handle, come out and fight with your Grandpa Liao for a few rounds." ”

Lao Huang grinned with big yellow teeth and said with a smile: "Fellow villagers, what are we killing and killing for?" In order to eat, there is a place called Jingle County and Lan County seven hundred miles to the north, which is the territory of our big masters, where everyone has food, clothing, and fields, so don't give Zhang Bingzhong their lives, it's not worth it, hurry up to Lou Fu to eat, and everyone can eat enough. ”

The lynx also ran out, shouting in an old-fashioned manner: "If you don't believe it, just look at me, last year I almost starved to death, it was the big boss who rescued me on the side of the road to Lou Fu, gave me food, gave me clothes to wear, I survived, there are many people like me, our big boss took in tens of thousands of hungry people, and there are not a few of you." ”

"Dare to dig up the people and horses of your eight kings, and I will fall into your grandmother's woes!"

Zhang Bingzhong was so angry that he burst out with a knife, but fortunately Li Biaofeng and a few others stopped him.

The lynx spat at him from afar, and then walked away on his toes.

Liao Sangun shook the big gun a few times, and after seeing that no one dared to come out, he followed him to the border pass mountain with great interest.

The Guan Emperor army on the mountain was cleaning up the battlefield at the bottom of the mountain, mainly to give those seriously injured rogues a good time.

At noon, when the smell of rice and meat wafted from the mountain, the harvest and battle damage were counted.

Emperor Guan's army suffered a total of 135 casualties, 42 of which were killed, mainly the tiger and leopard battalion that died in the battle when they descended the mountain, 27 were seriously wounded, and the rest were minor injuries that did not affect the battle.

About 2,000 people were killed, most of them died under artillery, muskets and rocks, and a few died under the pursuit of the tiger and leopard battalion led by Qin Chuan.

Countless weapons were seized, including more than 50 pieces of cotton armor and leather armor, three pairs of iron armor, more than 400 taels of silver, and more than 10 pieces of gold and silver jewelry, which were basically found from the corpses of Zhang Bingzhong's old battalion men and horses.

Eighty-two horses that could still be ridden, and dozens of dead horses that were close to them were also moved back to the border mountains to be cut and eaten.

This battle can be described as a complete victory, but Zhang Bingzhong did not hurt his vitality, he still has more than 1,000 old battalion men, and there are still about 20,000 rogues who can go to the battlefield.

There is still a tough battle to be fought next, and with Qin Chuan's soldiers and horses alone, it is a bit difficult to completely defeat Zhang Bingzhong, and it depends on when the other generals of the Ming army can arrive.