It was dark, and all the Mongolian Eight Banners cavalry who had crossed the river set up camp on the south bank of the Yellow River. Although the Mongolian Eight Banners cavalry were also Mongolians, they fought more battles with the Jurchens. The camp was basically based on the Jurchens' set up camps. However, it can only be said that it was basically because their camps were far less complicated than those arranged by the Jurchens. The village walls of the camps were not made of double-layer wooden fences, but a single-layer wooden fence. There were not so many sentry towers and arrow towers. There were only two camp gates, and two sentry towers were set up in each of the two camp gates.

The Eight Banners of Mongolia sent troops without bringing clothes, and they had to do anything like setting up camps and camps by themselves.

"Prince, it's too time-consuming to set up camp like this? We still have to use war horses and camels to transport wood. I think it was not that complicated when our Mongolian army was expeditioning the Western Regions? At that time, when our Mongolian army was tired, we surrounded the war horses outside, and there was a barracks in the middle." Zhuoliktu said as he looked at the busy Mongolian soldiers.

"It's different from the past. Can our current strength be compared with the Mongol Empire back then? The Mongolian army camped casually, and the war horses were on the periphery, and a few Qixue troops were placed. Who would dare to attack at night? If we still have this strength now, would we still have to surrender to the Jurchens?" Man Zhu Xili snorted coldly.

The Korqin people were buried deep in their hearts and some memories were unwilling to recall. They defected to the Jurchens, but they did not voluntarily surrendered from the beginning. When the old slave raised an army with thirteen armor, the Yehe tribe and the Modong Mongolian were threatened by the Haixi Jurchens. They joined forces to fight against the Haixi Jurchens. Who knew that they had suffered a crushing defeat, and there were no few dead people in the Korqin tribe. Later, the old slave proposed marriage, and the Korqin people who were afraid of being beaten had to surrender to the Haixi Jurchens. This was a completely forced matter.

It was late at night, and bonfires were lit in the Qing army camp, and the scouts and whistle cavalry also retreated to move within 200 steps.

Xu Qingliang and others who were ambushing in the snow came out of the snow one after another. Xu Qingliang called Tiehai: "Tiehai, go to General Han to report the news quickly!"

"promise!"

The hammer stepped on the snowboard and walked like the wind on the snow. He rushed to the Xinqinzhong grassland where the Chahar people grazed and spent the winter.

Xu Qingliang and others were active at night, gathering all the night-delayed ambushed on the banks of the Yellow River nearby in other places, continuing to monitor the movements of the Qing army, and also preparing to hunt down the Qing army's scouts and cavalry. After dawn, there will be a scouts and cavalry battle.

"Sir, why don't we attack the Tartar camp at night? These Korchin Tartars are much worse than Jiannu." One Ye Busuo asked.

Xu Qingliang shook his head: "Their guardianship at night is not much worse than that of real slaves, and we are too few people. If we steal camp at night, it may not only be effective, but also lose our brothers in vain. We cannot do things that are not worth the loss."

At present, the 100 people in Xu Qingliang are not allowed to take over at night. In addition to the 200 elite cavalry on Han Dashan, the Ming army can only draw hands to deal with the Eight Monarchs of the Mongolian Banners. If these 300 cavalry bear the 300 eight Mongolian Banners, there is no chance of winning. Therefore, the 300 elite cavalry can only have a chance to win with the cooperation of the Chahar cavalry.

After dawn the next day, the Qing army of the Eight Banners finally discovered that the Ming army was moving nearby was not reincarnated at night, so a strange scout and cavalry battle began.

The Ming army did not stop whistle at night and did not ride horses, but only had two snowboards under their feet, but their movement speed was faster than that of the Mongolian cavalry.

"How could the Ming Dog run so fast without riding a horse?" The scout cavalry of the Manchu Eight Banners was stunned for a moment when they saw the Ming army galloping like flying on the snow.

The two sides were far apart, and the Qing army had no telescopes, so they couldn't see what the Ming army was doing. They could only see the Ming army running like flying on the snow at night, leaving behind snow fog.

"No matter what evil these Ming dogs are, we will chase them and kill them all!" said the Meng Baqi Niu Luezhen.

