Huo Qubing was here.
They ran across the vast grasslands, crossed the Ximamulun River, and crossed layers of snowy mountains. Five thousand soldiers, tied together by ropes, suddenly appeared like ghosts.
He tore off his thick coat and threw away his useless armor, only wearing a thin coat.
The rope tied the waist to the saddle, and the ring-head sword was tied to the wrist.
It was clear that he was unafraid of death!
The five thousand soldiers were in an orderly formation, like a sharp steel knife piercing straight into the Horqin Prairie.
There were a total of 150,000 soldiers from the Manmeng Eight Banners, and they were scattered all over the place. They followed the Ximamulun River all the way to the north, and it was very difficult for them to gather together.
Moreover, there were countless nomadic civilians here.
Huo Qubing's sudden arrival was like when he killed the Xiongnu during the Western Han Dynasty. He was caught off guard.
The horn sounded, but it was still a step too late.
The galloping horses rushed into the tents of the commoners, regardless of whether they were elderly, women, or children. The ring-headed saber slashed in the air, and corpses fell one after another.
The warhorses did not stop and continued to gallop.
They would maximize the advantage of the cavalry.
Huo Qubing took the lead, his handsome face relaxed as if he was in an amusement park.
"Mother, Mother…"
"Ama? Ama?"
"My child…"
Cries and cries could be heard one after another. Some people could only watch as their loved ones were killed. Some were lucky enough to not be killed by the saber, but they were immediately trampled into meat paste by the horses 'hooves.
Thousands of horses galloped forward, like a huge wave on a tsunami, engulfing all living things on the ground.
This scene…
Huang Taiji and the others who rushed out of the tent saw this and their faces turned as black as the bottom of a pot. Their eyes were bloodshot.
"Hao Ge, Dai Shan, Ah Min, mount your horses and fight.”
Huang Taiji didn't have time to be defeated. Without saying anything, he took out a crossbow from his tent and mounted his horse.
Before he moved, the bowstring was already drawn and aimed at Huo Qubing.
Whoosh--
The arrow left the bowstring, accompanied by the sound of air being torn. Just as it was about to hit, Huo Qubing suddenly possessed him and slashed open a young child with the Ring Head Saber in his hand.
Here, there was not the slightest bit of sainthood.
What they wanted was to kill, and kill again.
The civilians who had escaped the disaster collapsed. They were far away, but they were paralyzed on the ground and wailed. They roared and screamed.
After all, in a place where the nomadic people lived, almost every family had relatives.
The person who died might not be himself, but his loved ones.
On the other side.
Huang Taiji, Hao Ge, Dai Shan, Ah Min, and the other Baylors wanted to gather their troops but they didn't have the time or opportunity.
Once again, Huo Qubing charged towards them. The ferocious cavalry could not stop him at all, especially on this vast grassland, where they were unprepared.
"Hurry up! Protect Ama…"
"Protect the Great Khan…"
Panic, chaos!
There was no time to care about the lives of the commoners. The first thing they did was to pull Huang Taiji away.
Haug whipped the horse under Huang Taiji's crotch, causing it to neigh and leap away.
Haug followed closely behind, pulling away at the fastest speed.
In the next second, Huo Qubing arrived in front of the tent where everyone was sitting.
The sound of galloping hooves was like the rapid flow of water, moving forward and forward.
Borzigutzezhe's father, Mangus, also wanted to run, but he was too slow.
Before he could leave the tent, Huo Qubing was already in front of him. The sharp blade sliced across his face like lightning, and half of his head was split open.
No one was reluctant to leave. Before they could even see clearly, Huo Qubing had already left.
Following behind him were the five thousand elite soldiers.
In the blink of an eye, the huge tent was swept into a mess by the warhorses. They passed through the tent, stepped over the bonfire, and continued north.
At this moment.
Manmeng's troops had already gathered, and it was unknown how many of them there were. A black mass of cavalry appeared in front of them.
Some of them didn't even wear cloth armor. They carried long sabers and jumped onto their warhorses, charging towards Huo Qubing.
Blood dyed the West Mamurun River red, and the surrounding snow red. More than half of the Windhorse flags that were fluttering in the wind had fallen, and some had already been lit by bonfires.
Seeing the Qing soldiers charge, Huo Qubing suddenly raised the ring-head saber in his hand and pointed it in the other direction.
In the next second, the warhorse turned around and charged towards the other tribe.
After avoiding the direct collision with the Qing soldiers, the galloping horses still did not slow down.
The Qing soldiers could only quickly pursue, but in terms of cohesion and mobility, they were much inferior to Huo Qubing's troops.
"Order the soldiers to retreat!"
Atop the horse, Huo Qubing turned his head and shouted at the deputy general. The soldiers then turned towards the river they had come from.
This was a team that looked like a black dragon, but also as terrifying as a demon.
However…
Huo Qubing couldn't leave so easily.
After shaking off the pursuit of the Han army, Huang Taiji had already pulled the reins. He turned around and shouted,"Haug, the men of Aisin Gioro are never afraid. I'm not at the stage where you can protect me, but I can lead the troops to assist Amin and Daishan in annihilating the Han army.”
"Your son will obey."
Haug's bloodlust was also ignited. He immediately returned to his horse and galloped.
Daishan, Amin, Jierhalang, Dudu, and the other Banner Lords and Banners of the Eight Banners of Manchu Qing all charged out.
As time passed, they each led a portion of their cavalry to surround Huo Qubing.
Some three thousand, some five thousand. The starting numbers might have been small, but gradually, more and more soldiers gathered from all directions, attempting to stop Huo Qubing in the Ximamulun River.
"General, they're catching up…"
"General, should we inform the reinforcements?"
The deputy general who was close to Huo Qubing couldn't help but shout.
"Wait a little longer."
When they left Shengjing City, they had brought twenty thousand soldiers with them. Ten thousand were left behind, and another five thousand were left behind near the Horqin Plains.
Huo Qubing only led these five thousand men to charge forward. Every nerve in his body was tense, and his blood was boiling.
It was a pity.
The encirclement formed by the Qing soldiers became smaller and smaller, and the sense of compression became stronger and stronger.
Hauge was the closest to them. The two to three thousand soldiers behind him were close to each other. They could reach the tail of the Han cavalry.
The battle began.
Someone's arrow flew out first and hit the Han army.
Several of the Han soldiers died and fell to the ground. However, their waists were tied to their warhorses, which were still galloping.
A few or dozens of casualties would not be able to slow down the speed of these five thousand cavalrymen, much less weaken their lethality.
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