The heavy snowfall in mid-February was more like the dying throes of a dying person, and after more than half a month of precipitation, the snow had already melted and the roads began to become walkable.

In the martial arts arena of Jinzhou City, tens of thousands of troops stood on the spot like a benchmark, everyone had perseverance on their faces, their eyes looked directly at the handsome flag in front of them, and the flags around them fluttered slowly in the breeze.

Zu Dashou, who was dressed in armor, walked majestically to the high platform in front of the army, staring at the army below with blazing eyes.

The stabbing sound of the sword rubbing against the scabbard thought of the entire martial arts arena, Zu Dashou pointed the sword in his right hand at a 45-degree angle to the sky, and there was a high-pitched voice in his voice.

"Raising troops for a thousand days is used for a while, and today, the army is on the march."

With Zu Dashou's order, tens of thousands of troops flew the weapons in their hands and shouted loudly. The deafening sound spread throughout Jinzhou City, attracting countless pedestrians. And in the shadows, there are countless people who weep silently, and their sons and husbands are part of this cry.

The general died in a hundred battles, and the strong man returned in ten years. I don't know how many wives have lost their husbands, parents have lost their sons, and children have lost their fathers, but no one can stop this.

People who have not experienced it will never be able to understand the psychology of the person concerned, as people who have lived in Liaodong for generations, Jiannu is a demon in their hearts, and their families are more or less the souls of Jiannu's sword. If you want to say who hates Jiannu the most in the entire Ming Dynasty, there is no one more than this group of people.

According to historical records, before Nurhachi raised an army, there were 5 million Han people living here in the entire Ming Dynasty in Liaodong, but after a few decades of war, there were less than 500,000 people here. With such a family hatred and hatred of the country, how can it not be remembered by the people of Liaodong.

On a muddy road, countless Ming soldiers were stepping on the mud and slowly moving forward. My feet were stuck in the mud, so I had to exert all my strength every time I lifted them.

In front of the army, 20 miles away, a waiting force led by Wu Sangui was closely investigating the situation for four weeks to prevent the sneak attack of the Jiannu army.

The quiet road not only made it impossible for ordinary infantry to march, but even Wu Sangui, who was riding on a war horse, felt that the old cow was stuck in a quagmire and couldn't solve the problem at this time.

After two days of marching and hurrying, the boring life made Wu Sangui feel that war did not seem to be a fun thing for a while.

Wu Sangui's whole person was like a puddle of mud, prostrate on his horse, his eyes looking aimlessly at 4 weeks.

As for some of the scouts around, they seemed to be ignoring Wu Sangui's appearance. If this had been put on those who had no background, they would have been whipped a long time ago.

"My lord, I found a small village of Jiannu ahead."

A group of fast horses rushed to Wu Sangui from afar, with a hint of excitement on their faces. Thanks to Zu Dashou's position as a general, Wu Sangui had just joined the army and obtained the military position of 100 households, which made countless people blush. As for Wu Sangui, his interest suddenly increased at this time, and he hurriedly asked.

"How many people are in the village, and have there been any troops who have found Jiannu".

As for the surrounding waiting troops, they all looked like they were gearing up to do a big job.

"Well, it's not true, it's just some old and weak women and children."

The scout scratched his head a little, not knowing what to say to Wu Sangui.

Hearing that there were no Jiannu people, Wu Sangui's spirit suddenly relaxed again. I thought I could have a fight with Jiannu and show my might, but what is the use of some women, children and old people.

Wu Sangui showed a bad look, but he scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously at the waiting troops around him.

For the service troops who go out all year round, the discovery of a small village means that their time to make extra money has come. The result is good, now my adults actually look interested in chatting, how not to let everyone have some scheming. Everyone couldn't help but look at a middle-aged man with a beard next to Wu Sangui.

Xiong Jiacai is the old man under Zu Dashou, and it is because of the perennial qualifications that Zu Dashou is relieved to arrange his nephew to serve in this army.

The Xiong family saw everyone's eyes and looked at themselves one after another. They are all people who have lived together for a long time, and they know what kind of they pull when they pout, and Xiong Jiacai, who knows what everyone thinks, waved his hand to signal everyone to be restless, and he saluted Wu Sangui with his fists.

