In the third southern expedition, Wakda, who had just taken office as the owner of the red flag banner, sent his nephew Luck Dehun to join the southern expedition army, and Jin Li was also under his command.

However, Jin Li was wrong, seeing that the vicious war was imminent, it was impossible for Luck Dehun to care which one was his own people, and the descendants of the Aixin Jueluo family still had this awareness.

Seeing Jin Li looking at himself with anxiety, Luck Dehun snorted and warned him, "Hmph, Jin Li, don't forget that this life of yours was left by Emperor Taizong when he remembered your surrender, otherwise you and your deputy Gao Hongzhong cowered in the battle of Phi Dao back then, resulting in the defeat of the former army, and they would have been condemned to death." In today's battle, there is no advance or retreat, I am invincible, if you dare to be careful, there will be no one to protect your life. ”

Jin Li's head and back are all sweating, it seems that it is inevitable to be a rafter as a head, and it is also chic and heroic, otherwise not only who makes people look flat, the whole family will be flattened.

"Hehe, Luck Dehun, I'm afraid you're too worried, Jin Li is a martial artist from the former Ming Dynasty! A battle with He Tengjiao's Changsha, but he beheaded the Ming general Yang Guodong, let's just ask Jin to seal him as a hereditary first-class, oh, the emperor's grace is mighty, Jin Li is brave, how can he be cowardly? Zilharang hurriedly stuffed a sweet date into his mouth, and buckled a certain high hat.

Jin Li gritted his teeth and went, can't he wait for the artillery to enter the gun position before launching a counterattack? Can't wait, can't let Zheng Jiajun gain a firm foothold after landing.

And Jin Li found out that the first thing that the Chaozong Sect had to face was not Lin Sheng, who landed from Ximakou to cover Zhang Mingzhen's strong attack on Guishan in Dingxi, but the artillery fire on Zheng Chenggong's hundreds of warships.

Zheng Chenggong's artillery fire has not stopped, seeing that the sect of the dynasty is wide open, and the Qing army wants to go out of the city, it is even more concentrated artillery fire to smash Jin Li's head as if he does not want money.

The Zheng family army has landed in Yugongji and Ximakou, and Jin Li is also red-eyed, if he does not rush up to fight with the Ming army at the fastest speed, his 5,000 men and horses will only wait outside the Chaozong Gate to be named by the cannons.

He pulled out the knife in front of his chest, his arms trembled slightly, his legs trembled, not only frightened, but also shocked by the cannon, and even the brim of his hat was crooked.

squeezed out the last bit of time to hesitate, and finally made a heart, look down on life and death, grit your teeth and close your eyes, and brave the enemy's artillery fire.

didn't run three steps away, and the deputy general Gao Hongzhong disappeared on the way to charge with a 'rattle', not even leaving a finger cover, fortunately, the rest were fast legs, and Jin Li almost crashed into Lin Sheng's arms with his eyes closed.

Finally rushed to the front of the Ming army, he sprinkled all the evil breath on Lin Sheng, Lin Sheng waited for the battle, the army looked neat, held his breath, until Jin Li pounced, Lin Sheng was also ruthless, the two armies were a fierce battle, and each did not give in.

"Look, that Ming army is interspersed in front of our eyes, it must be going to Turtle Mountain," Seeing Zhang Mingzhen's men and horses approaching the foot of Turtle Mountain, Luck's pupils shrank.

"What are you panicking about, kid," Zilharang was a little dissatisfied, "there is only one mountain road leading to Turtle Mountain, and it is Bei Zi Xihan who guards the mountain, and as soon as the cannon arrives, we will cut off his rear road, and then attack up and down, this Ming army is obviously sent to death." The more big the battle, the more you have to be calm and calm, think about it, if you weren't impetuous, if you didn't fall for Zhu Youlang's little trick to lure the enemy, how could you easily lose Wuchang City? ”

Jin Li and Lin Sheng fought viciously, Jin Li was on the offensive, and Lin Sheng, who had set up a good position, naturally suffered some losses, and suffered from the artillery fire of the Ming army from time to time while attacking, and the losses of men and horses were huge.

