"I, Yang Feng, who dares to fight with me!"

On an open field on the east bank of the canal, Yang Feng jumped on his horse and slashed, shouting at the Qing army on the opposite side like a pretending to be a prisoner.

Because there is no need to be afraid of the Ming army's naval artillery, the Qing army that was bombed away just now has regrouped, plus a group of reinforcements from the canal, and also made up an army of about 3,000 people to line up on the east bank, including hundreds of cavalry, which also looks quite strong, especially the lightning rods in front of it are spectacular.

"I, Yang Feng, who dares to fight with me!"

Yang Feng continued to play his Three Kingdoms game.

At this time, hundreds of thousands of ordinary people had gathered on both sides of the canal, all of whom were talking about watching his performance.

Yangzhou can almost be said to be one of the most densely populated cities in this era of Chinese, can be called the largest commercial city, there are countless well-fed idlers, this year cultural life is lacking, now there is such a big scene, so why not hurry up to see the excitement? Not to mention Yangzhou, even several counties near Yangzhou are also pouring in, and the smooth waterway provides them with great convenience.

At this time, countless eyes were focused on him.

The red robe, white horse, silver helmet, silver armor and even wore a scarlet cloak angrily, carrying a green dragon glaive knife, which was definitely domineering enough, saying that Yang Feng's name had long been spread all over the country, it is estimated that at this time, those frontier areas can know his glorious deeds of pouring Kang Mazi with a face of concentrated sulfuric acid, countless people are looking forward to seeing the deity, and now he appears in this way, which undoubtedly satisfies the appetite of many people.

"My lord, the last general is willing to behead this demon to repay the grace of the saint!"

He showed off his might there for almost two minutes, and finally a brain was kicked by a donkey, only to see the governor of Liangjiang, the governor of Biaoyangzhou, and the garrison of the Yangzhou battalion stepped forward and said to Song Ju, the governor of Jiangsu.

Although the latter is a civil official, and is stationed in Suzhou, but because he came to greet the prince, he was very unlucky to get on this, and he couldn't leave if he wanted to.

Song Futai, who has never fought but has watched the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, obviously likes this kind of thing.

"Okay, it's a good man in my Qing Dynasty, come here, pour wine!"

Song Futai said.

"Lord Futai, please wait, the last general will come when he goes!"

The garrison said very heroically, and then urged the war horse, and rushed out with a spear, he was not interested in chatting with Yang Feng for five yuan first, and stabbed him in the chest with the momentum of the war horse.

Yang Feng didn't even dodge, and besides, he wouldn't know this way of playing, this guy would definitely not be able to break his defense with his opponent, so he directly ignored the spear, and single-handed his one hundred and eighty-pound pure steel Qinglong Yanyue Knife, like a big stick, hung on the air and smashed it on his head.

The guard raised his hands and raised his fire to the sky, ready to set up his Blue Dragon Glaive.

Then tragedy ensued.

Is that one hundred and eighty pounds of solid iron rod his ash rod capable of erecting? The spear shaft was smashed off almost as soon as it made contact with the hilt, and then the Green Dragon Glaive smashed on his head without the slightest pause. The reason why it is smashed is because Yang Dashuai held the wrong posture, the knife was not cut down but flattened, the weight of one hundred and eighty catties plus his half-ton power slapped on the head of this unlucky child, even the head and body and even half of the body of the war horse under the seat were suddenly slapped on the ground into a lump of meatloaf, blood and minced meat collapsed more than ten meters away, and even Yang Feng himself was confused.

There was silence throughout the battlefield.

"Ma, it's a waste of effort, I already knew I didn't have to work so hard."

Yang Feng looked at the rotten meat on the ground with dissatisfaction and said, and then he mentioned the war horse, and the horse neighed and stood up.

"Who, who!"

He roared arrogantly.

"Fire, fire!"

Song Futai's lips trembled and said.

The cannons beside him hurriedly spewed flames, and one shell even hit Yang Feng more than ten meters in front of him, but he sneered and sat upright on his horse and did not move at all, almost at the same time, the four light field guns on the Ming army position in the distance roared at the same time, and then the flowering shell fell in the middle of the Qing artillery.

There was a shout of horror among the Qing army.

Seeing this situation, the commander of the Qing cavalry didn't care about looking for Song Ju to talk nonsense, and led his subordinates to rush over with a wave of his sword.

It should be said that at this time, the Qing army still had a little will to fight, and if the shells fell during the second crow, the green battalion would have collapsed, but now after those cavalry charged, the infantry of the green battalion also rushed forward.

Looking at the Qing army coming like a tide, Yang Feng got off the horse instead, and then patted the horse very casually, letting the horse leave on its own, while he stood with a big knife face rushing to the Qing army, this horse is just pretending to be a force for him, whether it is the same or not, he is fine when the arrows come over after a while, but it is easy to damage the image of the injured horse, it is better to simply let it leave and then fight the enemy on foot.

