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Yang Feng sat on the incomplete wall of Hangu Pass.

A chair and a pot of tea.

Humming a song with his eyes closed and intoxicated.

Like a demon.

In a huge gap in the outer city wall less than thirty zhang away from him, a large number of Ming cavalry wearing red battle robes covered with silver cuirass, wearing silver helmets on their heads, and holding Zhangba spears were passing through in a steady stream, and small red pennants fluttering in the sky on the top of the spears.

Since the beginning of the war, the cavalry of the Ming army, which had never been on the field due to battlefield constraints, finally became powerful.

At this time, the remnants of the Qing army led by Nian Qianyao have been defeated in the direction of Tongguan, after the Hangu Pass was smashed open by Yang Feng alone, it is pointless to continue to defend the fortresses on both sides, there is not even water, without the supplies provided by the Guancheng, even if the Ming army does not fight as long as it is trapped, it will not take a few days for more than 10,000 Qing troops to die of thirst. Of course, Nian Qianyao's mind will not stay and wait for death, it is true to run as fast as possible, as long as there is still a glimmer of life after running, staying and defending can temporarily drag the Ming army, but then he will have no way to live at all.

However, he forgot that the most terrifying thing about the Ming army was not their infantry.

Rather, cavalry.

"Quick, brothers, the prince is watching from behind, don't run away with a tartar!"

Shen Du, the commander of the First Cavalry Brigade under the First Army, turned his head, looked at the god-like figure in the sunny background, and raised his saber excitedly and shouted.

A tsunami roar rang out all around him, and four thousand horsemen raised their spears together to salute their supreme commander, to their sun, to their gods, and then to urge their horses to gallop in the direction of the enemy's rout, to pierce the enemy's body with their spears, to cut off the enemy's head with their sabre, to stain their banner red with their blood.

Four thousand horsemen rode westward like a torrent.

Nian Qianyao lay on the back of the horse, desperately whipping the war horse under the crotch, the retreat has become a rout, when the soldier's will is destroyed, everything is irretrievable, this is the defeat of the army, he doesn't want anything else now, just want to escape to Tongguan alive. Once he also wanted to be Guo Ziyi and Li Guangbi, and be the hero of the Qing Dynasty, but now all the hopes and ambitions have been wasted like the Qing Dynasty.

It's not that he doesn't work hard, it's that his opponent is too fierce.

That's not people.

That's God.

Mortals are powerless to fight the gods.

As soon as he thought of the desperate figure in front of Hangu Pass, all his courage vanished.

"Providence, this is Providence!"

He looked up to the sky and sighed angrily.

"The thieves are coming!"

A scream suddenly rang out beside him.

Nian Qianyao, who had just rushed to a high ground, subconsciously turned his head, and countless cuirassiers surged out of the canyon of Hangu Pass like a silver torrent, and then rushed wantonly on the green field, and the defeated Qing infantry in front of them were fleeing in panic and despair, and then quickly drowned by the silver torrent in an instant, one by one disappeared under the galloping horses' hooves, nailed to the ground by the terrifying Zhangba spear, and cut off their heads by the sabers that flashed with cold light.

Once, the Qing army also wantonly slashed and killed Han people like this.

But now it has become a slashed one.

This is reincarnation, or the reason of heaven is clear, and retribution is not happy!

"Let's go!"

Nian Qianyao shouted angrily.

Then he quickly rushed down to the high ground surrounded by hundreds of cavalry.

On the bank of the Yellow River in the distance behind him, Shen Du was sitting on a war horse, quietly watching ahead.

There, a battalion of Ming cavalry was lined up in a dense formation, like a wall quickly closing towards the middle, in their hands a spear continued to make a thrusting motion, piercing the body of the Qing soldiers in front, and then trampling them directly under the horse, and the latter at this time had completely collapsed, and even lost the courage to resist, almost no one dared to turn back, only to flee like crazy forward.

And ahead of them is the surging Yellow River.

"General, the scout has found a big fish!"

At this moment, an officer said as he looked at the constantly waving signal flag on the airship in the sky.

Shen Du raised his head, quickly interpreted the meaning of the flag, immediately waved to the back, and then led two hundred cavalry to chase in the direction of Nian Qianyao's escape.

Behind him, the cavalry was still squeezing forward, and the Qing army, which had no way to escape, was being driven into the Yellow River, and soon someone was swept away by the rushing river and disappeared in the waves in an instant, and more Qing troops seemed to have not seen this scene, still crying and rushing to the rolling turbid waves of the Yellow River, rushing to the opposite bank that could never be reached.

The same scene is playing out on the banks of several rivers, at this time more than 10,000 Qing troops who withdrew from Hangu Pass have been completely disrupted by the Ming cavalry, and in this narrow corridor between Jingshan and the Yellow River, there are scenes of wanton slashing and slashing by Ming cavalry. The desperate Qing army could only flee to the Yellow River, hoping to swim across the river more than two miles wide and escape to the other side, but their results were swallowed by the turbid waves in an instant, just like the Qing troops who were smoked to death by the air in Kunshan, making the delicacies of fish and turtles in the Yellow River.

