Under the heavy reward, there will be brave men!

The efficiency of Xiaqiudong is even faster than Xu Changqing thought, at the beginning of the morning, the sky is just bright, and the news in Xiaqiudong is coming back, it can already be determined that there is a passage in the tomb that can lead to the position of the white flag at this time, and it is more than ten meters underground.

And this cemetery is not only a tomb of the Yuan Dynasty, but also a tomb within a tomb, below these tombs of the Yuan Dynasty, there is a tomb of the Tang Dynasty, buried with a person at least the level of the envoy of the festival, and there is a passage to go elsewhere, but now the time is limited, and they have not had time to explore in summer, autumn and winter.

Xu Changqing was also overjoyed when he heard this, and immediately personally took people down to the ground to check.

The canals have all been sealed, and it is impossible for the Qing army to notice them when they go through them.

Soon, Xu Changqing and his entourage came to a large tomb of more than 100 square meters, just like a dungeon, surrounded by many passages, and at this time, this large tomb is a transportation hub.

Xu Changqing didn't know much about these things, but through the murals on the walls, Xu Changqing could also see that this should be the tomb of the Mongols of the Yuan Dynasty, but there seemed to be something wrong.

Xia Qiudong was very clever, and hurriedly explained to Xu Changqing: "Dashuai, this tomb looks like a trace of the Mongols, but it is actually the handwriting of the Tang people. During the Tang Dynasty, the country was rich and the people were strong, and this kind of tomb project was often to move mountains and reclaim the sea! And when it comes to Meng Yuan, the dog Tatars don't treat us Han people as human beings, and we Han people are not stupid, there are a lot of things that fool people.

However, this Mongolian prince should be about the same identity as the Manchu Red Belt, this is a good cave, but not a treasure cave, I am afraid he should not be too rich at that time, and he does not want to lose face, so he will choose this kind of tomb in the tomb. ”

Li Qilang scratched his head and said, "Master Xia, don't our ancestors pay attention to entering the soil for peace?" Aren't they afraid of retribution for future generations? ”

Seeing that Xu Changqing's pro-soldier Li Qilang began to call him 'Xia Ye', Xia Qiudong was also in good spirits, and explained in more detail:

"Master Li, it's true that you're so exquisite, but we Han people, how many years have we been, where is the loess not buried? Where did they get so many good holes and treasures for them to bury? Don't look at the graves of Chenjiazhuang are on the hill in the west, but there are graves around us, but the descendants don't know where to go. ”

Xu Changqing nodded slowly, and the surrounding soldiers couldn't stop talking in a low voice.

With the size of China and the 5,000-year-old civilization, the princes and grandsons are like the stars in the sky, which are too many to count, not to mention the mustard-like common people.

This area of Jingshi has become the heart of the heart, although it is from the Yuan Dynasty to really get up, but the ancestors of Manchuria, the Jurchens, were active here, and this kind of thing is like a carp crossing the river.

The way of Feng Shui in Huaguo is still the same in the end!

Big feng shui, small feng shui, big connoisseurs can see it, small connoisseurs may not be able to see it, but there is a difference in accuracy and control.

The prince and grandson set up the tomb in a feng shui treasure land to strictly guard it, but after the passage of time, no one guards the tomb, who cares about this?

It's nothing more than the princes and grandchildren buried a little deeper, and the common people buried a little shallower, and everyone is in a piece of soil.

"Lao Xia, according to this, under the white flag camp, including the surrounding Tartar camps, it is basically empty? The Tartars have discovered that we are digging tunnels, and there is no way they will not listen to them! ”

Xu Changqing looked at Xiaqiudong.

Xia Qiudong heard Xu Changqing directly call him 'Lao Xia', and his mood couldn't help but be better, and he hurriedly said: "Dashuai, you don't have to worry. If there were only the tombs of these powerful people, they would be able to find clues very easily, but with these cheap graves of ordinary people mixed around, it would be impossible to find the problem unless they dug up the ground.

Moreover, these tombs are based on this Tang Dynasty tomb as the core, the main body of the Tang Dynasty curtain is the mountain around us, leading to the surroundings, there are only a few roads and robbery holes, unless there are big experts in the Tartar array, there should be no problem, and the humble position is willing to guarantee the head of the item! ”

"Okay, Lao Xia, I'll leave this matter to you, be sure to figure out this underground in the shortest possible time!"

Xu Changqing patted Xia Qiudong's shoulder vigorously again.

"Dare not to die for the handsome!"

……

With this strange tomb in the tomb as a support, Xu Changqing's confidence is also a lot more abundant.

After breakfast, Xu Changqing came to the command platform to carefully observe the Qing army camp, and sure enough, he found that they had several facilities to monitor the tunnels, but they did not find any problems.

Xu Changqing also began to be patient, waiting for the underground fortification diagram to come out with peace of mind.

At the same time, Xu Changqing is also secretly thinking in his heart, in the future, he will really have to gather some talents from all walks of life, many things, which look humble in ordinary times, but when it comes to a critical time, they can save lives!

"Catch these Nikans!"

"Don't let these crumbs run away!"

"Whoosh, whoosh......"

The main forces of the Model Army and the Qing Army have not moved, but from dawn, the battle between the peripheral nights has never stopped.

In particular, the royal courtiers kept trying to break through the Qing army's defense line, passing the news from the outside to Xu Changqing, and launched a bloody battle around the Qing army's camp.

In the morning, at least twenty or thirty royal courtiers were cut off by the Tartars at night.

But the Tartars didn't take much advantage either.

The literacy of these nights under the command of Wang Tingchen in field warfare is still quite good, and the minions of the Han military banner are basically in a flat state, and some good hands can be slightly suppressed.

If it weren't for the good players in Manchuria, they would basically be able to remain in a one-for-one state.

