When the military information of the Ming army in Pyongyang reached Li Fangyuan, the latter smelled the conspiracy for the first time.

The encirclement of Korea was vulnerable, and since the Ming army had already poked out of its pocket, why didn't it withdraw to Liaodong?

The Ming army still counted on relying on more than 10,000 people to eat his Li Fangyuan's 80,000 main force?

This idea only existed for a moment before Li Fangyuan left it behind.

The Ming army can fight, after all, it is a mortal in the flesh, and there is no powerful lethal armament like artillery, it is all cold weapons to slash against each other, and the main force that he Li Fangyuan has personally trained for so many years is not a vegetarian!

Could it be that the Ming army is tired?

Well, there is this possibility, more than two days of hard work and a rapid march of 300 miles, and a battle with 40,000 soldiers from Hamxing Province and Gangwon Province, the iron-beaten man should be tired.

"Maharaja, are we still chasing?"

Some generals looked at Li Fangyuan with red eyes, but their attitude was already very clear.

The tragic situation in Kaijing has completely angered this group of soldiers, and it can be said that the current North Korean army can be called morale.

Li Fangyuan didn't even hesitate at all, and he couldn't hesitate, he had to completely drive the Ming army across the Yalu River, and then he had to find a way to "cut" some achievements, otherwise he would not be able to explain.

"Chase!"

Li Fangyuan gave an order, "Let the government soldiers of Hamheung Province and Gangwon Province move closer to the Chinese army." ”

No matter how low the combat effectiveness of the government soldiers is, after all, there are more than 20,000 men with weapons, and if they can't beat the Ming army, they can always beat the people of Liaodong, right?

Li Fangyuan decided to enter Liaodong and kill the good and take the risk!

He will throw the black cauldron that burned Seoul on the heads of the Ming army, the Ming army has a precedent of massacring Kaijing, and the people of North Korea will believe him Li Fangyuan's words, and when the time comes, he will return to China with thousands of "Ming army" heads, falsely report some achievements, and exaggerate them to 20,000 or 30,000, which is enough to add a lot of prestige to himself.

Raise your arms and shout, the whole country is a soldier!

Li Fangyuan is such a person, he doesn't want to be a king and kneel at the feet of the Ming envoys.

That's a monarch's disgrace!

As soon as Li Fangyuan's army moved, the Ming army in Pyongyang City also began to pull out the camp, but before returning north, Ping'an gave an order to run slower!

Pyongyang is already very close to the Yalu River, and it is only 400 miles away, and if you really have to follow the previous footsteps, you will run back to Liaodong in three days.

In this way, there was an almost ridiculous scene on the Korean Peninsula, the Ming army in the north was running, and there were more than 100,000 Korean troops behind them, but the Ming army was not panicked at all, sometimes they ran fast, and they began to camp and repair before Shen Shi arrived, so that the Korean army behind them had the kung fu to catch up.

When I returned to the Yalu River, there were still more than ten pontoon bridges built across the river, so Ping An looked back, "Let's cross the river." ”

Yu Yaxin was relieved, "Don't worry about the general, we will definitely come back in the future." ”

Ping An laughed and raised his legs onto the pontoon.

"Destroy the pontoon."

Stepping on the land of Liaodong with his front foot, Ping An gave an order, which made Yu Yaxin stunned for a moment.

On this way, the Ming army estimated that the march was slow, and the purpose was to wait for Li Fangyuan behind him, Yu Yaxin knew that this should be a safe lure tactic, why did he destroy the pontoon bridge now?

"We won't even destroy the bridge, where does he Li Fangyuan dare to continue chasing?"

Ping An explained, "We have to do everything we need to do, but we can destroy it slowly." ”

Yu Yaxin understood, and hurriedly hugged his fists to lead the order.

In this way, under the conscious slowing down of the Ming army, Li Fangyuan's army finally arrived in a hurry, and at this time, the pontoon bridge was half destroyed.

As soon as the Ming army, which was working hard, saw the pursuing Korean army, they hurriedly "panicked" and threw down the gold, silver and jewelry looted from the capital city, and even threw the muskets and ordnance they were carrying to the ground.

"Quick! Catch up! ”

The panic of the Ming army dispelled Li Fangyuan's vigilance to a certain extent, and the Korean army began to hurry to repair the pontoon bridge, and followed behind the Ming army and chased across the Yalu River.

When the Korean army had all crossed the river, the Ming army would no longer be so lazy as it had been for a few days, and the Ming army, which had been walking and resting for several days, under the leadership of Ping'an, the chief military officer, ran wildly in a forced marching posture, lowered its head, and went straight to the southwest.

"General, aren't we going back to the Liaoyang camp?"

Running and running, Yu Yaxin felt that something was wrong, the direction of this retreat didn't seem right?

The southwest is where the tribe of the Jurchens in Jianzhou is located!

"Let's take the North Koreans for a walk."

A dangerous smile erupted at the corner of Ping'an's mouth.

The blood debt of tens of thousands of lives in Kaijing, Ping An doesn't believe that Li Fangyuan doesn't want to take revenge!

And Li Fangyuan, who has been chasing the Ming army, also sensed Ping'an's intentions, when his father Li Chenggui was a general in Ping'an Dao, Li Fangyuan knew in his heart where the positions of the three Jurchens were.

"Mingren, this is sacrificing the Jianzhou Jurchen."

Li Fangyuan originally planned to play a game in Liaodong to kill good and take risks, as for whether he killed the Ming people or the Jurchens, he didn't care at all, since the Ming army took him to run in the direction of the Jianzhou Jurchens, the hatred with the Jurchens over the years made Li Fangyuan too lazy to change the direction, so he plunged headlong.

