The appearance of the Qing army's sentry cavalry greatly panicked the people accompanying the army, and the orderly flow of people suddenly became noisy, and these people even left the cart and ran around in the crowd, while the timid ones shrank into a ball and shivered next to the cart.

More people rushed frantically in the direction of the Hutuo River like a tide, and as for where the pontoon bridge was erected, they didn't care at all, at this moment they only knew how to run, and the farther they ran, the better.

People crowded people, people pressed people, and one after another slow people were pushed down, and then trampled to death by the crazy flow of people.

In the chaos, there were even people frantically frantically attacking the Jingbei army on both flanks to maintain order.

"Raise your gun, and those who dare to clash with the military formation will be killed."

Li Xingzhi issued a military order at an urgent juncture, and he knew that if he was soft-hearted at this time, there would be no need for the Qing army to attack, and the Jingbei army itself would collapse immediately.

"Puff, puff, ......!"

A series of spears sounded, and nearly 100 civilians were stabbed to the ground by the Jingbei troops on both wings.

The people did not dare to run around, and the corpses on the ground told them plainly that these officers and soldiers who escorted them would also kill.

Of course, at the moment when the Qing army's sentry cavalry appeared, Yang Biao and Wang Zhong and other generals of the Jingbei Army were also shocked, they didn't expect the Qing army to come so quickly.

"Yang Biao, you immediately take the officers and soldiers of the Zhenyu Battalion to escort the retreat of the rear battalion, and the Gangfeng Battalion and the cavalry brigade immediately put on armor to prepare for battle, covering the evacuation of the old and weak of the rear battalion."

Li Xingzhi turned his head and stared at the more than 100 Qing army sentry horses that appeared behind the official road, at this moment, Li Xingzhi deeply regretted that he did not evacuate yesterday, and his only hope at this moment was that the Qing army sentry in front of him was just a Qing army ranger.

Li Rui and Zhang Shaoqian suddenly received the order, and Lang Shaozhen scolded his mother in his heart.

Because judging from the banner, this group of Qing cavalry is an authentic Manchurian white flag, as a senior traitor, he knows the character of Duoduo, the owner of the white flag, since the sentry is not far away, the army must have arrived in Anping.

"General, let's retreat quickly, according to the banner, it is Duoduo who is here this time, he is young and vigorous, I am afraid that this will not be far from us."

Lang Shaozhen heard that Li Xingzhi actually asked Yang Biao to rectify the people, and roared anxiously.

Li Xingzhi frowned and was just about to speak, when there was a desolate sound of bull horns in the north, and then a regiment of dragon king flags appeared on the dirt slope about five or six miles away from the Jingbei army, and countless cavalry behind the banner appeared on the horizon like ghosts.

"Quick, Yang Biao, go and line up all the big cars in a row, and then organize the people to evacuate, if you don't obey the order, you will be killed immediately."

"Wang Zhong and Qin Ying, you two immediately organize the Gangfeng battalion to line up behind the convoy."

"Zhang Shaoqian, Lang Shaozhen, you two quickly go and integrate the cavalry, line up on both flanks of the Gangfeng battalion, once the Dongyu cavalry is launched, immediately ignite the fire, and then take advantage of the fire to cover the retreat alternately, the Hutuo River is not far from us, as long as we don't mess up ourselves, the Tartars don't want to eat us."

In an emergency, Li Xingzhi couldn't care about the grain, grass and materials he had fortunately raised, his belongings were gone, he could earn them again, and if he was gone, he was really gone.

"Whoa!"

Yang Biao shouted the order, waved the long knife in his hand, and hurriedly walked towards the convoy with Chen Wu and the others.

Wang Zhong and the others didn't dare to slack off, and shouted desperately one by one with their knives.

The mandarin duck soldiers and long-range soldiers of the Gangfeng Battalion are okay, after all, they have been training for some days, and they did not panic after receiving the order, but quickly lined up the military formation according to the usual training formation.

