Li Fangyuan's deployment did not come out of the prediction.

On the route of the Ming army's retreat north in the direction of Liaodong, the Korean government soldiers had already set up a defensive line.

Pyongyang, where the Pyongan generals fought an encounter with the intercepted North Korean army.

"On the front line of Pyongyang, how many people are there now?"

Ten miles away from the North Korean army, Ping An stood in front of the Ming army and asked.

"Visually, there are about 40,000 people, but their current defense line has not been built, and it is a mess everywhere."

Hearing that there were only about 40,000 people, Ping'an's brow relaxed slightly.

Although the Ming army now has only 17,000 people left, the number is less than half of that of the Korean army, but the gap in quality is too great.

"Strong, General."

Yu Yaxin stood up and asked for battle, "While the enemy army has not yet gained a firm foothold, the last general is willing to be the first to lead the troops of the headquarters to break through its defensive line." ”

If they want to encircle and eat the Ming army in one bite, the Koreans can only choose to fight the Ming army head-on, and it is impossible to stay in the city of Pyongyang, otherwise, the Ming army would have made a detour.

And frontal field battles, where will Yu Yaxin be afraid.

Seeing that Ping'an didn't speak, Yu Yaxin was in a hurry, and behind his buttocks, Li Fangyuan's army was chasing for his life.

"Li Fangyuan's army, how far is it from us?"

Ping'an's sudden brainless question made Yu Yaxin stunned for a moment, and hurriedly turned his gaze to Ping'an's pro-soldier captain Li Poyu.

Because all the cavalry was burned in Seoul, now the task of the Ming army to spy on the enemy can only be handed over to Ping'an's personal soldiers, and the only dozen or so horses have been given to Li Poyu, and even Ping'an, the dignified chief soldier, marches on foot every day.

"One hundred and thirty miles, we can get to us as soon as tomorrow."

Shen time?

Ping An frowned slightly.

"Why are they so slow?"

Chasing from Seoul to Pyongyang, in two days, the Ming army opened a gap of 130 miles?

"It's not that they're slow, it's that we're too fast."

What is the level of training of the new army?

Ten miles of running on armor, the average is a little more than a quarter of an hour, even at night due to the lack of torches, the hilly terrain can not march, six hours a day can travel 130 miles, this is still on the basis of not delaying the evening camp, building a defense, and the Liaodong infantry before the change of defense, the conventional level is only 70 miles a day.

Even if the pursuing Li Fangyuan's army was familiar with the terrain and had a large number of torches to march at night, after deducting the time for repair, it would run at most eighty miles a day.

Peace and slam the tooth flower.

The first time I led a new army, I have no experience. I knew that the Beijing soldiers in Nanjing were so able to run, and I was relieved in the past two days.

Not only was the new army caught off guard by peace, but the North Korean soldiers who were responsible for outflanking the rear of the Ming army were also caught off guard, they rushed to Pyongyang from Hamheung Road, and they arrived at such a close distance with the Ming army!

They didn't even have time to build fortifications, so they had to urgently form an army and wait for the Ming army to attack.

"General, please let the last general be the vanguard and defeat them."

Yu Yaxin asked to fight again, he is now too excited to help himself, he has been in the army in Beijing for many years, and this is his first time on the battlefield! The desire for merit is far greater than the fear of death.

Ping An didn't hesitate, then nodded and said to Yu Yaxin.

"Boguang, take your department as the front move, and tear a hole for our army."

There is a battle! Yu Yaxin hugged his fist excitedly.

"Command."

The military commander behind Ping An raised the flag, and suddenly the horn sounded.

Zhu Yunwen controlled the new army and set the establishment of 100,000 musketeers, and the remaining 100,000 troops were still regular troops, like Yu Yaxin's guard, which was a regular cavalry army.

The establishment of three battalions, the cavalry battalion was planted in Seoul, and the remaining two battalions were elite heavy infantry battalions.

Ping'an brought two guards to Korea this time, in addition to Yu Yaxin's guard, the other guard was a pure musketeer, wearing a steel helmet, and its defensive strength far exceeded Yaxin's infantry battalion.

Like the flow of water, the Ming army was divided into two, and Yu Yaxin, the commander of the guard, was the first to take the step of charging!

Seven thousand athletes followed behind Yu Yaxin and silently launched an attack on the North Korean army's position.

It's getting closer, it's getting closer and closer to the North Korean position.

Yu Yaxin began to change from jogging to running, raising the shield in his left hand above his head to protect his head, and as soon as he moved, thousands of sword and shield hands behind him were like one person, and they raised their shields together.

The huge military array was like a flood, wrapped in the power of crushing everything, and swept towards the Korean defense line in front of it like the sky and the earth were cracking.

Arrows began to rain in the sky, and the Koreans took the lead in launching an offensive, but under the neat and dense shield array, there was little effect, and the Ming soldiers, who occasionally hit the target, did not notice it and did not stop.

The earth, Yu Yaxin's feet fell backwards, and only the roar of Da Ming Erlang's combat boots on the earth was left between heaven and earth, and at this moment, it seemed that the world was trembling under the sound of this golden iron horse.

Closer, closer.

