Before the two Mongolians could react, they were hit by one blow and all their heads were shattered.

Gao Shixin killed two Korqin people, dragged the bodies into the stable and hid them, and then started to do things. He walked to the manger first, and the war horses tied to the manger were sleeping at this time. Horses stood there and closed their eyes. There were still a lot of residual grass in the manger that had not been eaten yet. The stable was filled with mountains of grass.

All war horses were tied to the manger with reins. Gu Shixin first untie the reins tied to the manger, and then connected the reins of two adjacent war horses together, so that these horses became simple chain horses.

The real chain horses are connected by iron chains. This chain horse connected by reins is actually very fragile. The reins are easily torn off when the horses are running. It doesn't matter anyway, but it just temporarily impacts the Mongolian camp and creates chaos for the Later Jin army.

After connecting the horses, Gao Shixin took some more hay, tied the hay into bundles, and tied it to the horse's tail.

After completing all the preparations, Gao Shixin took out the scythes and flintstone, lit a handful of hay, and threw the fire hay on the pile of forage. The flames rose, and the less fire, the bigger the bigger.

Kaushin lit the hay tied to the horse's tail again, and then he jumped on one of the horses and waved his whip.

The forage piled up and the fire rushed towards the war horses. The hay on the horse's tail also caught fire. The war horses smoked by the flames made a sad neigh. The war horses connected to the left and right spread their legs and began to run, knocked open the wooden manger, and broke the pillars of the stable. The shocking war horses rushed out of the stable and rushed towards the camp of the Korchin Mongols.

"There is a fire! The stable has a fire!" The Mongolians on duty at night shouted in horror when they saw the fire on the stable.

"The stable caught fire! The stable caught fire!"

The Korqin Mongols put on their armor, picked up their weapons, and rushed out of the tent in panic. As soon as they ran out of the tent, they saw a large group of war horses running wildly in their direction in the fire.

"Shocked the horse!" The Mongols of Korqin shouted and fled in all directions.

The shocking group of war horses trampled on the ground with iron hooves, and the horse's tail rushed to the Mongolian camp with a raging fire.

There was a low-high wooden fence between the camp of the Korqin Mongols and the camp of the Coach. As a result, the horses of shocked horses hit the low wooden fence and knocked over the wooden fence. The horses of shocked horses rushed into the camp like an unstoppable metal torrent, trampling unscrupulously. The tents were knocked down by the horses and stepped on the ground, turning into a pool of rags. Then the flames of the horse's tail burned ignited the tents that were overturned on the ground.

Gao Shixin sat on the back of a war horse in the middle, drove away the horses, collided and trampled in the Mongolian camp, and soon lit a large tent. Many Mongolians had no time to run away, and were knocked away by war horses or stepped into meat paste.

There were also some Mongolians coming up from the side and trying to control the shocked horses, but none of them succeeded. They were all lifted down the horses and stepped on them by thousands of galloping iron hooves into human-shaped meat patties. Even if the Mongols had superb equestrian skills, they could not subdue a large group of shocked war horses. Most of the Mongolians who wanted to climb onto the horses were unsuccessful.

Finally, a Mongolian man climbed onto the horse's back, but was shot by an arrow and fell off the horse's back. Then he was given a piece of meat to the horse's house.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" The Jurchen camp in the middle also became in chaos.

There was also a wooden fence between the Mongolian camp and the Jurchen camp, so they didn't have to worry about the horses rushing into the camp of the Later Jin soldiers.

The wooden fences are made of trees as thick as bowls, and war horses are spiritual animals. If they know that they can't hit this thick wood, they will naturally not silly hit the wooden fence. So these war horses turned a corner and continued to run and set fire in the Korqin Mongolian camp, rushing all the way, and the Korqin Mongolians who were trying to stop them fell one after another.

There were more than ten stables in the Korqin Mongol camp, and Gao Shixin only lit one of them. More than five thousand scary horses rushed out of the stable and ran along the wooden fence outside the Jurchen camp. The Mongolian barracks caught fire wherever they went.

There was a stable in front of me. Mongols rushed in, untied the reins and pulled the horses out. The Korqin people who rushed out of the tent jumped onto the war horses and wanted to rush outside the camp. But it was too late, and the shocked group of war horses had already rushed over. The Korqin Mongolian cavalry who had no time to ride their horses were hit one after another. Some Korqin cavalry and horses were knocked down, and were trampled into meat by thousands of horse hooves; some were wrapped in the shocked group of horses and ran together.

Most of the Korqin Mongolian cavalry fell from the horse's back under the impact and were stepped into meat paste; there were also a few Korqin Mongolians who finally managed to control their war horses, but were shot down by cold arrows shot from the shocked horses, and were stepped into meat paste in a flash.

In the Jin tent of the Central Army of the Later Jin army, the old slave was awakened by the noise outside.

"What happened outside?" the old slave asked.

A white-armored guard said, "Master, the Korqin camp outside caught fire. It seemed that the stables caught fire. All the war horses were shocked. They rushed around in their camp. Some horses caught fire, knocked over the tent, and lit them."

The old slave got up, put on his armor, and walked outside with the help of two white-armored guards, standing on a high platform, looking out at the Mongolian camp and Baoyi camp outside.

The Korqin Mongols' camp was already a quarter of the chaos, and the camps were in chaos and fired. Many Korqin people were trampled to pieces. The Korqin people who survived by chance ran around like headless flies.

Only the rumbling drums sounded in the Ming military vehicle fort opposite him, and then the shaking shouts were heard.

"Don't open the village gate! No one is allowed to be put in, whether it is a Mongolian or a Baoyi! If there is a person who bumps into the village gate, no matter whether his Mongolian or a Baoyi, or even ours, as long as we dare to bump into the village gate, we will be killed without mercy!" The old slave shouted to the personal soldiers beside him.

The situation was chaotic and the old slave who repeatedly used traits to open the gate of the Ming city. He was used to doing such things, so he was naturally wary of others using the same means to deal with him. Therefore, he was worried that spies would be involved among the Mongolians. In order to ensure the safety of his Jurchen camp, the old slave told him not to open the gate, and no matter who came to slap the gate, he was not allowed to open the gate.

A considerable number of the war horses pulled out of the stables were swept across the Mongolian camp with the war horses that had just come out of the stables. The herd of horses ran around the camp of the Korqin Mongolians for a long time. The Mongolians were trampled, hit and burned to death.

Gao Shixin estimated the horsepower and felt that it was almost done. Moreover, many of the reins connecting the war horses were torn off. All he could control was left was more than a dozen horses, and the rest of the horses were subconsciously rushing around.

"It's time to leave!" Gao Shixin said to himself. He controlled the more than ten horses connected together, gradually slowed down, allowing the remaining thousands of war horses to pass first, and his more than ten horses fell to the end.

"Let's go!" Gao Shixin roared and drove the horses away from the camp of the Later Jin army.

More than ten war horses rushed straight from the middle of Baoyi camp, knocking over the tents along the way, knocking Baoyi away, rushing out of Baoyi camp, and rushing straight towards the gate of the village.

The horses stood in the direction of the wooden fence wall. Gao Shixin used his unique skill to hide in the pedal, and the Later Jin soldiers stationed on the wooden fence wall did not notice him.

The closed village gate blocked the way of Jingma's tribe, but Gao Shixin had already jumped off the horse's back. Taking advantage of the chaos, he rushed towards the wooden fence with the help of the leather of the Jurchen soldiers' cotton armor on his body.

"Who is the command!" shouted the Later Jin soldiers on the wall.
Chapter completed!