The earth trembled, and the sound of iron hooves echoed from the direction of Shangjian Cliff echoed like thunder.

The snow dust swept over was like a storm. Nurhaci almost sent a scout to Shangjianya to inquire, so Gao Jin personally led more than 8,000 cavalry to kill him. The leader was still Cao Wenzhao's Beiwei Camp.

The Jurchen soldiers were wearing heavy armor and fought fiercely and tenaciously, which was not something that the Mongolian light cavalry of the Korqin Camp and the Khalkha Camp could break through.

The heavy cavalry in Beiwei Camp was like a sharp knife, and instantly tore through the red flag soldiers who turned around to stop them. They scattered and scattered toward the two wings of the Zhejiang soldiers who were trapped in the encirclement. Behind them were the surging white horses and rode towards the two red flag soldiers and horses scattered.

Qi Jin's helmet had fallen, and his originally pale hair was stained with blood, like a ferocious old ghost crawling out of hell. There were less than 1,500 Zhejiang soldiers guarding him. Their formation had been overwhelmed, with people standing next to each other, shoulder to shoulder, and facing each other.

At first, the Jurchen Eight Banners Jianrui wanted to break the battle formation formed by these white-haired veterans head-on, but when they found that no matter how they attacked, the other side never collapsed. They clearly had an absolute advantage, but in the end, the two sides were almost apart. Even the arrogant four Beile were no longer willing to continue fighting hand-to-hand combat. They mobilized archers to shoot all the most tenacious Ming troops that they had encountered since the rise of the army.

But as soon as the first round of arrow rain was shot out, the sound of horse hooves like thunder tide sounded from behind the Zhejiang soldiers. Then the Beiwei Camp, which was wearing heavy armor, rushed out from the oblique thorns on both wings, and headed straight for the Jurchen archers of the two white flags.

Qi Jin looked at the archer who was rushing forward like a mountain torrent, who had defeated the Jurchen soldiers in front of him like a mountain torrent. He laughed wildly on his old face. He knew that the tall guru Du Hongyu had come, even if he violated the saint's order, he would come to save the Qian Han who died in the eyes of these big men!

Nurhaci, who was watching the battle, could no longer maintain the preservation of the winner. The Ming cavalry that suddenly rushed to Shangjianya was too fierce and brave. Even though the two red flags of soldiers encountered the enemy in a hurry on the back, they were beaten too quickly.

Nurhaci had seen the Liaodong Iron Cavalry in the heyday of the Li family, but compared with the heavy cavalry running towards him, the Liaodong Iron Cavalry that he once feared was nothing more than Err.

At this time, the entire battlefield was disturbed by the Shuofang cavalry. Although Nurhaci was shocked, he was not panicked. All the elite soldiers of the Eight Banners were here. His troops were strong. As long as he did not lose his own position, this group of Ming cavalry would not be able to defeat the sky.

At present, the Eight Banners soldiers were not moved, the two yellow flags were not moved, the two blue flags were being repaired, the two white flags and two red flags surrounded more than 4,000 Ming infantry, including Zhejiang soldiers, and nearly 30,000 troops from the four flags. Nurhaci didn't believe that the thousands of Ming cavalry that suddenly came out could turn the battlefield.

After Cao Wenzhao defeated the archers of the two white flags, he did not continue to lead his troops to attack. There were only more than 700 cavalry left in Beiwei Camp. Behind the two white flags was the original formation of the two yellow flags of Lao Nu. Even though he was arrogant and brave, the Jurchen soldiers were not comparable to the Mongolian tribes, and what the Major Protectors told him was to protect the Zhejiang soldiers and then look for an opportunity to cover them to withdraw from the battlefield.

So Cao Wenzhao saw that the Jurchen soldiers of the two white flags retreated in an orderly manner, so he simply led his troops to dismount. Beiweiying was originally a heavy cavalry and a heavy infantry dismount. As long as he had the strength, he could fight. He asked his 300 iron armor to pick up the regiment cards on the battlefield, formed a dense formation to protect the front, and led the remaining subordinates to lead the horses into the center of the square formation given out by the Zhejiang soldiers.

"Shuofang Cao Wenzhao, pay homage to Shishang Qi!"