"My lord, although the village in front is only the old and weak women and children of Jiannu, maybe they can't fight in this way, but it is still easy to pass on some news, for the sake of the stability of the army's march, such a village must be eliminated quickly."

Although Wu Sangui has always grown up in the army, after all, he has not experienced the scene of death and blood on the battlefield, and only thinks that war is just a drill on the basketball court. Xiong Jiacai, as an old man in the army, naturally has the obligation to teach, not to mention that Zu Dashou personally let him talk more about his experience on the battlefield when he was fine, and gave it to Wu Sangui to save his life. Of course, the most important thing is to make extra money, after all, the landlord's family has no surplus grain.

"Okay, Uncle Bear".

Wu Sangui also seemed to have received Zu Dashou's request, and when he saw the Xiong family, he could only nod silently.

In fact, Wu Sangui himself knows everyone's thoughts, but compared to the murder of women, children and the elderly, Wu Sangui, who has always been familiar with military books and the righteousness of the Spring and Autumn Period, is a little unable to do it.

With Wu Sangui's agreement, the hundreds of scouts suddenly let out a long howl, and one by one they waved their horsewhips and marched in the direction where they found the village.

Only three or four miles away, there was a depression, and in the middle of the depression were hundreds of families scattered.

At this time, a faint smoke drifted over the village, and the sound of chickens and dogs barking one after another. In the middle of the village, a dozen children of seven or eight years old were playing in front of the door, and from time to time they let out a brass bell-like laugh.

Next to the group of children sat an old man in his fifties and sixties. At this time, he was looking at the children who were playing with a harmonious face, and there was a nostalgic look in his eyes, as if he was nostalgic for the childhood happiness of his youth.

The scout troops hidden in the shadows looked at the scene of harmony in the depression, and everyone looked at each other with cruel smiles.

In order to prevent the grass from startling the snakes, when everyone was still some distance from the village, they quietly dismounted and came on foot, wanting to see the specific situation of the village and facilitate the subsequent assault.

Now that this scene has been seen, everyone has retreated. After walking for more than 10 minutes, I came to a hidden place, where hundreds of war horses were standing quietly gnawing on the dead grass on the ground. And next to hundreds of batches of war horses, Wu Sangui, who was flushed, was arguing with Xiong Jiacai.

"Uncle Xiong, I'm here to join the army to fight, not to watch the scenery from the side, what do you mean by not letting me charge together"?

After listening for a while, everyone realized that the Xiong family was afraid that Wu Sangui would be injured and did not allow Wu Sangui to follow him and the others to act together.

In fact, this is understandable, after all, Wu Sangui is not an ordinary person, if this is on his own body, it is impossible for him to let Wu Sangui charge into battle, after all, this battlefield sword has no eyes, and he really wants to hurt himself, but his life is difficult to protect.

"Lord Xiong, the little general will inevitably charge into battle and lead the troops in the future, and you can protect him for a while.

What's more, the brothers have already investigated, and there are indeed no young people in the village, but some old and weak women and children. What's more, there are also our brothers, is it possible that our hundreds of people can't protect the little general."

Although Xiong Jiacai is reluctant in his heart, he is right to think about it, the eagle always wants to soar in the sky by himself, and he has been so protective, after a big war, he has not increased his experience, and he will not be a novice in the future.

As for Wu Sangui, when he heard the waiter's words, he couldn't help but pout, thinking that he didn't need everyone's protection, but he didn't dare to say it, for fear that as soon as he said it, the Xiong family would not let himself charge.

"Well, when the little general charges for a while, you must always be in my sight, and you will not be allowed to mess around. If I am really injured, I will not be able to explain it to General Zu, and you can be considerate and considerate of me."

Although Xiong Jiacai agreed to Wu Sangui, he also put forward some requirements, and even played the emotional card.

Wu Sangui naturally agreed, but he was thinking about how to escape from Xiong Jiacai's sight.

Seeing that the matter had been arranged, everyone got on their horses and drew their swords, and for a while the air seemed to be filled with war intent.