Under the night outside Hanyang City, the Goryeo military camp was pitch black, and the howling sound of wind and snow added a hint of fear to the darker background.

Oboi, wearing white armor, was integrated with the snow. He was immediately followed by the new white armored soldier Sikteng, who was forced in by Dorgon not long ago. Oboi was initially worried about the Oroqen recruit who had just joined the Bayala camp. Later, he found that this man was bold, careful, extremely powerful, and accurate in archery skills. He gradually became interested in him, so he focused on cultivating him and trained him into an elite Manchu soldier.

Sikteng touched his waist, the short knife, javelin, bow, arrow, and rope were all in the position they should be. He was a little excited. This was the first time Sikteng went to the battlefield, and it was even the first time he was preparing to kill people. He had seen blood before, but it was just the blood of animals.

Obai hugged his waist and walked quickly through the snow, and quickly arrived at the gate of the Korean army camp. Two Korean soldiers at the gate were sitting on the ground with spears and dozing off. With the help of the reflection of the snow, Obai saw a Korean soldier sitting on the tower in the camp, lowering his head, and probably fell asleep.

"You must not miss the opportunity!" Obai took out the longbow, turned his head and gestured to Sikten.

Sikteng pulled out the javelin from his waist, followed behind Oboi, and touched the Korean army camp. When there were only more than ten steps left from the Goryeo people, Sikteng raised his long arm and a javelin flew out with the whistling wind. The Goryeo soldier who was sitting on the ground with a long spear was shocked all over. The severe pain woke him up from his sleep. He found a short javelin stuck in his throat. He was so painful that he wanted to shout, but he couldn't scream. After struggling for a few times, he fell into the snow.

Oboi loosened his fingers and a sharp arrow shot out. The Goryeo soldiers on the tower didn't even snort, and a long arrow was pierced on his throat and fell on the tower.

Like a cat, Sikteng rushed to another Korean soldier silently. Before the man rushed to the front, the short sword at his waist was sheathed like lightning. The sword flashed, and the Korean soldier's head rolled on the snow. Under the powerful force of the heart, blood sprayed out from his chest, making Sikteng's white armor turn red.

"The first time killing someone, it turned out to be this feeling, and human blood still had a trace of saltiness." Sikteng stuck out his tongue and licked the blood that was splattering on his face.

"Work!" Oboi turned his head and gestured to let Sikteng work.

The two took out the rope from their waists and threw it to the village gate. The rope was hung on the gate of the camp gate. Then the two retreated. White-armored soldiers came on horseback. Oboi and Xiketeng hung the rope on the horse.

More than a dozen white-armored soldiers rode horses and pulled the rope backwards. The village gate was pulled to the ground with a loud bang. At the same time, Obai shot two feather arrows in succession, and the rope tied to the suspension bridge was broken, and the suspension bridge fell with a bang.

Mattafort shouted, "Light all the torches, rush in and set fire!"

Torches were lit, and each white-armored soldier was holding a torch in his hand, ready to rush into the camp.

In the Korean barracks, there were Goryeo soldiers who had woken up, but in such cold weather, even the awakened Goryeo people were unwilling to leave the warm bed. They just heard a sound outside, and no one believed that it was the Qing army who fought, because according to the spy, the Qing army had only crossed the Yalu River three days ago. Hanyang was more than 600 miles away from the Yalu River. No matter how fast the Qing army was, it was impossible for them to come here in three days. Can the pass cities along the way be decorated?

"Kill!" Obai turned over and waved his tiger-toothed sword and pointed at the Korean military camp where the door was opened.

Three hundred white-armored soldiers rushed into the Korean barracks like a whirlwind, and torches flew out like raindrops, landed on the Korean tents, and soon ignited a raging fire.

Oboi took the lead, rode a rifle in his hand and picked up a tent that had not caught fire. Then he rode his horse and trampled directly over the four Gorye soldiers exposed to his vision. The four Gorye soldiers had just woken up from their sleep. Before they could get out of their bed, they were trampled into a pile of rotten meat by the horse's hooves.

Sikteng followed Oboi closely. His riding skills were not good, but he was better at stairs. He held a bow and arrow. The hunting bow he used when he was in his hometown had been replaced with a pair of clear bows. Wherever the longbow pointed, the Korean soldiers who were rushing out of the tent were shot one by one.

