Anti Qing

Chapter 8 Decoy
The hooves sounded like thunder.

The war horses intertwined and blood splattered everywhere.

The Yanling Saber in Li Zijing's hand became more bloody, and the cold light became more intense. Behind him, the horses of the old battalion's elite cavalry were flying back and forth among the crowd with their hooves blowing and their manes fluttering.

Broken limbs flew across the sky, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

I don't know when, Li Zijing couldn't tell whether it was pain or numbness coming from his left shoulder, and the original black tunic was also stained black and shiny by blood.

As soon as these Qing troops fought against each other, Li Zijing already knew that it was not the serious Eight Banners of Manchuria.

Just now when he was fighting with the Manchurian guards, the broad-bladed goose-winged saber he was holding was powerful and heavy, and Li Zijing's arm was numb from the shock.

The Qing soldiers in front of them had light swords and fast horses, and their slashing power was much lighter. Some people's riding skills were not particularly superb, which even made Li Zijing feel a little relaxed.

The gap between the old battalion of Dashun and the green battalion of the Qing army only became apparent at this time.

Li Zijing pulled the rein slightly, stared around and looked around, his thoughts of fear and escape were gone.

After several times of confrontation, only a few people were injured in the old camp, but most of them were still roaring with all their strength, not only did they not look tired, but they were extremely excited.

Looking down, most of the corpses lying on the ground were Qing soldiers.

The old battalion at the back of the palace, with less than 500 people, broke out with extremely strong combat effectiveness after getting on the horse, and almost defeated the cavalry team of the Green Camp of the Qing Army that had been reinforced by more than a thousand reinforcements.

Without Li Zijing's order, these veteran elite cavalry who had fought north and south for many years began to form a new formation, spontaneously assembled behind him, and cast contemptuous glances at the frightened green cavalry in the distance.

Li Zijing's expression can't be described as relaxed, because this battle is far from achieving his goal.

After several hours of fighting, the Dashun army was out of breath even with their men and horses, but they didn't even touch the edge of the Qing army's camp.

At this moment, Liu Fangliang was leading all the old Dashun battalions in the rear to dismount and fight on foot, with the new force as the vanguard, while the rear used Kaiyuan bows to throw towards the gully.

The clusters of arrows rained down with the sound of piercing the air, hitting the armor of the Manchurian guards.

The throw of the Kaiyuan bow did little damage to the heavily armored Manchurian guards. What it did was to distract attention and give the Dashun swordsmen in the front line an extra chance to slash.

Maybe that knife can tear a fatal hole in the formation of the Qing army like an iron bucket!

"Hold on!"

Shang Shan also knew that now only by stabilizing the formation can there be a glimmer of life.

Liu Fangliang's eyes were slightly anxious. All the Dashun troops in the rear had already pressed on, and the battle had been fought to this point, but they still failed to defeat the hundreds of Manchurian guards on the gully.

The old battalion in its early thousand years was in a state of anxiety with the Manchurian guards with less than 500 people!

These Manchurian guards had already gradually collapsed, but when they saw reinforcements coming, they burst out with a firm will to resist.

Like a rock in the waves, no matter how you beat it, it will remain motionless.

Li Zijing shifted his gaze to the cavalry of the Green Battalion in front of him, tightened his grip on the goose-wing saber, and finally fixed on the big yellow dragon banner behind a Han general.

If you want to completely defeat these Manchurian guards, you need to break down their psychological defenses and let them know that if they continue to resist, there is only one dead end.

"Cut the handsome flag!"

Li Zijing raised his saber and jumped on his horse, charging forward again.

"kill!!"

The old battalion cavalry, who had been gearing up for a long time, immediately followed, all infected by Li Zijing's bravery, and rushed towards the bewildered green cavalry of the Qing army.

The green battalion of the Qing army was originally composed of defeated soldiers of the Ming army. After several rounds of hedging, it was already seriously damaged. The fear of being killed by Dashun Jingqi, the morale of the army tended to collapse.

Seeing Dashun's old battalion rushing towards him, he broke down and screamed, running away in all directions.

