It was Quan Zhuo, the commander of the cavalry battalion of the Shandong Army, who came, and he was followed by more than a dozen dismounted cavalrymen of the Shandong Army, all of whom were covered in iron armor, and their tall and powerful appearance looked not much different from these Eight Banners disciples.

The current situation is a bit funny, those usually mighty people with yellow flags are holding tiger head knives and dare not step forward, on the one hand, to protect Huang Taiji, and on the other hand, the other party is indeed different from other Ming troops.

Speaking of the general Ming army, even the nine-sided soldiers and horses, known as the elite, although the armor rate is very high, most of them are just spiked cloth face armor, and this kind of iron armor can only be found by generals.

But the cavalry in front of him, everyone was wearing fine armor, and the sharpness of the weapons was not much worse than that of the Eight Banners warriors, and within half an hour, the Bayala guard battalion stationed outside was completely annihilated, and by the way, it would defeat a large number of Mongols and Koreans.

In fact, this is the Qing army's poor preparation, but in other words, it is better to say that there is no defense at all.

Huang Taiji used a large army, and even certified the men who could hold weapons in the clan, so he reluctantly surrounded Songshan Fort and Jinzhou City with three layers and three outer layers, and now he set up a dragon tent on the mountain, and only used a thousand Bayala battalion guards, so he didn't expect anyone to sneak attack.

When this cavalry of the Ming army suddenly came out at night, most of the Bayala soldiers were still roasting the fire to keep warm, drinking wine and eating meat, anyway, the other side could not have any reinforcements, and they had fought countless battles in such a turbulent siege battle, and they had long been numb.

Had it not been for the heavy duty of guarding the Dragon Tent, these Bayala guards would have been singing and dancing with the rest of the Mongol tribes and the Koreans, celebrating their victory.

Quan Zhuo took 3,000 ironclad cavalry of the Shandong Army to land at the mouth of the Daling River in Liaodong Bay by boat, and did not see any shadows of soldiers and horses along the coast, but saw many empty guard stations and villages and towns, and there was a dead silence everywhere.

Speaking of which, this battle was nothing at all, except for the 1,000 Bayala Tartar soldiers, who were slightly tricky, and the other Mongols and Koreans were scattered early in the morning.

Some of the cavalry of the Shandong army were dragged down and hacked to death on their horses, and after Quan Zhuo suffered a lot, he found that although the other party had horses, most of them did not have time to get on the horses.

The cavalry of the Shandong army easily routed the Mongols guarding the horses, followed by scattering all the horses in all directions, taking advantage of the speed of the cavalry, and stunning the heavily armored Baya soldiers alive, waiting for the opportunity to kill again.

At this moment, Quan Zhuo looked at Huang Taiji coldly, but he was a little surprised, and at this point, the other party was still sitting calmly and calmly, and he didn't seem to be worried at all.

Without waiting for Quan Zhuo to say anything, Huang Taiji coughed lightly, wiped his mouth with a red towel, and glanced at the literati on the side, who immediately nodded and stepped forward and said:

"This warrior, if you can surrender to me... Splendor.. Beauty & Wine... My emperor will give you all the best, and the king will worship the general, and the future is like a bright future. ”

"Stop, shut your stinky mouth!"

Hearing this, and then looking at the scribe costume on the person in front of him, Quan Zhuo, who was scolding angrily, suddenly remembered, and said a little playfully:

"This dog brother, it must be Fan Wencheng?"

"Oh, you know me?"

Fan Wencheng's face changed, and he asked subconsciously.

Haha laughed, Quan Zhuo was about to say something, but suddenly pricked up his ears, and noticed the rumbling vibration of the ground mountain, his face suddenly changed, and the scimitar in his hand slashed directly between Fan Wencheng's lower abdomen.

Seeing Fan Wencheng howl miserably and fall, Quan Zhuo snorted coldly:

"You are famous all over the world, my mountain... Who doesn't know you? Emperor Tatar Dog, look carefully, this is your end! ”

After saying the cruel words, Quan Zhuo did not hesitate, and drove away on his horse under the angry eyes of a group of Eight Banner nobles.

