While Zhao Tianba saw the Ming army, his subordinates also saw the military flags with three walls.

"The admiral is here!" The Ming soldiers beside Zhao Tianba burst into a frenzy cheer.

The officers leading the team were even more excited. While shouting: "I am a captain", "I am a lieutenant", "Brothers follow me", they took the lead in running out in the direction of the bargain.

"Kill the Tartars!" The Ming soldiers rushed forward without hesitation.

"Hey, I haven't given the order yet." Zhao Tianba shouted in dissatisfaction, but his voice was drowned in the shouts of soldiers. Toward his subordinates' backs, Zhao Tianba could not help but whispered the order: "All army assault."

At this time, the Ming army's cavalry had already arrived in front of the armed cavalry of the Biao camp. Before the Qing soldiers on the side had time to turn around, some of the Ming army's cavalry were stopped by the Biao camp's mounts, but the two parallel rows of horizontal lines still passed through the enemy's loose formations. Wherever the Ming army's cavalry rushed, the Qing army was dismissed one after another.

Taking advantage of this time, the guerrillas of the Biao Battalion had completely turned and jumped forward. Although the speed had not yet been raised, he still did not feel desperate. Years of battle allowed him to develop a lot of skills. The guerrillas of the Biao Battalion had encountered very dangerous situations before, but they could always escape the disaster of killing with their superb horse skills and extraordinary reaction speed. The guerrillas stared at the eyes of a rushing Ming army, and he could see that the other party had regarded him as the target.

"He wants to cut my left arm diagonally..." Almost instantly, the guerrillas of the Biaoying subconsciously made a judgment through the opponent's eyes and the movement of their arms. Without thinking, his arm had already reacted, and the sword was tilted and blocked the opponent's attack route.

when!

The swords and swords intersected, and the impact force made the shortstop pause slightly backward, but the opponent's attack was completely lost.

"Ah!" A scream suddenly came out of his mouth. After hearing his own shout, the Biaoying Guerrilla felt that something had hit him hard in his abdomen, and his strength was so great that he almost knocked him backwards.

While the Ming army was staring at him, another Ming army hit the guerrilla's ribs with a sword. When the two Ming soldiers passed by left and right, the guerrilla saw another cold light coming to his eyes. This was the third sharp blade waving from the Ming army. He was blocked by the Qing army in front just now, so he was about two horses behind his companions.

"Stop..." The guerrilla tried hard to raise his sword to defend himself, but something hit him from the other side. This was another slightly behind Ming cavalry who flew past one side and slashed his helmet ear protection position with a knife.

"Too many people..." Guerrilla was hit by two weapons in the ears and eyes, which was his last thought before losing consciousness.

...

"The spear is really not easy to use," Zhang Yiqian once again had this idea. He felt this more than once when he was chasing the cavalry of the Bianbat on the middle road. When the Ming army used a dense formation charge, his spear could only go forward. Even if there were enemies in front of him, he would not dare to stab, because once the enemy was stabbed and could not be pulled out immediately, the spear that came across could trip several companions on his side in one breath. Therefore, when Zhang Yiqian charged this time, he had already thrown away the spear and drew out a spare saber: "In this formation, the saber is still easy to use."

A second ago, Zhang Yigan waved a knife at an enemy who looked like a general, but failed to hit the opponent's arm but was blocked by the enemy with a sword. It didn't matter. Zhang Yigan saw the sword of his companion moving forward in parallel with his eyes and took the guy's abdomen. He was stabbed at the speed of the rushing horse. Even if the opponent used armor to protect his body, his internal organs would almost be shaken away, and he would vomit blood on the spot if he didn't die.

Without time to think, Zhang Yigan waved his sword at the next enemy again. The enemy seemed to be the flag bearer. He did not look at Zhang Yigan but looked in another direction. At the same time, he was raising the flagpole that had crossed over to block the sword that had just hit the general's abdomen - the sword was slashing head-on towards the flag bearer.

"Where are you looking at?" Zhang Yigan thought sarcastically while swinging out the sabre. He was chopping the flag bearer's mouth. The continuous combat made the blade very dull. Zhang Yigan's sabre hit the enemy's cheek armor and did not completely slash it in. At this time, Zhang Yigan's horse had driven past the flag bearer, and the huge impact force bent the enemy's neck back, making the back of the enemy soldier's head stick to the back.

After the neck was broken, the flag bearer continued to raise his arms, throwing the flag of the flag camp into the air, the flag rose to the highest point, and then turned to the ground, and suddenly stretched out a hand and held the flagpole tightly before it fell to the ground. The Ming army, who was following behind, caught the flag of the governor, and raised it with a flip, so that the flag and the flag with three walls would fly together in the Ming army's cavalry.