Mongolian cavalry rode their horses and galloped on the snow, and the horse's hooves raised waves of blood, like rolling snow waves pushing forward towards the Ming army at night.

Xu Qingliang stepped on the snowboard, held the ski pole tightly in both hands, and quickly supported the snow. The snowboard left two shallow marks on the snow, rushing towards the distance like a flying. The Mongolian cavalry behind chased after him.

"Let's go up the slope!" Xu Qingliang pointed to a raised slope.

More than a hundred Ming soldiers did not hold up their ski poles at night and rushed to the top of the slope.

Mongolian cavalry chased after him, and Xu Qingliang used a ski pole to sign language: "Take out the crossbow arrow and slide down the slope!"

Ye Bugu took the ski poles on his back, took off the crossbow, stepped on the skis with both feet, and slid down the slope.

"Catch up and kill all the southern barbarians!" The Mongols of Korqin shouted, chasing them reluctantly. Many Mongols had taken out their bows and were about to get close to them and fired arrows.

Sliding down the slope, no ski poles were needed in his hands. Ye Bugusu just freed up his hands, holding a crossbow machine, turned around and shot arrows backwards.

Xu Qingliang turned around and aimed at a Mongolian cavalry chasing the first one. He gently pressed down his hanging knife with his fingers. He heard a sound of a bowstring and a crossbow arrow roaring out. The Mongolian cavalry chasing fifty steps behind him just hit the crossbow arrow. The powerful crossbow arrow shot through the thin cotton armor of the Mongolians. The arrow pierced from the front, and the bloody arrow pierced out from behind. The Mongolian cavalry screamed and fell from the horse's back.

Ye Bushu shot out crossbow arrows one after another, and the arrows were shot without any slightest. Every sound of the trembling bowstring sounded, a Mongolian cavalry was caught.

After Xu Qingliang shot out the arrow, he immediately pulled the bowstring and raised the arrow again on the crossbow machine. This kind of powerful crossbow originally had to be pedaled, but for these elite Ye Wudou, he didn't need to use pedaled, and he could use arm strength to pull the bowstring and reload the arrow.

The skis had already rushed downhill, and there was another uphill in front. Ye Bubu, regardless of whether the crossbow machine had been loaded, they put the crossbow machine back on their backs, took off the ski pole from their backs, and continued to rush up to the top of the slope with the ski pole.

After a while, he slid down from the slope again. After Yebushing, he fired crossbow arrows behind him, and another row of Mongolian cavalry fell off his horse.

The Mongolians chased each other, but they sadly discovered that they could not catch up with their opponents! The opponent turned around and shot arrows from time to time, which would always cause heavy losses to their side. The Mongolian cavalry chased through three slopes in a row. Every time they went downhill, they were shot and turned over.

Seeing that the number of opponents was getting smaller and smaller, Xu Qingliang knew that if he could not wipe out the enemy and keep running like this, they would sooner or later exhaust their energy. So after they climbed a slope again, Xu Qingliang stopped sliding and turned around. All the nights were not retracted, and they put away the crossbow machine and prepared to charge the Mongols.

"Those Ming dogs and barbarians stopped." The Mongolian scout whistle chasing down the slope pointed at the Ming army that was not moving on the top of the slope.

Mongolian Niu Luezhen said: "The barbarians have been running for so long. We are riding horses. They are almost exhausted, right? Let's chase them and kill them all!"

"Switch horses and prepare to rush!"

The Mongolian scout whistle riding horses in front jumped from the riding horses to the stand-alone horses, and they drew out scimitars, while the ones behind them still held a riding bow.

Seeing the Mongolians changing horses flexibly, Xu Qingliang sighed in his heart that the climax of the Mongolian scout whistle riding technique was that they did not need to dismount and could jump directly from the horse's back to the horse's back. Such riding technique was indeed the Mongolians' specialty.

"Kill!" The Mongolian who had finished changing the horse roared, drove the war horses and rushed up the hillside.

Xu Qingliang and the others took out the crossbow machine and shot an arrow at the rushing Mongolian cavalry. With the sound of the trembling bowstrings, dozens of Mongolian scouts fell off their horses.

Ye Busuo took the crossbow arrows that had been shot into the snow, and rushed down the hillside with a ski pole.
Chapter completed!