In the face of the interception horses sent by Khalchu, Khaldemuni chose the strategy of dividing his troops to pursue, in his opinion, even if the Manchurians were brave, now they were just pitiful worms under the long knives of the Ming people.

More than 300 Mongolian soldiers instantly split into two groups and rushed in the direction where Gangtu and Kharchu were.

The Mongol soldiers were divided into two routes, and Gangtu did not dare to divide his troops to intercept them, because judging from the smoke and dust splashed by the galloping horses in front of him, there were at least two or three hundred Mongols who killed him.

"Shoot the arrows!"

"Shoot the arrows!"

The charging Mongols and the Manchurians who turned back to fight again shot the arrows in their hands almost at the same time, and more than 20 Manchurian Eight Banner soldiers and more than a dozen Mongols were instantly hit by arrows and fell off their horses.

No one cared about the death of his companions, Goshha, who was commanded by Gangtu, was the most trusted military horse of Khalchu, and the Mongols were eager to make a meritorious feat in front of the Jingbei army, and after two rounds of shooting, the war horses of both sides finally collided together.

"Bang, bang, bang......!"

After a dull sound of flesh crashing, the Mongols and Manchurians charging in the front row were knocked out by the huge inertia, and the soldiers on both sides behind did not hesitate to wave their sabers and slash and stab the enemy on the opposite side with their spears upright.

Relying on the strength of the people, the line of the Mongol cavalry continued to lengthen, forming a counter-fan and surrounding the Manchurian soldiers to whom Ganglin belonged.

Ganglin waved his saber desperately, but he couldn't do anything about the current situation, and from the moment he asked to stay, he didn't think about the slightest chance of survival.

Although there was a gang forest after the break, Kharchu did not dare to stay, and ran wild with the remnants of a dozen goshha horses to kill them.

However, he had just left the battlefield for about three miles, and there was a rapid sound of horses' hooves behind him, and Kharchu turned his head sharply to see a group of Mongol soldiers rushing towards him.

"Oh no, the damned Mongols are chasing after them again."

Kalchu was so frightened that he didn't dare to resist at all, but swung his knife at the horse's buttocks, and then violently grabbed the horse's neck and desperately ran south with the horse's belly.

The horse was in pain, and drove Kalchu like crazy, and rushed out of the distance of several miles in just one pillar of incense.

Kharchu breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to see if his Goshha had caught up, but the war horse under him was bent in front of his hooves, kneeling on the ground, it turned out that he was in a hurry to flee for his life, and the knife was too fierce, and the war horse was running all the way because of excessive blood loss, and he had already lost his strength.

Without a horse, he couldn't run far, but Kharchu hurriedly looked around, wanting to find a place to hide first.

At this moment there was another hurried sound of horses' hooves in the north, and Khalchu looked intently at Goshkha, and behind them were the Mongols wielding their sabers.

"Defeated!"

The once invincible Manchu Red Flag Banner Lord Khalchu sat on the ground in despair.

The masters all stopped, and the minions naturally couldn't run anymore, and after the remnants of a dozen Goshha fled to Khalchu's side, they raised their long knives one by one and looked at the surging Mongol cavalry.

"Khalchu, do you descend or not?"

Khaldemuni sat on his horse, and the saber in his hand pointed at Khalchu.

"Khaldemuni, you and your uncle are both scum of the Mongols, you have turned your back on the Manchurians and Mongolians, and you have been used as pigs and dogs for the Ming people, what face do you have in front of Benbele."

"Dorobele, what are you talking about, we Chahar people are the descendants of the Golden Family, after accepting the canonization of the Ming Dynasty, we have always been friendly with the Ming Kingdom, if it weren't for you Manchurians persecuted with long knives, would you be the descendants of our Immortal Heaven would have taken refuge in your Jianzhou barbarians?"

Kaldemuni looked at the Kalchu who was sitting on the ground with a teasing face.

Since the rise of the Later Jin, not only the Ming Dynasty people have been devastated by the Manchurians, in fact, the first unlucky is the Mongols north of the Great Wall, since the time of the old slave Nurhachi, the Jianzhou Jurchens have been robbing the Mongols' Dingkou and cattle and sheep, under the iron hooves of the Manchurians, both the Mongols outside the mouth and the inside of the mouth have been slaughtered madly, even if it is the iron-clad ally of the Later Jin Horqin was also forced to surrender by the iron hooves of the Manchurians, to put it mildly, the Mongols also have a deep hatred for the Jianzhou Jurchens.

"Ben Baylor fought with you!"

In the face of Khaldemuni's taunts, Khalchu raised his long knife sharply and pounced on Khaldemuni, who was sitting on his horse.

"Kill them all!"

Facing the trapped beast of Khalchu, Khaldemuni slammed the reins of the horse, and the saber in his hand rushed towards Khalchu's long knife.

"Bang dang!"

A crisp sound of gold and iron sounded, and the horsepower of the Kaldemuni heavily slashed the angry Kalchu out, and the Mongolian cavalry around him also slashed at the Manchurian soldiers who were fighting to the death with their knives.

The Mongols, who had the advantage in numbers, did not brainlessly go one-on-one with the Manchurian soldiers in front of them, but surrounded a Manchurian with a few cavalry and slashed desperately.

Suddenly.

The remnants of a dozen or so Qing troops were slashed by the swarming Mongol soldiers.

The overturned Khalchu struggled to get up, but his left and right sides were already surrounded by Mongols on war horses.

ZHONGJUN,

Dai Shan, the prince of the Qing Dynasty, personally led the army to charge into battle, but in front of him were countless red flag routs, because of the fear of the battlefield, these Manchurian soldiers did not care whether they were in front of them or not their own banner lord Wang Ye, under the infinite desire to survive, kept squeezing towards the hundreds of Goshha to whom Dai Shan belonged.

Prince Li and his guards, who were recoiled by the chaotic army, couldn't get up at all, so they had to keep swinging their knives and slashing the endless rout in front of them.

However, the defeat was like a mountain, and after he killed a batch, more routs continued to pour towards him, and no one dared to turn back and fight to the death, even if Prince Li's long knife was already stained with blood.

"Herod!"

The neighing of war horses sounded, and it was unpredictable to say that the Manchurian rout army dared to turn back on the Goshha of Daishan in order to survive, but they did not dare to face the Mongol cavalry led by Namutu.

Where the Mongols' war horses rushed, the scattered Manchurian soldiers all scattered and fled in fear, Namutu, who had already slashed and killed dozens of Manchurian soldiers, only deeply regretted at this moment, he did not expect that the Manchurian soldiers, who were known as invincible in the world, would be slaughtered by themselves like pigs and sheep, and he regretted that he actually took refuge in these brave Jianzhou Jurchens.

The truth is, as long as your long knife is sharp enough, the self-proclaimed warrior invaders will reveal their fierce nature.

Mao Wenlong founded Dongjiang Town with more than 200 soldiers, Zhang Pan achieved the victory of the Great Black Mountain and beheaded 1,500 with more than 1,000 troops and horses, and Lu Xiangsheng was able to resist Dolgon's 80,000 army with 5,000 Tianxiong army and achieved the ...... of Qingdu Mountain.

This incident proves that the Eastern captives are just boasting of force, and they are just using slaughter after slaughter to deter the Mongols in the north and the Han people in the south.