With his order, the Northland cavalry, which had been eyeing the Northland, finally moved, and rushed down the mountain in a black pressure, and the roaring sound of iron hooves made everyone in the retreating Golden Snake Battalion frightened, and they all looked up at the figure on the watchtower in despair.

"Gale, rise!" Song Qingshu raised his hands again, as if a god heard his summoning, as soon as his words fell, there was a gentle breeze in the valley just now, and in an instant, the wind was raging, flying sand and rocks, blowing so that people's eyes were a little unable to open, and the Manchu cavalry who were charging was particularly affected because it was facing the wind, and they all staggered, and the whole formation was a little chaotic all of a sudden.

The people of the Golden Snake Battalion had already received the order, and they took out their weapons one after another, lined up in formation, and waited for the battle. At this time, they were completely different from just now, all of them seemed to have beaten adrenaline, and some of them even couldn't help but scream, and their morale suddenly returned to the peak.

"How is this possible!"

Sabu Su secretly cried out, could anyone really control the forces of nature? But soon he left behind the sudden weakness and fear, and he knew in his heart that once the cavalry rushed up, if he suddenly ordered it to stop, only the rear army would collide with the front army and die without a fight.

At this moment, the arrow had to be fired, although the wind was blowing, the combat strength of the cavalry troops was greatly reduced, and Sabu Su had to let the cavalry continue to rush down, but he wanted to break the rabble below.

The Northern Route Army is worthy of being the elite stationed in the northern frontier all year round, and the initial panic was quickly controlled by Sabusu, although they all squinted, since they continued to rush down the mountain.

"Flash!"

Song Qingshu's mysterious voice sounded again, and soon a thick lightning bolt slid across the sky, and under the dazzling electric light, the figure on the watchtower suddenly became like a god and demon.

"Thunder!"

Song Qingshu quickly spit out two words clearly, and then a deafening thunder resounded through the valley, and the sound of the Qing soldiers' charge was suppressed at once.

The Qing soldiers are finally in chaos, in this era, Song Qingshu's performance is really appalling, he can control the wind, fire, thunder and lightning with his own strength, what is it if he is not a god or a demon?

Coupled with the fierce winds, lightning and thunder in the valley, many war horses were also frightened, and they were no longer under the control of the riders, and once the front army was in chaos, the entire charging camp was also in chaos.

Looking at the cavalry that stumbled into a ball one after another, Sabusu's heart was dripping blood, he had been in the army for decades, and he had never encountered such a scumbag, he had the upper hand, but the two armies lost half of their men and horses before they handed over!

Sabu Su looked around, and finally felt a little relieved in his heart, after all, it was the elite he brought out, although he suffered so many unexpected situations, nearly half of the cavalry still skillfully avoided the chaos in front.

"It doesn't matter if you are a god or a ghost, this time you will be the ghost of my iron horse. Song Qingshu's almost ghostly performance made Sabu Su a little frightened, but after all, he had been fighting on the battlefield for many years, and his body was very murderous, so he quickly launched a ruthless attack and commanded the remnants of the cavalry to continue to rush down the mountain.

Although the cavalry under his command was terribly scared, the main general was very strict on weekdays, and they were charging from the mountain to the mountain, and the momentum was together, so they couldn't stop if they wanted to, so they had to follow the main general and rush down the mountain.

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the Golden Snake Camp, Sabu Su licked his tongue and yelled, "Raise your gun! Get ready to shoot!"

Seeing the Tatar cavalry in the distance raising their swarthy three-eyed mantles one after another, the Golden Snake Battalion under the mountain couldn't help but start rioting despite its unprecedentedly high morale.

Song Qingshu also noticed the actions of the Manchu cavalry, and knew that when they entered the firing range, the Golden Snake Battalion would probably suffer heavy losses if they fired several rounds of salvos with the three-eyed divine gun in their hands.

However, he had already prepared, and he held the sky with both hands, and yelled: "The rain is coming!"

If he had heard Song Qingshu's ghost cry before, whether it was the Golden Snake Battalion or the Manchu cavalry, they would only laugh at him like a madman, but the series of things that happened like a dream just now made everyone dare not despise his words.

Sabu Su's heart chuckled, it was already cold, if he really summoned the rain, the three-eyed eyes that his cavalry was most proud of suddenly became an ornament, plus there was a lot of mud in the valley, and when it rained, there were mud puddles everywhere, which was a fatal trap for the cavalry who charged.

"God, please don't make it rain. "Sabu Su has always disrespected ghosts and gods, and he can't help but pray at this moment.

It's a pity that God seems to be on Song Qingshu's side today, and soon Sabu Su felt a cold drop of water hit him under his cheek.

"It's over, it's over, it's all over. ”

Sabu gave the order frantically, regardless of whether the enemy was in range or not: "Shoot, shoot!"

It's a pity that the rain came faster than expected, at first it was the raindrops the size of beans sparsely falling, and soon it was pouring down, and the three-eyed god gun in the hands of the Manchu cavalry just released a few shots, and was drenched in gunpowder by the rain, and the three-eyed godgun suddenly became a burning stick.

What was even more terrible was that the rain was so great that the ground became soft and muddy at a speed visible to the naked eye, and rows of cavalry stumbled and fell headlong at the rush.

At this time, the Qing soldiers finally collapsed, no one was willing to continue to rush down, those who fell off the horse pulled their legs and ran back, and the few lucky ones who did not fall also hurriedly turned their horses' heads and fled back to the mountain, just colliding with the people behind who could not regain momentum.

The cavalry troops, which were still murderous not long ago, suddenly became a pot of porridge and lost their combat effectiveness in an instant.

"My performance is simply like Zhuge Zhiliang, Guan Yun's long!" Song Qingshu finally breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but think of it, but he was soon stunned to find that the entire Golden Snake Battalion below looked at everything in front of him as if he was dumbfounded, and couldn't help but roar angrily and funny: "What are you doing in a daze, rush me!"

Song Qingshu is now the reincarnation of a god in the eyes of everyone, and his voice suddenly detonated the morale of the entire Golden Snake Battalion.

All the people, whether it was his descendants, or other subordinates of the master, as well as Yang Miaozhen's Red Jacket Army, or the Jianghu sect that helped the fist, all of them rushed towards the Manchu cavalry in chaos with their legs open.

"General, let's go, it's too late to go. A group of pro-soldiers on the mountainside pulled Sabusu and anxiously comforted.

"I think I'm a dignified 8,000 elite, but I was defeated by one person!" Sabu looked at the man at the bottom of the mountain, gritted his teeth, pulled out his waist knife, and killed several of his own soldiers who persuaded him to escape.

"If you dare to retreat again, cut it!" Sabu Su said fiercely, although the large army is chaotic now, its strength still exists, as long as it can stabilize the chaos as soon as possible, it may not be condescending, it may not be without the strength to fight.

Song Qingshu under the mountain keenly noticed that the soldiers around Sabu Su seemed to be gathering, and couldn't help laughing loudly: "I have long heard that King Xiao took the head of the king of Chu from the ten thousand armies in the past, Song has been fascinated for a long time, and today he is brave enough to follow suit." ”