"...Cobbso, take your son to clear the obstacles in the direction of Qian'an for me. Chen Tai, give it to you the direction of Jizhou Town."

In the big tent, Abatai is making the final military arrangements.

Kobsoo, the second son of Turge, and the third-class viscount of the Inlaid White Banner. Turge, as Abatai's deputy, led his troops to restrain the Ming army in Guanning, while Kobsoo followed Abatai into the pass and made meritorious service.

Chen Tai, a man of the Manchurian Zhenglan Banner, and a nephew of the Abatai tribe.

"Although the Southern Dynasty is vulnerable, in order to prevent and ensure the clearance of retreat, it is necessary to remove the potential hidden dangers near Qingshankou. You two have a heavy responsibility and take on the vanguard position and do not neglect."

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Cobsso and Chen Tai received the order.

Abatai smiled on his rough face and nodded slightly: "This time I go to the capital of the Southern Dynasty to see what color the Chongzhen child is."

Then he said to a sloppy old Tartar on the side, "What do you think the shaman thinks?"

But he is a shaman.

The shaman refused to speak, and a lama on a cabin next to the shaman laughed and said, "The general is going to the capital of the Ming Dynasty to see. How dare the lama not work?"

Abatai laughed loudly.

The shaman said, "The capital of the Ming Dynasty should not be underestimated. There are also people who practice Taoism, and they are very powerful. The general should not be careless when ordered."

Abatai stopped smiling and nodded, "The Shaman is right."

At this time, the door of the tent suddenly opened, and a Niu Luezhen in white armor rushed in and knelt down on the ground with a thud, kowtowed and said, "The General is not good!"

After brushing the whole body of Niu Luezhen, he shook his whole body and was under a lot of pressure.

Abatai looked a little dark and said, "When did the Manchurian warriors panic? Say!"

Niu Lue swallowed and said, "General, Qingshankou has been taken away!"

"What?!"

Cobbso, Chen Tai stood up suddenly and screamed in surprise.

Abatai shouted, "Sit down for me!"

Then he looked at Niu Luezhen with a sharp look and said, "Aoyamaguchi was taken away?!"

"Yes... General, Qingshankou was taken away." Niu Lue was sweating coldly: "The big flag planted in Guancheng is not the big flag of my Qing Dynasty, nor the big flag of the Southern Dynasty. The slave's son was also killed near him and was beheaded and hung on the city."

Abatai took a sudden breath and stood up. His strong body was filled with oppression: "Isn't the Ming Dynasty's army?!"

"No...no." Niu Luezhen gritted his teeth and said, "The flag is three zhang, black, and embroidered demon god."

Abatai turned to the other generals.

Everyone knows that they have never seen such a banner.

Abatai swallowed and said, "Can you know how many people are there?"

"Eleven people." Niu Luezhen said: "Slaves have counted far away, and there are only eleven people in the city."

"Eleven people?" Abatai's face relaxed at first, and then said solemnly: "There must be more than eleven people. This general left a 300 Niulu elite soldiers in Guancheng, but he was captured by the Guancheng in a confused manner without even a trace of wind at night. How could there be only eleven people?"

Abatai has experienced a long battle formation. He has no smartness, but he has very rich experience. But after all, he cannot imagine Ying Yi's strength.

His thoughts turned, his expression was serious, his beard was even more ferocious. After a moment, he said, "Chen Tai, let it go first in Jizhou Town. Take your Erlang to Xifengkou to take a look."

Chen Tai was stunned, and after a moment he reacted, saying, "The general means Xifengkou..."

Abatai waved his hand: "You can go and see it quickly and come back and report immediately."

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Chen Tairu was on fire and strode away from the tent.

Abatai took a breath and said, "There is a famous saying in the Southern Dynasty: Know yourself and your enemy, and you will win every battle. I don't know who the enemy is coming, but if you seize my pass, you will have a big plan. Qingshankou and Xifengkou are adjacent to Qingshankou, and if you seize Qingshankou, Xifengkou will definitely be the case. If this happens, the matter will be serious."

He said: "Cobbso, immediately spread out the light cavalry. I should know all the situation around me. Don't leave Qian'an and Jizhou Town!"

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After Cobsoo left the tent, Abatai said to Niu Luezhen who had been lying on the ground: "Get up."

Then he said to the shaman and the lama: "Please follow this general to the next view."

Shamans and lamas are invincible.

Immediately, Abatai put on his armor, went out of the big tent, turned over his horse, and took a team of elite white armored soldiers out of the camp to run to Qingshankou Pass.

On the inner side of Qingshankou, under the flag of the city, Ying Yi stood with a knife at this time. Six ferocious green-skinned rat-tailed heads were hanging on the top of the city, and the blood that had not yet dried was dripping down, as if the clock was walking.

He looked down from a high place, his eyes swept across the long-lasting Tartar camp, landing on the line of the interception of heaven and earth in the distance, and said in his heart: "I wonder if Zhu Bingkun and Zheng Wu have already taken their place."

Qian'an and Jizhou Town are two base points, and the area between Qingshankou and Xifengkou is the pocket that Ying Yi tied. However, this pocket is too big and needs to be tightened.

According to the plan, Zhu Bingkun and Zheng Wu's troops should have started to pierce into their pockets at this time, but I don't know how tight it is now.

The tighter the prick, the easier it is to achieve the goal of completely annihilated the Tartars. If the prick is loose, it may not be impossible to escape.

From a distance, I saw a bunch of people rushing out of the Tartar camp, all of which were white-armored cavalry, rumbling over the earth and running towards the city.

Ying Yi withdrew his gaze and fell on the Biao Tartar soldiers.

With Ying Yi's eyes, although he was two or three miles apart, he could see through in an instant. His eyes swept over and finally fell on the person in charge.

Abatai suddenly felt like a needle pricked all over his body, and his heart was beating wildly, as if a disaster was coming, and he almost couldn't catch the reins of the war horse.

Fortunately, he had been through the battle formation for a long time and barely pressed down this terrifying feeling, but his heart couldn't help but sink and sink.

In a moment, the war horses roared and had already reached the point where an arrow was below the city. Abataylor held the reins, and the white-armored elite soldiers behind him stopped in unison, showing their strong riding skills.

Looking up, Abatai's eyes met a pair of unrest and indifferent eyes. He couldn't help but tremble in his heart and took a deep breath.

Sure enough, there were only eleven people on the top of the city.

But these eleven people were covered with armor and armed with teeth, and they could not see their faces at all. They were like eleven steel statues, standing like mountains, motionless.

At this time, the lama on his left grinned and said, "Sure enough, there are only eleven thieves. General ordered, Lama, I have not made any contributions, so why not give them to the lama?"

As he said that, he also glanced at the shaman.

Abatai suppressed the alarm in his heart and nodded slightly: "I'm working."

The horror before made Abatai frightened, but the lama and the shaman were his support, otherwise he would have turned around and returned to the camp at that time. Because that kind of horror was unprecedented. He had never felt such a horror. Even if he was fighting back and forth among thousands of troops, he would never have.
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