Done! Your Majesty is going to prostitute me for free!

Huang Degong's personal guard frowned with a worried look on his face, just like the gloomy sky before a storm. He whispered, "General, those enemy spies have conducted very thorough reconnaissance. Although they move slowly, their steps are orderly and their distance is just right, just like chess pieces on a chessboard, moving step by step. It's difficult to wipe out all eleven spies in one go!"

Upon hearing this, Huang Degong curled up his lips in disdain and spat some grass debris on the ground. He turned his head and glanced at the two capable subordinates beside him, his eyes flashing with unquestionable determination.

There were two warriors standing beside him. One was tall and strong, with a scholarly look in his eyes. This was Weng Zhiqi, the deputy general under Huang Degong. Weng Zhiqi was born into a family of officials and scholars. His ancestors were prominent officials in Guangxi. Although he himself did not succeed in the imperial examination, he turned to the martial arts and won the title of martial arts champion with his extraordinary martial arts and wisdom. This time, he followed Huang Degong to Beijing to help the emergency, and was promoted from a lieutenant general to a deputy general. His career was bright. At this moment, he was squatting on a mossy stone, with a yellowed rice paper in front of him. He held a shiny brush in his hand and carefully sketched on the stone, as if he wanted to capture all the mountains and rivers in his brush.

Another warrior stood next to Weng Zhiqi. He was dressed simply, his skin was tanned by the scorching sun, his arms were as thick as tree trunks, and he exuded a sense of strength that should not be underestimated. He was obviously a strong man who could lift a tripod.

Huang Degong turned his gaze to the warrior in plain clothes and asked in a steady voice, "Brother, is there anything else you haven't brought? This journey is dangerous, so make sure you are well prepared."

Hearing this, the warrior concentrated on thinking for a moment, shook his head, and replied: "It should be all ready, sir, don't worry."

Huang Degong nodded with satisfaction, took out two taels of silver from his pocket, and handed it to him heavily: "Take this silver, but remember, don't let me see you here again within a month, understand? Go there incognito, and wait until the storm has died down, then make plans for the future."

The warrior looked at the two taels of silver, a trace of desire flashed in his eyes, but he did not dare to take it easily, and said hesitantly: "This... is not appropriate!"

Huang Degong's eyes widened, his majesty evident in his expression. The frightened warrior quickly took the silver, rode on the donkey beside him, and ran away.

When the warrior's figure disappeared in the distance, Huang Degong turned around and asked Weng Zhiqi: "Have you drawn the topographic map? This battle is related to the overall situation and we cannot afford to make any mistakes."

Weng Zhiqi looked up at the steep cliffs on both sides, a confident smile appeared on the corners of his mouth, and he waved the pen in his hand and said with a smile: "I have written it down, please take a look, General."

Huang Degong didn't look closely, but just nodded slightly, then jumped on the horse and said in a quick and decisive manner: "Let's go!"

Three hundred personal soldiers followed closely behind, mounted their horses, unsheathed their weapons, flashing with cold light, and full of momentum. However, Huang Degong was stunned by the scene, frowning: "What are you doing?"

The guards were also bewildered: "Aren't we going to attack those spies? We are 300 to 11, we will definitely win!"

"What's the use of a sneak attack? Retreat quickly!" Huang Degong gave an order and took the lead, galloping away like an arrow, leaving a string of rapid horse hoof sounds echoing in the air.

Huang Degong, also known as Huang Chuangzi, is a man of great military skill. He was born in Liao and has a fiery character. He never shied away from anything and always marched forward bravely. Today, facing only a dozen enemy spies, he chose to retreat, which was really puzzling.

Although the guards were full of doubts, they quickly followed, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

Weng Zhiqi was still drawing on the ground, confused by Huang Degong's sudden action, so he asked the soldier beside him: "Why is the general so abnormal today? Is there any clever plan in mind?"

"Who knows? Maybe he drank too much yesterday and his brain is filled with water!" A bodyguard joked, trying to ease the tense atmosphere.

"Shut up!" Huang Degong's voice came from afar, with unquestionable majesty, making everyone silent instantly.

Huang Degong and his men were tasked with guarding Miyun and Pinggu, a difficult task. According to the orders of their superiors, they could neither block the enemy outside the Great Wall nor easily retreat to the county town and let the enemy march straight in. They had to fight a desperate battle with the enemy west of Miyun and north of Pinggu. Field battle was their inevitable fate. The enemy was good at field battles, and if they were not careful, they might be defeated. What's more, the exact number of the enemy was still unknown.

