This kind of mountain ambush warfare, very sudden and unexpected, can make a powerful army fall into chaos in an instant, in the era of cold weapons that lack effective means of communication and contact, can achieve a fatal strike effect, as strong as the Eight Banners, can not organize a little counterattack, after a short period of chaos, evolved into a rout.

The mountain is full of tumbling Qing soldiers, and there are lying corpses everywhere, Ma Zuoheng has led the white-robed soldiers to rush down from the top of the mountain, chasing and killing the collapsed Tartar soldiers with a rainbow of momentum, and Nikan who accompanied the army was so frightened that he lay on the ground and shouted loudly: "We are Han, we are Han, don't kill us!" ”

These Nikans have been with the army for a long time, their hair has been shaved, they have rat tails, and they can't tell whether they are Han or Jurchen from their appearance, and the white-robed soldiers can only let these people lie down obediently, and whoever dares to stand up will shoot an arrow, and the Nikans are very obedient, lying on the ground and not daring to move.

The advantages of the white-robed soldiers accustomed to mountain combat are vividly reflected in this pursuit battle, so that the Qing soldiers can not stand on the steep slopes, the white-robed soldiers run fast, as if walking on the ground without the slightest obstacle, often the Qing soldiers in front of them even ran for a while, and the chasing white-robed soldiers caught up with a few vertical jumps, and stabbed into the vest like a spear in their hands, and easily harvested their lives.

Two hours later, when the sky was dark, the shouting and killing on the Sky Ridge finally calmed down, and the last fleeing Qing soldier was nailed to the ground by a screeching crossbow arrow through his chest, and died with unwilling eyes, so that this one-sided battle ended in the night.

Ma Zuoheng ordered to light torches, count the results and casualties, and found that his side killed 15 people, wounded more than 50 people, and did not suffer serious injuries, but there were no casualties, and the other side of the Qing army, there were more than 4,000 corpses alone, most of the corpses were killed by arrows or stone, and very few were really killed by spears and knives.

As for the more than 1,000 Nikans who were responsible for carrying the armor and sustenance, because the stones were flying in the chaotic army, no one could care about anyone, and the white-robed soldiers could not distinguish between the Tartar soldiers and Nikans before throwing stones after servitude, and many people were stoned to death, and only about 500 people survived and were captured by the Kuizhou army.

Ma Zuoheng gave these Nikans the task of collecting the armor and weapons on the corpses all over the mountain, and a team of 100 people supervised them, while the others withdrew to the top of the mountain to rest.

"It's the Tartars who came, the Tartars who beat the thieves and the court officials and soldiers so that they couldn't find the north, and they were defeated by us so easily!"

"Hahaha, it is said that the Jurchen is invincible, judging from today, but that's it!"

"It depends on who you meet, if it is those useless imperial court soldiers and horses, they are invincible, but if they meet our Kuizhou army, Lord Wang will definitely let them have no return!"

"The Kuizhou army is victorious, Lord Wang is victorious!"

The joy after the victory, rippling on the face of every white-robed soldier, especially the victory over the legendary Qing soldiers, let them rejoice, for a long time, all kinds of rumors about the Tartars outside the Guanwai through the mouths of the merchants and defeated stragglers, widely spread in the land of Sichuan, what Tartars are three-headed and six-armed, eat people and spit fire, swords and guns are not afraid of gods and ghosts, and they are invincible all over the world, the city wall of Beijing is so high, the Tartar soldiers jumped up, and the faces of people who have never seen Tartars are colorless.

Today's war, this myth was shattered, it turns out that Tartars are also flesh and blood, and they will also bleed and die and be injured, not gods or ghosts, they are human beings like us, since everyone is an ordinary person, then there is nothing to be afraid of.

Ma Zuoheng didn't know that his battle broke the myth of the invincibility of the Qing army, established confidence for the Kuizhou army, and from then on, he was no longer afraid of facing the Qing army.

At this moment, Ma Zuoheng is interested in the captured armor and weapons, the Han army armor led by Li Guohan, because of the long time in the flag, the equipment is second only to the Eight Banners Jurchen soldiers, everyone has a full set of cotton armor inlaid with iron leaves, eight-petal iron helmets, knives and guns are made of fine steel, and the composite bow with more than one person is much stronger than the infantry bow equipped by the Ming army, well-made, excellent quality, and much better than the appearance of the Ming army.

Ma Zuoheng couldn't put it down and touched the set of chain mail seized from Nikan next to Li Guohan, the armor made of good stainless steel was shining silver, it was extremely tough to the touch, the keyhole was fine and the lock was tight, because the steel was outstanding, and the same set of chain mail was several catties lighter than the ordinary iron.