Of course, Nian Qianyao didn't know this.

But he knew that he had been targeted, the current pillar of the Qing Dynasty looked behind him in horror, on the high ground where he had just stopped, a large number of cavalry were chasing at full speed, and then looked at the floating airship in the sky overhead, he immediately understood that it was coming for him.

Nian Qianyao twitched his war horse with a cold sweat, desperately speeding up, and kept looking back at the pursuing Ming army while running, but the result made his heart tremble, because he found that the other party's speed was much faster than his own, and the distance between the two sides was constantly narrowing. Of course, he didn't know that the first brigade of the Ming army was the first to be fully replaced with Arab horses in addition to the dragoon guards, this kind of war horse, which was a circle larger than the Mongolian horse, was also much faster than the Mongolian horse, and the endurance was not inferior to the Mongolian horse.

Fortunately, there is still hope for him.

Because in front of him is Ruxiang, an ancient city abandoned by the construction of the Sanmenxia Reservoir, which stands on the bank of the Yellow River and controls the road to the west.

"Hurry, hurry!"

Nian Qianyao shouted silently in his heart.

Close, close, the city of Ruxiang was close at hand, not only him, but all the Qing soldiers who followed him let out excited cheers, and they finally escaped from the murderous Ming army.

They were saved.

Suddenly, the fire flickered at the head of the city, and then a series of cannonballs whistled, one of which was hitting the Qing army, and the cannonball instantly knocked out the upper body of a cheering Qing soldier, and the splashed flesh and blood covered the face of the Qing soldier behind.

The cheers of the Qing army came to an abrupt end.

"Don't fire, your own people!"

Then they shouted in panic.

Nian Qianyao showed a wry smile, it was obvious that people were fighting their own people, and the defenders of Ruxiang City were the green battalion, so it was completely normal to choose to surrender to the Ming army at this time.

He turned his head helplessly, then took off his short-barreled rifled gun, and quietly looked at the Ming army approaching from behind, at this time the shells were still flying, and those Qing cavalry gradually came to their senses, one by one, with a face full of grief and indignation, helplessly took off the short-barreled rifled gun from their backs, and then waited for the arrival of the Ming army with their commander.

"The whole team!"

Shen Du raised his saber and shouted.

Two hundred cavalrymen quickly completed the whole formation in a wild run, lined up in a column like a wall, leveled their spears, and controlled the rhythm to charge the Qing army.

"Rush!"

Nian Qianyao shouted.

With him as the core, all the Qing troops immediately rushed to the Ming army.

"Shoot!"

When the distance was less than thirty zhang, Nian Qianyao yelled, then picked up the gun and pulled the trigger, and then threw away the gun and pulled out the waist knife without even looking at it, and the dense gunfire beside him rang out, and the bullets flew towards the Ming army with a whistling bullet, but unfortunately most of them didn't know where to fly.

It is not easy to shoot on a galloping war horse to hit the target, not to mention a target that moves at a speed of more than ten meters per second, only a very small number of bullets can hit, but most of the Ming soldiers are blocked by the cuirass, even if they hit the legs and arms, for these Ming cavalry who are used to fighting, it is completely bearable temporarily, and the few war horses that were hit by bullets, because of the dense formation, although the pain and sorrow, had to be squeezed in the middle to continue to move forward.

The two cavalry hedged each other very quickly, and almost as soon as the Qing army threw away their guns and drew their sabers, the spears of the Ming army came to them.

Nian Qianyao roared, and suddenly turned to one side at the same time to swing the knife at the oncoming spear, and cut off the spearhead very against the sky, but the spear shaft that was crooked to the side was colliding with his pro-soldier behind him, and the huge impact force still made the spear shaft directly penetrate the body of the pro-soldier. Nian Qianyao didn't care to look at this cronie who had been with him for many years, and then his war horse collided with the war horse of the Ming cavalry, but the latter's obviously much taller war horse weighed more and had a greater impact force, although his war horse was also carefully selected, but it was still knocked back and sat back, and the imperial treasure knife that was originally cut at the head of the Ming army immediately failed.

Just as he readjusted his body and swung his knife to slash again, the Ming soldier had already pulled out his short spear, and the moment the gun rang out, Nian Qianyao felt that he had been punched heavily in the chest.

He subconsciously lowered his head, blood pouring out of his heart.

He looked up with a wry smile.

At this moment, a cold light crossed the opposite side, and then he felt a chill on his neck, and under the force of the impact, he saw that his vision was turning to the sky, as if flying in the sky, and then he closed his eyes weakly.

The Ming soldier's body leaned forward, reached out and grabbed Nian Qianyao's braid, and then hung it on his saddle with great satisfaction, and General Nian's still bleeding head shook like a special ornament on his warhorse. (To be continued.) )