They rode their horses at full speed and soon passed through the canyon. This canyon was the only way to Pinggu. The cliffs on both sides were steep, and there was only a narrow path in the middle, which could barely allow people and animals to pass, but it was difficult for carriages and horses to pass.

Going another 15 miles south, the view suddenly opens up and a small plain comes into view. Going another 40 miles ahead, you will reach Pinggu County. The county is surrounded by mountains, but there is a rare flat land in the middle, hence the name Pinggu.

After arriving at Pingyuan, Huang Degong did not stop, but ran directly to Pinggu City. After entering the city, he immediately summoned Weng Zhiqi: "Weng Zhiqi, do you know why I took you into the mountains to see the terrain today?"

Weng Zhiqi shook his head, bewildered: "I am stupid, please tell me clearly, General."

"This time the enemy entered the pass, and the main battlefield was not in Miyun." Huang Degong's shocking words made Weng Zhiqi's eyes widen.

Weng Zhiqi calmed down and asked carefully, "Why do you say that, General?"

"There's news from Xuanfu that the enemy has 60,000 troops invading from Dushikou. The Longmen Guard surrendered before the battle and is now besieging Xuanfu. There are also enemies feinting at Shanhaiguan. So I guess there won't be too many enemies coming in from Qiangziling, maybe only 10,000 or 20,000, or at most 20,000 or 30,000."

"Miyun City is easy to defend but difficult to attack. If nothing major happens, the two armies will be deadlocked here. But if the enemy wants to break the deadlock, they will definitely look for another way. The mountain road north of Pinggu is one of their possible options."

Upon hearing this, Weng Zhiqi suddenly understood and nodded repeatedly in agreement.

Huang Degong felt a little impatient when he saw Weng Zhiqi's literary manner. He patted him on the shoulder and said, "Brother Weng, since you have already joined the army, why don't you stop quibbling over words all day long? Let's have a real fight now!"

"Yes! Yes! I obey your command!" Weng Zhiqi responded with a bow, his eyes flashing with determination.

Huang Degong pulled his hand back in disgust and shook it vigorously, while Weng Zhiqi laughed secretly at the side.

Huang Degong thought for a moment and then ordered, "I will leave you 3,000 soldiers. If the enemy comes south from the Beishan Road, you must stop them. Also prepare gunpowder and recruit some mountain people to help. You must hold this line of defense."

"I obey your command!" Weng Zhiqi blinked, with a hint of confidence in his smile.

After arranging everything, Huang Degong led his three hundred soldiers and rushed straight to Miyun City. For them, the eighty-mile journey was just a matter of moments.

As soon as he arrived outside Miyun City, he met a messenger. When the messenger saw Huang Degong, he breathed a sigh of relief, rode up to him, and reported: "General, the enemy's whereabouts have been exposed. They have set up camp on the west bank of Chaohe River, fifteen miles northeast of Miyun."

"Who leads the soldiers? How many people are there?" Huang Degong asked anxiously.

"Dorgon led the troops himself, with a total force of about 20,000. The White Banner had the most flags, about 6,000 to 7,000 men, followed by the Han and Mongolian Eight Banners, which added up to more than 10,000 men."

Dorgon...Zhengbai Banner...20,000 people!

These three pieces of news were like three heavy hammers that hit Huang Degong's heart hard, making him feel mixed emotions, not knowing whether to relax or get nervous. He thought Dorgon would attack Xuanfu, but he didn't expect to meet him here.

Although they had 40,000 men, which seemed to give them an advantage over 20,000 men, it was not easy. Especially when their opponent was a veteran like Dorgon, a slight mistake could lead to their disastrous defeat.

If he wins, Huang Degong will become famous all over the world; if he loses... no, Huang Degong can't afford to lose, and the Ming Dynasty can't afford to lose even more!
Huang Degong looked up at the sky. It was already late, and the moon had not yet risen. A streak of blood-red setting sun illuminated the earth. He pondered for a moment, then ordered: "Return to the city and call a meeting of the generals immediately!"

Under Miyun City, the atmosphere was so heavy that it seemed like water could drip out. Thick clouds piled up on the horizon, as if foreshadowing the coming storm. General Huang Degong stood in front of the city gate, his eyes like torches, scanning the generals in front of him, his brows furrowed, and he remained silent, but his heart was like a surging sea, thinking about countermeasures to deal with this sudden crisis.

"My lord general, look, Jian has only 20,000 soldiers and horses, but we have 37,000 elite soldiers. Why should we be afraid? Tomorrow morning, I will lead 10,000 cavalry to charge into battle, and I guarantee that they will lose their armor and flee in embarrassment!" Deputy General Nalan Jiben said with pride and confidence, as if victory was already in his hands.