As a trophy, although he liked it very much, Ma Zuoheng still stacked this set of chain mail together with other captured armor weapons in accordance with the military regulations of the Kuizhou Army, registered it, and transported it back when the troops were collected.

The captive Nikan was identified, and there were actually a few Jurchens mixed in it, their appearance was slightly different from that of the Han people, and then asked a few words of Chinese, and the horse's feet were exposed, Ma Zuoheng originally wanted to cut things with a knife, but after thinking about it, he felt that this kind of coward might be useful to keep, so he tied it up and threw it in the pile of clothes and armor to guard it.

As for those Nikan, basically when the Qing army repeatedly entered the customs and looted, the Han people who were captured outside the customs were driven as slaves by the Tartars, made cattle and horses, farmed and grazed in peacetime, and served in the army during the war, which was extremely miserable, and they were frightened when they fought just now, and they didn't dare to make a sound, at this time, seeing that the Tartars who enslaved themselves were defeated, the new hatred and old hatred broke out together, crying and shouting to pounce on the living Tartars, and the faces of the Tartars were so frightened that their faces turned white, fortunately, Ma Zuoheng sternly stopped this crazy behavior, and the Nikans had nowhere to vent, They ran to the hillside, dismembered the corpses of the Tartars who were in the wilderness with torches, and whipped the corpses, crying and laughing for a long time, until the second half of the night before they stopped resting.

With suspicious eyes, the white-robed soldiers silently watched the behavior of these thin compatriots who were different from ordinary people, and did not intervene, but when they had vented enough, they gathered together one by one, crying and crying, and distributed dry food and water to them.

Even in their sleep, their tear-stained faces are full of smiles, and the sense of security that they haven't experienced for a long time is overflowing on their smiling faces, and they can finally not be beaten, they don't have to get up before dawn to be cows and horses, and they don't have to rest late at night.

Ma Zuoheng sat on a stone outside Wuhou's broken temple, his humble bed given to a white-robed soldier who had been wounded in the war.

The rescued Han people slept on the grass not far in front of him, sleeping in their clothes, listening to the snoring sound from the sleeping crowd, Ma Zuoheng watched for a long time, listened for a long time, closed his eyes, and sighed.

The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is deep in spring.

The people are difficult, these people, I don't know how long they have been away from their hometowns outside the gates, do they still have relatives in their hometowns who are looking forward to returning? In their hearts, do they still have family members to worry about? They are lucky, alive to get out of the sea of suffering, how many Han people like them still live under the leather whip of the Tartar? How many died in the ice and snow outside the plug?

Thinking of this, Ma Zuoheng's face with distinct facial features became more and more soothing, a green tendon on his temple jumped a few times, and the coldness in his eyes suddenly appeared.

He stood up, shook the cloak he was wearing, and whispered to the white-robed soldiers gathered around him, "Everyone, have you seen it? If we don't follow Lord Wang to fight Tartars and don't serve in the army to defend the country like a man, their situation today is what we will be tomorrow! ”

The white-robed soldiers stood silently, everyone's eyes shining, and a strong hatred emanated from their pupils, floating in the sky, intertwined with the bleak moonlight, like an invisible burning flame, scorching their hearts.

"From the army to the Quartet, just to protect the hometown!" Ma Zuoheng said in a hoarse voice: "Lord Wang said that the rise and fall of the world is the responsibility of the husband!" A good man is an immortal man who fights with a three-foot sword, and the Tartar who is said to be invincible by the people outside is also killed by us today without a single living mouth, my Kuizhou Army is more powerful than the Sacrifice Thief Army, and more powerful than the Tartar! The Kuizhou army is invincible! ”

The white-robed soldiers around raised their arms and shouted softly: "The Kuizhou army is invincible!" ”

Ma Zuoheng gritted his teeth and continued: "Everyone remembers, we won the battle with Lord Wang, Lord Wang is our God, he gives our family a stable life, let us have food to eat, clothes to wear, no adults, sooner or later we will be called by people like them, in the future, we swear to always be loyal to Lord Wang!" ”

In the last sentence, he almost roared, and his voice suddenly rose, causing the white-robed soldiers to roar in unison: "Loyalty to Lord Wang, swear allegiance to Lord Wang!" ”

The shouts of the sky startled the crowd sleeping on the ground, they opened their eyes sleepily, and looked at the Kuizhou sergeant who did not sleep in the middle of the night and shouted slogans in surprise, strange and inexplicable.