The white pole soldiers C and D teams were much more flustered, and for this reason, Qin Ying even raised his spear and stabbed a few soldiers who were like no flies.

At this moment, no one cared about the people who were running around, and the soldiers of the shock camp violently pushed the scattered people away, and then dragged the cart desperately.

On the slope, Duoduo, the prince of Yu of the Qing Dynasty, looked at the scattered soldiers and civilians in front of him with disdain, and asked suspiciously: "This is the Li Xingzhi you said, with such a military horse, he can defeat Rao Yu Beile." ”

Wang Wujin, the Lixian garrison who followed Duoduo closely, knelt down like a pug and said with a sneer: "Prince Yu, this is that Li Yan, when they went out of the city the day before yesterday, it was the city gate opened for them by the slaves. ”

"Bang!"

"You are also worthy of being Prince Yu's minion?"

Rosh on the side kicked suddenly, kicked Wang Wujin who was kneeling in front of Duoduo to the ground, drank a sentence with disdain, and then said with a thousand words: "Prince Rui, the minions are waiting day and night, and the horsepower has declined, if we attack now, I am afraid that our combat power will be greatly reduced!" ”

Rosh's words were very pertinent, and although Duoduo was crazy and conceited, he was also a man who knew the soldiers, and he pointed at his whip and said in a deep voice: "You let the sons and daughters rest for a pillar of incense, and then immediately attack, and be sure to capture the thief leader Li Xingzhi alive." ”

"Wow!"

Rosh shouted his command, turned on his horse, and rushed down the dirt slope.

Dordor was the fifteenth son of the old slave Nurhachi, the son of the concubine Abahai, and the brother of Dolgon's mother, and was only twenty-four years old this year.

Although he is young, he is by no means a person who is raised in the deep palace and is longer than the hands of women, ten years ago, Hong Tai united with Amin, Mang Gurtai and others for the sake of the throne, forced his mother Abahai to death, Duoduo is unforgettable.

In this expedition to the Ming Dynasty, he strongly asked to go south with the army, also in order to make military achievements, so as to gain more voice for his brother Dorgon in the court.

The time for a pillar of incense passed quickly, and Li Xingzhi's convoy had not even been lined up, and the sound of Duoduo urging troops spread on the north bank of the Hutuo River.

Immediately after that, Rosh, Surina and other Manchu and Mongolian generals led 3,000 cavalry each, and the Jingbei Army, which was urgently arrayed, slowly pressed over.

Rosh and Suzhna have been on the battlefield for a long time, and they know when to charge in order to give full play to the cavalry's strengths.

"Woo, woo, woo......!"

The horn of the bull became more and more urgent, and the war horses of the Qing army began to trot slowly with this sad chirping.

On the side of the Jingbei Army, the Zhenyu battalion urged the people to retreat three miles away, and they were still desperately running in the direction of the Hutuo River.

The cavalry had already lit the torches in their hands, and they were watching with palpitations as the black line slowly approached.

As the speed of the black line became faster and faster, Li Xingzhi raised his knife and shouted: "Hurry up and ignite, and then retreat immediately." ”

The cavalry of the Qing army was gathering momentum, one by one, holding a spear, holding a saber, urging the war horses under them.

Duoduo on the dirt slope silently estimated the distance, and at the moment when Li Xing ordered the ignition, the gilded Daxu, which represented the owner of the white flag, began to lean forward continuously, and the horn trumpeter on the side suddenly accelerated the rhythm of the horn.

"Kill!"

Hunting with banners, horses' hooves rolling, more than 6,000 people full of eight banners, like a taut bowstring, suddenly loosened, and then shot in the direction of the retreat of the Jingbei Army like arrows off the string.

Thousands of miles of dark yellow dust, thousands of horsemen rolled up to the flat post, and thousands of iron hooves collided like a huge wave towards the defense line that the Jingbei Army had just arranged.