Huang Taiji entered the customs this time with the intention of cooperating with the homeless thieves to engage in sabotage, just to let the Ming Dynasty continue to lose blood, but he didn't expect to find that the country had become vulnerable.

Now in this country, only "that person" can still pose a little threat to my Jurchen army, and the others are not worried.

Huang Taiji's mind appeared Ye Qiu's appearance.

In the past nearly a year, the Jurchens have also fought with Ye Qiu's Ning Yuan army a few times, and no matter whether they win or lose, they have suffered a lot of losses each time.

The most important thing is that this Ning Yuan soldier seems to be getting stronger and stronger, and the fear of the Jurchen warriors has disappeared in the battles again and again, which Huang Taiji does not want to see.

Fortunately, there is only such an army in the Ming Dynasty, 30,000 people.

It's not that Ye Qiu didn't want to raise more soldiers, the problem was that although the imperial court killed Yuan Chonghuan and did not set up a governor of Jiliao, it sent a few prison troops to Ye Qiu's army, and also strictly controlled the salary and ordnance issued to the army.

The original tens of millions of salaries a year are now gone, and most of them have been misappropriated by the imperial court to beat the homeless.

The problem is that the displaced people are fighting more and more.

Ye Qiu didn't care too much in his heart, but Feng Hu and Ye Ye had a lot of opinions and often complained.

This time, the Jurchens broke through again, and the two of them were mostly happy.

Let the imperial court see our combat effectiveness, only by throwing silver into our Ningyuan is the best choice!

The two of them thought excitedly.

......

Horses' hooves were blowing, and hundreds of Jurchens rode in the wind.

In the course of several days of marching, they encountered some Ming troops, although they only had a few hundred people, but these Ming troops still fled when they saw the wind, and did not dare to engage in battle at all.

Everyone's assessment of the Ming people's combat effectiveness has dropped another level, or they don't regard them as armies at all, no different from those cattle and sheep that have been driven.

The Jurchens had no fear, and they swept through villages like a storm, leaving behind them crumbling houses, dripping blood, and strangely shaped corpses.

Those Jurchen recruits who entered the customs for the first time had already miraculously and quickly completed their psychological construction, and began to find pleasure in the killing of the Ming people.

Suddenly, a force of Ming cavalry appeared in front.

These Ming cavalry were comparable in number to them, and they were dressed in fine cowhide armor, and they looked completely different from the Ming troops they had encountered before.

The Jurchen soldiers did not raise their vigilance, but rushed over one by one with strange screams with bright eyes.

There have been many battles with the wind, and inertia has been formed, and according to past experience, these Ming troops should have begun to flee at this moment.

But then they found that the Ming army in front of them not only did not escape, but rushed towards them.

"Is this here to send you to death!" The leading Jurchen general was overjoyed in his heart, he was tired of killing the Ming people who had not resisted, and this time he had to cut off a few more heads of Ming soldiers.

The two not-so-long black lines approached, and there was no doubt that the bow and arrow were the first weapons to be used in cavalry warfare.

The sound of bows sounded, and the Jurchens and Ming people on both sides raised their bows and arrows almost at the same time.

The Ming cavalry did not have any advantage in bows and arrows, because they faced the elite Jurchen cavalry, and their bows and arrows were even better than those of the Ming army.

After a buzzing and thudging sound, the arrows staggered through the air and then fell with a sharp sound of wind.

The sound of swishing breaking through the air is creepy.

In the sound of puffing into the flesh, there were unlucky eggs who kept screaming and falling off their horses, and the war horses rolled to the ground with a wail, making a series of broken bones.

This is the symphony of war alone, surging and cruel.

After the baptism of arrows, the sound of the Ming army's swords drawn together was one, and even the sound of rumbling horses' hooves was covered.

The rising morning sun shone on a pair of shiny steel knives, across the horse's back, and the long curved blade stretched out, reflecting the cold light.

The Jurchens raised maces, iron spears, axes and other weapons.

Two groups of warriors belonging to different camps, armed with weapons, as if they had been discussed, staggered through the gallop.

Feng Hu at the front of the Ming army was the only one to use a spear.

That's right, this Ming cavalry is none other than Ning Yuanjun.

There was almost no sound of the collision of blades, all of them were echoing with the sound of puffing into the flesh, and suddenly blood splattered, stumps and broken arms flew sideways, and countless figures screamed and fell off the horse at this moment.

The confrontation in the gallop made the fight short and intense, and in a dozen breaths, the two teams of knights had completed the first wave of the contest.

Feng Hu, who was an arrowhead, had been stained with specks of blood on his body, and a long cut had been made on the armor under his ribs, but it didn't hurt the flesh and skin.

Feng Hu, who had practiced the method of contemplating the mind of the air and sea, was far beyond ordinary people in terms of reaction speed and strength, plus he also had a true qi bonus, so that he could be unscathed in such a chaotic army.

He didn't care whether he was injured or not, and he didn't have time to count the casualties, he roared his horse and drew an arc, and reflexively led the people to rush again.

The battle between the Ming people or Ning Yuanjun and the Jurchens was a desperate fight that left no room for anything, and every soldier of the Ning Yuan Army had relatives and comrades who died at the hands of the Jurchens, and the Jurchens were a great enmity of life and death.

The Jurchens were also unrelenting, and, with their extreme horsemanship, they took less time to turn, which also gave them more time to accelerate, faster, and sharper in attack.

Another wave of charges, and the two teams of cavalry, both with heavy casualties, staggered again.

This time, Feng Hu was still unscathed, and his years of training and keen reflexes made him like a fish in water in cavalry combat, and at this time, he had already stabbed down six enemies one after another.

Although this kind of record is not as good as Ye Qiu's monster, it is also a rare fierce general.

Without hesitation, he rode his horse back again and rushed towards the Jurchen cavalry, which was already a small part of the cavalry.

The Jurchens were shocked, the will to fight of this Ming army was beyond their expectations.

The Jurchen generals led by him were hit by one shot and three stabs, and that shot was left by Feng Hu, although it did not kill him, but it also injured him a lot.

The Ming army on the opposite side rushed over again, but the Jurchens hesitated a little, but they couldn't retreat at this moment, otherwise they would be chased to death.

"Kill!" he roared, raised his axe, and rushed towards the Ming army.

Feng Hu lowered his body, his eyes narrowed and stared at the leading Jurchen general, just now let this person avoid the key point and did not complete the kill, which made him quite unhappy in his heart.

Burst!

The spear pierced into the flesh, and the Jurchen general was lifted high, bringing out a puddle of blood.

Feng Hu finally killed this opponent.

This time, Feng Hu waved his spear and turned around again, but what he saw was the back of the Jurchens fleeing in a hurry, alone, with only about 30 people left.

"Chase!"

Feng Hu shouted loudly and led his own cavalry with only thirty or forty horsemen left.