Fortunately, this Liaodong Han army has experienced a hundred battles, and its combat effectiveness is not comparable to that of this Ming army that was hastily formed in order to protect the family and defend the country.

Jin Li was crazy, personally brandished a big knife and charged at the front, and finally cut a hole in the Ming army, his eyes lit up, and with a wave of his big hand, he led the team to rush in.

Lin Sheng's military formation began to waver, and instead formed a grappling melee with Jin Li, which was what Jin Li wanted to see the most.

Zheng Chenggong on the warship smashed down with a heavy punch, the gap in combat effectiveness was obvious, he hated, Lin Sheng was his favorite general, and the men and horses in his department could be called capable of fighting, but they got mixed up with Jin Li when they took the lead, and they became confused.

"Urge the direction of Hanshui, solve the Qing army's naval division as soon as possible, and send a hundred more warships over!"

Once the Ming army cleared the Han River and the Qing Army, Chen Youlong could join Zheng Chenggong, and the next step was to gnaw the hardest bone, the Qing Army on the Yangtze River.

The Han Qing army only had the artillery fire on Turtle Mountain to rely on, and the firepower was not as dense as that on Hanyang City, and Zheng Hongkui could be called a water war master level existence, and he and Zheng Zhilong's brothers worked together to rob the fleets and merchant ships of Western friends at sea.

The Han River waterway is much narrower than the Yangtze River, and it is not suitable for large ships to fight, Zheng Hongkui concentrated artillery fire on the Turtle Mountain as soon as he came up, and then the small boats shuttled, and the ships collided, and within a stick of incense, they were mixed up with all the ships of the Qing Army's naval division.

When Xihan on Turtle Mountain woke up, the Ming army sailors had already boarded the springboard and boarded the Qing warship to meet each other in short combat.

Zheng Hongkui smiled evilly, clasped his hands to his chest and watched a good show, and said in his heart: Fighting a water war with Lao Tzu, you are not even worthy of an apprentice.

The artillery fire on Turtle Mountain didn't dare to open fire, I don't know who to fight, on the deck of my own battleship, there were more Zheng Jiajun than Qing troops.

Then turn the muzzle of the gun and hit Chen Youlong, but Chen Youlong has also opened his mind, although he is not good at water warfare, he knows how to learn.

Learning from Zheng Hongkui and starting to suppress the artillery fire of Guishan with a large ship, the small boat was interspersed with the same example, and set up a springboard to help Zheng Hongkui beat the Qing army.

This time the Qing army was even more miserable, all the heads and buttocks were beaten, and in less than an hour, there was no one to be seen on the deck, and almost all of them were huddled at the bottom to confront the Ming army on the deck.

Zheng Hongkui raised his hand and snapped his fingers crisply: set fire to the ship.

Just look at Zheng Jiajun began to pour from his own warship to the Qing army's warship, I don't know that they really want to put a celebration wine on the enemy ship, one jar after another of things, Xihan on the top of the mountain has never seen it, I don't know what Zheng Jiajun is doing.

It was too late to see clearly, and the Ming army sprinkled fierce fire oil on the deck of the Qing warship, and then one by one they trembled their shoulders and grinned as arsonists.

Lighting a cigarette in a chic manner, and then leaving a cool drop on his back, he waved his hand lightly, and did not forget to throw away the cigarette butt.

The raging fire was ignited, and Zheng Jiajun collected his sails and slid straight down the river to the battlefield.

Chen Youlong looked at it, "Oh yes, we can also learn this trick, put down the sails, clean up the fire sources on the deck, paddle to avoid the fireships of the Qing army, and enter the Yangtze River waterway." ’

(End of chapter)