The Chahars had not faced such a situation for ten years, since the Manchu Qing conquered the Mongolian steppe, these wild wolves that bit each other were domesticated into cattle and sheep, and lived in humiliation but comfort under the grazing of the Manchus.

In Hou Xuanyan's words, when the war started, comfort was death.

Abe Nai put the scimitar in his hand in front of him, looking at the opponent in front of him, the horses were all black armor, the Han army was different from this, their military uniforms were always uniform. There has always been a saying on the grassland that the Han people who dare to go out of the customs and enter the grassland are the most difficult opponents to provoke. There is Wei Qinghuo who is sick from afar, and Xu Da who often meets spring nearby, but I don't know what kind of color this group of people has been after two hundred years.

With a shrill chirp, several eagles hovering above the battlefield, as if sensing the smell of danger, dispersed from high in the sky.

"Although the grassland is big, behind us are our old people and children, our cattle, sheep and horses, come on, let us slaughter this group of Han people who can only plough the land like our ancestors!"

Zalie licked his thick lips, clenched the all-steel fork in his hand, and led the remaining 7,000 cavalry of the Chahar Department to gallop forward in an arc. These men were not the strongest warriors in the Chahars, but their nomadic nature kept them from fighting, even when facing an army that had just won the Manchu victory.

The scene of thousands of horses galloping is really not inferior to the thunder bursts, and the heavens and the earth change color. The Fengzi battalion on the opposite side was unmoved, and soon the sound of horses' hooves became louder and louder, and the blade of the Mongol scimitar could already be seen.

Wang Xing of the Fengzi Battalion shouted in a deep voice: "There are still three hundred steps, raise the gun!" ”

The cavalry of the Fengzi battalion raised the firearms in their hands in unison on their horses, and Wang Xing certainly didn't have time to check if their guns were in order, his eyes stared at the front.

"Two hundred steps, shoot!"

There was a thudding sound, accompanied by the smoke from the muzzle of the gun, and the Mongol soldiers who were rushing ahead were shot off their horses. The effect of this round of shooting was not particularly large, and there were not many people killed, but it cast a shadow on the psychology of the Mongolian soldiers.

This time, it was the Fengzi Battalion who pursued alone, and in the past, it was the musketers of the infantry who fought side by side for them. Now obviously he didn't care about putting away the firecracker, Wang Xing raised the flag and shouted angrily: "Abandon the firecracker, kill!" ”

The Fengzi battalion threw the firearm to the ground without any distress, drew his sword and charged his horse, so close to the distance, almost as soon as his legs clamped the horse's belly, he had already encountered the enemy.

The hand-to-hand combat, the neighing of horses, the collision of swords and guns, the fight between the host and the guest, the yellow sand slammed into the face, and the blood rushed to the sky.

In the meantime, the winner has been decided.

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Over the dark green grassland, the remnant sun crossed the heavens and the earth with a layer of dark gold, and the flags of the defeated were scattered on the ground, and the corpses still maintained their temperature.

Wang Xing wiped the blade in his hand, and around him were the soldiers of the Fengzi battalion who gathered the corpses of their comrades, they had the strongest logistics to ensure the abundant physical strength of the soldiers; has the sharpest weapons; War horses fed with the best forage; After they fell, there was the best Lang Zhong to save them. Moreover, they had just driven the invincible Manchurians out of their homeland, and thus gained the morale of the army. This Northern Expeditionary Army was unstoppable and unstoppable.

A group of people with a winning streak is very difficult to beat unless it is a big decision-making mistake. Their momentum has already been brought out, and they can often exert their full combat effectiveness against the enemy, and in the face of their enemy, it is good to be able to have half of the usual time.

The brothers in front had already brought back the fleeing Erkongguo and the old and weak women and children he led, and several soldiers drove a group of old men, children and women from the Chahar tribe with gloomy faces. The prince has an order to kill all the Chahar people to avenge the brothers who died in the battle in Xuzhou, and also to deter the Mongolian tribes, so that they will not dare to take in the escaped traitors again. As long as you find Jian Liangyu, take him back to Datong and kill him, and shame the brothers. The rest of the Mongols, not a single one remained. ”

The young general in charge of the pursuit had a bitter face and said: "General, these are all old things and children, unarmed, subordinates... I can't do it. ”

Wang Xing scolded with a straight face: "Fart, waste things, look at these old things, which one of them didn't enter the customs and loot when he was young, these little cubs are also a scourge when they grow up." Even if you don't fucking study, you should know that wildfires can't be burned, and the spring breeze blows and grows. After speaking, he raised his knife and moved forward, and the bluffing Mongolian old and weak hugged each other in panic.

