There were also 1,300 Qing troops in the Tartar camp, of which 300 were the Blue Armor Han Army, and the rest were Mongolian foreign vassal soldiers and Mongolian Eight Banners.

The Qing army was stationed in Shandong for half a year, and no one dared to pluck the feathers on the tiger's body, so they were completely unprepared for the attack on the camp.

At the camp gate in the west, more than 3,000 men and horses from Gao Liu's two divisions poured into the camp, and the Tartars did not have time to wear armor and ride horses, so they could only fight on foot with swords.

The combat power and military discipline of the Tartars are indeed strong, if the other horses were kicked by thousands of people, it is estimated that they would have collapsed long ago, but the Tartar soldiers poured out of the camp tent one after another, with scimitars and shields, and killed at the west camp gate.

For a time, the sound of killing at the camp gate shook the sky, the two sides fought in formation, the spears went back and forth, the sharp spearheads stabbed again and again, bringing out the blood mist, the soldiers on both sides fell to the ground one after another, a Mongolian Tartar was stabbed in the left eye by a shot, and the whole gun head did not enter the eye socket, the scene was extremely terrifying.

Gao Yihuan rushed to kill on horseback, and the Tartars in the camp scattered and fled, but they all ran in one direction, that is, the horse shed.

This is the instinct of the Mongols, the men on the steppe, only on the horse is the eagle, without the horse can only be a pheasant, they can not be compared with the fishing and hunting people in the white mountains and black waters, riding is their best way to play.

Gao Yihuan's face was hideous, and he galloped in front of everyone, and the war knife in his hand had already cut down the two of them, both of them from the back, and it was extremely easy to kill.

After a while, Gao Yihuan chased to the stable, and when he saw the Tartars running over, one by one leading the horses from the stables to take the saddle, he immediately roared loudly, "Kill, don't let the Tartars get on the horse!" ”

With a loud roar, he stepped forward, slashed a newly jumped Tartar off his horse with a single sword, and then set his sights on his next target.

It was a bare-headed, ringed Tartar, who had fled all the way.

Gao Yihuan saw a big gold ring on his ear, and knew that it was a Tartar nobleman, so his eyes suddenly narrowed, and he rushed over with a horse.

Biltahar took out a war horse, heard the rumbling of hooves, and knew that he was being targeted, and had no time to take the saddle, so he hurriedly jumped on the horse, sat on the back of the unsaddled horse, and sat down with only the strength of his legs.

He turned his head and saw Gao Yihuan, this southern barbarian chased him all the way, Biertahar's butt fell on the horse's back, and he immediately had confidence in his heart, his eyes leaked killing intent, and he immediately drew his knife to meet him.

Gao Yihuan saw this Tartar rushing over, but he was not deterred by his domineering, and he couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and then he was furious.

This is the first Tartar who dares to reflexively fight with him tonight, Gao Yihuan knows that this Tartar is not ordinary, but his adrenaline is surging, his blood is up, and he is very excited, he still clamps the horse's belly, and the war knife swept towards Biltahar.

Biertahar hurriedly leaned back, the knife slashed against his face, and then straightened up and stabbed Gao Yihuan who was staggering.

The second brother was hit hard in the back, and a one-foot-long hole was cut on the blue armor outside, but there was still an iron armor inside, so he was not injured.

The two grabbed the war horse, turned around to fight the horse and fought, fighting a few knives, the second brother only felt that the tiger's mouth was shaken, and he suddenly sweated profusely, and completely sobered up.

He stabbed twice in a row, and although he was blocked by the armor, he began to be afraid in his heart. Gao Yihuan didn't expect the tartar in front of him to be so violent, fortunately the other party didn't have a saddle, otherwise he would have been beheaded under the horse.

Biltahar had already sensed that the person in front of him was not his opponent, but the opponent was wearing double armor, which made it difficult for him to break through the armor. After he even slashed a few times, he couldn't hurt the second brother Gao, and he couldn't help but feel a little angry in his heart, and at this moment, he suddenly noticed that Gao Yihuan was not wearing a helmet, so he couldn't help but show a trace of cruelty in his eyes.

