Although the 3,000 men and horses of Bayan's department are the banner of the Han army, they have also experienced many battles and fierce battles, and all of them are considered to be the last brave division.

In the past, when facing the Ming army, the Mongol army, or the Korean army, these people also showed full courage.

But since the defeat of Duoduo, Tong Yangxing, Aobai, and Yue Tuo died one after another, the entire Qing army has cast a shadow in their hearts.

Bayan didn't believe in this evil, and secretly decided in his heart that he must frustrate the Jiang family's army today, so that those guys who are afraid of the enemy like a tiger can take a good look at this so-called strong enemy.

"General, the enemy army is already three miles away from our army and is coming in the direction of our army." The scout shouted back.

"It's just in time, it's time for us to clear our shame. The infantry stopped in formation, and the cavalry followed me. "Bayan is not completely brainless, and knows that he can't take the infantry with him in the charge, so he let the lieutenant general line up with the infantry, so as not to be disrupted by the enemy.

The two thousand cavalry roared angrily, followed Bayan to raise the whip on his prancing horse, and rushed forward at a faster speed.

"Report! The enemy outpost had only about 500 horsemen. Rushing towards our army! The scout returned again.

"Okay, annihilate the enemy army, shame on you!" Bayan shouted excitedly, feeling in his heart that these five hundred cavalry had become the ghost of his sword.

Zhao Feng also received the news that the scouts reported that the Qing army had divided two thousand cavalry to charge the formation, he smiled and was unmoved, the spear in his hand shook in a circle above his head, and the five hundred elite cavalry behind him changed the formation in an instant, forming a large cone formation composed of five hundred people in a cone formation.

This is also the standard formation of the Jiang Jiajun when attacking the enemy's formation.

The sound of horses' hooves, which was as fast as thunder and dense as drums, had been heard very clearly, and the five hundred elite horsemen below Zhao Feng were already in high spirits.

Zhao Feng let out a long roar, pulled down the armor, the spear was sandwiched in his arm, the cold tip of the spear pointed obliquely at a slight upward angle, and rushed towards the Qing army first, and the five hundred elite horsemen behind him pulled down the armor at the same time, put on the same posture, followed closely, and lifted the smoke and dust in the sky.

Three miles of land is simply a moment's work for the cavalry galloping with all their might, and the two puffs of smoke and dust quickly collided together, and in an instant, people shouted and neighed, the sound of swords and guns entering the flesh, the sound of war horses screaming, and the sound of soldiers dying and screaming together and burst out.

The originally fierce 2,000 Han cavalry array, facing the 500 Jiang family's elite cavalry in a conical formation, suddenly appeared a big pit like a thin iron sheet that had been violently smashed by a sledgehammer.

Zhao Feng plunged headlong into the loose array of the Qing army with five hundred elite horsemen, like a real iron cone that easily pierced their thin formation, causing the Qing soldiers to turn over on their backs, and the original ferocious momentum was instantly stagnant.

Zhao Feng roared again and again, the spear in his hand was invincible, anyone who stuck to it was either dead or wounded, five hundred elite horsemen followed him, five hundred spears were like arm commands, and the lord would chisel to the bottom of the Qing army array without stopping with the momentum of thunder.

As soon as Bayanfu received the enemy, he shouted in his heart that it was not good, and the long knife in his hand almost flew away from the spear in the hand of the enemy commander, his arms shook violently, and his heart was terrified.

At this time, Fang knew that the strength of the Jiang family's army was definitely the only strong enemy they had ever seen in their lives, and they had already developed a trace of fear.

The array of two thousand cavalry was not very thick, and it didn't take long for Zhao Feng to completely penetrate the array of the Qing army with five hundred elite cavalry.

Bayan Lema looked around and found that the original 2,000 cavalry were less than 1,500 at this time, and almost all of the corpses on the ground were in their own clothes, but the black armor of the other party was almost invisible. Emotions such as anger, fear, and doubt in his heart came to his heart together, but the confidence of many years of fighting on the battlefield made him unwilling to admit defeat so much.

Bayan shouted vigorously and ordered the remnants of his troops to prepare to turn around and hedge with the enemy for the second time.

However, when they all turned their horses' heads to prepare for a second assault, they found that the enemy did not turn their horses' heads to prepare for a hedge, as they expected, but continued to gallop north.

Bayan was stunned for a moment, and instantly understood the enemy's intention to rush to his rear of a thousand infantry.

"The whole army retreats, rescue the rear team!" Bayan was angry and anxious, and ordered sharply.

Before he could make a move, there was a sudden and dense sound of horses' hooves from behind, like a muffled thunder sweeping towards them.

Bayan's heart was shocked, and he hurriedly turned his head to look back, only to find that the smoke and dust were billowing from the south, covering the sky, like a black dragon rushing towards him.

The two Qing scouts fled in front of the black dragon in a hurry like a waterfowl being chased by a huge tide, slapping the war horse under the crotch fiercely, and it seemed that they might be drowned by the waves at any time.

Bayan knew that this must be the main force of the enemy's forward, and it would take at least four or five thousand cavalry to form such a terrifying formality, and the little ambition that had just arisen had long since disappeared.

"Withdraw!" Bayan shouted sharply, and galloped north first, and more than a thousand remnants of soldiers behind him also hurriedly followed.

A powerful rain of arrows fell from behind, and the two Qing scouts were instantly pierced into a sieve, fell to the ground with a bang, and then were completely engulfed by the black dragon rolling forward.

The black dragon did not stagnate, and continued to soar forward, getting farther and farther away from the remnants of Bayan.

And the five hundred elite cavalry led by Zhao Feng in front of Bayan had already rushed to the front of the 1,000 infantry left behind by the Qing army at this time, and was speeding up, rushing towards the Qing infantry.

The formation of a thousand infantry had little defense power in the face of the surging five hundred iron cavalry, and everyone in the Qing infantry was terrified, and the originally calm array soon became agitated.

If it weren't for the harsh military law of the Qing army, someone would definitely turn around and run away at this moment.

The lieutenant general left behind was shocked, and the only thing he could do was to shout loudly and ask the soldiers to keep their position unchanged as much as possible, so as to gain a glimmer of life.

"Steady! Stabilize it all for Lao Tzu! General Bayan's main force will soon turn around to rescue, don't stop it! ”

The adjutant general's words made the commotion array just settle down, the soldiers held the weapons in their hands tightly, swallowed their saliva and stared nervously at the cavalry of the Jiang family army rushing towards them, and the cold eyes of the leading general seemed to be seen clearly.

"We also have enemy cavalry behind us!" At this moment, someone shouted.

Before the words fell, the Qing soldiers had already heard the rapid and dense sound of horses' hooves coming from behind them, and everyone couldn't help but be horrified, and turned their heads to look, only to see a black tiger banner rolling from behind.

The last trace of courage in the hearts of the Qing soldiers dissipated, and someone shouted, threw the weapon, turned around and ran wildly.

Some people took the lead, and the remaining Qing troops had no intention of fighting again, all of them threw away their weapons, some fled in all directions, and some squatted on the ground holding their heads and waiting for surrender.

In the end, only the adjutant general was left standing in place with a hundred and ten diehards, lonely like a sampan in the middle of the ocean, and there was a possibility of being drowned by the waves at any time.