The front of the North Korean army was close at hand, and the fierce pride began to burn in Yaxin's chest, and the desire for war instantly burned his eyes.

The universe is the only one!

"Kill!"

Yu Yaxin roared, two steps under his feet hurriedly, and the whole person had already leaped out and crashed into the military formation of the North Korean army, and the spear that stabbed in front of him was separated by Yu Yaxin's sword.

"Kill!"

Behind him, seven thousand athletes responded violently, and the sound was like thunder.

The rolling iron stream instantly overflowed the shield array of the Korean army, like a big wave rolling the embankment, stirring up countless blood-red waves.

The steel knife raised from time to time shone with a suffocating light of death in the sun, and every swing of the sharp blade brought out fluffy blood.

There was a commotion on the front of the Korean army, and this group of local soldiers, who were not regular troops at all, had never received the baptism of the battlefield, and the forces they had brought in were not enough to stop the pace of the Ming army.

"Can't be returned!"

A North Korean general saw that the soldiers around him began to look around in horror, showing signs of retreating, and hurriedly roared, and rushed with a knife in his hand to a Ming army hundred households who were slashing in all directions.

"Drink!"

The North Korean general shouted angrily, and the big knife in his hand rushed straight towards the back of the neck of the hundred households, under the sneak attack, where did the hundred households have time to dodge, but suddenly a small soldier crashed out, squeezing away the hundred households to receive this knife!

The blade is sharp, from the shoulder to the chest!

The great pain made the Ming army athlete scream out in pain, but he was not afraid, but instantly raised the long knife in his hand and cut off the head of the North Korean general!

When the corpse is separated, this North Korean general may never understand why he died first!

Baihu looked at the soldier who saved his life, he looked very young, but his handsome face was twisted into a ball at this time because of the intense pain, and the blood flowed quickly along the wound, maybe only one breath, this soldier fell, realizing the final sublimation of a Ming warrior!

"Kill!"

Hundreds of households have no time to grieve, let alone tears. He just quickened the pace of slashing, he thought of himself as a dead man, and between slashing and slashing, he was even more brave.

The commotion in the Korean military formation is getting bigger and bigger, and all this is in the eyes of peace.

"The North Koreans can't stand it."

Li Poyu galloped back to the battle and prayed.

Ping An nodded and looked at the other guard commander of the new army.

"Go, crush them!"

Defeat them!

In this world, there is no army that has been able to stop the Ming Dynasty! No matter how many of them there are!

10,000 Mitsubishi thorns were loaded, as if 10,000 spears pierced the sky, forming a forest of death in an instant.

The addition of this Wan Ming Army completely crushed the morale of the North Koreans.

The North Koreans couldn't stop it, and they began to retreat timidly, even if the officers around them were running and shouting, but the decline could not be reversed.

"Kill!"

Yu Yaxin roared, he had killed more than ten people in a row, the hot blood made him more and more excited, he was a wolf rushing into the flock, and there was not even a single North Korean who could stop him.

When he moved his gaze to a North Korean general three paces away, the latter screamed in fright, turned his horse's head and fled.

The North Korean army, collapsed!

"Da Ming is mighty!"

Yu Yaxin cut down the handsome flag of the North Korean army, jumped on the handsome platform, rushed to the sky with a knife, and drank heartily.

The defeat was like a mountain, more and more Korean troops began to flee, and the small group of Korean troops that had been divided and embedded in the Ming army began to surrender, they laid down their weapons and knelt on the ground, trembling and waiting for trial.

"Da Ming is mighty!"

More than 10,000 Ming athletes stepped on the positions of the North Korean army and cheered.

"General, we won!"

Li Poyu excitedly gathered around Ping'an and cheered, "It only took us one hour to defeat twice the number of Koreans in our army. ”

Ping An nodded, but there was not much excitement or pride on his face.

The combat effectiveness of the Korean government soldiers is far less than that of the guards in the Ming provinces.

"The encirclement laid by Li Fangyuan is too fragile."

Ping An turned his head to look behind him, "He is a capable commander, but unfortunately, it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, if he has a strong army in his hands, we will not be able to run out today." ”

Li Poyu didn't understand why Ping An felt sorry for Li Fangyuan.

"General, now Li Fangyuan's army is still far away from us, withdraw quickly, go back to Liaodong to reorganize the army, and come back in the coming day."

He Li Fangyuan, after all, only once can Seoul be burned! The next time the Ming army comes back, it will be when he Li Fangyuan is the head.

"No, I'm going to give him a chance!"

Pingan suddenly laughed, "Order, the whole army enters Pyongyang for repair!" Let's wait for Li Fangyuan. ”

Li Poyu was dumbfounded, what do you mean by waiting for Li Fangyuan?

Could it be that Ping An still wants to rely on the more than 10,000 people in his hands to eat Li Fangyuan's 80,000 army?

Just as he was about to be persuaded again, he saw peace beckoning, and hurriedly passed by.

"You take someone to ride back to Liaodong quickly, you take this token, like this..."

When Li Poyu saw the token, he was immediately startled, and stood up, "This is?" ”

Ping An laughed.

"Don't ask, just do it."

Li Poyu didn't dare to hesitate any longer, hurriedly received the order, summoned a few comrades, and rode to Liaodong.