Xia Wanchun rode over and stopped: "Wang Xing, what are you doing?" ”

"Xiangxi Hou, this is what you said, although the beam jumper is far away, he will be punished. These people are not self-sufficient, and they dare to take in the traitor Jian Liangyu who the prince personally named and wanted to kill, and if they don't kill them all, how can they deter the Mongolian tribes. "The Fengzi Battalion has been led by Xia Wanchun since the establishment of the Jinling Army, so Xia Wanchun's words Wang Xing still have to listen, obediently stopped, and explained with a smile.

"No, you see these people, they are all old and weak women and children who are powerless, and it is against heaven for us to kill them." Xia Wanchun's eyes were somewhat unbearable, especially when these Mongolians were hugging each other, panicking like lost dogs, and the corpses of the middle-aged men in their family were lying on the grass next to them.

Although it was said by Xia Wanchun himself, Wang Xing was still unconvinced, and said with a stalk around his neck: "Where is the prince..."

There was a faint trace of anger between Xia Wanchun's eyebrows, and he said in a deep voice: "Where the prince is, I will naturally go and say, carry out the order, and bring them back." ”

Wang Xing looked at his young face, shook his head with a wry smile, and said, "In that case, the last general will take the order." ”

At this time, a boy from the Chahar Department, who was dressed better than ordinary children and had a whiter face, stood up and pointed at Wang Xing, who was holding a knife, and shouted in Mongolian. The woman behind him pulled him back and hugged him tightly in his arms, trembling all over. The little boy was still not convinced, and opened his mouth to bite, but the woman was in pain but hugged him tightly, but did not let go, and after a while blood was already flowing from his arm.

The little boy was the son of Abeno and was supposed to be the heir of the tribe, and the woman holding him was only his servant, and the little boy angrily tore and kicked him.

The corners of Wang Xing's mouth raised, chuckled, and shouted, "Li San, what did he say?" ”

Li San is a young man in Fan Yongdou's shop, after the Fan family fell, the Fengzi Battalion recruited guides and translators in Zhangjiakou, and Li San, who lost his means of livelihood, threw himself into the Fengzi Battalion. This kind of guy ushered in, and he is the most observant of words, although the level of fighting is not good, but the wit is still there.

Hearing Wang Xing's words, he stood up and said, "General, he said, 'You Han dogs and Han pigs, sooner or later he will kill us all to take revenge.'" He also said that we people were cowards and did not dare to kill them, and that although he was young, he had already killed many Han slaves. ”

Wang Xing nodded secretly, and Xia Wanchun on the side also knew that such a young child would scream a few times, where would there be so much content. But the surrounding Fengzi battalion soldiers couldn't help it, everyone frowned angrily, and countless eyes stared at the little boy, no matter how stubborn and ferocious he was, he was just a child, and he was scared to be honest.

His angry scolding just now, although it was not as ugly as what Li San said, there were really a lot of insulting words about the Han people.

"If they are not of my race, their hearts will be different! Xiangxi Hou, these beasts can't stay. After Wang Xing finished speaking, he quietly walked a few steps to the captive, and when he saw Xia Wanchun's gloomy face and no reaction, Wang Xing's eyes rolled and shouted, "Brothers, kill this scourge." ”

Wang Xing deliberately vaguely said who to kill, and the angry Fengzi battalion soldiers stepped forward one after another, wanting to slaughter the Chahar department.

The boy in the woman's hand was picked up, and the bear child had lost the courage he had just had, and he was crying but could not make a sound. The knight threw him in his hand, and Wang Xing raised his sword and split him in half in mid-air.

The remaining soldiers of the Fengzi battalion began to slaughter the prisoners, and the screams came one after another, Xia Wanchun turned his horse's head and left with his own soldiers.

Li San couldn't get used to such a bloody scene, so he leaned over with his back and said, "General Wang, Xiangxi Hou seems to be very unhappy. ”

Wang Xing stared at Xia Wanchun's back, and the age difference between the prince Xuanyan and Xia Wanchun was not much different, but if Xia Wanchun came to lead the Northern Expeditionary Army, the Northern Expedition would still be in a dream.

Wang Xing patted Li San on the shoulder and laughed softly: "The little marquis is a scholar in the end, the scholarly anger suppresses the desire to kill, this is a taboo for commanding the army, I am his old subordinate, I should help him at this time." After speaking, he turned his head and looked cold: "Kill!" Not a single one is left. ”