The morning sun rose, the cold north wind was whistling, the west entrance of Suide, the war drums of the officers and soldiers were beating, the footsteps of the fire commander archers were sonorous, the armor leaves were roaring, and the teams ran forward one by one. The tiger cannon was placed in front of the queue, the soldiers shouted and shouted, and placed barrels of gunpowder behind the cannon, groups of gunner auxiliaries ran back and forth, constantly pouring gunpowder into the muzzle, tamping it with wooden sticks, loading the projectiles, and began to adjust the angle of the muzzle.

The ladders that were made overnight, did not have time to cut the branches, and with rough angular branches, they were erected by the infantry one by one, and the sword and shield soldiers, and the city climbers were nervous with the swords and shields in their hands, ready to climb the city at any time, and give a decisive blow to the enemy who blocked their advance and made a fortune.

Guo Weiquan rode on a horse, standing behind the military formation, his face was solemn, there was no invitation to fight, no persuasion to surrender, only death battle.

Guo Weiquan has already seen the morale of this rogue's equipment and the strong fighting spirit contained in it, these poles have never been seen before, for such an opponent, what can he exchange with him? No, nothing, Guo Weiquan sometimes thinks to himself, if this pole is his own subordinates, how good it would be to be under his own command? So, can those Mongol Tatars still be unscrupulous in the border areas under such a strong army? So can those Tartars still and dare to whizz in front of themselves?

The injustice of fate is here, although his subordinates are for the court, and they have no regrets about fighting to the death for this Ming Dynasty, but, look at their own treatment, in addition to hunger and cold, in addition to being unclothed, what else? Nothing, spilled blood, gave up life, for this court, for that high emperor, but what he got was the suppression of the civil ministers, the contempt of the world, and the hunger after hunger.

Now it's okay, it can be seen from the equipment and physical condition of the opposite pole, what the colleagues of the praise painting said is true, this gang of poles is really full of soldiers, now, the front is his money and food, as long as he defeats him, then he can get a rich reward, as long as he defeats them and captures their money and food, he can let his brother have a good year, when this result appears in his mind, he begins to mourn, when to start, his dignified border army, The absolute Great Wall guarantee of the Ming Dynasty has been mixed up to such a point? To survive the winter by robbing the thieves of their food, grass and silver?

Now, why the war? It's not to defend the country, it's not for the sake of righteousness and majesty, it's just that it's just to live and meet the same kind of soldiers of the same race and clan as oneself, whose fault is it? I can't tell it, it's just that you have what I need and what I want to live, that's all.

Giving up the sad mind and doing the current thing well, this is Guo Weiquan's choice in desperation, in the face of the low, urgently built wooden defensive cottage, in the face of the desperate poor people there, he has no choice but to live and die.

Well, for my survival, let's fight.

The simple fortress with a large wooden hastily built by the noodle team is a joke in the eyes of the praise painting, look at the strict spears on the fort, the flying Hongying, but a momentum, seven thousand against one thousand, according to the art of war in the book, surrounded is, where do you really want to fight? This is the condition under which the literati view the soldiers.

"Headquarters, we divided our troops, surrounded this fortress, mainly by feints, the army passed quickly, caught up with the old camp of the scurrying pole, and the rest was just a massacre." Zanhua said.

Guo Weiquan couldn't help but disdain, he was still a scholar, where did he still have real ability? The method is very good, but it depends on what it is, a thousand spearmen have defeated the elite of my three thousand elites, so how much does my army need to surround them? Once our army has passed, and those poles have cut off our back road, how can the transportation of grain and grass continue? Thousands of officers and soldiers fought starvingly against thieves who clearly showed their strength, and there was only one result - a crushing defeat.

Now there is only one way to give yourself, to lay this Xikou fort and clear your own back road.

"Chinese army, give orders, attack—" Guo Weiquan was too lazy to know anything about military affairs with this team, and waved his hand to order.

The drums of war rumbled, and the first and most tragic battle in the history of the Black Tiger Army began.

Zhao Dahai got the report early, and the official army came.

The official army came in his own expectations, but fortunately, yesterday's battle shocked the enemy's courage, so that the originally imposing border army involuntarily slowed down and gave himself time to build a fortress, which is really God's care.

There was no shortage of giant trees on the mountain, no shortage of stones in the river valley, and with the support of the 500 men of the baggage battalion, and under the hassle of 1,800 brothers day and night, a fortress that was low but absolutely strong was instantly established in this not wide river valley.

When the first rays of sunlight pierced the river valley from the Maoliang of Dongshan, Zhao Dahai saw the banner of the official army, followed by the banner of the boundless border army.

When the Huzun cannon of the border army was erected, Zhao Dahai took a deep breath and shouted to the brothers who were already waiting for him: "Do you still remember your oath? ”

"For the fathers and elders behind him, he will fight to the death."

