Although the surrounding Liao people are superior in numbers, most of them are ragged and yellow-skinned, and the three armor-clad bannermen are all strong and strong, especially that Batu, just from the point of view of figure, no less than Dong Youyin.

A Liao Min with a hoe shouted and rushed up, the tiger head knife in Batu's hand didn't move at all, just habitually kicked it hard, don't look at this Batu's clumsy appearance, but the speed was extremely fast, and the Liao Min didn't have time to react at all and was kicked in the chest just right.

As if he was hit by a boulder, Liao Min spat blood from his mouth, and the hoe could no longer hold it, and he was kicked seven or eight steps away, and when he remembered to resist, there was a heart-rending pain in his chest, and his ribs were actually kicked and broken.

"A bunch of waste, just like you, still want to learn from other people's rebellion?" Seeing that the situation had been controlled, the Han army infantry immediately laughed arrogantly, pointed at the Liao people who were forced back by the three Qing soldiers, and scolded.

Batu also sneered, not to mention, although he was very annoyed by these surrendered Han people, his mouth was really sweet, and a connected sycophant could always make him feel comfortable.

A Qing soldier smashed the broken wooden stick in Liao Min's hand with a knife, and then stabbed forward, and the blood suddenly splashed on his armor, and the blood soaked made the Qing soldier even more excited.

Haha smiled and pulled out the knife, kicked Liao Min, who fell to the ground softly, to the side, and turned around and stabbed again...

Although Batu did not let people send a message back, there was a lot of movement here, and after a while, more than a dozen Qing soldiers and more than 20 Han soldiers stationed here all rushed to surround the remaining seven or eight Liao people.

An old man clutched the hoe in his hand, protected the young man to death, and shouted:

"Da Zhuang, you go quickly!"

"Nope! Uncle Ge, I'm not leaving, I'm going to kill these Tartars to avenge my father!! ”

"Your Liu family is the only seedling left with you, if you don't leave, won't your father die in vain?"

Few of these Liao people were young and strong, and most of them were pulled by the Qing army to Zhuangzi further north, which is on the edge of the Jinzhou boundary, and the rest are nothing more than some old, weak, sick and disabled.

However, even Liu Zhuang is a young man who looks thin and weak because he has not eaten enough food all year round, and his hand holding the hoe is trembling at the moment.

"Come on, folks!"

"I'm tired of this old bone for a long time, Da Zhuang, you go quickly, we and Uncle Ge will block it for you!"

Uncle Ge waved his hoe, and the remaining seven or eight Liao people rushed forward desperately, Liu Zhuang was left last, and the Qing soldiers and most of the Han army foot soldiers were dragged by the villagers, and there were only four or five Han army foot soldiers behind him.

"Can't let them run, cut it, cut it all!"

Uncle Ge rushed up to Batu, Batu saw that he was just a bad old man, he smiled evilly and grabbed the hoe, no matter how hard Uncle Ge tried, Batu restrained him with only one hand.

Without hesitation, the other hand stabbed the tiger head knife into Uncle Ge's body, and Batu threw him to the ground, turned around and kicked another villager away.

"Uncle Ge!!"

Liu Zhuang's eyes were red, and he just ran a few steps before he saw Uncle Ge being killed by the tall Tartar, and he turned around and rushed forward without thinking about it.

The two Han army foot soldiers wanted to curry favor with Batu and rushed up with knives, but these traitors, who usually behave nonsense, were actually beaten back by Liu Zhuang with a hoe.

"Rubbish!"

Batu brushed aside one of the Han soldiers and was about to step forward to settle the boring battle, when he suddenly raised his eyes and looked ahead.

It was pitch black in front of him, and the sky was completely dark, but Batu frowned and stared at the shadow, and a Qing soldier ran over and said in Manchu in wonder:

"Batu, this is the sound of horses' hooves, could it be that the bannermen who went out to fight returned victoriously ahead of schedule?"

That's why Batu stopped, but he nodded hesitantly, he didn't think that this would be the Ming army's horse team, and it was impossible to think with his toes.

"Boom...."

The sound of horses' hooves was getting closer and closer, and not only the Qing soldiers, but even those Han army foot soldiers heard it, and they all stopped and looked into the distance.

"Kill, brethren, kill the Tartars!!"

"I didn't expect it, Tartar, your grandfather is here!"

Countless horsemen rushed out of the dark shadows, not only did the Han army's foot soldiers change their expressions, but even Batu immediately turned around and shouted:

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!!"

But it was too late, not long after he finished roaring, Quan Zhuo had already rushed over with his saber, and the more than two hundred Dengzhou battalion horses crashed headlong into the Qing army and the Han army infantry who had not had time to react.

"Poof..."

A Qing soldier's brain is still in a state of panic, he can't figure out how there can be a Ming army's horse team here, this is the rear!

Just when he hesitated, the steel knife of the horse soldier of the Dengzhou battalion had already slashed at him, and the extremely fast speed of the horse made the already sharp steel knife even more terrifying, and the chest of the Qing soldier was directly cut out of a deep bloody wound.

He screamed and turned to flee, but the next horseman followed, and the steel knife with the strong wind cut another bloody hole in his back.

The invincible Qing soldiers and Han soldiers fell one by one in the roaring horse caravan, and it was impossible to see how many people had come in the dark night.

"If you want to escape, you have to ask Grandpa Quanzhuo if he agrees!"

Quan Zhuo has been staring at this Tartar for a long time, among these Qing troops, only his armor is different, and he is the strongest, he must be the head of this group of Qing troops.

Although Batu was not a horse armor, he also knew the truth of cutting off the horse's leg when he heard the sound of the horse's hooves getting closer and closer, so he turned around and roared and slashed at the horse's leg.

Quan Zhuo saw Batu lowered, his eyes widened angrily, he jumped on the back of the galloping horse, kicked on the horse's back, the horse was in pain, and turned away.

Quan Zhuo relied on the inertia that had not yet dissipated, and rolled on the ground several times in a row, Batu's eyes widened, this is impossible, how can the Han people have such good equestrian skills!?

At this time, he had no time to put away the knife, so he could only watch Quan Zhuo's knife get closer and closer, and finally pierced through his chest.

"Dog Tartar, remember, kill your grandfather, called Quan Zhuo!"

Quan Zhuo snorted coldly, and forcefully pulled the knife out of Batu's body, seeing that this tartar was still crawling towards the tiger head knife, he did not hesitate, and cut off Batu's hand with a knife.

"Ah!!h

Batu screamed, the bloody appearance was very terrifying, he held the bleeding right hand, still unwilling, got up and crashed into Quan Zhuo, Quan Zhuo just turned sideways and easily dodged.

A few steps forward, Quan Zhuo's steel knife was already on Batu's neck, and he used it again.

The madness in Batu's eyes quickly dissipated, and with the glory of Batulu that he couldn't let go, he fell to the ground with a puff, and the battle around him was basically over at this time.

None of the Qing soldiers took advantage of the chaos to escape, and only three of the horse team were slightly injured, one of them was still too dark, and the other did not pay attention, and his head was on the door beam when he charged.