The Zhangshui River Valley is like a cushion with open openings, waiting for the Qing army to fall into the trap.

At this time, the vanguard of the Qing army, Haraltai, knew nothing about this.

He didn't even hesitate when he rushed to the valley entrance.

A thousand Qing cavalry rushed into the river valley one after another, slashing and slashing as if they were entering a no-man's land.

But they were soon attacked by the head after showing off their power.

Many Ming soldiers suddenly appeared on the dwarf fields on both sides of the river valley. They bent their bows and arrows to shoot arrows quickly, covering from top to bottom so that there was no blind spots. The vanguard army led by Harertai had no way to escape.

Damn it, I was ambushed!

It was not until this time that Haraltai realized what was going on, but unfortunately it was too late.

A rain of arrows poured down, and dozens of cavalry were shot and dismounted. The rider's mount was neighing and turned around in circles uneasily.

"Retreat, withdraw quickly!"

Haraltai made the only right decision at this time.

But it is not easy for a large number of cavalry to turn around in the narrow valley, especially when the army is panicking.

It took a long time to command the cavalry to complete this task. By the time they ran towards the valley entrance, they had lost more than a hundred cavalry.

The Nandog who was killed these days dare not show up in a dignified duel, and only do these tricks!

Harreltae was already in anger at this moment. The feeling of slamming a punch but hitting the cotton was really not very good.

However, getting closer to the valley entrance, Haraltai has seen hope.

When he goes out, he must find an opportunity to tear these southern dogs into pieces.

But just as the cavalry was about to rush to the entrance of the valley, a raging fire suddenly ignited.

The flames formed a wall that stretched across the street in front of Haraltai, blocking their way.

Obviously, the Ming army made arrangements at the entrance of the valley before Harertai led the cavalry into the valley. When all the Qing troops entered the valley, they tightened the gap.

And the rope that tightens the opening is a fire.

Just the right fire!

Harrelta wanted to rush out forcibly, but the fire was too big. No matter how he whipped the animal under his crotch, he refused to take another step forward.

A sense of sadness arose in Haraltai's heart.

Is he going to be buried here today?

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The flames were beating, ruthlessly devouring everything.

Lukedehun's nails tightly pinched into the flesh, and a blood mark was made.

He watched helplessly as the thousand vanguard cavalry led by Haraltai were ambushed, but could not do anything.

These are a thousand elite cavalry, and because of all the mistakes made by Luke Dehun's decision, he felt like a knife was broken.

Lukedehun didn't know how he should explain to the Regent Dorgon, he was really useless.

"Master Beile, the wise thief is cunning, so it is not advisable to stay here for more."

Fan Wencheng sighed, his voice full of helplessness.

Lukehn turned to Fan Wencheng guiltily and said: "I am just going my own way. If I were careful, it would not lead to such a big mistake."

Lukedehn was very grateful to Fan Wencheng. If Fan Wencheng hadn't stopped him, he might have rushed into the valley like Harrelta and was ambushed to death.

Fan Wencheng cleared his throat and said, "Your Majesty Beile doesn't have to blame yourself too much. Victory and defeat are common among military strategists, let alone the thief is making the deception of victory without force. If they are in a dignified duel, they will definitely not be the opponent of the Iron Cavalry of the Qing Dynasty."

Lukehn couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. He knew that Fan Wencheng was comforting himself. There was no right statement in the fight between the two armies. The bottom line is to win if they win.

"In accordance with Mr. Fan's opinion, what should I do now?"

At this moment, Luke Dehun had completely put aside the Qing Dynasty's belle and obeyed Fan Wencheng Yan.

"Get out troops and withdraw troops, and wait for the Qingming thief to investigate the truth and reality before making any decisions."

"Mr. Fan is very serious and he will listen to you."

Although Luke Dehun was very unwilling to accept it, he also understood that continuing to waste would not only help, but would also hit the Ming army's thoughts.

God knows what the Ming army has arranged in the dark, and now Luke Dehun dares not bet anymore.

The defeat in the first battle made the arrogant Lukedehun very depressed, but he had to accept this fact.

He believed that as long as he understood the movements of the Ming army, he would be able to find the venue sooner or later.

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After Luke Dehun led the main force to retreat, Gao Jie sent soldiers into the valley to harvest the head.

The thousand cavalry led by Harertai were all elite Manchus. They were all buried in the river valley this time, which greatly boosted the morale of the Ming army.

These thousand true tatars are rarely burned to death.

After knowing that he could not escape the entrance of the valley, Harrelta ordered his cavalry to turn around and gallop along the valley, hoping to escape from the exit of the valley.

Although there is only a first-line opportunity, it is better than a person who has to break into the sea of ​​fire.

But Haraltai was obviously thinking too much.

The Ming army arranged a lot of archers on the dwarf fields on both sides of the river valley. After a few waves of arrows, Harertai's subordinates were only a few dozen lonely people.

In the end, Harertai was shot and dismounted before he led his troops to the middle of the valley.

For Gao Jie, this result is absolutely acceptable.

You know, this is a thousand real enemy.

One head is worth fifty taels, and one thousand heads is fifty taels.

This is a considerable silver reward!

Compared to rewarding silver, what made Gao Jie even more happy was that through this battle, the soldiers dispelled the fear of Jianlu, which was rooted in their hearts.

I don’t know when it started, but the saying that the Eight Banners of Manchuria is invincible is spread.

Since the Songjin War, the Ming army was even more frightened by Jianlu and did not dare to go out of the city to fight with him.

Before the war was fought, people were scared first. What else can I do?

Even the soldiers under Gao Jie were very afraid of the Jianzhou Jurchens, and there were many negative negative emotions before this battle.

But Gao Jie fought a beautiful ambush. Although he did not kill the commander of Jianlu, Luke Dehun, he shot and killed his general Harertai, which greatly boosted the morale of the Ming army.

Gao Jie believed that after this battle, the soldiers under his command would no longer be as afraid of the Eight Banners of Manchuria as before.

Through this victory, the soldiers will realize that the so-called invincible Eight Banners soldiers are also ordinary people. They will cry and wail when shot by arrows, and their heads will be cut off.

When this hurdle in my heart passes, many problems will be solved easily.

"Master, I didn't expect that Nalek Dehun was so calm. He did not lead the main force to chase the river valley, but sent only a pioneer to test it."

Li Chengdong was still a little resentful about not being able to capture Luke Dehun. After all, a Manchu Beile's head is more valuable.

"Yeah, I can't tell. It is said that this Luke Dehun is in his early twenties."

Gao Jie said quietly: "If there is no expert around him, it is indeed a young man who is old. Unfortunately, he meets me, which is considered unlucky."

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Chapter completed!