But even if it is one for one, Xu Changqing also understands that this is by no means something that Wang Tingchen can bear.

And the reason why he is so desperate actually means that there must be no action on the main side of the Ming army.

is similar to Xu Changqing's prediction, at this time, although Pinggu City has several military discussions a day, morning, noon and evening, it still hasn't been able to figure out the reason.

Including Wu Sangui, the earth-shattering sound of mouth cannons blowing one by one, but if you really want to send troops, it is impossible......

Everyone is waiting and watching, and they are ready to run away!

Night is falling.

It was another more than an hour of unproductive biting and abuse.

It's like a battlefield after the war, in the somewhat chaotic official hall, Hong Chengchou seems to be much older, full of white frost, rubbing his temples extremely tired, looking at the huge map.

At this time, the forward of the Tang Tong Department had already arrived in Pinggu, Wang Pu of the Western Front was also approaching the Beijing Division, Bai Guangen of Jizhen wanted to maintain the back of the Qing army, Ding Qirui and Sun Chuanting were still working with the thieves in Shaanxi, and the soldiers who could be drawn by the Ming Dynasty at this time had basically arrived.

It's a pity that no one wants to be this up-and-coming bird!

It's him Hong Chengchou, why doesn't he have the intention of preserving himself?

This makes all the focus still focus on Xu Changqing!

If Xu Changqing and the model army are not destroyed, this battle will still be fought, but if it is the opposite, the situation in the Ming Dynasty will collapse completely, and these thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are like the back garden of the Tartars......

"What the hell should I do......"

Hong Chengchou let out a long sigh, but he still couldn't find a clue.

……

sub-hours.

The starry sky is like a waterfall, and the starry sky is dazzling.

The model army position had been digging for several hours, and more than a dozen 'water canals' had been dug in the northern area of the position, but they had always remained within a range of about two miles of the position, and it was impossible to threaten the Qing army camp at all.

Qing army camp.

Zilharang stood on a watchtower, sipping the wine in the jug somewhat comfortably, relaxed and happy.

When he first started to be on duty tonight, he was still very nervous, for fear that Xu Changqing would make a surprise attack and make him uneasy.

But after a few hours passed, and after carefully observing the fortifications of the Model Army, the old and spicy Zierharang could already conclude that Xu Changqing was completely bluffing!

This is not an authentic thing at all, but a fortification!

However, even if Xu Changqing repaired these fortifications like a fortified city, what could it be? How many days will their food and grass last?

If it weren't for the fact that the environment didn't allow it at this time, Zilharang would have to sing a little song comfortably.

"Hehe, hehe, Xu Changqing, this king wants to see if you can last a few more days! When the time comes, see how this king cleans you up! ”

Zilharang leaned comfortably on the railing, as if he had seen Xu Changqing kneeling and begging for mercy.

And just when Zilharang was enjoying life, in the underground more than ten meters below him, hundreds of model soldiers had already been busy for more than an hour.

This is a wet and permeable corridor, and the rainwater and the abundant groundwater in this area have already formed a muddy soup ten or twenty centimeters deep in the corridor, which is cold and smelly.

But none of these model army sons and daughters care!

They were all wearing leather boots and heavy masks, and they relayed the explosives one by one to the 'cannon hole' that was carefully dug up by the sappers in Xia Qiudong and the sappers in front.

In this moment's work, they have already stuffed almost 200 explosive packets into more than a dozen cannon holes.

Against the backdrop of the firelight, these cannon holes are continuous, like the stars in this corridor.

This is also the blasting site that Xu Changqing personally chose after the map was drawn, and on it was the stable with the white flag battle array!

There are 30,000 or 40,000 horses!

And not far from the door is their horse stockpile!

This project is no easy task.

Many sappers were sweating and laying fuses, and even though it was extremely cold in the tunnel, the sappers seemed to have just been fished out of the water.

After all, it's only the early 17th century, and the level of the tech tree is here.

These dozen blasting points are more than 100 meters together, and it is by no means a simple task to ignite all the explosives in them and exert the maximum effect.

Even if the Model Army uses a lot of black in these explosives packs. Gunpowder, explosive power, to do this, you still need a very delicate balance!

After accurate calculations, it is necessary to ensure the accuracy of the fuse, to ensure that the fuse of more than a dozen blast holes, burns at the same time, and explodes at the same time, so as to achieve the maximum effect!

And the old fritter in Xiaqiudong has determined the location of a large horse stockpile of the Qing army through his unique secret skills, and dug it up, and buried a large amount of gunpowder in it.

All of this must be converging into one main fuse, at the same time!

"Boom!"

Maybe God is also helping the model army, just when the sons and daughters finished the general fuse structure, the roar of huge thunder actually sounded in the sky, and it seemed that it was going to rain.

However, the clouds are a little far away, and even if it rains here, it is estimated that it will not rain much.

"Fuck it, what the hell is this weather! Hey, do you all want to rebel? No matter how restless they are, no one will want to eat! ”

In the stable, a Han army flag wrapper who fed the horses was napping, leaning on the depths of the stable and being comfortable, after being awakened by the thunder, looking at the restless horses in the stable, he immediately scolded unpleasantly.

Although the Qing army's war system was not as clear and detailed as the Ming army, the degree of execution was by no means comparable to that of the Ming army.

In the stable with white flags, there are hundreds of horsemen alone, including Mongolians and Han Chinese, all of whom are good at watching and feeding horses, and everyone's division of labor is very clear.

As the old saying goes: "Horses have regrets, and people have regrets." ”

The perception of horses, especially war horses, is quite keen.

However, at this time, the Han army flag wrapper obviously didn't think too much, and thought that the war horse was afraid of thunder, so he scolded and roared, then took off his pants and leaned behind a handsome mare......