The Ming army advanced like a wall and ran across the Biao battalion column of the governor of Sichuan and Shaanxi. Although the Ming army faced by the Qing army on the far right had begun to loosen, each Biao battalion cavalry also had to face two or three weapons that were cut at the same time. Many Qing soldiers who were cut out made incredible screams, whirling their bodies on the horse's back, and they had not fallen yet. More Ming troops passed by them, one after another, and the weapons repeatedly landed on their dull bodies, shaking them left and right until they finally fell off their horses.

When the Ming army infantry rushed over, their commander also arrived. The scene in front of him shocked Zhao Tianba and stopped the war horse.

"It's just one charge." Zhao Tianba looked at the already falling cavalry cavalry. Before the two rows of cavalry walls swept across the entire column, only a few enemy armored cavalry rushed out of the Ming army's attack range first. The about 300 armored cavalry left in the formation were already overturned by people. A few lucky ones rode on the horses, all of whom were covered with blood from their companions.

These lucky people were holding the weapons in their hands blankly, standing still, around them, with unhanded mounts everywhere. The motionless companions were lying on the ground, and some of the armored horses who had not swallowed their last breath, crawling hard on the ground, spitting out a large mouthful of blood.

The armored cavalry who escaped from the formation were not much better than the lucky ones in the formation. They all stared blankly at the killing field in front of them, and could not accept the fact that their troops were declared destroyed in an instant.

The Biao Battalion Knights, who were closest to the Ming army infantry, waited until the Ming army infantry came to the front and did not react. They stood there blankly, and were pulled off the horse by the Ming army soldiers who rushed up and fell to the ground. At this time, the lucky people in the formation had already begun to tremble, and the weapons in their hands fell to the ground weakly.

"Subdue early!" Ming army infantry rushed up shouting.

"Surrender." A cavalryman of Biaobastion who was still speaking murmured, raised his hands towards the Ming army infantry, and others also learned from him.

Only a few armored cavalry at the farthest had recovered their self-control before the Ming army infantry rushed towards them. They turned their horses and rushed out to the east like crazy. While fleeing without looking back, they threw down all the loads, first with swords, then with empty scabbards, then with helmets and armor.

"Just one charge, the cavalry that was twice as good as one side, or the heavy armored cavalry of the governor of one side." When his men went to capture the prisoners, Zhao Tianba had just recovered from his shock. It was not surprising that the enemy was caught off guard at high speed, causing serious casualties to the opponent. However, according to Zhao Tianba's experience, when charging with a loose formation, the results were often achieved by a few people in the front row. Most of the people behind were blocked and they could not find the target and adjust the attack posture at the first moment: "How did the Third Prince do it?"

...

When Zhao Tianba was surprised, Deng Ming had already led his cavalry toward the next target.

Before launching the first charge, Deng Ming originally planned to repeatedly attack the Arctic cavalry unit that posed a huge threat to the Ming army. After sweeping the bid battalion, Deng Ming turned around and prepared to reorganize and launch a second charge as planned.

However, the results achieved were far beyond the previous imagination. The scene in front of him made every Ming cavalry immediately realize that the heavy cavalry unit, which was a strong enemy of the Ming army, had been completely defeated. The remaining enemy knights were completely collapsed, and they had no consciousness to reorganize the formation. Friendly infantry had rushed towards this group of scared enemies. Deng Ming lost the ** to continue attacking, and ran to Zhang Yong's flank with three walls.

"Who is the enemy under that mahjong plaque?"

Zhang Yong, who was standing at a high place to command the attack, clearly saw the entire process of the destruction of the camp. He was so shocked that he pointed at the direction of the military flags of the three walls and asked the left and right about the identity of the enemy general.

At this time, the personal guards beside Zhang Yong were all pale. After seeing the four hundred cavalrymen of Biao Battalion being destroyed in a blink of an eye, these people felt that all the blood in their bodies had been drained. Including Zhang Yong's personal soldiers, the Qing soldiers on the top of the mountain all had weak legs and could fall to the ground at any time.

"Admiral!"

"Admiral!"

Like the soldiers around Zhao Tianba just now, the Ming army, who was fighting with Wang Jinbao and Zhang Yong, also burst into earth-shaking cheers after seeing the military flags on the three walls, answered Zhang Yong's questions.

"It's Deng Ming here!" Wang Jinbao, who was wielding his sword on the front line to command the battle, first understood. He just took the lead and calmly responded to the battle, barely resisting the Ming army's offensive. In front of Wang Jinbao, the Ming army soldiers were attracted by the abnormal situation behind, slowed down the attack speed slightly, and did not rush up again immediately. Now some soldiers were cheering in the direction of the cavalry.

