The next day, the 10,000 rebels in front of the Yongping Valley selected the front camp and set up camp, and after sending three or five waves of probes, the army entered the valley one after another.

The Yongping Valley is long and narrow, the slopes are steep and the forests are dense, and the more than 10,000 elite Ming troops hidden in the mountains and forests on both sides did not attract the attention of the rebels.

In half a month, the flesh injury on Anji's buttocks was almost healed, and he rode steadily on the horse and prepared to pass this dangerous place as soon as possible.

A few bird calls came from time to time in the dense mountain forests on both sides, and the cold mountain wind blew through in winter, and the mountain forests swayed with the wind, and there was a sound of rustling.

"Let the back hurry up and get through this valley as soon as possible."

Although there was nothing unusual everywhere, and the horses had already been inspected, Anki, who had been in battle for a long time, still felt that something was wrong.

Glancing at the woods on both sides, Anki commanded again.

"Send someone to spread the word to King Liang and say that Xuan Feng has entered Yongping Valley, and the valley is narrow, so let King Liang be careful."

Soon several fast horses galloped to the rear, and from the front returned another fast horse.

"General, some of the scouts have left the valley and have not found anything abnormal, so they have specially ordered a villain to report to the general."

When Anji heard this, his heart suddenly relaxed a lot, but he still didn't dare to be completely reassured.

"The teams hurry up and get through this dangerous area as soon as possible."

Anji tightened the fur on his body, then lifted the reins, and took the lead in spending, and the banner of the selection of the strikers behind him also ran to follow, and then the speed of the whole team increased.

Zhu Xieyuan was in a hidden place not far away, watching this scene with full attention, and Lu Xiangsheng, Du Wenhuan and Qin Liangyu around him all set their eyes on him, waiting for him to give an order.

Zhu Xieyuan turned around and saw that all the generals were waiting for him, smiled slightly, casually beckoned a personal soldier, and gave the order to attack.

A handsome flag was erected in an instant, and then dozens of flags were suddenly added to the dense forests on both sides of the canyon, and almost at the same time, the sound of war drums of "dong dong dong" resounded throughout the canyon.

An Ji, who was riding a horse, almost fell off his horse, turned his head to look around, but saw that there were more than 10,000 soldiers of the Ming Army under the calm forest just now.

But before he could react, thousands of arrows flew over, and the familiar sound of fire rang in his ears.

The rebels were immediately in disarray, and the soldiers who could not find cover fled like headless flies, and even used the corpses of their fallen comrades to cover themselves with arrows.

The neighing of people and horses took less than a minute, and the originally neat marching columns had been completely disrupted.

Anji also turned over and dismounted under the persuasion of the guards, and under the protection of the guards, he was still desperately trying to gain control of this army.

Commanding the guards around him to retreat to a hidden place, and then ordered someone to erect his own flag, hoping that the surrounding sergeants would gather towards the flag.

Anji fought many battles with his father, winning and losing, and knew that when he was ambushed, he had to gather his team in order to have a chance to break through the encirclement and escape.

As soon as Anji put up the flag, sure enough, many sergeants began to gather under the general's flag, and the soldiers who were suddenly disrupted also began to gather together with rattan wooden shields to form a defensive line, and there was even a certain degree of counterattack.

No wonder it can sweep most of Guizhou in a month or two, and the Shuixi clan really still has some background. ’

Seeing that the disrupted rebels began to slowly calm down, Lu Xiangsheng frowned slightly.

"Herald!"

Lu Xiangsheng howled, and then a capable young man ran over.

"Tell Gu Yanwu to let a group shoot three salvos at that flag."

When the herald heard this, he rushed to the banner of the first regiment of the New Army, and it was not long before several shrill whistles sounded, and the sound of scattered firing suddenly stopped.

Twenty breaths later, a lengthy whistle sounded, and in a moment there was a "bang, bang, bang" volley of fire, and after another twenty breaths, another round.

After doing this three times, looking at the rebel flag at the bottom of the valley, there were not many soldiers standing, and the flag did not know where it fell.

The soldiers who had managed to gather together were broken up in an instant by three volleys.

This scene was all under the eyes of Zhu Xieyuan and the other three generals, and the eyes that looked at Lu Xiangsheng were different in an instant, especially Zhu Xieyuan, the condescending arrogance in his eyes before was completely gone.

Subsequently, under the continuous fire of the new army, it was difficult for the rebels to organize an effective counterattack, and in less than an hour, more than 10,000 rebel commanders were slaughtered in this canyon.

Of course, half of them were shot by the new army, but Lu Xiangsheng did not dare to take credit, because if there was no encirclement and persecution by the friendly troops of the nearly Wanming army, it would be impossible to annihilate these rebels in one fell swoop and prevent them from fleeing in all directions.

After annihilating more than 10,000 rebels, the Ming army hastily cleaned up the battlefield and did not stop long.

Of course, to clean up the battlefield so quickly, Zhu Xieyuan is indispensable to take out a few greedy ghosts to kill chickens and monkeys.

In the end, according to Lu Xiangsheng's proposal to kill the most enemies, the military merits and goods were divided equally, which made the disgruntled sergeants under Zhu Xieyuan, Du Wenhuan and Qin Liangyu stop.

Without stopping long, the Ming troops rushed to the next ambush site.

A gentle slope in the middle of the vast forest, an official road winds along the slope.

The Ming army, who had been ambushed in the surrounding dense forest, hurriedly ate lunch, and then seized the time to rest.

During the meal, the Ming army in the south was very interested in the sweet and crunchy biscuits and cold meat marinated in iron cans of the new army, and they were full of praise after tasting them.

Even Zhu Xieyuan, Du Wenhuan and Qin Liangyu all tasted one or two, and after learning that this was also invented by the Son of Heaven, their awe of the Son of Heaven deepened.

However, Zhu Xieyuan and others were only envious, and it was impossible to promote it in the army, and the sugar and salt used to make biscuits and cured meat alone were not something that a southern army like them could consume.

Lu Xiangsheng saw the eyes of Zhu Xieyuan and others, and naturally understood their thoughts, Zhu Youzhen once said when he was teaching martial arts students that in the near future, the people of the whole Ming Dynasty should be able to afford salt and sugar.

Moreover, in the Xishan Industrial Zone, the process of sugar production is being developed, although it has not yet succeeded, but according to Lu Xiangsheng's understanding of the Son of Heaven, this is certainly not a problem.

Thinking of this, Lu Xiangsheng smiled and didn't speak, maybe in the near future, the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty will be able to eat biscuits and luncheon meat.

For the names of biscuits and luncheon meat, Lu Xiangsheng, who was born in Jinshi, refused at first, and gave several quite cultured names for this, but Zhu Youzhen decided to call these two names, and Lu Xiangsheng had to obey.

Although the name is not very good, the biscuits and luncheon meat still taste good, and they are easy to carry and do not deteriorate for a long time, which is an excellent ration for the march.

According to the Son of Heaven, the energy contained in it is far greater than the same quality of rice and flatbread, which can replenish the physical strength of the front-line soldiers faster.

When the accompanying Ming army was still eating tasteless and unpalatable rice balls, the satisfaction brought by the soldiers of the new army with a bite of biscuits and a bite of luncheon meat was naturally incomparable, and it was no wonder that the Ming soldiers in the same country were greedy.

After a simple lunch and a short rest in place, a few horse scouts entered the field of vision of the officers and soldiers.