"Quick, you dog minions!"

On the official road shrouded in night, the Qing army Niu Lu Suka whipped and scolded.

One of the slaves next to him screamed at the sound of the whip.

But none of the other slaves dared to speak, all of them lowered their heads and desperately pushed the middle carriage, this carriage full of grain was struggling to move forward on the muddy road after the rain, after 70,000 troops and their horses trampled and countless carriages crushed, the originally smooth road completely turned into a muddy pond, even if people pushed the horses, these heavy grain carts could not move smoothly, so that the camping fire of Gaopingyi, which was already faintly visible in the distance, became more and more distant.

Sukha's gaze suddenly fell on a slave who was visibly exhausted and wanted to stop to catch his breath.

"You dog slave dare to be lazy!"

He immediately yelled.

The latter was so frightened that he quickly lay on the ground and kowtowed.

"Drag it out, you dog minions, it seems that it won't work if you don't cut off a few of your dog heads!"

Sukha pulled out his sword viciously and shouted.

At this time, the two soldiers went up and dragged the unlucky slave out, and the other ones lowered their heads and didn't even dare to look at them, and continued to push the cart there desperately, not only them, but all the slaves in the entire baggage team were silently pushing the cart with their heads down. In their silence, the hapless slave cried and begged, but without any mercy, he was dragged to Sukha, and the younger brother who had just learned that the demon had cut his throat by Master Niu Lu, who had just learned that he had been guarding the Sand Ridge Station, grabbed him by the braids, and handed it to the soldier next to him and pulled him forward......

"Dog minion, die!"

Su Ka looked at the unlucky slave as if he was looking at the brocade guard named Yang Qing, and then raised his sword with both hands and let out a smug roar.

The next moment, however, he was stunned.

"What sound?"

He raised his knife and said in astonishment.

Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking the air.

"Enemy attack!"

He screamed and lunged forward.

Almost as he plunged headlong into the mud, an arrow flew over his head, hitting the pigtailed soldier in the face, who fell on his back without any pause, Sukha watched his dead body roll over, but before he could get up with the sound of breaking the air, the dead body of the other soldier fell to the other side, still shot in the same face.

Wiping the cold sweat and mud from his head, Sukha hurried to the carriage.

At this time, the whole team was in chaos, just like dozens of archers ambushed in the darkness on the opposite side, sharp arrows kept flying out one after another, almost hitting the Qing soldiers on the horses one by one, making them fall from the horses with screams, and all the remaining Qing troops were frightened and hurriedly dismounted, and rushed to those carriages full of grain to hide, and those slaves reacted quickly, they did not hesitate to hold their heads and lay on the ground, as for life and death, it depends on God.

"Fight back, kill it!"

Sukha yelled as he lay on his stomach on the grain bag.

Those Qing troops who were also lying behind the grain bags took off their shields from the carriages, they were originally heavy infantry on horseback, and immediately after getting the shields, they skillfully formed a shield wall, and then walked out cautiously, slowly advancing towards the attackers, some archers under the cover of the shield wall, also shot sharp arrows forward, but they couldn't see the enemy at all, purely to give themselves courage, but the arrows on the opposite side still kept flying, even if there was a shield barrier, these arrows still fell on the face of an unlucky Qing army from time to time.

Fortunately, the shield wall worked after all, and the Qing army still moved forward smoothly to close the encirclement.

Sukha breathed a sigh of relief.

However, he didn't notice that at this moment, the slave who had almost been beheaded by him had quietly crawled up to a dead body of the Qing army and picked up the knife that had fallen aside.

A few of the other slaves did.

But they continued to lie on the ground, and none of them reminded Lord Niu Lu.

"Rush, rush, ah."

Suka stood up and yelled, but the roar suddenly turned into a scream.

He looked back in amazement at the slave who had stabbed the knife in his back.

The latter gritted his teeth and dragged the knife down, and Sukha let out another scream, but he still looked at the slave in disbelief.

At the same time, the Qing army, which was about to complete the encirclement, also let out a scream of terror, and then scattered the shield wall and ran back desperately, rushing towards their horses, even if the arrows from behind them continued to shoot into their backs. Because at this moment, with the sound of horses' hooves, countless cavalrymen with cone spears poured out of the darkness, and before they could run back to the convoy that had left nearly fifty meters, these cavalrymen had already violently crashed into their midst, the horses' hooves trampled, the cone spears stabbed, and the Qing soldiers fell down in the slashing of sabers.

And the attacker finally showed up.

He walked out of the darkness with a bow and quiver on his back, and kept shooting sharp arrows as he slowly moved forward, killing the Qing soldiers who tried to fight back one by one.

But Sukha could no longer see that.

The slave who drew the knife in the drag did not hesitate to press the blade down his throat.

"Take all the horses and burn all the grain wagons!"