As soon as these words were spoken, Deputy General Qiu Yue could not help but sneer, with a hint of sarcasm on his lips: "Huh, Deputy General Nalan is planning to fight two at once and be more brave than Wu Sangui's Guanning Iron Cavalry? It really makes people admire you!" There was a bit of disdain and mockery in his tone.

After hearing this, Nalan Jiben's face darkened slightly, as if something had happened. He explained, "What I mean is that we should use the 10,000 cavalry as the vanguard, and then the army behind us will follow up to support us, forming a pincer attack from the front and back."

"How can infantry win against cavalry? Look at the north of the city, it's a flat plain for dozens of miles, it's a godsend for Jiannu. If they win, they can't catch up, and if they lose, they can't escape." Lieutenant General Huang Fei sighed softly, his eyes showing some worry, and he expressed his concerns. He looked into the distance, at the vast plain, as if he had foreseen the upcoming fierce battle.

Although Huang Fei was telling the truth, everyone present looked at him with disdain, thinking that he was trying to boost others' morale and destroy his own prestige. At this moment when the enemy was at hand, such discouraging words were really inappropriate, like frost in the cold wind, making people feel nervous.

"General, Huang Fei is talking nonsense!" The generals accused Huang Fei one after another, with some dissatisfaction and anxiety in their voices. However, if you look closely, there is also a sense of protection hidden in the blame, as if they are using their own way to shield Huang Fei from the possible wind and rain.

Huang Degong was known for his bravery in the military, and he hated to hear such discouraging words. However, surprisingly, Huang Degong did not get angry, but gently stroked the wine pot on the table. The wine pot was simple and heavy, as if it carried his many years of military exploits and years. He slowly said: "Huang Fei's words are quite insightful. You can rush around to deal with bandits, but the Jiannu are different. They are as cunning as foxes and as brave as tigers."

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Huang Fei in surprise. He showed a hint of pride on his face. It was the relief of being understood and the confidence in his own opinion. He continued, "So I think we can't take the initiative to attack. We should set up a battle formation outside the city, hold the camp, and wait for the opportunity."

"If the Jiannu invade, we must defend ourselves to the death. With the support of artillery fire from the city walls, they will never be able to set foot in the Central Plains!" Huang Fei's words were firm, as if he had already seen the dawn of victory.

Huang Degong looked at Huang Fei's smug expression and sighed, his eyes showing both relief and worry: "You are still too young! How can you easily predict the changes on the battlefield?"

"Huh?" Huang Fei was stunned and looked at Huang Degong in confusion, his heart full of doubts.

"The Jiannu don't know that we have 40,000 troops. They will definitely try to feign surrender first to lure us out of the city and then annihilate us in one fell swoop." Huang Degong explained. His voice was low and powerful, as if every word contained the weight of a thousand pounds.

……

At the same time, in the north of Miyun City, Dorgon sat in the central army tent, drinking and chatting happily with Fan Wencheng and other generals. The flickering candlelight in the tent reflected the expressions on everyone's faces, some solemn, some excited, and some expectant. Ebilun of the Bordered Yellow Banner, Ajige of the Bordered White Banner, Shi Tingzhu, the leader of the Plain White Banner of the Eight Han Banners, and others sat in a circle, and the atmosphere was warm and tense.

Normally, Ajige should have followed Duoduo to Xuanfu, but Dorgon was afraid that he would cause trouble, so he took him with him, hoping to give him some credit and make him more restrained. Ajige sat beside Dorgon, his eyes flashing with eagerness, as if he couldn't wait to rush to the battlefield.

"Mr. Fan, do you have any good ideas for attacking the city tomorrow?" Dorgon raised his glass to toast Fan Wencheng, his tone full of respect and expectation.

Fan Wencheng smiled slightly, that smile was gentle and elegant, but it also revealed a bit of depth: "This time we enter the customs, we must proceed steadily, Prince Rui must not forget this. If we rush for quick success, we will only get into trouble."

"This..." Dorgon hesitated to speak. Although he was anxious, he knew that what Fan Wencheng said was true.

The seven thousand soldiers of the White Banner were all looking at him eagerly. How could they return empty-handed? Miyun City was right before their eyes. The prosperity and wealth of the city seemed to be within their reach. They all wanted to plunder it to their heart's content.

"I know you are anxious, but please be patient!" Fan Wencheng drank the wine in his cup, looked around and said, "We have two tasks in entering the pass: one is to contain the main force of the Ming army; the other is to harass the city, disrupt their deployment, and look for opportunities to attack Juyong Pass."

