The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the land outside the gate, the hard land, and the horse's hooves will make a terrible sound.

Like a trumpet of death, or like a summons from Yama, the bloody battle has been going on for a day.

I don't know how many pairs of eyes, at this moment, they are looking at Liaodong and Shanhaiguan. In Zhao Hong's ears, he could only hear the hooves of his war horses, and the other sounds of fighting were deaf. In front of him was the last batch of Guanning Iron Riders in Shanhaiguan.

"I am a Liao person, and my ancestors are buried here. When I was young, my fathers took us to pay homage to our ancestors in the black land. Later, Jiannu was rampant, and Huma entered the customs to this day. My parents, uncles, brothers and sisters all died tragically under the Tartar sword. But I didn't give in, I didn't want to be a coated servant who grazes and milks the enemy, groveling and groveling.

You are all Liao, there are people like me who don't want to be slaves, please fight with me! ”

The silent iron horseman, following the young general they admired when they were young, and now the grandfather of the country, is indomitable.

Zhao Hong was armed with a silver spear, and there was almost no enemy in the place he passed. The smell of blood, mixed with the smell of earth, came to my face. The spurting column of blood, I don't know whose face it splashed on, I didn't have time to wipe it, it was the next enemy, and it was the next life-and-death battle.

Huang Taiji sat in the Chinese army, looking at the situation on the battlefield, he was an excellent commander, and knew that it was pointless to drag it out. There is an endless exchange of lives for lives, and their military resources are not even one-tenth of that of the Ming Dynasty.

"Bow down!"

A burly man beside him, riding on a horse, came out to receive his life with his fists in his fists.

"After you break with the yellow flag, the others will withdraw to Shengjing with me."

This is already the rhythm of the troops, and many high-ranking officials of the Eight Banners are indignant. Fortunately, after the Huang Taiji faction was broken, it was his own yellow flag, as well as his most beloved Baturu, Aobai.

"Great Khan, we haven't lost yet, why run away?"

Huang Taiji's face turned cold, and he said, "If you want me to pass on the sweat seat to you, will you command?" ”

"I don't dare."

Finally, the desolate horn sounded again, this time as a signal for retreat. At this time, the military discipline of the Eight Banners was absolutely strict, and the order was forbidden, and no one dared to fight.

On the side of the Ming army, cheers could not wait. Only Zhao Hong and the others were still as heavy as water, and with a wave of their spears, they shouted: "Chase!" ”

The 10 years that Guan Ning's army was in Liaodong were 10 years of defense and 10 years of passive beating. Who knew that once the world was turned upside down, we would also have a day of beating the water dogs. Raise your eyebrows, revenge is today!

The yellow flag is only 15,000 people, how can it resist Zhao Hong's 100,000 army. Even if there is a bloody battle for one day, there are still 70,000 or 80,000 capable warriors. What Ao Bai received this time can be said to be a death order. That is, most of the orders that will die. But for a long time, his loyalty to Huang Taiji has transcended life and death. Even if they are surrounded by groups, they still fight to the death and delay time.

"Surrender or kill!"

Ao Bai laughed and asked rhetorically in broken Chinese, "Have you ever seen a wolf surrendered like a sheep?" ”

Cao Bianjiao scolded disdainfully: "You are just a dog, or a lost dog, abandoned by your master." ”

Ao Bai saw that he was young, deliberately provoked him with tricks, carried a big knife horizontally, and asked: "Han people, do you dare to come to fight?" ”

Cao Bianjiao knew that it was a plan, and he was not afraid, and if he could defeat this defender, the morale of the people in this way would be dispersed. was originally a group of outcasts, and without a leader, how loyal could they be?

Ao Bai didn't know his depth, but when he saw that he was young, he thought he was a soft persimmon. Who knew that as soon as they first fought, they knew how wrong they were. The young general Cao Bianjiao, the first military general of the Ming Dynasty, does not need to be modest.

A silver spear was like a dragon, flying up and down, poking the surrounding knights with yellow flags off their horses. Ao Bai saw it in his eyes, but he was helpless, he barely parried, relying on the protection of his own soldiers, so that he could save his life.

Cao Wenzhao, who was fighting in the distance, saw his nephew fighting with a Tartar leader, holding a bow in his hand and shooting an arrow. Ao Bai stretched out his knife to block, but Cao Bianjiao seized the opportunity and poked a shot in his throat, and hot blood flowed out. The huge body fell with a bang, smashing up dust on the ground.

When the people with the yellow flag saw that Ao Bai died in battle, they had no intention of fighting again. They are Huang Taiji's pro-army, and they were all arrogant in the past, but this time they were treated as outcasts, and they were already dissatisfied in their hearts. The Lord was killed in battle, and they did not want to fight again, so they scattered and fled.

Eight hundred miles of expedited fast horses, shouting all the way along the capital: "Liaodong good news, Liaodong good news!" Guogong Zhao Hong broke the Emperor Taiji outside the gate and killed 50,000 enemies! ”

The people beat the gongs and drums, and everyone was as happy as the New Year. In that place in Liaodong, a huge amount of liao is swallowed every year, but there has been news of defeat. This time, he finally looked forward to good news, and he didn't defend which city, but took the initiative to attack. After Salhu, there was no such thing.

In the imperial city, Zhu Youlet go and danced, singing and dancing with his close attendants.

After this battle, at least ten years in Liaodong, Jiannu no longer had the strength to take the initiative to launch a major attack. The initiative returned to the hands of the Ming Dynasty, and Zhu Yousong immediately drafted the holy decree, and those who participated in this bloody battle and made meritorious contributions will have their bounties doubled, and their official positions should not be thrown down like money. and gave Zhao Hong a secret letter, with only eight words: "Wait for the opportunity to recover Shenyang." ”