Yang Qing of the COS Elf Prince quickly stood beside them, looked at the slave who was slumped on the ground with interest, and said to the subordinate cavalry who swept past the convoy.

He was in charge of luring the enemy.

He walked close and shot with a bow and arrow, in the face of a marksman like him, especially when he was hiding in the dark and didn't know how many people, the Qing army did not dare to risk rushing forward even if it was a cavalry, the most rational way was to dismount and move forward in a formation with a shield wall, and at the same time his cavalry controlled the horses to approach slowly, to avoid being discovered by galloping, and when the Qing army dismounted and left the convoy, his cavalry could rush out of the abuse at full speed, and he continued to be responsible for suppression, such tactics were effective in the night.

His strategy is also simple.

It is to follow the Qing army to attack continuously, and bite like a maggot on the tarsal bone.

The biggest gain he brought by blowing up the pontoon bridge on the Sancha River was to lengthen the ranks of the Qing army, and the increase in the difficulty of crossing the river made it take Dolgon's 70,000 troops to cross all of them in three full days. The forwards of Sukesaha in front have already arrived at Luyang Station, and the ones in the back have not yet arrived at Gaoping Station, and Dolgon's Chinese army has only arrived at Panshan Station......

"As for you, will you follow me?"

He looked down and asked the slave.

Just then, two of his slave soldiers stepped forward and showed their freshly braided heads to advertise.

"The slave knocks on the master!"

The slave said without hesitation.

"Don't call the master, this word is too ugly, the master is Yang Qing, the commander of the Jinyi Guard, you are my house slave, call the master of the house!" Anyway, the word lord is too ugly, and this title will have to be standardized in the future, and I can't let those guys call me lord, and the lord won't be able to arouse the interest of beautiful girls when he listens. ”

Yang Qing said.

The slave didn't care about his nonsense, and very consciously took the sword and rode on Sukha's warhorse.

At this time, some of the other slaves hesitated, and finally came out, picked up all kinds of weapons and bled on the wounded soldiers of the Qing army on the ground, and then rode on the war horses of the Qing army, but there were still some who pretended not to know anything, and continued to lie in the mud on the ground, as if they were ready to rot with the mud, but fortunately, the slaves who returned to the country knew them and did not bleed them by the way. It is said that this time Yang Qing's harvest is very great, at least three hundred slaves have joined his command, these people actually have no choice, even if they run away to find the Qing army, it is inevitable that they will die, the Qing army's military law in this regard is very harsh, the slave master can only die, and at least there is a way to live with Yang Qing.

"The head of the house, the rear team of the Tartars is in Gaopingyi, let's set fire to them like this, they will come over soon!"

The slave said cautiously.

At this time, those cavalry had already set fire to the carriage they had pushed before, and the grain on the cart immediately burst into flames, and such a fire could be seen more than ten miles away in the dark night, and in fact, it was impossible for the Qing army guards of Gaopingyi, who were less than ten miles away, not to be invisible.

"Ah, all I want is for them to see."

Yang Qing said.

Indeed, what he wants is for the Qing army to see.

Just ten minutes later, the light of countless torches appeared in the darkness ahead.

"Light the torches and retreat!"

Yang Qing said without hesitation.

Together with the newly surrendered slaves, a cavalry contingent of six hundred men in all, immediately picked up the torches that had just been prepared, lit them on the flames of the grain carts, and then rushed quickly eastward into the dark fields.

Ten minutes later.

"Chase!"

Li Guohan, the blue flag Han army Gushan, looked at the mess in front of him and said hatefully.

His father Li Jixue was originally under Yang Hao, after the fall of Liaoyang, because he had sent an envoy to build a slave so he surrendered, it is estimated that he sold no less intelligence when he was envoys, and he was likely to be bought as a traitor, and then he was very preferential under the hands of wild boar skin, and was succeeded by Li Guohan when he was old.

"Master, what about these dog minions?"

One of the wrappers pointed to the slaves who did not follow Yang Qing but stayed behind to wait for the Qing army.

"Slave master, kill!"

Li Guohan said without hesitation.

"Master, master, we are loyal to our master!"

The slaves wailed and kowtowed for mercy.

But then the Qing army trampled over them, and then swept forward like a torrent in their screams, heading straight for the still faintly discernible fire in the distance.

Obviously, the speed of the latter's escape was not fast, and after chasing for more than half an hour, Li Guohan could already see a faint figure, and these guys seemed to know that they could not get rid of his pursuit, so they had stopped there, and the few cavalry quickly lined up, facing them and waiting quietly.

"Kill!"

Li Guohan pulled out his knife and shouted without hesitation.

The three thousand cavalry behind him immediately raised their spears and began to line up, but they didn't see that in the starlight of the night in the distance, there were countless black shadows of the shape of the ship......