Although he did not see clearly what was happening on the other side of the hills, Wang Jinbao immediately recognized the flag of the camp that was raised in the hands of the Ming cavalry.

"Biaoying... has the Biaoying been annihilated?" Wang Jinbao and Deng Ming met in Kunming. After the fire, Wang Jinbao cursed and scolded Deng Ming countless times in the camp, vowing to cut the liar who dared to pass orders to him. Every time he scolded Deng Ming, Wang Jinbao would despise the other party's cowardice even more. If Deng Ming dared to fight him, Wang Jinbao felt that he could beat Deng Ming to an end, and Wang Jinbao believed that he would be unquestionable.

However, this unbreakable confidence gradually began to shake. After hearing one amazing victory after another of Deng Ming in Huguang and Nanjing, Wang Jinbao gradually began to classify Deng Ming as a person like Lu Bu and could take the head of the general among the troops. However, Wang Jinbao still believed that he could defeat Deng Ming, who was only brave enough to be a man with his experience in commanding troops. Of course, you must be careful when encountering Deng Ming. Wang Jinbao would never fight with Lu Bu alone, and even if he brought his personal guards to fight together, he should avoid it.

"Didn't the armored cavalry of the Biao Camp bend just now?" Wang Jinbao felt his body trembling involuntarily: "Is he attacking the rushing sound just now? Did he defeat the four hundred armored cavalry in a blink of an eye? Beast, he is really Lu Bu."

The last bit of confidence was also collapsed. Wang Jinbao looked at the cavalry of Deng Ming's 200 people in the distance, and knew that although he was experienced, he would never be able to defeat the four hundred armored cavalry in the blink of an eye. Even if the troops were several times more powerful, he would be far from being able to do so.

"Zhao Liangdong, why do you say that you can defeat his five thousand soldiers with one thousand armored soldiers!" Wang Jinbao shouted out of control: "But this guy is definitely Lu Bu."

...

Seeing Deng Ming calmly starting the team in the distance, Zhang Yong's burly body began to tremble. The main force in his hand had already sent out to restrain Zhao Tianba's infantry. Now there are only auxiliary soldiers and more than 100 personal soldiers next to the flag.

"He wiped out all four hundred cavalry in one charge. How could my hundred personal soldiers be enough for him to fight?" Zhang Yong's heart was full of despair. After seeing the power of the three walls, the auxiliary soldiers behind him had already begun to flee noisy, and no one stopped them. Some of Zhang Yong's personal soldiers also secretly moved backwards, and their minds were full of thoughts of escaping with them.

"Sir, sir." A confidant officer pulled Zhang Yong's armor in panic, and his tone was filled with crying: "No, General Wang ran away!"

"What!" Zhang Yong shouted, turned around and looked towards Wang Jinbao's position. He saw that the flag that had been erected there had disappeared, and the Qing army on the top of the mountain had no fighting spirit, and was shouting and running towards the riverside and the east. The Ming army, who had been blocked from the slope, had already reacted and was shouting and chasing.

"Escape each one!" Zhang Yong flew up, kicked down his flag, and shouted to his personal soldiers in grief: "Escape, we will see you back to Chongqing."

...

The battle situation that was still in a stalemate turned upside down in the blink of an eye. Deng Ming led his team to chase along the avenue for a while, driving the Qing army that was trying to escape to both sides of the road. The Ming army infantry quickly followed and occupied the road.

"Let the auxiliary soldiers start searching the mountains." Deng Ming said to Zhao Tianba. After the Ming army controlled the road, the Qing soldiers who fled up the mountain could not escape at all, and there was no need to send soldiers to attack them. The auxiliary soldiers could search them all: "I will first detour the retreat of the Qing army in the middle, and then continue to cut off the retreat of the Qing army in the south to the south. You can follow me in 500 infantry, and you will continue to counterattack in the direction of the camp with the remaining people."

"As for your order." Zhao Tianba replied respectfully.

When Deng Ming led seven hundred steps and the cavalry rushed across the side of the Qing army in the middle, Wang Jinbao was fighting against the torrents in the Yangtze River.

The armor and clothes on his body were thrown on the shore by Wang Jinbao. The naked General Wang swam hard to the south bank while silently reciting in his heart: "Even if you are Lu Bu, it's useless. If you enter the water, you will be my world."