Huang Taiji, who was still majestic just now, looked at Quan Zhuo far away, and the next moment he weakened, held back a mouthful of blood, and roared with a gloomy face:

"No need to chase! Find out where this is, and I'll make them pay! ”

"Obey!"

.....

"General, it would be nice if you could just go in and cut off the head of that turtle son, it's a pity!"

On the way to the mountain, a cavalry battalion general looked at the dragon tent that was getting farther and farther away, shook his head and said this, his face was still unwilling.

After listening, Quan Zhuo snorted coldly and said:

"Are you so easy to kill as the emperor Taiji, even if you can kill, it will take at least half an hour of effort, and then the brothers will all be surrounded, three thousand people for one, do you think it's worth it?"

"I think it's worth ......"

Mr. Qian thought thoughtfully for a while, nodded and said seriously.

"You kid still didn't listen to what the marshal said, let's fight the living force of the Qing army, do you know the living force, what is it to kill an emperor Taiji!"

At this time, another thousand general manager suddenly shouted:

"But General, shall we go back?"

Hating iron and steel, he glanced at this Qianzong, and Quan Zhuo said:

"Who told you that you want to go back, let's turn around and destroy Kong Youde and his Wuzhen artillery battalion, and see what the Tartars use to attack our Daming city in the future!"

"Good! Kong Youde, this dog traitor, deserves to die like that Fan Wencheng, this time I will kill him. ”

"The beauty you kid thinks, which time I don't rush ahead of you when I go into battle!"

......

"Yutian Cao Jiao!"

"Yutian Cao Jiao!"

In the morning, because Ao Bai led 3,000 soldiers with white flags and eight banners to fight to the death, coupled with the continuous reinforcements of Qing soldiers, the pressure on the Ming army became more and more great, and Wang Tingchen, Qiu Minyang and others, the general soldiers of Liaodong, spent a lot of effort to make peace with Cao Bianjiao.

Cao Bianjiao was unwilling to retreat, and stepped forward to fight with the Manchu Batu Lu Aobai, and finally injured the other party, Aobai fled in embarrassment, and the morale of the Ming army was greatly boosted, and they cheered the name of Cao Bianjiao.

At this time, the three armies were waiting for each other, and were about to prepare for a counterattack, but they heard the sound of artillery in the distance suddenly stopped, and Hong Chengchou, who was on the city wall, immediately made a decision, and immediately ordered all departments to retreat to Songshan City to refuse.

In the dragon tent of the Qing army on the opposite side, there was a dead silence inside, and these Manchu princes, Baylor, and the commanders and staff leaders who rushed to hear the news all stood aside.

"Please rest assured, Your Majesty, Songshan City is still surrounded by our Qing warriors, Zu Dashou is nothing unusual, Hong Chengchou has retreated to the city, Prince Ying with white flags and horses went out to pursue the sneak attack of the Ming cavalry, presumably now on the way to ...... victory"

A middle-aged prince in luxurious clothes stood in the center of the dragon tent and respectfully reported that the robe he was wearing was not the average Prince of Eight Banners, but it was actually the color of Prince Heshuo.

Even Prince Heshuo was so respectful, it can be seen how serious the atmosphere in the big tent has been, and those top nobles of the Eight Banners, Baylor, all have solemn expressions, and they look at the face of the person above from time to time.

Several medical officers and guards replaced the blood-soaked towels, and Huang Taiji breathed a sigh of relief and said in a muffled voice:

"Mr. Fan's death can be described as a loss to my Qing Dynasty, so bury it!"

Originally, many people disagreed with this, because Fan Wencheng's usual sycophancy behavior had made many people disgusted, and he was secretly holding a grudge, so no one cared about whether he was dead or alive except for Huang Taiji.

Of course, Fan Wencheng is dead, even if he acts like this, what can he do.

Everyone agreed to go down, and at this time, a cavalryman of the Eight Banners wearing the armor of the Red Banner hurriedly ran from outside the tent, knelt on the ground and said:

"Emperor Qiqi, the mountain was raided by the Ming army, King Gongshun was killed in battle, his head was cut off by the Ming army and taken away, Wuzhen artillery camp... It's all destroyed......"

In the end, it was self-evident, and Huang Taiji, who had been hit one after another, widened his eyes in disbelief, asked several times in a row, and fell directly into the dragon tent after getting the exact news.