"But the premise is that 'stability' comes first! Seeking victory in a stable manner is the best strategy. We don't know the strength of Miyun City yet, so don't rush to attack the city tomorrow. How about waiting for the soldiers I sent out to come back?" Fan Wencheng's words were calm and wise, as if he had seen through everything.

Everyone looked at Dorgon in confusion, and Dorgon himself was also confused. He didn't know what Fan Wencheng was up to, but out of trust in Fan Wencheng, he decided to follow his advice.

Fan Wencheng borrowed 20 personal soldiers from Dorgon, saying that he had something important to do. Dorgon agreed without asking why. His trust in Fan Wencheng went beyond words.

"Fourteenth brother, when will your soldiers come back?" Ajige asked, his voice filled with anxiety and expectation. Ajige was Nurhaci's twelfth son, and Dorgon was his fourteenth son. Although they were not born to the same family, they treated each other as brothers and had a deep relationship.

"I don't know. You have to ask Mr. Fan." Dorgon replied, his eyes flashing with trust and admiration for Fan Wencheng.

Before he finished speaking, a personal soldier hurried into the tent and said, "Your Highness, we have returned to report as ordered by Mr. Fan." Then he saluted Fan Wencheng and other generals with a respectful and serious attitude.

"Tell me, where have you been?" Dorgon asked curiously, his heart full of doubts and expectations.

"Hehe!" The guard laughed twice before saying, "Mr. Fan ordered us to go to Miyun to capture a few civilians to inquire about the situation. But there are too few villages near Miyun, and the civilians ran away after we finally found a few villages. Fortunately, Mr. Fan asked us to go up the mountain to try our luck, and we actually caught three people."

"Oh?" Dorgon immediately understood Fan Wencheng's intention: "What did they say?" His voice was filled with anxiety and nervousness. "These three people are hunters from the mountains. They brought their prey to Miyun City to sell a few days ago. They said there are tens of thousands of Ming troops in the city, and the general leading them is called Huang Degong!" The words of the personal soldiers were filled with excitement and excitement, as if they were cheering for the upcoming victory.

Dorgon was shocked and broke out in a cold sweat after hearing this. Fortunately, Fan Wencheng was there, otherwise he would have attacked tomorrow. The most fearful thing for two armies in a war is to know nothing about the enemy, and Fan Wencheng's caution and wisdom undoubtedly saved them from a possible disaster.

Dorgon raised his glass to Fan Wencheng again: "Mr. Fan is really my think tank! I toast you!" There was a bit of respect and gratitude in his voice.

"Prince Rui, thank you for your compliment. I, Fan, am unworthy of it!" Fan Wencheng smiled and drank the wine in the glass. There was a bit of humility and indifference in his smile, as if he had transcended the worldly honor and disgrace and gains and losses.

Now that he knew the deployment of the Ming army, Dorgon felt relieved. He believed that with the help of Fan Wencheng, they would be able to win the battle.

After three rounds of drinks, Dorgon stood up and said loudly: "There is nothing to be afraid of Huang Degong! It was pure luck that he survived Zhang Xianzhong and Li Zicheng! Our Qing cavalry is invincible!" His voice was passionate, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

"Who is willing to fight tomorrow?" Dorgon glanced at everyone with a bit of anticipation and provocation.

"I!" Before Ajige could even open his mouth, Ebilun stepped forward. His voice was loud and firm, as if he couldn't wait to rush onto the battlefield to prove his bravery and loyalty.

"Good job!" Dorgon happily walked up to Ebilun and patted him on the shoulder. The strength seemed to convey his trust and expectations for Ebilun, and also seemed to cheer him up.

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The next morning, north of Miyun City, the sky was as blue as a mirror, and the sun shone on the ground, as if covering the land with a golden battle robe. Ebilun led a thousand cavalrymen to approach Miyun City with great fanfare, and stopped their horses when they were out of the range of the artillery to observe the movements in the city.

As they expected, the city was quiet and the gates were open. Ebilun looked around and found a big tree, so he sat on it to rest. His eyes were filled with a sense of leisure and confidence, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

Others followed suit and sat in the shade of the trees. Some of them were chatting and laughing, while others were resting their eyes, as if they didn't care about the upcoming battle. However, their tightly grasped reins and flashing eyes revealed their inner tension and anticipation.

Time passed by minute by minute, and no one came out of the city, and no one went in. Everything seemed so peaceful, like the calm before a storm.

When it was almost noon, Ebilun gave the order: "Prepare the pots and cook!" His voice was loud and firm, as if he couldn't wait to taste the victory.

Under everyone's eyes, Nalan Jiben led his troops out of the city gate in a mighty procession. The sun shone on his resolute face, reflecting an unquestionable determination. On both sides of the city gate, the soldiers guarding the city stood in awe, with both awe and uneasiness in their eyes, as if they could sense the coming storm.