Although he is from Shaanxi, Wang Jinbao has been accustomed to water since he was a child, and he loves and is good at swimming. When he was young, he often boasted of himself as a white stick in the Wave Margin. After becoming a general, Wang Jinbao did not abandon this hobby. When he led the army to fight, he often jumped in and swam freely when he saw Mingjiang Dachuan. When he was transferred to Huguang to listen to it, Wang Jinbao had swam in Dongting Lake for a full three hours, which scared his confidant soldiers, fearing that something would happen to him. When he got ashore, Wang Jinbao did not change his face and breathed without rushing. If he didn't feel a little cold, he would have no problem even if he stayed in the water for two more hours.

Crossing the Yangtze River was nothing more than a matter of little business for Wang Jinbao. After climbing up the north shore without any danger, Wang Jinbao first shook off the water from his body, then quickly pulled off a handful of leaves and wiped it dry.

"I went down the river for several miles just now. If I walked a little further, I should be able to see our navy." Wang Jinbao did not stop for a moment and ran forward. Soon, a ship with a green flag appeared in Wang Jinbao's vision.

"Hey! Hey!" Wang Jinbao shouted and jumped, waving his arms to the ship: "I am Deputy General Wang! I am Deputy General Wang!"

Although the green camp ship could not hear Wang Jinbao's shouting, he noticed him and rushed towards the north shore staggeringly.

When General Wang was about to escape, Zhang Yong was still on the way to escape.

General Zhang, dressed as a soldier, bent over and moved cautiously along the roadside. Suddenly, he heard someone coming from a distance, and Zhang Yong quickly fell to the ground, closed his eyes, grinned his teeth and looked painful, and he remained motionless.

When Sun Chuanting and Li Zicheng fought a fierce battle, Sun Chuanting's seven-provincial coalition forces had 200,000 people. Zhang Yong survived from the battlefield by pretending to die. Fortunately, the rebel army did not earn the merits with their heads, so the rebel soldiers did not have the habit of cutting off their heads.

When several Ming army auxiliary soldiers passed by Zhang Yong, one of them bent down, put his finger in front of Zhang Yong's nose for a while, then stood up straight and shook his head: "I'm so angry."

After saying that, these auxiliary soldiers walked past Zhang Yong. After the footsteps were gone, Zhang Yong jumped up quickly and continued to move forward silently.

Although Li Zicheng's soldiers did not cut their heads, they were not very polite to the corpse. They stabbed them one by one with guns to prevent the officers and soldiers who pretended to be dead from leaking out. When the soldiers who broke into the camp shot Zhang Yong's thigh, Zhang Yong did not speak out, but there was no muscle on his body shaking. However, Zhang Yong also got a problem. Not only did he always walk inconveniently, but he even rode a horse and often caused old injuries and pain. Now when marching and fighting, if possible, Zhang Yong would rather take a car or ride a sedan chair.

There were voices coming from the front, and Zhang Yong fell to the ground again, as if he was a stone. Zhang Yong firmly believed that he would stay in the green mountains and not be afraid of burning firewood. When the Qin army was defeated by the camp, the entire army was destroyed. Zhang Yong and other officers and soldiers of Gansu Town did not dare to return to their hometown, nor did they dare to go to Beijing to serve the king. So he fled south to Huaiyang and received military pay under Shi Kefa's men.

Later, the Qing Dynasty went south in a large-scale southward. Zhang Yong and other Qin troops in Gansu Town and colleagues from Jiangbei Army surrendered to the Qing army, raised green flags and crossed the Yangtze River bravely, and suppressed the rebels from all over the southeast for the Qing court. When they returned to the northwest and met their old opponents who broke into the camp again - now they have been renamed the Ming army, and the Qing general Zhang Yong is more confident than before: "This time we are not as good as we were back then. Now we have Manchurian soldiers behind us!"

Whether it was called the Qin army or the Ganzhou Green Camp, or the officers and soldiers laughed to the end, Zhang Yong firmly believed that the final victory must belong to him, Li Guoying and other former Ming officers and soldiers. Whether it was the Western thieves or the trespassers, the bandits would be eliminated sooner or later. Chongzhen did not have the ability to lead them to win. It doesn’t matter, the Manchu Taijun has this ability.

"The third prince is even more cruel than Li Chuang. The three walls of the past were not as powerful as that!" When footsteps passed by, Zhang Yong recalled the scene he had just seen with lingering fear: "But no matter how powerful he is, he is not a match for the Manchu soldiers. Besides, he, an unfilial son, actually forgot the revenge of killing his father and valued those bandits! He didn't even care about his father, and it was even more impossible to tolerate a veteran Qin army like me."

In this way, Zhang Yong finally escaped ten miles away, touched the riverside, and successfully attracted the attention of a Qing army ship patrolling the river.
Chapter completed!