Gao Huai waved his saber on the Ming army position behind, and with the rhythm of the drummer, the three sentinels of the Ming army infantry shouldered rifles and began to advance with neat steps, Yang Feng had already told him that once the battle started, Yang Dashuai would block the Qing army, and then they entered the range and kept shooting at the battlefield, and they didn't have to worry about accidentally hurting him.

Therefore, the speed of the Ming army's advance was not fast, but the pace was neat, the helmet was bright, and it looked extremely imposing.

The speed of the cavalry charge was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Yang Feng, and the Du Si at the front stabbed Yang Feng in the chest with a spear.

Yang Dashuai still didn't even look at it, the big knife in his hand swept upward, and at the moment when the spear was bounced off by the golden dragon on his chest, the Du Si was cut off by him, and by the way, he also smashed the head of the war horse, and because of inertia, the war horse without a head and the Lord Du Si who was only half cut off rushed until he fell down. Almost at the same time, the spear in the hand of another Qing cavalryman also stabbed Yang Feng in the body, and the big knife that killed Nadusi was immediately smashed into the leg of the Qing army, who flew out diagonally with a scream and a horse, knocking the other cavalry to the ground.

However, the Qing army still did not stop, and continued to crash into Yang Feng like a torrent, trying to use the tactics of crowds to kill this terrible opponent, after all, this was the only tactic they could use.

But alas, everything was in vain.

Yang Feng, who killed the love, didn't care about anything else, he directly roared with one hand and used the big knife as a stick, and crashed headlong into the densest crowd of the Qing cavalry, and then smashed the torrent of cavalry like an indestructible rock.

The weight of one hundred and eighty pounds is not a random number in those commentaries, once such a weight is waved, there is nothing to stop it.

Yang Feng, who was running, even brought out a cloud of blood mist that was recognizable to the naked eye, which was blood and minced flesh that was constantly splashing outward, because his speed was too fast, the former one was smashed by the Qing army before it fell, and the latter one had already been connected, and the result was this terrifying effect.

But soon Yang Feng was not satisfied with the efficiency of the Qinglong Yanyue Knife, he simply even used his left hand, which had been useless, in the desperate screams of those Qing troops, he knocked a war horse that rushed to his side to the ground with one punch, and before the cavalry could get up, he grabbed the horse's leg. This horse is not very big, he can hold the thinnest part of the horse's legs, and the weight is only five or six hundred catties, the Mongolian horse is not very big, this guy is like grabbing a little lamb and throwing it up, and at the same time roaring very imposingly, throwing this war horse and the cavalry hanging on the horse pedal directly out, smashing seven or eight cavalrymen to the ground at once.

"Blame, monster!"

Song Futai, who was in the rear of the Qing army, said with trembling lips.

"God, god!"

But among the ordinary people who watched the battle, it was a different name.

This scene is indeed quite shocking, hundreds of cavalry were beaten by one person, and the flesh and blood were beaten miserably, who else but the gods could do such a thing, as the screams spread, even the common people have begun to kneel and kowtow involuntarily.

And at this time, the Ming army advancing in line entered the range of their rifles, and then all the soldiers stood up, lowered their guns to their shoulders in a uniform movement, raised their guns to aim at the orders of their respective sentinels, and with Gao Huai's waving saber, everyone pulled the trigger at the same time. Dense gunfire rang out instantly, one by one lead projectiles flew out of the whistle, and a large number of people in the Qing cavalry blocked by Yang Feng fell, and then the Ming soldiers began to load at the fastest speed, firing bullets at an average speed of three rounds per minute. Not only the cavalry of the Qing army, but even the infantry that caught up behind was also in the attack range, and the dense gunfire sounded almost non-stop, and the Qing army on the battlefield in front kept falling all the time.

This scene also stunned those ordinary people, and it was obvious that the ferocity of this army was not much worse than that of their commander.

And those Qing infantry also showed a certain courage at this time, they waved their weapons in their hands, and rushed to the Ming line like crazy, while the latter just stood there mechanically repeating their simple actions, loading, aiming, shooting, and then harvesting the lives of the enemy, like a reciprocating machine.

This is the machine of war, the machine of killing.

The battle, which had no point in continuing, soon ended with the defeat of the Qing army, with more than 3,000 Qing troops being routed by less than 1,000 Ming troops and their commanders, and only half of the Qing army finally escorted the governor to flee the battlefield. And the other half of the battlefield, more than 1,200 people fell under the guns of the Ming army, and the remaining 300 people were killed by their commander, when the battle was over, Yang Commander was completely standing on a terrifying mountain of corpses, and the dead corpses that were several meters thick were piled up at his feet.

And around the Ming army, there were countless ordinary people who knelt down.