"General, this is unacceptable!" Qiu Yue was so anxious that he kept jumping up and down, with beads of sweat on his forehead flashing in the sun, and he tried to dissuade him. There was a bit of anxiety in his voice, and he was obviously caught off guard by this sudden decision.

Huang Fei also echoed: "Yes, General, we only have more than 2,000 cavalrymen. Whether we can win or not, the loss is too great and it is not worth it!" He made sense, and there was some worry in his eyes. Even if the cavalrymen under Huang Degong were all very brave and could defeat those Jiannu cavalrymen, the cost of war was always heavy. After all, the number of Jiannu cavalrymen was five or six times theirs, or even seven or eight times. This was a force that could not be ignored.

Huang Degong was holding a telescope in his hand, his face as gloomy as the bottom of a pot. He shook his head and sighed, "From the perspective of military strategy, morale is the most important thing when two armies are fighting. If we shrink back before the battle even starts, our morale will be reduced by 30%. How can we fight this battle?" His voice was low and powerful, revealing an unquestionable majesty.

"Besides..." Huang Degong turned around and looked at everyone with a look of firmness and determination. "The Jiannu don't know our details, and we don't know their tricks. When we fought in Liaodong before, we would send a team to find out the other side's details before each fight. This is the rule."

"As for the 500 infantrymen, I will make my own arrangements." His tone was filled with unquestionable confidence, as if everything was under his control.

After that, everyone stared at them, and saw a thousand cavalrymen and five hundred infantrymen just leaving the city. The cavalrymen were all elite soldiers of the Yongwei Battalion, wearing brand new cotton armor that shone coldly in the sun, wearing shiny helmets, and walking slowly with their horses, getting closer and closer to the Eight Banners Cavalry. Their steps were steady, and every step revealed a well-trained aura.

These horses were short of food and grass, and although they had recently received some supplies, their speed and endurance were still not as good as those of the Eight Banners' horses, so they walked slowly to conserve their energy. White mist was emitted from their nostrils, and they looked nervous and excited.

The five hundred infantrymen walked side by side with the cavalry, and stopped a mile away from the city and began to form a battle array. Without chevaux de frise or chariots, they formed a battle array with a human wall. The infantrymen's faces were full of determination, they knew that this battle was not only for victory, but also to prove their own worth.

The infantrymen stood in three rows, ready to fight the enemy with a three-stage attack. Their eyes revealed a calmness and determination, as if they were ready to face all challenges.

After walking forward a few dozen steps, Nalan Jiben loudly ordered: "The entire army mounts!" His voice resounded through the sky, carrying an irresistible force.

The cavalry mounted their horses one after another, and Nalan Jiben picked up the telescope to observe the Eight Banners cavalry, first counting the number of people and then looking at their equipment. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, not missing any details.

Different equipment means different tactics. There are two types of cavalry: light and heavy. Light cavalry may wear cotton armor or dark armor, and some war horses may be unarmored or half-armored. If they carry firearms, they are not traditional cavalry, but firearms cavalry. They use bird guns to shoot at a distance, and use bows and horses at close range, and then fight hand-to-hand. There are also those who use three-barreled guns, which are fired at close range and then used as sticks. Nalan Jiben was silently calculating in his heart, and every detail could be the key to determining victory or defeat.

If there are no firearms, then use traditional tactics, either hedge or chase. Jiannu's cavalry tactics are between the Mongolian cavalry and our border troops, with both traditional and firearms.

After seeing the equipment of the Eight Banners soldiers, Nalan Jiben felt a little relieved. They were wearing cotton armor, their horses were wearing half armor, and no firearms were seen. This meant that the contest between the two armies mainly depended on combat power and tactics.

When Nalan Jiben observed Ebilun, Ebilun was also secretly watching him. The armor of the Ming cavalry was shining, gleaming in the sun, with a bow hanging on the left and a quiver and saber hanging on the right. Although the horses were not armored, the fighting power of the cavalry was extraordinary. Their eyes revealed an unyielding fighting spirit, as if they were ready to charge at any time.

To be able to fight against such an opponent, one must be no ordinary person. A desire to fight surged in Ebilun's heart. He jumped on his horse and shouted loudly: "Get on the horse and fight! We will definitely win this battle!" His voice was passionate and firm, as if he had foreseen the arrival of victory.

"Must win!"

"Must win!"

The Eight Banners soldiers held their chests high and shouted loudly. Their voices resounded through the sky, revealing a desire and confidence for victory. Since Lin Xiaofeng broke through the pass in the second year, the Eight Banners soldiers have rarely suffered defeat, and the occasional defeat was at the hands of the Guanning Army. As for the soldiers in the interior of the Ming Dynasty, especially the cavalry, they were often unable to match the Eight Banners cavalry.

