That's right, Ah Shan did treat Zhu Ting and others as the Ming army in Beijing.

Before, he had already received a report from Tanma that the Beijing camp was active in this area, and he also wanted to destroy this garrison guarding Beijing, adding a strong stroke to his credit. It is a pity that this dead eunuch is as timid as a mouse, and after looking for several days, he cannot be found alive or dead.

But good luck came yesterday, a scout came to report, a Ming Dynasty army appeared in the south, divided into two divisions, together there were seven or eight thousand men and horses.

That's right, as far as Asan knows, there are exactly 7,000 people in the Ming army's Beijing camp that went out of the city to fight. So, he rushed with his army all night.

But I didn't want to, I encountered such a Ming army scout on the way, and even Agoura died at their hands.

It seems that these thirty people should be high-diving family members. Otherwise, the combat effectiveness would not have been so strong.

As a general who can fight well, Ahsan doesn't know how many wars he has experienced in his life. For as long as he can remember, he has been constantly killing people, killing Han people, killing Ming troops, killing Mongols, killing Koreans, what kind of situation has never been encountered, in the face of Zhu Ting's cavalry impact, he still has strong confidence.

It's just that this battle has to be resolved as soon as possible. If it drags on, Jingying will get the news and maybe he will escape. When the time comes, won't you be busy in vain?

Ah Shan finally issued the first order since the cavalry of Zhizhuting rushed into battle: "The soldiers of the Zhenghuang Banner will form a supervising team, and if there is anyone who retreats from the battle, they will be killed; Kill those who disrupt the formation! ”

"The sword and shield men are in front of the battle, and the pikemen are second!"

Soon, the fifty Manchurian Baijia who he recklessly carried knives and slashed in the chaos of the army, .cc [Marshmallow]

At this time, Zhu Ting's cavalry was already rolling in. This time, the direction Zhu Ting chose was Jiannu's flank

。

Looking at the wall-like shields and shiny spears in front of the Qing army, shrunk like a turtle, Zhu Ting frowned slightly. In fact, the enemy's arrangement was already expected by her, and she rode with foot, and came and went with the sword and shield in front and the spear in the back. This set, Ning Xiangjun played very slippery, and Zhu Ting was naturally very familiar with it.

Two hundred steps, one hundred and fifty steps, one hundred steps......

Seeing that the two armies were about to come into contact.

Zhu Ting suddenly put away his knife and ordered: "Prepare the bow and arrow." "Thirty compound riding bows are ......

"Ready...... Put! ”

The two armies were only fifty paces apart, and the formation of the Qing troops was so dense.

The Ningxiang scout cavalry sat on their horses, condescending, and did not need to aim, as long as they released the arrows, they could easily hit the target.

"Woohoo!"

There was a sudden buzzing sound in the sky, and it was almost too late to look up before the feathered arrow fell into the crowd.

What a strong bow, such a fast speed, such a short distance.

The Qing soldiers in the crowd widened their eyes in horror.

"Raise your shield, raise your shield!"

But the Qing soldiers behind were unobstructed.

Blood splattered everywhere, some people were shouting, some people were screaming.

The strength of the cavalry bow obtained from the Tianxiong army was extremely large, and the three-edged armor-piercing cone easily penetrated the cotton armor on the Qing army's body and embedded it in the human body.

This kind of three-edged arrow is the most vicious, once shot, the wound is generally a square hole, the sides of the wound can not squeeze each other to achieve a certain hemostasis and healing effect, and this wound can not be bandaged and stopped, can only continue to bleed to death.

But at this time, a horn sounded, and the Qing army's large array suddenly moved forward.

The scout cavalry of the Ningxiang Army was passing on the flanks of the enemy's large formation, and was stretched into a long thin line, and for a while, it was very difficult to turn the horse's head.

In just an instant, the two armies were close together

。

The sound of "crackling" was endless, it was the barrel of the gun that had been broken by the war horse.

Then came the muffled sound of shields striking flesh and swords and axes slashing through armor. The spear in the back row stabs the horse, the front shield protects, and the axe cuts down the knight from the horse.

In this contact, the Qing army had the upper hand, while Zhu Ting's troops suffered a major setback.

Only had time to shoot a round of arrows, and the cavalry of the Ningxiang Army rolled to the ground with the war horse. In front of them were spears and axes sticking out of the gaps in their shields. But they only have a saber in their hands, and some even have only a riding bow.

People kept falling, but no one let out even a single cry of pain.

"Don't be busy with the wounded to die, stand up for a moment, hold back the enemy for a moment, buy time for the living brother!" A dismounted cavalryman struggled to his feet and shouted loudly.

Several big knives slashed at him, but fortunately, the armor on the Ningxiang scout was excellent, but he couldn't die for a while.

He laughed and reached out to grab the knife that had been chopped in.

At this time, a shield swung and knocked him down.

Before he could stand up, he was hit with another hammer in the chest.

A mouthful of black blood spat out, his eyes were dilated, and a smile suddenly appeared: "Brother...... I can't hold on any longer......"

"Woohoo!" The bowstring sounded, and the Qing soldiers who had come back to their senses began to shoot arrows.

Horses and knights were shot all over the ground and fell into the dust.

……

"Whoa!"

"Dang!"

"Bump!"

After the sword cut through the armor on a Qing soldier, Zhu Ting's hand weakened, and the divine weapon that cost twenty taels of silver was finally broken.

A pikeman, seeing the cheapness, "drank" and stabbed.

said that it was too late, it was too fast, Zhu Ting grabbed it, pulled the man out of the formation with horsepower, and threw it on the ground

。

But the arm was also torn by the huge force of the war horse, as if it was about to be broken.

By this time, Ahsan had already walked behind the sword and shield bearers and stood among the spearmen. As the commander of the army, as the former elite soldier of Manchurian white armor, he is used to charging forward in every battle. Time is already pressing, and if it is delayed any longer, the main force of the Ming army's Beijing camp will flee. Gotta get rid of this pesky fly as soon as possible.

He had already seen Zhu Ting's appearance clearly, and he was stunned: this turned out to be a woman, and her strength was still so great. It seems that Hua Mulan and Mu Guiying in Han dramas do exist...... Women don't let their eyebrows go, what a warrior!

For a warrior, the highest respect is to kill her on the battlefield and harvest her head.

He quickly pulled out the double-edged hand axe hanging from his waist, took a deep breath, and his seemingly low body seemed to rise two inches in an instant, and his arm was stretched, and a black light spun out of the air.

"Girl, be careful!" A Ningxiang cavalry rushed in an instant and stopped in front of Zhu Ting. 、

Hearing this urgent sound of breaking the air, Zhu Ting subconsciously pinched the war horse and rushed forward. At the same time, she whipped the flail and smashed it on the forehead of a sword and shield hand.

"Whew!" As soon as the front was loosened, Zhu Ting disengaged from the Qing army for the second time and separated from the enemy.

At this time, she looked back, and the cavalryman who had told her to be careful was sitting motionless on his warhorse, and the double-sided axe was embedded in his heart.

Then, it was engulfed by the advancing enemy.

Zhu Ting's tears poured out.

She tilted her head, trying to let the tears flow back.

As a general of the first army, she can't be weak, never!

When he looked up, he saw that the sky had already opened, and the morning sun dyed the clouds a myriad of shades of red.

Bright red, orange red, rose red, crimson, purple red......

"It's dawn, what a beautiful morning!"

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