I was kicked out of the house, and I was reborn and became the emperor

At the moment of collision, angry shouts intertwined into one, and the long-accumulated anger of the Akabane Camp turned into sharp spears, piercing deep into the enemy's chest. After the confrontation, all the cavalry were destroyed, and no one survived!

At the west gate of Yunzhou, the old soldiers of the Northern Frontier fought dozens of heroic charges and opened up a glimmer of hope for survival with the pursuers.

The city gates were wide open, but to everyone's surprise, the Northern Frontier soldiers were not in a hurry to enter the city. Instead, they reined in their horses and turned to the pursuing Jurchen army. Di Qing rode first, jumped out in front of the battle formation, and said in a deep voice: "Form a battle formation to meet the enemy!"

On the top of the city wall, Bai Yujing watched Di Qing rearrange the battle formation and cursed in his heart: "How can these men from the Northern Frontier be so ready to die!" In an instant, he understood Di Qing's intention.

According to the plan, Di Qing's mission of luring the enemy has been completed and he should withdraw into the city, leaving Fang Yi's Chiyu Camp to deal with Nurhaci.

But Di Qing knew that if the 18,000 reinforcements were allowed to return, even if the Chiyu Camp dealt a heavy blow to Nurhaci, it would still be annihilated. Therefore, he vowed to delay time and entangle the enemy under the walls of Yunzhou.

Bai Yujing punched the bluestone hard, turned around and shouted to the city: "All the infantry in the city, assemble and follow me to the battle!"

Looking at Di Qing in front of him, Bai Yujing whispered: "Since we are going to fight, we must fight to the end! You will handle these 18,000 troops; I will be responsible for the 8,000 infantrymen at the north gate!"

Bai Yujing's face also showed resolute madness!

The situation suddenly changed and the war situation was beyond everyone's expectations. Di Qing led the old soldiers from the northern border and resolutely faced the Jurchen cavalry with twice the strength of their army. The two sides fought a desperate battle under the city of Yunzhou and the scene was extremely tragic.

Fang Yi broke through the encirclement, looked at the fleeing figure in the distance, galloped on his horse, and distanced himself from the soldiers of the Akabane Camp.

Nurhaci has only a few guards left by his side, and he is experiencing the darkest moment of his glorious career. How could the once powerful Jurchen leader have ever been so embarrassed?

"Fang Yi! One day, I will chop off your head with my own hands!" Nurhaci gritted his teeth and said viciously to the lone rider who was pursuing him.

"Swish!" A feather arrow flew over, and a guard fell off his horse. Nurhaci was so frightened that he had no time to think about it. He whipped the horse hard, trying to protect himself first.

"Swish!" Another arrow came. Seeing the soldiers around him falling off their horses one after another, fear made his palms tremble, not knowing whether the next arrow would pierce his chest.

"Stop him! Stop him no matter what!" Nurhaci's roar was heart-wrenching and resounded through the sky.

The three remaining guards exchanged firm glances, yanked the reins, gripped their spears tightly, turned their horses around, and rushed straight towards Fang Yi.

Facing the three Jurchen cavalrymen coming towards him, Fang Yi remained calm. He placed his bow and arrow on the side of the saddle, picked up the heavy spear with one hand, and pulled his arm back like a strong bow, accompanied by a thunderous roar: "Ha!"

He half-turned his body and soared into the air, his whole body full of strength, and threw the spear out like a dragon. With his stormy strength and the speed of a galloping horse, the spear drew a magnificent arc in the air, and after a dull "puff" sound, it deeply penetrated the chest of the last Jurchen warrior.

Instantly, the soldier's internal organs ruptured and the fire of life was extinguished at that moment. His huge body was thrown into the air by this irresistible force, and then nailed heavily to the ground. The gun handle trembled continuously due to the violent impact.

This tragic scene made the remaining soldiers look pale, but they still gritted their teeth and charged forward resolutely, with their guns intertwined left and right, blocking Fang Yi's way.