Although they encountered Huang Degong and his Yongwei Battalion today, the Yongwei Battalion was not the Guanning Army after all. The Guanning Army couldn't stop the Eight Banners Army, let alone the Yongwei Battalion? So they were full of confidence and felt that they would win the battle today.

More than a thousand soldiers of the Eight Banners of the Zhenghuang Banner slowly rode their horses to gather towards the Ming army. Their formation was neat and uniform, revealing a well-trained atmosphere. Nalan Jiben held the bow in his left hand and the quiver in his right hand, and loudly encouraged the soldiers: "Today we have encountered the enemy, so we must show some prestige!" His voice was passionate and powerful, as if it could inspire the fighting spirit in the soldiers.

"Load the arrows on the bowstring from fifty steps away, and draw the swords to fight within twenty steps!" There was an unquestionable majesty in his words, as if every word contained power.

"This battle is our chance to establish our authority!" His eyes swept across the soldiers, revealing a firm determination.

"The Ming army is mighty!" Although the generals had doubts in their hearts, they had to remain calm in the face of a powerful enemy and responded in unison: "The Ming army is mighty! The Ming army is mighty!" Their voices resounded through the sky, revealing a desire and confidence for victory.

Small-scale cavalry battles often rely on momentum to overwhelm the opponent. When the two armies are about to clash, they either rotate in the same direction or move in opposite directions, forming a parallel trend, with a distance of only a dozen steps or five or six steps. The cavalrymen draw their bows and arrows and shoot freely. Because they are protected by armor, even if they are hit by arrows, it is not fatal, so everyone tries to shoot the opponent's face. This is a tactic that Nalan Jiben came up with overnight. He knew that the cavalry archery was not as good as the Eight Banners soldiers, so he took a different approach.

Both armies were engaged in battle, but they faced different opponents. Jiannu faced strong enemies like Guanning Army, while Yongwei Battalion often faced opponents like Zhang Xianzhong. As the saying goes, "Playing chess with a bad chess player makes you worse and worse." The same is true in war. Guanning Army is good at horse riding and archery tactics, while Yongwei Battalion can also accumulate experience, but its horse riding and archery skills are limited, but its close combat skills have greatly improved. So Nalan Jiben decided on this strategy.

The rumbling sound resounded through the sky, and the shock of the cavalry stepping on the ground was terrifying. When the two armies were a hundred steps apart, they stopped their horses at the same time, and then accelerated the charge under the command of the commander. Dorgon and Huang Degong each held a telescope and stared at the battlefield, their eyes revealing a kind of tension and expectation. The two sides have not yet officially fought, so it is difficult to judge their strength. Cavalry is the king of field battles, so this battle is mainly to test the opponent's strength and tactics.

Test the combat power, test the tactics, and finally test the overall strength. Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win every battle. Both armies want to find out the details of the other side with the least casualties, so they both sent out elite troops. At this time, no one can show weakness, once they show weakness, their morale will be damaged; they all want to win the first battle; and cavalry is precious, and losing one will be painful.

Boom, boom, whoosh—at a distance of fifty steps, the Ming cavalry divided into two horizontal lines, drew their bows and shot arrows, which streaked through the sky and landed on the route of the Eight Banners cavalry in advance. The Eight Banners soldiers' formation was different from that of the Ming army. They lined up in a long snake formation and pushed forward. Facing the arrows, most soldiers stretched out their left arms to cover their faces. Arrows fifty steps away could hardly penetrate armor unless they hit the face directly. A few Eight Banners soldiers gently tightened the reins to slow down to avoid the predicted path of the arrows. Their eyes revealed a calmness and determination, as if they were ready to face all challenges.

"Boom, boom, boom!" The ground seemed to be shaking, and the sound of horse hooves was like thunder rolling across the sky, loud and pleasant, but also carrying a murderous aura that should not be underestimated. The sky was gray, and the clouds were low, as if they would pour down at any time, interweaving with the deafening war drums and the sound of horse hooves, creating a depressing and tense atmosphere.

The Ming army's arrows were like dense raindrops, shooting at the enemy continuously, drawing graceful arcs in the air, flashing cold light. Except for a few Eight Banner warriors who unfortunately fell off their horses, most of them stayed on their horses, their eyes were firm, like fearless gods of war, letting the rain of arrows whiz around them.

