In the evening, the sun is setting in the west, reflecting a battlefield outside the Xifengkou Pass, and the golden iron horse swallows thousands of miles like a tiger......

No one would have thought that the Eight Banners, who claimed to be the king of the grassland, would be defeated so completely.

The pride of the Qing Dynasty, the eagle on the grassland, the eight banners are not more than 10,000, more than 10,000 invincible, invincible for decades, and the pride of the Eight Banners has been cast.

But now they were proud of their bravery and glory, and in front of the Ming army, whose strength was obviously less than their own, they were defeated so miserably that they didn't even touch people's hair, and they were beaten and fled.

At the moment when the dignity of the Eight Banners retreated, it was as if they had been pressed to the ground and rubbed, rubbed, rubbed......

People are often like this, when the you are proud of is not even a fart in the eyes of others, then how proud you are, on the contrary, how desperate you will be.

"Bastard! Come back to this king, you bastards! Azig was charging in front and retreating in the rear, chasing the Eight Banners who fled in the desert and scolded.

At least three hundred guards were around him when he charged, but now there were only twenty or thirty left.

These guards are very conscientious, and they can't do anything about such a master.

They are the prince's guards, and if the master dies in battle, it means that they are not protected well, and they will also die, but they will die a little sooner or a little later.

The war was too devastating for Azig, who had only turned forty this year, but had been fighting since his father, Pinurhachi, the boar, when he was a teenager.

Over the past 20 years, I don't know how many times I have fought big battles, small battles, headwind battles, and siege battles, but it is the first time that such a bad battle has been fought, shame!

"Those who died are the most loyal warriors of my white flag! My soldiers! Ahh

"Your Highness—" Seeing this, several guards hurriedly dismounted, pushed Azig's body to the horse's buttocks, and ran away regardless of Azig's situation.

What does it mean that those who die are the most loyal? Are we not faithful? Isn't it a warrior?

This is probably the thought of all the accompanying guards after hearing Azig shouting.

"The Shenji Battalion assembles support at Xifengkou in a column formation!

3,000 battalions listen to the order and follow the enemy to break the enemy! Pursuit! Liu Hong gradually rode around on his warhorse, shouting and issuing orders.

"Gotcha! It's finally our turn to have three thousand battalions, Lao Wu, compare with each other? See who kills more? Lu Haibo rubbed his numb hands, raised his eyebrows and glanced at Wu Binghao next to him.

"Less nonsense! Hou Ye has an order, all of them have it, and they will kill the enemy with this general! Rush! Wu Binghao didn't care about Lu Haibo's provocation, drew his sword and rushed towards the defeated Tartar soldiers.

The cavalry of the Beijing camp watched the almost slaughter-like charge of the Shenji Battalion against the Eight Banners throughout the whole process, and the prestige of the Eight Banners was almost as famous as its ferocity.

However, in front of Hou Ye's newly trained Divine Machine Battalion, it was so vulnerable!

Even the scimitars in the hands of the frontmost Eight Banners soldiers were already about to slash at the musketeers in front of the queue, and at that moment, Wu Binghao even rushed over to help with the cavalry in disobedience.

But at the next moment, the new firearm called AKM taken out by Hou Ye's personal guards was even more slaughtering, and the blood mist sprayed by the Tartar soldiers and the flying skull made Wu Binghao feel both heroic and ashamed.

The heroic thing is that he saw with his own eyes that the invincible Eight Banners were defeated so miserably, and he was ashamed that if it were them, these cavalry of their 3,000 battalions would definitely lose even worse in the face of Hou Ye's Shenji Battalion!

"Kill-kill-kill!" Wu Binghao shook his head while galloping on horseback.

him, anyway, Lao Tzu is following Hou Ye, and he won't beat us, let's go and turn over a few more tartars!

"Don't you think you're pretty good on weekdays? A hundred taels of tartars, give Ben will rush! It's a mule or a horse, pull it out and slip!

Otherwise, go back, don't complain about this, complain about that! Lu Haibo also drew his war knife and made the final mobilization to his subordinates behind him.

"Kill the enemy with me!" Lu Haibo took the lead and chased after Wu Binghao.

"My lord, we're going to kill the Tartars too!" Liu Hongjian was about to chase with the AKM Baihu, who had just mounted on the war horse, when he was suddenly stopped by a big man on horseback.

This big man was the Guanning Iron Cavalry Hundred Households Guankuoduan who was gradually intercepted by Liu Hong from Shanhaiguan, and in addition to carrying a Suifa musket behind him, he also carried a three-eyed firearm like an iron hammer.

There's no way, although the treatment of Banzai Mountain Thousand Households has always been very good, but these tall Mongolian men just don't like to use muskets, and even if they can use them, they are not willing to lose their ancestral three-eyed guns.

The only remaining 800 Guanning iron cavalry in the entire Ming Dynasty, with Liu Hong gradually fighting from Shanhaiguan to Shaanxi, now there are only about 500 people left.

Broadend was bearded, grinning but very honest, but he was petitioning on behalf of the five hundred or so brothers.

Although they don't have the AKM in the hands of the Senhu Officials, they think that the three-eyed gun is not bad.

What's more, they are Guanning Iron Cavalry, and they are also the former king of the grassland, so it is really uncomfortable for them to throw away their horses and kill the enemy with a wooden broken spear on their backs.

They want to kill the enemy heartily, they want to hammer the head of Jianlu with the iron hammer in their hands, and they want to earn a lot of money!

"Yes, go, chase the enemy with Ben Hou!" Liu Hong gradually put the sword into the sheath, and he also carried an AKM in his hand, and rushed forward first.

Behind him, Niu Dabang, Zu Qiuqing, Chang Yu, Yue Chengze, Wang Lang and other original members of AKM 100 households followed closely behind.

Then there were more than 500 Guanning iron horsemen carrying iron hammers and screaming.

Not long after, at the beginning, it was the Eight Banners who charged the Ming Army, but now it is the opposite, and more than 20,000 Beijing cavalry are like a torrent of steel, rushing towards the camp of the Eight Banners who have collapsed.

The leader of the Eight Banners, Azig, was unconscious, and the already flustered Eight Banners suddenly lost their backbone, and behind them was the Ming army that was closely pursuing.

All the Eight Banners could only subconsciously and panickedly run towards the base camp in the rear, hoping that the infantry under the command of Prince Zheng Zierharang in the base camp could save them.

Zilharang was still commanding the remaining tens of thousands of troops to attack the city, but he didn't think much about it, Azig was only six years younger than him, and he was also experienced in a hundred battles.

Although it feels like the unknown army in the rear is a bit strange, it won't be a big problem if you think it won't be a big problem!

After all, the Eight Banners have never lost a field battle, so they can run if they can't beat it!

What really trickled him was the pass in front of him, it had been six days, and seeing that it was about to get dark, Zilharang looked at the Xifengkou official standing in front of him and frowned.

"Report! Temple...... Your Royal Highness, Prince Ying's Eight Banners were defeated, and now they are retreating towards the base camp, with countless pursuers behind them, horses ...... I'm about to rush over! ”