There were also a hundred white-armored soldiers fighting on foot and acting as archers. Sikteng led the archers into the Korean camp. With the help of the firelight, he found a Korean soldier rushing to the burning tent, igniting the fuse with flames, then picked up a bird gun, aiming at a white-armored cavalry, preparing to pull the trigger. Sikteng shot a sharp arrow first. The Korean soldier screamed, stabbed a long arrow in his chest, fell backwards, and the bird gun fell on the snow.

The sound of horse hooves was like thunder. They were pressing forward in black and formed a neat thunderous sound. Where two hundred white-armored cavalry passed, the horse hooves rolled up snowflakes flying all over the sky, and the war horses galloped past the tent that caught fire. The Goryeo soldiers who rushed out of the tent were cut across the neck by the white-armored Qing army soldiers. The heads rolled down on the snow, and the splashed blood dyed the white snow into blood. The white-armored soldiers directly hit the tent that had not been lit, collapsing the tent, and knocked away the Goryeo who rushed out, and the horse hooves trampled past them.

In front of Oboi, more than a dozen Goryeo soldiers were running wide. Oboi rode his horse and chased him. The war horse hit a Goryeo soldier. The tiger-toothed sword in his hand flew up and down, and his head rolled on the snow one by one. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen Goryeo soldiers were all killed by Oboi.

Sikteng followed closely behind the cavalry with white-armored soldiers who were fighting on foot. At this time, they had given up their bows and arrows. Sikteng carried the longbow on his back, drew his sword, and killed the soldiers who could escape the Qing cavalry attacking the Goryeo.

A Korean soldier was facing a long spear and attacked against him. This Korean soldier was quite bold and stabbed Sikteng and the others with his long spear.

"Die!" Sikteng roared and slashed away with one knife. The knife and the gun collided. The Goryeo soldier was so shocked that his arms were numb, and the spear could hardly hold it. Sikteng took advantage of the opportunity to grab the gun and pulled it, and then slashed the Goryeo's head away with one knife.

A Korean soldier lit the fuse, picked up the bird gun, and hurriedly fired a gun at Oboi, who was galloping on his horse, but the distance was too far. The bullet hit the snow and splashed a splatter of snowflakes. Oboi heard the sound of the gun, turned his horse's head and galloped away.

The Goryeo soldier hurriedly dropped the bird gun and turned around and ran, but was chased by Oboi from behind. A javelin flew out with the help of horsepower and hit the Goryeo soldier's back heart. A scream was heard. The Goryeo soldier soared into the air and was hit by the javelin. The back heart protection mirror was shattered. When the Goryeo soldier landed on the snow again, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The Korean military camp was already in chaos. Although there were more than 40,000 people here and there were only 300 Qing troops attacking, few Goryeo people could organize a counterattack. Everyone was running desperately. The only thing they had to do was to run faster than their companions. In the snow, snowflakes filled the Goryeo soldiers spread their legs and ran wildly. There was a fog rising from behind. Some Goryeo people were caught up by their companions and landed behind. They simply crawled on the snow, using their hands and feet, and running desperately.

Oboi had cut off more than 70 Koryo people's heads in succession, and even used war horses to kill at least fifty Koryo soldiers. He chased after one Koryo soldiers. Seeing that he could not escape, the Koryo soldiers quickly knelt on the ground and surrendered to the Qing army.

"Die!" Obai was not ruthless because of the surrender of the Goryeo. He rode his horse and crushed the Goryeo soldier kneeling on the ground. The war horse raised its hooves and kicked it in the face of the Goryeo. The Goryeo man's head was broken and fell on the snow, and was stepped into the snow by the horse's hooves.

Sikteng held the snatched spear and overturned more than 30 Korean soldiers.

The defeated Goryeo soldiers ran desperately, and those who could not escape were killed by the white-armored cavalry. Some smart people ran to both sides and avoided the white-armored cavalry to rush forward were all killed by Sikteng and the white-armored soldiers who were hiking.

There were more than a dozen trembling Goryeo soldiers kneeling in front of Sikteng. He had killed many people. Seeing those Goryeo people, they stepped forward with long spears and prepared to stab the Goryeo people to death one by one.
Chapter completed!