The distance between the two armies was shortened rapidly, and in a blink of an eye, only forty steps were left! The Jiannu's rain of arrows also attacked fiercely. Their arrows were not thrown high, but shot flat on the ground. Each arrow was like a cone that could break armor. The angle was very low, and even if it didn't hit a person, it would hurt the horse. The horses ran more frantically because of the pain, breathing heavily from their nostrils, and their eyes flashed with crazy fire, but they were also more likely to lose control, and many knights were thrown off their horses.

After the first round of arrow rain, the Eight Banners soldiers quickly replaced their arrows with new ones. Their movements were skillful and fast, as if they had practiced thousands of times. They pulled the bowstrings to their full length and prepared to shoot. The bowstrings were pulled tight, as if they would break at any time, releasing amazing power.

In a cavalry duel, forty steps is the best distance for the first exchange of fire. Because the two armies are charging towards each other, after one arrow, the distance is only more than twenty steps. It takes about two or three breaths to change arrows and draw the bow, and in this short time, the two armies are ten steps closer. At this moment, the Eight Banners soldiers face two choices: either shoot arrows quickly to disrupt the opponent's formation, or aim carefully and shoot at the enemy's vital points within five steps.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!" The sound of arrows piercing the air was heard one after another, like the music of death echoing in the air. Knights from both sides were hit by arrows one after another, some hit their shoulders, some hit their thighs, and some were even hit in the heart. However, due to the limited power of the horse bows and the knights wearing armor (the thickness of the armor varied), there were not many seriously injured, and most of them were only slightly injured. Their armor flashed a cold light in the sun, as if it was the guardian of their lives.

In a blink of an eye, the two armies were already thirty steps apart! The Ming army launched another rain of arrows, shooting straight at Jiannu. The arrows were like a dense swarm of bees, rushing towards the enemy with the breath of death. Deputy General Nalan Jiben looked around and saw that only the soldier carrying the flag had a few arrows stuck in his body, and the others were safe and sound. The soldier carrying the flag was burly and had a resolute face. He held the flag high, as if he was an unbreakable wall. It turned out that the soldier carrying the flag was also wearing concealed armor, so he was able to escape.

After the Ming soldiers finished shooting, they put away their bows and arrows and held the handles of their sabers tightly in their right hands. This subtle movement was seen by Ebilun, who was holding a bow and arrow, aiming at the Ming soldiers next to the flag bearer. His eyes were cold and firm, like a hungry cheetah ready to pounce on its prey.

The Ming army was preparing for a hand-to-hand fight! Ebilun quickly shot an arrow, which cut through the air like lightning and shot straight into the chest of the Ming army. Then he waved his hand to signal the flag bearers on the left and right to separate, trying to open a gap in the formation and let the Ming army rush in, thus disrupting their hand-to-hand combat plan. His strategy was like a carefully laid net, waiting for the Ming army to fall into it.

However, the distance of twenty steps was fleeting! The Ming soldiers almost simultaneously drew their swords and rushed forward on horseback. They raised the reins high in their left hands and protected their faces with their elbows, because arrows at close range can often be fatal. Their eyes were full of determination and firmness, like fearless warriors ready to face the upcoming battle.

"Kill!" The roar of the flag bearer resounded through the sky! His voice was like thunder, shocking the hearts of the people and inspiring the morale of the Ming army. Ebilun originally wanted to open a gap to lure the enemy deep into the territory, and then reorganize the formation to counterattack. But the speed of the horse was too fast, and the two armies had already clashed in the blink of an eye.

The battlefield was covered in dust, and the horses were neighing and galloping. The sound of their hooves and the shouts of the knights intertwined to form a heroic war song. Many horses looked for gaps to break out of the encirclement, but a few horses with nowhere to go stopped suddenly, causing the knights to fall to the ground. They fell to the ground, buried in the dust and chaos. Some struggled to get up and continue fighting, while others fell forever on the battlefield.

The Ming army was divided into two teams. The front team rushed to disrupt the enemy's formation and won by speed; the back team was a little slower and was responsible for finishing off the front team. They cooperated tacitly and quickly, like a sophisticated machine, exerting the greatest power on the battlefield. In this charge, the Jiannu lost 20 to 30 knights, and 40 to 50 were injured. Their blood dyed the land red, making the battlefield even more tragic and tragic.

The soldiers of the Eight Banners hastily fired back arrows, held their bows to defend against the enemy, and drew their swords to fight. Although their movements were hurried, they were orderly, as if they had been trained thousands of times. As a brave general of the Bordered Yellow Banner, Ebilun had seen many such grand scenes. After shooting arrows, he drew his sword and raised it high. The soldiers of the Eight Banners followed suit and followed him to charge into battle. Their morale was high and firm, like a fearless god of war, ready to meet the upcoming battle.

