The wind was fierce, and Obai led the last dozens of Qing cavalry to be surrounded by countless Ming cavalrymen on a hillside. As the sound of muskets continued to sound, Obai had fewer and fewer cavalry around him. He understood that he had less and less time in this world.

Oboi was surrounded by more than a dozen white-armored soldiers in the middle of the team. At this time, Oboi looked very embarrassed. Not only was his whole body covered with blood, but even the shoulder pad on his left arm was knocked away, revealing his bloody shoulders. Some weapons were swept across the forehead on his right. Blood was constantly seeping down from his forehead, looking particularly embarrassed.

He opened his eyes wide and looked at the Ming cavalry slowly approaching around him. Obai could see that these Ming cavalry were divided into two parts, some of which belonged to the Jiangning Army. These cavalry were all wearing red cloaks, green pants and horse boots on the lower body, which was very easy to recognize. The other cavalry did not have cloaks, and the armor was covered with the traditional Ming army's mandarin duck battle jacket. When he was fighting fiercely with the Jiangning Army's cavalry, these cavalry attacked them from the side and caught them off guard. In the end, they suffered heavy losses and were besieged here. If there were no such people, Obai would probably be able to escape even if he was defeated, but now everything is too late.

At this time, Obai saw the Ming army cavalry in front slowly making way, and an officer who was obviously different from the cavalry around him rode out of the crowd.

The difference between him and the cavalry around him is not that he is dressed or armored in particular, but that Oboi could see that the man had a convincing temperament in both his expression and behavior. This temperament was not something that people who had been in the top position for a long time could not pretend. He was not old, and Oboi probably should be in his twenties. He just stopped in front of Oboi, and a breath of self-importance came to his face.

The officer asked slowly, "Are you Obai?"

Obai smiled and wiped off the blood on his forehead, which made his face covered with blood, and looked very ferocious. "I am Obai, who are you? Are you here to persuade me to surrender? I can only tell you, don't worry. The Qing Dynasty only has warriors who died in battle, and there are no cowards who surrender!"

The visitor nodded, "Don't worry, I didn't plan to persuade me to surrender. I just wanted to see what you, the No. 1 Manchurian Warrior, look like, now it just looks like this!"

Oboi asked angrily: "Who are you? How dare you underestimate me so?"

"My name is Yang Feng!" The visitor smiled faintly, "I think you must have heard of my name."

"You are Yang Feng?"

Looking at the visitor, Oboi had a horrifying look in his eyes. He grabbed his tiger-headed spear with his right hand tightly. An unstoppable thought surged into his mind. If he could kill this person, let alone himself and the five thousand Qing warriors who died just now, it would be worth it even if he died another five thousand people.

As if he saw Oboi’s thoughts, Yang Feng sneered: “Why... do you really want to kill this marquis? But this marquis can tell you, don’t think about it. With your ability, even if three of them are tied together, you can’t move a hair of this marquis.”

"I don't believe it!" Obai suddenly raised the tiger-headed spear in his hand and pointed it at Yang Feng and said sternly: "Yang Feng, do you dare to fight me to the death? Otherwise, I will never accept it!"

"Idiot!" Looking at Oboi who became irritable, Yang Feng burst into laughter. After a long time, he shook his head, rode his horse and walked towards the cavalry crowd behind him.

Looking at Yang Feng who was about to enter the crowd, Obai couldn't help it anymore. He shouted loudly and rushed towards Yang Feng. If he could kill Yang Feng before he died, it would be worth it even if he died ten more times.

Oboi thought so and did it, but his idea was destined to fail. Just as he was riding his horse and raising the weapon in his hand, a burst of gunfire like fried beans sounded in front of him. More than a dozen cavalrymen who had already stared at him suddenly raised the musket with a long barrel in his hand and pulled the trigger at him.

Obai flew up from the horse's back and then fell heavily to the ground. When he landed on the ground, his whole body was almost broken, and there was almost no complete piece of good meat on his body.

Yang Feng slowly turned around and looked at Aobai lying on the ground with his eyes wide open and his eyes closed, with a hint of pleasure in his eyes. In fact, the reason why he came out to see Aobai just now was purely curiosity about this person.

Yang Feng saw the name Aobai for the first time when he was studying in junior high school. He saw it in "The Deer and the Cauldron" written by Jin Daxia. When he was reading this book, Yang Feng, in addition to envying Mr. Wei's luck in love, hated the most was Obai, an executioner who was covered with the blood of the Han people. When he grew up, Yang Feng read a lot of information and found that Aobai was still two-sided. On the one hand, he held up his butcher knife and slaughtered the Han people without hesitation. On the other hand, he was loyal to Huang Taiji. Even after Huang Taiji died, he even fought against the Regent Dorgon, and almost died for this. Therefore, the Qing history still had a high evaluation of him.