Seeing the bloody war under the Bloody War Banner, which was almost impossible to recognize, Cao Wenzhao paid a visit to the old general with red hair and beard. He had long heard of the reputation of Zhejiang soldiers, but today he saw it with his own eyes that he knew how good the Zhejiang soldiers were in the mouth of the Great Protector. Looking back at the surrounding Zhejiang soldiers were mostly white-haired veterans, and young and strong, I really don’t know how brave these veterans were when they were in their prime.

"General Cao doesn't have to be too polite. Where is the Gao Da Protector?"

Qi Jin was almost at the point where he was exhausted. He was holding his breath now, just to meet Gao Jin and then entrust the last remaining remnants of the Qi family army beside him to the Gao Da Protector.

"Ship Qi, the Protector of the Great Deity defeated the two Red Flag soldiers of the Donglu, and arrived. By the way, this is the meat cake brought by the last general. Please ask Ship Qi to deal with it first. When we kill the Donglu, we will ask Ship Qi to have a meal."

As Cao Wenzhao spoke, the soldiers under his command took out meat pies that were still warmed by their body temperature from their arms and handed them to the white-haired veterans and the remaining Du Jun.

"Then I'm not polite."

Qi Jin took the meat pie and ate it in a few bites. The white-haired veterans did not say much polite words. After taking the meat pie and eating it voraciously, they drank the water bags sent by Cao Wenzhao and the others, and then closed their eyes to rest and nourish their strength.

Cao Wenzhao didn't say much. These Zhejiang soldiers were really fighting old wars. If it weren't for the idiot Du Song who ruined the 25,000 army for no reason, General Du would be alone. Otherwise, with 4,000 Zhejiang soldiers as the core, as long as the logistics supply was able to keep up, they would definitely be able to nail the Jurchen army to Shangjian Cliff. When the Great Protector led them to kill, the old thief Nurhaci was attacked from both sides.

But now there are only more than a thousand veterans who are good at fighting. It’s really worth dying!

In the rear of Cao Wenzhao, the two red flag soldiers and horses broke by Beiwei Camp tried to reorganize their formation. However, Gao Jin led the white horse cavalry to come in along the gap opened by Beiwei Camp, and then caught the Zhenghong flag and rushed forward. In addition, the 4,000 Mongolian light cavalry including the Korqin Camp were extremely fiercely intercepted the red flag soldiers and fought together in a group.

On the Feifen Mountain battlefield, if you look down from the sky, you can see that the battlefield is like a chicken egg from north to south. Two yellow flags and two blue flags stand in the north. In front are two white flags facing the south, facing the Beiweiying and Zhejiang soldiers lined up in the middle of the battlefield. On the southern battlefield, the two red flags are being suppressed and beaten by Mongolian light cavalry such as the White Horse Cavalry and the Korqin Camp.

Nurhaci could only roughly determine that the two red flags were fighting against the Shuofang Iron Cavalry, because the center of the battlefield was blocked by the Zhejiang soldiers with 700 armors. He did not urge the two white flags to attack immediately. He believed that Daishan, the big beller, would not disappoint him, and at the same time, he believed that the old minister He Heli and his Dong'e tribe who followed him could resist the Shuofang Iron Cavalry. He did not believe that the Shuofang Army could carry a large army to expedition.

Just as Nurhaci expected, He Heli, the five ministers of the Later Jin Dynasty, was much more experienced than Daishan, the leader of the four major benefactors. Almost after the red flag was dispersed by Beiweiying, he immediately raised his own banner and asked his personal soldiers to form a formation to defend. Later, the Zhenghong Banner soldiers, who were dispersed by white horses, gathered with him one after another, and even Daishan fled back in a panic.

"Brother-in-law, the Ming army riding white horses are so fierce, and their armor is strong, I..."

Dai Shan was shocked when he saw He Heli. Since he started a war with Ahma, he had never seen such a luxurious Ming army. Thousands of cavalry were all white horses and black armors, and white horses with black backgrounds were under the flag. Wu Yangyang killed him like a tide rolling back. There were also warriors who could make big bows and arrows on horseback. More than a dozen of his personal soldiers died from the other party's cavalry.