Fang Yi slowly drew out the scimitar from his waist and attacked head-on without hesitation.

This time, Fang Yi has made up his mind.

If he fails, he will die! Seeing the first spear approaching, he leaned to the left strangely and dodged the spear tip lightly. The scimitar slid up along the spear shaft like mercury. When the two weapons intersected, a sharp friction sound "hiss" was heard, which made people's hair stand on end.

Just as the scimitar was about to touch the palm of the Jurchen soldier, Fang Yi suddenly raised his wrist, and the blade swept across like lightning. The Jurchen soldier's throat was instantly broken, blood splattered everywhere, and a few drops of warm liquid splashed on his cheek. The soldier's world suddenly fell into darkness, and he instinctively covered his throat, which was bleeding, with both hands.

Fang Yi took the opportunity to let go of the scimitar, slid his arm down, and accurately caught the spear that fell from the enemy's hand.

With gun in hand, Fang Yi shot the enemy deadly with one strike, and the Jurchen cavalry fell to the ground with a bang.

The second spear came whistling after him, and the spear tip suddenly magnified in Fang Yi's eyes, and the breath of death was approaching. He suddenly leaned over, and the spear tip almost brushed his armor, sparks flew. The two horses staggered past each other, and Fang Yi just jumped behind the enemy, and immediately stood up and turned around, stabbing the spear in his hand fiercely, piercing the back of the Jurchen cavalry.

This brilliant counterattack caught the Jurchens off guard, and in a flash, both soldiers were killed.

Fang Yi turned his head and looked coldly at the two bodies lying on the ground. He spat with contempt and wiped the blood from his lips. The warhorse stopped beside the body that had been stabbed to death before. He leaned down, pulled out his gun, and locked his eyes on Nurhaci's receding back, with a meaningful smile on his lips.

Nurhaci looked back in horror and saw that all three soldiers had died. Fang Yi's face was covered in blood and he was pressing forward step by step. His soul almost escaped from his body and his heart was broken.

"Devil! Devil! He is a devil!" Nurhaci muttered to himself, with only endless fear in his heart.

"Swoosh!" A feather arrow hit the leg of Nurhaci's horse accurately, and the warhorse staggered and fell to the ground. Nurhaci was thrown out of the horse and fell heavily to the ground, his chest and abdomen landing on the ground. The strong impact made his throat sweet and blood spurted out. If it weren't for the armor protecting his body, he would have died long ago.

"Whoa!" Fang Yi finally caught up, and pulled the reins, bringing the warhorse to a steady stop. He dropped his gun and dismounted, slowly walking towards the fallen Nurhaci.

Nurhaci crawled desperately in the mud, leaving a bloody trail.

Fang Yi bent down and drew out Nurhaci's sword, holding it high above his head. The blade gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

The knife is inlaid with a gold border, surrounded by silver ornaments, and has two colorful gems at each end, which sparkles brightly in the sun.

The blade is made of fine steel, extremely sharp, and engraved with an eight-clawed eagle, which is a symbol of the nobility of the Jurchen royal family.

"It's a really good sword, worthy of your status. If you die under this sword, your life will not be in vain, haha."

Fang Yi whispered, then stepped on Nurhaci's back.

Nurhaci's body stiffened instantly, his fingers scratched the soil in vain, blood continued to flow out of his mouth, he was unable to speak, and his life force gradually disappeared.

Fang Yi's voice echoed again: "I warned you, once you step into this place, there is no way back, haha!"

As he spoke, Fang Yi's expression suddenly turned cold, and he suddenly raised the sword in his hand and chopped it down without hesitation.

A flash of the knife decides life or death!

The great Khan on the grassland thought he had victory in his hands a second ago and dreamed of gradually conquering the world, but now he has turned into a vague ghost outside Yunzhou.

From beginning to end, Nurhaci never uttered a word. He wanted to speak but stopped, longing to beg for mercy, longing to survive, but his throat was choked by his own blood and all his efforts were in vain.

