When he got up early in the morning, Zheng Jing felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong.

Under his repeated questioning, Wang Er Mazi finally spoke.

It turned out that according to the report of the spies, tens of thousands of troops led by Ji Xiha, the general of the Qing army, had arrived in Jinan Mansion.

As for the exact number of troops, no one knows at all.

This was naturally a bolt from the blue for the Ming army.

The Qing court actually dispatched the Eight Banners, which is enough to show the attention and importance of the situation in Denglai.

"His Royal Highness, do you want to report General Yu about the current situation?"

Wang Er Mazi is obviously the only one who looks forward to the seven horses, and his first reaction is to report to Yu Qi if something goes wrong.

As for what to do next, it is naturally equal to the command of seven. He himself didn't have much of an idea.

Zheng Jing nodded.

Of course, this kind of thing has to be informed to Yu Qi in time. After all, Denglai is a relationship of one lip and tooth, and if Laizhou falls, Dengzhou will not be able to defend it.

And he is a guest army, he can't overpower Wang Er Mazi, if he makes the decision for Yu Qi, it is really inappropriate.

"I knew that the Tartars would not give up, but I didn't expect that the Eight Banners Army would indeed come. Alas, what a carelessness. ”

"General Wang seems to be very afraid of the Eight Banners."

Zheng Jing keenly caught this and asked with a frown.

"No... How could it be..."

Wang Er Mazi's answer made Zheng Jing more convinced of his judgment.

"Actually, there is nothing to be afraid of the Eight Banners, we fought with the Eight Banners when we attacked Nanjing. They are a little more difficult to deal with than the Green Battalion, but they can be killed. ”

Zheng Jing tried to make his description as objective as possible, so that Wang Er Mazi could sound more believable.

"They all have a head and two arms, and they are not three-headed and six-armed monsters. First of all, we must not have fear in our hearts, so that we can better fight them. If the battle has not yet been fought, and the heart is cowardly, it is naturally easy to lose the battle. ”

Zheng Jing paused for a moment, and then continued: "And the number of Eight Banner soldiers is limited, so they won't be dispatched too much at a time, and they will play more of a role in supervising the battle." In the siege war, the role of the Eight Banners was even smaller, pitiful. So this son feels that there is nothing to be afraid of. What does General Wang think? ”

It's hard for people to change their mindsets.

However, it is necessary to make a change on this issue, otherwise the rebel army will be discolored by the Eight Banners for a long time.

Zheng Jing felt that the rebels had to overcome the fear of the Eight Banners in their hearts.

The best way to do this is, of course, to be able to kill a few True Tartars on the battlefield.

When the heads of these Tartars are cut off, it is the time to release the demons completely.

"So all we have to do now is wait here?"

"Of course not."

Zheng Jing took a deep breath and said, "First of all, the Tartars shouldn't know about our reinforcements, so we have to take advantage of this. ”

"If I'm not mistaken, the Tartars will attack the south of Laizhou instead of the north."

"Why?"

"Because the southern part of Laizhou is flatter, it is more suitable for large-scale marching and cavalry passage."

Although the Manchurian Eight Banners claimed to be invincible in mounted archery, in reality they were only mounted infantry.

It is fundamentally different from the Mongolian cavalry in the true sense of the word.

Rao is like this, the Eight Banners still have to use mounts to travel.

So they will definitely choose a flatter route of marching.

South Laizhou is clearly a better choice.

"Shhh

Wang Er Mazi gasped when he heard this.

"If you count it full, you can make up 10,000 people in the south."

"Don't panic, that's just my guess. But even if it's true, it doesn't matter. ”

Zheng Jing said calmly; "I'll leave these more than 6,000 men in Laizhou first, and then you send someone to ask for reinforcements. It should be able to withstand it for the time being. ”

Wang Er Mazi felt a little more at ease.

"It's really thanks to His Royal Highness the Prince of the World, if it weren't for you, I would really be in chaos now."

Zheng Jing saw from this incident where the weakness of the righteous army was.

These rebels were bloody, and their enthusiasm for fighting was also high.

But for one thing, they lack professional training, so much so that they are a bit like headless flies when fighting on the battlefield. Second, they don't have a plan, and when they start a war, the whole screen feels unorganized.

Maybe it would be better to have more battles and more experience, just like the Chuang Army and the Western Army back then, but now they have grown into veterans who have experienced a hundred battles?

It's just that there is no time for Yu Qi, Wang Ermazi and others to accumulate experience now.

From this point of view, Zheng Jing and Gan Hui did come in time.

Their army has been professionally trained, and Gan Hui and Zheng Jing's combat qualities are definitely better than Yu Qi and Wang Er Mazi.

Combined, the two can make the most of it.

"And there are reinforcements sent by His Majesty. They may already be on their way. ”

Zheng Jing continued to reassure Wang Er Mazi and said: "As long as we survive the first round, we will get better and better." ”

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Ji Xiha was an anxious man, he didn't stay in Jinan Mansion for too long, and he led his troops to Qingzhou Mansion as soon as possible.

Qingzhou has been a battleground for soldiers since ancient times, and there are many forts along the way.

It's just that most of these forts are dilapidated and desolate.

Ji Xiha hurried to Zhucheng, the border town of Qingzhou and Laizhou, at the speed of a rapid march.

Zhucheng is currently in the hands of the Qing army, and after the arrival of the army led by Jixiha, the city's Chinese military officials went out of the city to greet them.

His attitude was even better than that of Wei Fuguo, the governor of Shandong.

Ji Xiha was also used to this, and did not say much, only asked the local officials to prepare food and grass.

Because of the drought for many years, Shandong's grain stocks are running out.

So in recent years, grain has basically been imported from the south.

However, because Zheng Chenggong took Hangzhou and other places and cut off the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal, Shandong's grain has become more and more tight in the past six months.

At present, the grain taken out by the officials of Zhucheng is pulled out from the hands of the local people one by one.

Of course, Jishiha doesn't think there's anything wrong with that.

As long as you can win this battle, it doesn't matter how many people die, let alone a bunch of untouchables who die.

"General Ji, the governor specially instructed that you are here and want me to serve in person."

It was Zhucheng County Ling Zhou Yun who spoke.

He approached with a smile on his face: "If General Ji has any orders, just say it, and the lower officials will definitely follow it." ”

Seeing a big man looking like a little daughter, Ji Xiha only felt a little disgusted, waved his hand and said, "General Ben knows, let's go down." ”

When Zhou Yun retreated, Ji Xiha opened the map and continued to draw in circles.

"After crossing Lushui, you can go straight to Jiaozhou. The main force of the thieves must be in the north, and this general will take you by surprise! ”

No one really thinks that a few flutters can shake the foundation of the Qing Dynasty, right? No way?

If there is, then it can only be said that these people are a group of frogs at the bottom of the well.

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