"What came was the white horse cavalry of the Shuofang Army, which was the iron cavalry of the Mongolian tribes, and it was the best cavalry in the world. Big Beile didn't have to worry about it."

He Heli looked at the white horse rider who was driving the defeated soldiers in the distance. He said with a serious expression that the Ming Dynasty's national strength was declining. Although the Liaodong generals could still raise heavy armored cavalry, no one could obtain so many heavy cavalry. Moreover, the white horse rider was not comparable to the so-called iron cavalry in Liaodong, both armor and horses.

"Shoot the arrow!"

He Heli directly asked the soldiers gathered under his command to shoot arrows at the defeated soldiers in front of the White Horse Rider. The armor and armor on the white horse riders were strong and could not be stopped by bows and arrows. The arrows were shot just to shoot the defeated soldiers who were being carried away and prevent them from impulsively.

"Big Beile, although this white horse cavalry has no match for the battle, the heavy cavalry cannot last long. We have many soldiers, and as long as we take over their charge, we can win."

He Heli was much older than Dai Shan, but he was even stronger. He had fought with Nurhaci for decades and was particularly ruthless in his military use.

In the pouring rain of arrows, more than 200 Zhenghong Banner Jurchen soldiers who were surrounded by Gao Jin's troops fell down dozens of people, but they all shouted, turned around and fought, blocking the white horses rushing in with their flesh and blood, and then were stepped into powder.

Even though the Jurchen soldiers in front had formed a formation to fight, Gao Jin still led the white horse cavalry and rushed in. Nurhaci's eight banners were all present, with more troops than him. He had to completely defeat the Zhenghong Banner in front of him in the shortest time so that Nurhaci could throw himself into a rat and dare not fight with him. Only then could he escape with the less than 4,000 Zhejiang soldiers and the Yulin soldiers recruited by Du Hongyu.

He Heli placed in front of the army were two Niu Lu children from the Dong'e tribe of his headquarters. There were many of his nephews, all of whom were wearing iron armor. They were always brave and good at fighting, and they were not afraid of death.

When the two armies were less than thirty steps apart, they flew out of the army formation of Zhenghongqi. From time to time, white horses were falling off their horses, but their speed did not slow down and they still rushed forward straight.

He Heli thought that his Dong'e tribe's children could face the violent charges crushed by the heavy cavalry, but he always forgot that he had never encountered real heavy cavalry like the White Horse Cavalry after many battles. So when he was less than ten steps apart, his Dong'e tribe's children were shaken, and there was a gap in the formation that should have been tight.

Then the white horse rode down these gaps, like a flood breaking the cracks. Gao Jin saw the veteran under the big flag of Zhenghongqi, and even rode his horse to lead the most elite guards around him to rush away.

Shidian, who was at the end of his prime, was the top master of gun skills in this era. He was not only the coach of the Shuofang Army, but also the general in Gao Jin's personal guard. He stabbed the left and right and opened the way for Gao Jin.

He Heli looked at the white horse riding in front of him in a flash, but said to the panicked Dai Shan, "Great Beile, let's go, I will stay to resist this enemy general."

Dai Shan wanted to stay and fight against He Heli, but his warrior ahead was swept away by the bear-like bear-like generals, and he lost the courage to resist.

"Bale, tell the Khan that the Shuofang army is fierce and must be treated with caution."

He Heli couldn't hesitate when he saw Dai Shan, so he shouted after sending him onto the horse's buttocks, and watched Dai Shan go away. Fang Zi rolled over and said to the left and right, "Since I raised my army with the Khan, I have never fought timidly, and I will follow me to meet the enemy!"

He Heli shot several arrows at Gao Jin who was rushing straight to him, but they were all blocked by Gao Jin's spear. At this time, the two were less than twenty steps apart. He Heli's personal soldiers were shocked and tried to block Gao Jin, but were knocked away by the white horse guards who were covering Gao Jin.

Finally, when the two met, Gao Jin knocked over He Heli with his spear, and then penetrated the chest of one of the five ministers of the Later Jin Dynasty. Then he drew his sword and cut off the big star symbolizing the red flag.

"Shuofang, thousands of victories!" "Shuofang, thousands of victories!"
Chapter completed!