Yang Feng was still very curious about this controversial person, so he came to see him specially, but after seeing him, he became more determined to kill him.

After completely annihilated Oboi and the 5,000 Qing cavalry led by him, the battle outside the city had come to an end. The 30,000 Beijing camp led by Lu Xiangsheng bit the tail of a team of Qing soldiers who were about to enter the city outside the Xicheng Gate. However, Huang Taiji was extremely decisive in his work and resolutely used the trick of a hero cutting off his arm. He ordered the 3,000 people in the rear team to hold the Beijing camp tightly for two quarters of an hour. Finally, he covered all the Qing soldiers outside the Ximen who entered the city at the cost of all the three thousand people behind the palace.

It was not until this time that Lu Xiangsheng, Hu Dawei, Yang Guozhu and Zhao Rujiao met Yang Feng.

"Secretary (the last general) and others will meet the Marquis!"

Seeing the four people who were bowing to him, Yang Feng quickly stepped forward and helped the four people up, and smiled and said, "Please get up. I am very grateful to you when you see you can come to help without fear of hardships and dangers. After the war, I will definitely report to Your Majesty to ask for merit for the generals!"

The four of them were also happy. To be honest, when they arrived in this battle today, the Qing army had already retreated. They just helped to sweep the end. The real credit had nothing to do with him. However, since Yang Feng said that, their names would definitely be on the credit book of the battle today. Although the administration of the Ming Dynasty was corrupt at the end of the Ming Dynasty, one thing would not change, that is, they have always been highly rewarded for military merits. With Yang Feng's endorsement, they would definitely get a lot of benefits. It seems that they are here right this time.

"Thank you, Marquis!" Even a person like Lu Xiangsheng, who was just right, showed joy and quickly expressed his gratitude.

"By the way, Marquis." Yang Guozhu asked again: "Although our army won a great victory in today's battle, there are dead bodies everywhere on the battlefield. We still need to bury the Tartars' bodies as soon as possible, otherwise it will be easy to cause plague in the hot weather."

"General Yang is right." Yang Feng nodded first, then sneered: "But why should we do the job of restraining corpses? Send orders to cut down all the heads of the Tartars, and then cast all the corpses into Jingguan. After doing this, the entire army retreated twenty miles. I want to see if Huang Taiji can still sit still?"

"Building Jingguan?"

Lu Xiangsheng and the other two first glanced at each other. To be honest, this behavior that was popular thousands of years ago was too bloody and cruel. Since the Song Dynasty, this behavior has gradually decreased or even disappeared. Why did this person do this again? It was just as soon as this idea came out that they thought of who was the person in front of them? They started their own business by building Jingguan. When he was just a small thousand-household family, he was ordered to go to Zhenjiang to fight Japanese pirates. After the first battle, he built the heads of those Japanese pirates. Now he has become a marquis. It seems that nothing is strange to build Jingguan. Well, as long as you are happy, the four of them thought of this.

It was getting late, and the lights were still brightly lit in the Qinzheng Hall of Shengjing Palace. The eunuchs and palace maids stood beside each other with their hands hanging down, while Huang Taiji was sitting with dozens of princes and ministers. Many of them had a heavy face. The meeting had been held for several hours, but there was no result at all.

Huang Taiji said calmly: "You guys, things have come to this point, you all tell me what to do, right?"

Everyone was silent with a bitter face. Today's battle was just 20,000 Jiangning Army, which was enough for them to have a headache. Now, there were 30,000 Jing camps and 6,000 Liaodong Iron Cavalry, which was even more difficult to deal with.

Haoge gritted his teeth and said, "Father, no matter what, we and Yang Feng are already incompatible and have no possibility of reconciliation at all. Naturally, we will continue to fight with him!"

"Fight? How to fight?" Dorgon, with a pale face, shook his head and said, "Everyone has seen today's battle. If the Jiangning Army only relies on the sharpness of the firearms, we can still fight with it with its advantage in military strength. But how do we deal with the damn poisonous smoke? You must know that it cannot be dealt with by courage."

When the word poison smoke was mentioned, everyone, including Huang Taiji, showed a terrifying look on their faces. Today's battle left them with a deep impression. The entire 40,000 troops were vulnerable under these poison smoke. No matter how brave you were in the past, you would vomit blood and die after smelling this poison smoke. The death was extremely miserable. It can be said that this poison smoke was not something that humans could compete with. In order to cover their retreat, even a brave man like Oboi was killed. What else could they do?

At this moment, an eunuch hurried in and whispered to Huang Taiji: "Your Majesty, the spy outside the city has returned, saying yes... said yes... the Ming army cut off the heads of the corpses of the warriors who were killed outside the city today and used them to build Jingguan."

"What?"
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