Biertahar sneered, sold a flaw, Gao Yihuan was overjoyed when he saw it, and was just about to swing the knife to cut it, but saw the scimitar in the other party's right hand raised high, so he was shocked, and hurriedly turned the split into a block. Biltahar slashed down with a knife, and Gao Yihuan's sword was taken out of his hand, and his soul was frightened.

Gao Yihuan was shocked, pulled out the horse and ran, and Biltahar scolded angrily, and urged the horse to chase and kill.

This made Gao Yihuan's back flutter coldly, scared into a cold sweat, and he didn't dare to turn back at all, just galloped on his horse, but Biertahar, with superb riding skills, followed closely behind, and the war knife had been raised, just waiting to catch up, he cut off his head, and Gao Yihuan was killed.

Gao Yihuan was chased around the camp, crying out in his heart, and suddenly saw a ride coming towards him, he was immediately overjoyed, and roared urgently, "Black Tiger, save me!" ”

Xu Heihu originally followed behind Gao Yihuan, but after rushing to the stable, he was entangled by the tartar on the horse, and Gao Yihuan rushed fast, so he was left behind.

The black whirlwind sank like water, and did not answer, but picked up the long-handled axe and galloped past Gao Yihuan. Biertahar was chasing Gao Yihuan, not wanting to face a big man suddenly, it was too late for him to turn around, so he could only roar and wave his scimitar to meet the strong man's blow.

With a sound of "dang", the black whirlwind picked up the axe and swept it, and Biltahar swung his knife to resist, but he only felt a huge force push him off his horse and slammed it on the ground.

Almost at the same time, Xu Heihu reined in the war horse, the horse's hooves fell heavily, and stepped on Biertahar's legs, he suddenly struggled and wailed......

Gao Yihuan galloped far away, and when he noticed that no one was chasing him, he reined in the reins of the horse, and hurriedly wiped his sweat, only to look back, and saw that Xu Heihu actually knocked Biltahar off the horse as soon as he joined it, and he couldn't help but feel a little shocked.

In fact, Xu Heihu also took advantage of the surprise attack, plus Biertahar had no saddle, and the weapon was only a scimitar, so he was swept off the horse with an axe.

Gao Yihuan saw Biltahar on the ground, angrily beat his horse and galloped back, pulled up the reins and fell heavily with a hoof, trampling Biltahar to death.

At this time, he looked left and right, and no one seemed to notice this, and then he hit the horse to Xu Heihu's side, coughed lightly, and did not look at Xu Heihu, but looked ahead, and said with a straight face: "Cough~ Heihu, you did a good job just now, but don't tell others about this matter~"

In the Tartar camp, the most fierce battle is still in the West Camp, a large number of Shun troops poured in from here, the Tartars in the camp generally only have two reactions, those who choose to flee, go straight to the stable, and the Tartars who choose to fight, the first reaction is to block the West Camp Gate and drive out the men and horses who stole the camp.

At the camp gate, the two armies hissed and shouted, fighting in formation, the front swords and shields cut each other, the long soldiers on both sides hid behind the sword and shield and kept exchanging blows and stabs, under the dense formation, the people on the two fronts could not dodge, they could only instinctively slash the knife to each other, stabbed the spear at the other party, and the flesh and blood flew between the lines, raising a cloud of blood mist.

When the Tartars were attacked, they could still block the camps, and they were indeed stronger than the Shun army, but their numbers were too small, and they couldn't block the east gate if they blocked the west gate.

Jin Shenghuan led two thousand Shun troops to break through the east gate, and almost encountered little resistance, and killed them in the west camp.

The firecrackers of a bureau suddenly raised their guns to shoot, and the Tartars were shot in the back one after another and fell to the ground.

This time, the Tartar of Xiyingmen was attacked from both sides, and finally collapsed, Jin Shenghuan waved his knife and pointed at it, roaring angrily, "Kill, no one will be left ······"