"Kill!" The roar was almost drowned out by the roar of horses' hooves. The two armies met in close combat and launched a fierce hand-to-hand fight. The battle between cavalrymen was not to stand there and hack at each other, but to fight while riding horses. Their swords and shadows intertwined in the air, like a magnificent painting. Only when the battle reached a fever pitch or anger reached its peak, the formation would become chaotic. Ebilun wanted to disrupt the enemy's formation and fight with the Ming army in order to lure the Manchu and Mongolian cavalry army to encircle and annihilate them in time. His strategy was like a carefully laid net, waiting for the Ming army to fall into it.

Nalan Jiben knew this very well. He drove his horse forward at a steady speed, leading the way by swinging his sword left and right. His movements were skillful and swift, like a hungry cheetah looking for its prey on the battlefield. Both armies lined up in a column, with the Eight Banners soldiers running wildly in front and the Ming army chasing closely behind. The sound of their horses' hooves and shouts intertwined to form a heroic war song.

Suddenly, the flag bearers of the Eight Banners turned right in a big circle and directly penetrated the middle of the Ming army. This is the essence of the cavalry's eight-character tactics. Their movements were swift and accurate, like a nimble cheetah, looking for its prey on the battlefield. The knights in the middle of the Ming army did not panic. A lieutenant general led the second half of the team to turn around and rush straight towards the flag bearers. Their cooperation was tacit and fast, like a sophisticated machine, exerting the greatest power on the battlefield.

With the cooperation of fast horses and light swords, the cotton armor of the Ming army seemed to become thin paper, which was torn by a scratch and injured by a stab. Their swords and shadows intertwined in the air, like a magnificent painting. The smell of blood and death filled the air, making the battlefield even more tragic and tragic. "Go to hell, dog Tartar!" A Ming soldier raised his sword and chopped a Jiannu off his horse, blood splattering. His eyes were full of determination and firmness, like a fearless warrior, ready to face the upcoming battle.

The Jiannu fell off his horse and was trampled into a pulp. Not long after, the Ming soldier was also stabbed to death by a saber from the side. His body fell to the ground, buried in dust and chaos, and left the battlefield forever. "He who kills will be killed!" The Jiannu soldiers muttered to themselves, not knowing where this sentence came from. Their eyes were full of confusion and helplessness, as if they were just insignificant existences on this battlefield.

"Bang!" The bowstring sounded again, and an arrow pierced through the crowd and hit the right eye of an Eight Banners soldier. The arrow went through his brain and got nailed on his helmet. His eyes were full of fear and despair, as if at this moment, he saw the end of his life. "I'll fight you!" An Eight Banners soldier roared and rushed towards the Ming army, with crazy fire flashing in his eyes, like a hungry cheetah ready to pounce on its prey.

"I'm your father!" The two armies chased and fought in the wilderness, and knights fell from their horses from time to time. Some were rescued and continued to fight; some were shot to death; and some were trampled to death; the entire battlefield was bloody and horrible. The number of casualties increased rapidly! This battlefield seemed to have turned into a Shura field, with blood and the smell of death everywhere.

The knights who fell off their horses did not give up the fight. They fought on foot while looking for horses. Their eyes were full of determination and firmness, like fearless warriors who would continue to fight even if they fell to the ground. The sound of iron hooves, the sound of metal clashing, the sound of horses neighing, people roaring, and screaming and shouting intertwined, making the entire battlefield chaotic. On this chaotic battlefield, every life seemed so small and powerless.

At this moment, Nalan Jiben suddenly saw a cavalry of more than a thousand people galloping in the distance. The sound of their hooves was like thunder, as if carrying the power of destruction. The flag bearers carried three flags on their backs. The flags were white with black dragon patterns painted on them - these were the flags of the White Banner! Their arrival seemed to bring new hope to this battlefield.

"Retreat!" Nalan Jiben quickly galloped to the side of the flag bearer and patted him on the shoulder. His eyes were full of determination and firmness, as if at this moment, he had made all the decisions. The flag bearer understood and pulled the reins to his left, retreating towards Miyun County. His movements were swift and accurate, like a nimble cheetah, looking for a way out on the battlefield. Seeing this, the other knights also stopped fighting and followed him in retreat. Their retreat was swift and orderly, like a sophisticated machine, exerting its greatest power on the battlefield.

Seeing the Ming army fleeing, Ebilun sneered. He put down his saber and raised his bow and arrow: "Chase!" His voice shook people's hearts like thunder, inspiring the morale of the Eight Banners soldiers. They waved their weapons and followed Ebilun in pursuit, with crazy fire flashing in their eyes, like a (End of this chapter)