Abula was depressed, he felt as if God was working against him, and nothing had gone well since he took Fangshan.

First of all, his brother-in-law Hutabu was inexplicably killed by the Ming army, and when he took a large group of men and horses to avenge his brother-in-law, he was repelled by a patrol in Xishan Town with one or two hundred archers, and forty or fifty bannermen died.

And now when he escorted the people of Fangshan to Bazhou to join the army, there were still people who dared to attack at dawn, when was the Ming army so bold, even daring to attack at night!

But through the slightly dewy morning light, Abule found that it didn't seem to be the Ming army killed in the distance, the black clothes were not armored, and they looked like ordinary people in the Ming Dynasty, but the fierceness of the hand-held blade was not under the Ming border army.

"Amutu, you rush over with fifty cavalry, you must scatter this group of people for me!" Looking at the hundreds of Ming people killed in front of him, Abule smiled coldly, no matter how strong the infantry army was, it was vulnerable in front of the iron hooves of the Eight Banners, but he didn't know if there were other Ming troops appearing, so he didn't dare to send all the soldiers out at once, but he just sent the white-armored soldier Amutu with fifty horsemen to meet the enemy.

"Wow!" After Amutu received the order, he immediately urged his horses and led fifty cavalry to meet the attacking enemy.

Fifty Eight Banner cavalry had scattered and slowly accelerated in formation, sweeping towards the hundreds of Ming people who had killed in front. Amutu took the lead, his eyes were firmly fixed on the strong lion-like man not far ahead, bent his bow and arrows, and shot an arrow forward, and the other Eight Banners soldiers also bent their bows and arrows like Amutu, and the arrows rained towards the Ming people who were running ahead.

Dozens of Ming people fell to the ground without saying a word, and Amutu was shocked to find that the lion-like man was safe and sound, and he ran faster and faster. The two sides were already close at hand, Amutu gritted his teeth, bent down and waved the long knife in his hand, and then he felt that the long knife shook, and he almost couldn't hold it and flew into the air, so he quickly shook his arm and wrist The long knife turned an arc, and lightly slashed through the neck of a Ming man.

Swinging the stick to separate the full Tartar slash in the front, the second saber slashed again, the iron lion fell to the ground on his back, and swung the mace in his hand while dodging the saber, and smashed it on the front leg of the war horse, and the war horse neighed and fell over, throwing the full tartar on the horse far away. The Mantar cavalry behind hurriedly dodged the fallen horses in front, which gave the iron lion time to get up from the ground.

Standing up and staring at it, five hundred brothers were fighting with the Mantar cavalry, dozens of brothers were chopped to death in front of the Mantars, and some brothers howled and jumped up to hug the Mantars on the horse, and some brothers tried to hold the legs of the horses, but they were broken bones and tendons by the horse's hooves.

After a short battle, the Manchu cavalry passed through the formation, leaving behind four or five corpses, but brought more than twenty dead and wounded to themselves.

Looking at the Manchu cavalry in front of him, who were slowly turning around, the iron lion knew that perhaps as long as he was once again penetrated by the Mantars, the morale of his brothers would be exhausted, and he would flee in the wilderness. Although they were all bandits rampaging in the eastern part of Gyeonggi, and all of them were heroes, they were not disciplined troops after all, and could not compete with the fierce cavalry.

Mantar is really powerful! Looking at the Mantar that was attacking like the wind, the iron lion let out an inner exclamation, he had long heard that the Mantar was powerful, and today he finally saw it, and the cavalry of King Chuang was really worse than it!

"All brothers, gather up, point your spears outside, and line up!" The iron lion roared loudly, and in this case, he could only rely on a dense array of guns to compete with the Mantar cavalry.

More than four hundred bandits quickly gathered under his order, and formed a circle formation, with sharp spears pointing forward, forming a dense forest. The formation was not neat enough, but it was dense enough.

At the same time, dozens of archers quickly drew their bows and arrows, and the arrows were pointed at the rushing Mantar cavalry.

This group of Ming people actually shrank together in a short period of time, looking at the chaotic garden array in front of them, the corners of Amutu's mouth twitched, although the array was not neat, it was impossible to use cavalry to attack, unless it cost more than ten horsemen to smash their array.

The best way to deal with such a formation was to blast the array with artillery, and then assault with cavalry, but they were sent as sentries and did not carry artillery at all. You can also shoot them with bows and arrows, and see that these Ming people don't have any armor on them, maybe they can't shoot a few rounds, and they will collapse!

Amutu thought so, and did so, and under his command, all the cavalry reined in their horses and removed the bows from their bows.

Looking at the Manchu cavalry slowly approaching in the distance, looking at the bow and arrow pointing at him, the iron lion suddenly felt a chill in his heart, he despised these Mantars too much, thinking that he could eat them with three times the strength, who knew that even fifty cavalry could not deal with it.

Looking at the slowly approaching Mantar cavalry, finally an archer couldn't help but let go of the bowstring, and the arrows flew towards Mantar, but they had already landed in front of Mantar, and more people who released arrows followed suit, and as a result, a round of arrows was fired, and even a few Tartar hairs were not shot.

"Damn, won't you wait for them to get close before shooting, waiting for reincarnation!" The iron lion couldn't help but roar loudly, and then watched these archers hurriedly rebuild their arrows with red ears and bare hands, and couldn't help but want to cover their heads. The archers who were finally collected made him really embarrassed by such a performance.

The "chirp" arrows came like a storm, with endless chills, and fell into their own array, and the iron lion waved his stick to knock away a feather arrow that shot at his face, and he didn't even look at the arrow that shot at the body, there were two layers of armor, and the ordinary arrows couldn't hurt his body at all.

But the iron lion has a double layer of armor, but the bandits under him do not, most of them don't even have a piece of leather armor, they are wearing ordinary cotton clothes, a round of arrows fell, more than 30 people fell in a pool of blood, the dead were fine, and the arrows did not die and let out a miserable howl.

The Iron Lion knew that as long as he came for a few more rounds, his subordinates would probably collapse immediately, but what should he do?

Another round of arrows flew over, and a bandit cleverly blocked the corpse of a dead accomplice in front of him, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he looked at the arrows stuck in the corpse.

This round of arrows brought about 20 casualties, "Lift the corpse in front of you!" The iron lion reluctantly gave this order.

Maybe rely on the corpses of his accomplices to block the full Tartar arrows for a moment, but how long can he block them, there are only fifty full Tartars in front of him, what if another hundred people kill them?

At this moment, the iron lion's heart fell into infinite contradictions.