The Jianzhou Jurchen is a fishing and hunting people, and the area where they live is not as erratic as the nomads, and they are relatively concentrated, and they all stay on the shore of the Bohai Sea, that is, the area from Fuzhou to Jinzhou.

It wasn't until Zhu Di placed the Jianzhou Guard that they moved to Dandong, but Fuzhou and Jinzhou still retained a large number of Jianzhou Jurchens, so Zhu Di set up the Jianzhou Left Guard, with Ahachu and Mengge Timur each leading one.

This time and space has not yet established a state guard, and in the future, there will be none!

Ahache and Mengge Timur took away all the Jurchen men, the tribe was full of women and children, and they were guarding the coastline for fishing at this time, and the arrival of more than 100,000 Korean troops was something they did not expect.

These Jurchens began to flee in panic, but they were not nomads after all, all the horses in the tribe were taken away by Aha and Brother Meng, and the women and children with only two legs, even if they wanted to run, they had only one way to jump into the sea, but their speed was obviously not able to catch up with the speed of the Korean army.

"Maharaja, the Ming army is gone."

The speed at which the Ming army ran away was too fast, and after more than an hour of forced march, the Korean army did not have the physical strength.

Li Fangyuan snorted, but he didn't care much.

It doesn't matter if the Ming army can't find it, there are still more than 10,000 "Ming Army" heads in front of them.

"Kill them all!"

Li Fangyuan waved his hand viciously, "Cover his face with a chaotic knife and behead it." ”

As long as the face is cut beyond recognition with a knife, who can still recognize a man and a woman?

Li Fangyuan made up his mind, and when all the Jurchen tribes in Jianzhou were killed, he led the army to retreat to North Korea.

As for where did the Ming army of peace go?

They had already crossed the Zhuang River and made a bend to move in the direction of Gaizhou, and had no intention of entering Fuzhou at all.

Twenty miles south of Gaizhouwei, Li Poyu, the captain of his personal army, had already been waiting.

"I've seen the general!"

As soon as Li Poyu saw Ping'an, he excitedly stepped forward and knelt on one knee and clasped his fists in salute.

Ping An didn't bother, but walked directly past him.

Behind Li Poyu, there are still two great Ming generals.

Zeng Bin, the deputy commander-in-chief of Liaodong, and Sheng Yong, the commander of Beiping!

The former came from the Liaoyang camp to greet Ping'an, while the latter was invited by Ping'an to send Li Poyu to turn around first.

"Haha, Brother Ping can come back, I have been waiting for you for a long time with Lao Zeng."

Sheng Yong smiled and saluted Ping'an with his fists.

"Brother Ping's expedition to North Korea, Lianke Kaijing and Seoul, two important cities in North Korea, greatly increased the prestige of our Ming army, and Sheng was very convinced."

Ping An was slightly stunned.

This is covering for him, the military report will be delivered to Nanjing sooner or later, but how to use the penmanship in the Spring and Autumn Period is always particular.

"Brother Sheng's words, but they have made a certain face dull."

Ping An smiled bitterly again and again, "Ping Mou has suffered a defeat this time, and he doesn't dare to take the word merit seriously, he just hopes to pacify North Korea as soon as possible, so he tied himself to Nanjing and asked for guilt." ”

The three of them pretended to be polite for a few more words, and Sheng Yong spoke.

"General Ping has worked hard these past few days, so it's better to go back to Gaizhou City to rest first."

Ping An is not to move Sheng Yong, he is just a Liaodong commander-in-chief, Sheng Yong is the commander of Beiping, the two are basically equal, but they can't stand it, Zhu Yunwen added a portable royal card in his handwritten letter to Ping'an!

Ping An is Sheng Yong who uses this token to move.

After running all day, Ping An was indeed a little tired, and he was not polite when he heard the words, so he smiled and said, "There is Brother Lao Sheng." ”

Sheng Yong smiled heartily, and then looked at the south, and his tone became much colder.

"I thought I would send someone to the Yalu River to destroy the pontoon bridge, Li Fangyuan and him, I can't go back!"

Ping'an's gaze crossed Sheng Yong, and his eyes narrowed involuntarily.

Sheng Yong didn't come alone, he fought in Beiping and brought 30,000 soldiers and horses.

These 30,000 people are the strongest cavalry in this period and between heaven and earth, and they had a name before, called "Yan Wangwei"!

This is a cavalry selected and trained by Zhu Di for many years to fight the nine sides, a Beidi Xiaorui who fought and fled when the Wara and Tatars heard the wind and eliminated the last new force of the Northern Yuan Ghost Lichi, and a Daming iron cavalry that has never been defeated!

"Everything is left to Brother Sheng."

Ping'an led the army and Zeng Bin to return to Gaizhou City, and in the entire land of southern Liaoning, only Sheng Yong and the 30,000 heavy horsemen behind him were left silent.

"Wow the law~!"

As soon as Sheng Yong pulled the reins of the horse, the war horse under his crotch began to move slowly, and behind him, the 30,000 army followed him closely.

The rich killing intent instantly washed away the red clouds in the setting sun.

Ten miles away from Fuzhou, Sheng Yong finally stopped the horse's hooves. He had already seen the black oppression at the end of his sight, and those were all flowing military feats!

"Go ahead and kill them all!"

Sheng Yong turned the horse's head slightly, pulled out the sword at his waist, and pointed diagonally in the direction of Fuzhou.

"Kill!"

The moment the sword fell, the word "thunder" resounded throughout the universe. This torrent of rolling steel instantly crossed Sheng Yong, spread the horse's hooves, and headed straight for Fuzhou, and the thousands of cavalry in the front row pressed down the spears pointing at the void, piercing the salty sea breeze.

At a distance of ten miles, the cavalry's sprinting power is just enough to reach the maximum burst!

Li Fangyuan, he can't go back!