"Do you remember the military orders of the military division?"

"Defend for three days, fight until every soldier is killed."

"Okay, I didn't say much, now, now, let's fulfill our oath and die here." When he said this, Zhao Dahai actually felt that there was infinite passion and infinite heroism in his heart.

In fact, I am really worthy of my stupid brother, in fact, I used to have selfishness, but these selfishness are for that stupid brother, for this reason, I know that I have been criticized by many people, and I have been misunderstood by many people, but as long as I am worthy of myself and my righteousness, then I will fight to the death here, not for any cottage, not for what to follow the people, but for my stupid brother who trusts himself without limits.

Of course, there is a way out, but not now, that is in the future, and I hope that my performance in this battle will impress many people, not only for his brothers, but also for the officers and soldiers.

"Fight to the death."

The hunting battle flag is stretched out in the whistling north wind, and a big word on the battle flag is particularly dazzling, if there is a next step, I will spread it for my stupid brother, and at that time, the wisdom of the brother plus his own bravery, where can I not go in this world?

As a red flag fell in the official array, the black muzzle of the Huzun cannon in front of the official army array erupted a burst of white smoke, followed by an earth-shattering series of loud noises.

"Get down, get down." Zhao Dahai was born in the official army, knew the situation at this time, and ran back and forth above the fortress and shouted loudly.

A screech that suppressed the cold wind and howled, tearing through the icy air, whistled and roared.

Hundreds of stone shells whizzed overhead, and immediately, they fell to the ground in front of and behind the fortress.

The far ones flew over everyone's heads, and the close ones smashed down on the frozen ground in front of the fortress, smashing the iron-like frozen soil into a large crater, and those stone eggs immediately shattered into tens of thousands of pieces, scattering with the screams of death.

There were not many stone bullets on the fortress, but the huge impact immediately caused the huge wood chips that stood in front of the sergeant's eyes to fly, and the wood chips and stone chips flew together, and the brother who was hiding was hit by the wood chips and stone chips, and howled miserably.

"Don't be afraid, keep your body down, hold steady, hold steady." Zhao Dahai ran back and forth with the stone bullets in all directions, constantly shouting and appeasing, and the bullets pressed the soldiers who became panicked.

Yesterday's big victory in the first battle encouraged the emotions of the spearmen brothers, thinking that the border army was nothing more than that, but now what is in front of him is the strength of the real border army, firearms, which have been equipped in a large area in the Ming Dynasty.

After a round of stone bullets, the fortress made of giant wood immediately became full of holes.

The red flag of the official and military array fell again, and another puff of white smoke flew up, and another life-threatening scream rushed to the face.

At this time, some timid spearmen were frightened by this thrilling scream, and this shock was no longer the feeling of face-to-face fighting.

Now the face-to-face fight is almost a demonstration of the absolute superiority of the Black Tiger Army, which is simply a slaughter on the one hand, but now it is a one-sided slaughter carried out by the other party on its own side, and there is absolutely no power to fight back, which psychology has no fear and shock, killing and waiting to be killed are definitely two concepts.

A soldier suddenly dropped the spear in his hand, howled meaningless syllables, and jumped under the fortress city, his jump, which drove the panic of the soldiers around him, and the soldiers holding the spear began to look left and right in horror, and the army's heart was shaken.

Zhao Dahai was startled, his eyes were red at that time, and he shouted at that time: "Geng Kui, sergeant of the prison, cut down that seed." ”

Before Zhao Dahai's words fell, a sergeant of the prison had already jumped up and cut off the head of the deserter with a single sword, cleanly.

In the shock of everyone, the prison sergeant Li Suo lifted the human head, ran along the low wall of the fortress, and shouted hoarsely as he ran: "Three disciplines and eight points of attention, strictly abide by it, the military advisor strictly orders, you retreat, your brother behind you kill, your brother retreats, I kill him, I retreat, the prison sergeant kills him, the whole army retreats - the people kill him." ”

Another screech of cannonballs rang out, smashing down on the fortress in front of and behind it, and also on top of the fortress, and the sawdust and stones flew in a frenzy of muffled screams.

The sergeant was running and shouting, when he was hit by a stone bullet, and the entire first half of his life immediately turned into a burst of flesh and sewage and flew in all directions.

But his posture was still straight, and his hands still held high the head of the coward he had cut off.

The infinite contrast between cowardice and strength shocked all the brothers. The blood mist flying from the heads of the steadfast prison sergeants and warriors, the severed heads of the cowards raised high and firmly, and the shouts of reaffirmation of military discipline still echoed, this scene made all the brothers who were waiting for the battle begin to clench the spears in their hands in this scene, tense their nerves, and in the flying sawdust and stones, they closed their lips and gritted their teeth, not because of fear, but because of responsibility.

For the fathers and elders behind him, he will not retreat from the fight to the death.