The Worship of God won a great victory in Wangaoling, killing more than 300 Qing troops, capturing more than 100 people, and escaping more than 500 people. If the battle of Huazhou is a small victory, this battle of Wangaoling can be described as a great victory, and it is a complete victory in the face of the Qing army's entire army during the day. This greatly boosted the morale of the worshippers, and in the face of the coming Qing army, everyone seemed full of confidence.

The arrival of the defeated troops at the front brought the bad news of the defeat of Iktambu. In the barracks of General Zhou, he was furious, "This damn Iktambu didn't listen to the command and ruined the entire team!" ”

"The chief soldier is angry, and Iktambu is to blame for ignoring his lordship's orders, and he can't complain about it." The staff officer next to him said with relief.

"Even so, I'm afraid of the imperial court..." Zhou Zongbing is still worried, after all, a high-ranking Manchu general is dead, and he, as the main general, is afraid that he will not be able to run away, and the imperial court has always favored the Manchurians, and this pot is estimated to have to be borne by himself.

"My lord, now is not the time to think about Iqtambu. At present, according to the spies, the vanguard of the anti-thief is less than half a day's journey away from us, and please decide what we should do quickly. ”

"How many of them there are, do you know clearly?" Mr. Zhou asked.

"This caliber varies, and the people who fled back in front say that there are as many people, and most people say that there are more than 10,000. But the villains analyzed it from all angles and felt that they exaggerated the number of anti-thieves, and I estimate that there were about six or seven thousand anti-thieves. The staff officer thought for a moment and replied.

"Is it reliable?"

"Reliable, the villain is calculated by the number of flags returned by the spies, and the gap should not be very large." This staff officer is very smart.

"Six or seven thousand people 。。。。。。" This number makes Zhou Zongbing a little entangled, if it is tens of thousands of people, he can order the troops to retreat quickly, but this number is within the range of battle, if he runs away like this, the imperial historians will definitely participate in their own crime of fearing the enemy, plus the death of Iktambu, his red top will definitely be taken away.

"What do you think?" General Zhou couldn't make up his mind and asked the staff officers around him.

"My lord, fighting at this time is not good for our army. The rebels had just won a great victory, their morale was high, their fighting spirit was high, and their numbers were two or three times that of us, so this was not a good time to fight. ”

"I know this, but this battle has to be fought." General Zhou sighed and said, "Order the team to rest in place, kill more cattle and sheep to treat everyone, and prepare for a big battle." ”

"Yes." The staff officer was preparing to leave.

"Wait a minute, get the horses ready, feed more forage, don't ride these days, save more horsepower." Mr. Zhou added again, "Don't make a noise about this matter!" He still kept his hand, but fortunately there was a small cavalry guard in his team, and he could still run away if he couldn't do it.

Two days later, the day of the decisive battle finally came, and all the teams of the Worship of God arrived around Cai Village and stood against the Qing soldiers. It's an open field, with no terrain to exploit, and it's a tough battle that can only be fought in real terms, door to door, drum to drum.

"The main anti-thief force has arrived." The staff officer pointed to the ranks of the Cult of God.

General Zhou raised his eyes and saw that the thieves were neatly dressed, uniformly dressed, and held high, and their morale seemed to be very high. They were divided into three armies, left, center, and right, and pressed towards them in a pincer shape. This is not a bandit, this is an army, and the number is far beyond himself, three times his own, and Mr. Zhou also felt the pressure increase sharply for a while.

"Do not panic, brethren, give orders to go down, and the archers will be ready, and when the enemy approaches, hold down the position with bows and arrows."

The two sides first exchanged exploratory bows and arrows, but the Qing army had a slight upper hand, and the bows of the Qing soldiers had a longer range and more lethality than the homemade bows used by worship. This is not surprising, most of the blacksmiths on the side of the Worship of God are temporarily invited, and they usually make some hoes, rakes and other agricultural tools, and they have little experience in making military weapons, so the things they make will naturally be worse.

On the side of the Worship God Sect, Yang Xiuqing is also nervously paying attention to the situation. This time, he put out a crab formation, striving to be safe, the advantage is on his side, and the difficulty now is how to break the dense defensive formation of the Qing soldiers, obviously using bows and arrows will not achieve the goal. He waved the order flag and commanded the front row troops to begin an attack on the Qing army.

Charging in the front row were the most elite soldiers of the Cult of God, all of whom were strong young men. A squad of twenty-five people, a squad of ten people, they carried a rattan shield in front of them, and under the leadership of the standard-bearer, they charged from a distance of two hundred paces.

Two hundred steps, one hundred and fifty steps。。。。。。 Enter the range of the Qing soldier's bow and arrow.

One after another, the worshippers of God worshippers fell under arrows, some were shot to the point and were killed on the spot, and some were shot to the point that their limbs were incapacitated, and although they were protected by shields, the casualties were still very large. Yang Xiuqing was also very worried, there was no way, the attacker wanted more dead people, this is the price.

One hundred steps, fifty steps, and finally twenty steps, and both sides can see each other's faces clearly。。。。。。 The Qing soldiers' archers gradually retreated to the rear, and the sword and shield men began to rise up.

A strange scene happened, and the cultists who had been rushing so hard just now suddenly stopped. Bottles of fire jars crossed over the heads of the sect members in the front row and were thrown on the sword and shield hands in the front row of the Qing army. The flames rose and spread all over the body at once, and this accident disrupted the formation of the Qing soldiers. This is the local method that Yang Xiuqing came up with, fighting with fire, and the actual combat seems to be quite good.

"Kill!" Taking advantage of the chaos of the Qing soldiers, the killing of the sect members in the front row rose again, and the Qing army fought together.

The situation began to turn in favor of the Worship of God, and the front of the Qing army was clearly scattered by the impact.

Yang Xiuqing raised the order flag again, ordering Shi Dakai's Left Route Army and Wei Changhui's Right Route Army to take advantage of the numerical advantage and divide a part of the people to begin to wrap around the rear of the Qing army, preparing to encircle the Qing army.

In fact, this move is very risky, once the Qing army is completely besieged, it is inevitable that they will be trapped and fighting. If the generals have a clear mind, they can still fight if they replace the chaotic soldiers in the front row in time and reorganize the formation. When the time comes, if you want to take it completely, the casualties will be very large. But at this time, Zhou Zongbing was afraid, he was afraid that the retreat would be completely cut off, and he would be made dumplings by the worshippers, so he took the guards and rode off the team, and ran away without looking back.

When the Qing soldiers saw that their main generals had run away, their morale suddenly plummeted. First one by one, then in a team, and finally in a whole group of people scrambling to run away.

The worshippers pursued and killed for a whole day and a night.

In the battle of Caicun, Zhou Zongbing fled hundreds of miles back to his Xunzhou Mansion, but only two or three hundred of his team escaped, and the rest were either captured or killed.

Worship God Cult won three battles and three victories, and hit his first beautiful punch to the Qing court in Guangxi.