As the flame of life was about to go out, Nurhaci's heart was filled with fear, regret and unwillingness, but it was all too late!

Fang Yi held the spoils, looked into the distance at the horizon, and whispered: "My Lord, did you see that? I have avenged you!"

The sun was high in the sky and the breeze was blowing gently, seeming to echo this victory with a mournful cry.

The sound of hurried horse hooves came from afar. Chang Zhen and Lu Qi completely wiped out Nurhaci's personal guards. They were worried that Fang Yi might encounter an accident alone, so they came at full speed.

When everyone saw the headless body on the ground, they cheered and focused their admiring gazes on Fang Yi. Lu Qi stepped forward and said with a smile, "Brother, I have something good to show you, haha."

Then, Chang Zhen pulled down a military flag from his horse's back, on which was embroidered an eight-clawed eagle with its wings spread, ready to fly. That was Nurhaci's flag. After dealing with his personal soldiers, the two of them seized the flag.

Fang Yi also laughed heartily, nodded with satisfaction, and asked, "How is the war going? Has Di Qing returned to the city?"

Chang Zhen and the other man looked at each other and smiled bitterly: "The situation has exceeded our expectations. General Di did not return to the city to buy time. He is fighting a bloody battle with the Jurchens outside the west gate. Moreover..."

Fang Yi's heart tightened when he heard this, and he looked up and asked, "Hmm? Anything else?"

"Brother Bai also left the city and mobilized all the forces in the city to confront the 8,000 Jurchen infantry head-on outside the north gate. The battle has fallen into chaos." Lu Qi continued.

Fang Yi's face darkened. He tried to buy time for the Chiyu Camp, but he didn't expect that everyone would risk their lives. He immediately ordered: "I will lead a thousand cavalrymen to the west gate, and you two will lead the remaining people to the north gate. Give me Nurhaci's royal flag, and set off!"

The two men nodded in agreement, and then split into two groups. The cavalry came and went as fast as the wind, disappearing in the blink of an eye, leaving only the headless body on the ground.

The Jurchen infantry phalanx acted quickly after receiving the call for help, but the north gate of Yunzhou suddenly opened. Bai Yujing led the hundreds of remaining cavalry in the city and took the brunt of the attack and charged directly into the infantry formation.

Then four or five thousand infantrymen followed closely, with the Northern Frontier Infantry in the front and the Right Guards closely behind, holding on to the Jurchen infantry formation tightly.

The commander in charge was extremely anxious and determined to quickly defeat this infantry. Bai Yujing rushed left and right in the formation and was soon covered with wounds. Hundreds of cavalry were almost killed, but everyone still fought desperately.

Witnessing the bravery of the soldiers from the Northern Frontier, the Right Guard infantrymen, in addition to their admiration, also rushed into the Jurchen army with their swords drawn. The two sides clashed swords, the battlefield was stained with blood, and their eyes were red from killing.

Just as Bai Yujing was feeling exhausted, Chang Zhen and Lu Qi arrived in time with 1,500 elite cavalrymen from the Chiyu Camp. The Jurchen infantry formation that had been disrupted by Bai Yujing collapsed instantly and was unable to reorganize its defense line.

The captain was trembling all over. Bai Yujing in the formation finally smiled with relief and collapsed to the ground. Chen Xiao forced his way into the enemy formation and rescued Bai Yujing.

With only 1,500 cavalrymen facing infantry that had lost their formation, it was a massacre without any suspense!

The old subordinates led by Di Qing were also in danger. More than half of their soldiers were lost, but they still fought bravely. Many of the spears in their hands were damaged and broke in multiple confrontations. Everyone drew their swords and fought.

Many Jurchen cavalry captains were killed, and the captain of ten thousand men wanted to withdraw from the battlefield when he received the signal for help. However, the soldiers from the northern border took the initiative to charge repeatedly and held them back.