"Those who retreat will be cut!!"

Geng Zhongming led the Zhenghuang Banner Supervising Team of the Han Army, beheading several escaped green battalion cavalry one after another, not only failed to stop the rout of the rebellious army, even the Supervising Team was almost dispersed.

The cavalry of the Green Battalion of the Qing Army was far inferior to those of the old Dashun Battalion who had been fighting for many years.

The green battalion cavalrymen holding the yellow dragon banner stared wide-eyed, looking around constantly, with a nervous expression.

When the supervisor team turned around, they dropped the big banner in their hands, jumped off the horse and ran away with their heads in their arms, disappearing in the crowd of rout soldiers in a moment.

The elite cavalry from Dashun's old battalion rushed forward, completely breaking up the order that Geng Zhongming tried his best to maintain.

The soldiers and horses of the green battalion fled in all directions, cries, begging for mercy, and screams resounded in his ears. Li Zijing subconsciously looked down at the blood-dripping Yanling knife in his hand, and felt a movement between his chest and abdomen. .

It turns out that the feeling of winning a battle is so good.

One after another, the Green Battalion fell under the knife of the Dashun Old Battalion's Jingqi. Although they had more numbers than those chasing, they were already defeated.

Geng Zhongming didn't expect that his green battalion could not help fighting so much.

There was no need to worry about firewood left in the green hills. Seeing that the chaos was unstoppable, Geng Zhongming made a decisive decision and led the few remaining green cavalry around him to rush back to the camp.

There was a burst of cheers.

Li Zijing turned his head to look, and saw that an old battalion from Dashun had already jumped off his horse, picked up the big yellow dragon banner thrown on the ground by the green battalion of the Qing army, and returned to his horse to shake it vigorously.

"Won?"

Liu Fangliang pulled the iron gun out of the body of the Manchurian guard in front of him, blood splashed on his face, his expression remained unchanged, and then he raised his eyes and looked forward.

The cheers of the Dashun Army had covered the shouts of killing on the battlefield, and the Qing Army's iconic Yellow Dragon banner was being ridden and danced by an old battalion cavalry.

The hundreds of old battalions around Li Zijing, like a sharp knife, destroyed the thousands of green battalion cavalry brought by Geng Zhongming and completely tore them into pieces.

The reinforcements had collapsed, and the Manchurian guards standing outside the gully looked at the yellow dragon flag danced by the bandits, their minds were broken, and their faces were full of disbelief.

Shang Shan lost his mind for a while, and the formation that he worked so hard to maintain was suddenly in chaos.

The Dashun army in the back formation seemed to have been beaten with blood, and they were all extremely brave. They directly broke up the formation of the Manchurian guards in front of the gully and separated them.

Liu Fangliang looked around and finally stopped at the end of the crowd.

Shang Shan, the leader of the guard in iron armor with a red flag, his armor was already soaked in blood. At this moment, he was wielding the broad-bladed goose-winged knife with all his strength, beheading the old battalion of Dashun one after another.

Liu Fangliang's eyes tightened, and she went straight to Shang Shan and rushed over.

"Ugh-"

"Woooooooooo!"

Just when everyone thought they were about to win, there was a sudden sound of horns everywhere.

Three yellow dragon flags were shining brightly against the golden sun, and the horizon was covered with dense flags, and suddenly a dense army appeared.

Countless Qing troops rushed in like a stormy sea.

The deafening shouts of killing suddenly resounded through Pingchuan outside Jindou Pass.

"Manchurian soldiers are coming!"

"Manchu soldiers are everywhere!"

Li Zijing took a deep breath and looked around. Those Dashun Laoying who still had smiles on their faces had extreme fear in their eyes.

The ground under my feet trembled, and the sense of helplessness overwhelmed the joy of victory for a moment.

In the middle, a big yellow dragon banner was lowered, and Duoduo, who was wearing a white flag iron armor, slowly took off his gun helmet, and looked at everything that was going on near the gully with a blank expression.

(End of this chapter)