Thinking of the imperial court's differential treatment of the Dongjiang Army and the Guanning Army, Mao Wenlong was full of resentment.

In the same face of Houjin, the Dongjiang Army also needed supplies of soldiers, food and ordnance.

But these urgently needed supplies, the imperial court allocated too little to the Dongjiang army.

Soldiers: Except for Wang Huazhen's period, when the imperial court transferred more than 1,000 people to the Dongjiang Army, everyone else was recruited by Mao Wenlong from Liaodong himself.

Salary: The imperial court gave the Dongjiang Army a fixed establishment of 50,000 people, but the food and salary have always been issued at 20,000 people. As for the 20,000 people's salaries, they often have to be deducted a little more in the distribution.

As for ordnance, the Dongjiang army was even more lacking.

Just like the 1,000 defenders of Iron Mountain City, the weapons are not complete, and many soldiers still use hunting knives and hunting forks. Except for a small number of guns, there is no cannon.

As for the armor, not to mention the iron armor, it is cotton armor, and the total number of Iron Mountain defenders is less than 50 pairs.

In the entire Dongjiang Army, except for Mao Wenlong's guards, which are barely in armor, the other troops are not pitiful with less armor.

And even if there is a small amount of poor armor, most of it is not allocated by the imperial court, but it was snatched by the Dongjiang Army from Houjin.

Compared with the imperial court's allocation of the Guanning Army in Liaoxi, the Dongjiang Army is really not even as good as a Huazi.

The lack of food and salaries and the incomplete armor and soldiers made Mao Wenlong have the confidence to confront the Houjin Eight Banners head-on.

The imperial court treated it so excessively, which made Mao Wenlong not feel angry.

Now, as far as the imperial court gave such a broken iron mountain capital, he wants to tie Mao Youjun, Mao Wenlong's most optimistic grandson, to death in the iron mountain.

Mao Wenlong is really unwilling.

"Youjun ......"

I really don't want to give up Mao Youjun like this, Mao Wenlong still wants to persuade one or two more.

"Dashuai,"

Mao Youjun, who was kneeling on the ground, knocked his head heavily, and shouted loudly with some emotion: "Handsome, grandson, thank you for your attention, but grandson really has to stay."

Dashuai, do you think, if your grandson, the Iron Mountain Division, is gone, will there be a little hope for Iron Mountain to hold on?

It's enough for Tieshan to have grandchildren, Dashuai, you can go quickly.

The Dongjiang Army can't have a grandson, but it can't do without you! ”

Glancing at the sky outside the house, Mao Wenlong helped Mao Youjun up from the ground with both hands.

Looking at Mao Youjun's excited young face, Mao Wenlong asked softly: "Youjun, do you know that once you choose to stay, Tieshan may be your burial place?" ”

Nodding firmly, Mao Youjun said categorically: "Marshal, how can I have a man in the Dongjiang Army who is afraid of death." ”

"Good, good."

Patting Mao Youjun on the shoulder twice, Mao Wenlong made up his mind in his heart.

Since Mao Youjun is bent on staying in Tieshan City, Mao Wenlong will no longer choose others.

"Mao Youjun, since you have this benevolent heart, then this handsome will fulfill you."

Mao Wenlong looked at Mao Youjun fixedly, as if he wanted to keep his young face firmly in his heart.

After staring for a moment, Mao Wenlong handed the sword he held tightly in his hand to Mao Youjun. Mao Wenlong's voice was a little hoarse and he roared loudly: "Mao Youjun, from this moment on, you will take over the defense of the entire Iron Mountain City." If anyone dares to disobey, you can slash him with the sword of your commander. ”

On the mountain road

"Take a break for tea."

Looking at the soldiers behind him who were already showing exhaustion, even if Dreg was unwilling, he could only order a short rest.

The spies have returned, and there are a few more miles ahead to turn out of the mountain pass.

According to the description of the Korean guide, you can see Tieshan Castle after walking 5 or 6 miles from the mountain pass. The road up the Shuojiang River is finally coming to an end.

It's already so close to Iron Mountain City, and it is possible to run into the Ming army patrolling Iron Mountain at any time. If you don't let the soldiers rest for a while, they will recuperate their physical strength; Once they encounter the enemy, the soldiers who are too tired will definitely suffer a big loss.

Although he has always looked down on Ming Zhu's combat power, the taboo of this battle, Dreger who has fought an old battle still keeps it in mind.

Looking at the soldiers who were staggering all over the place after resting, Dregg couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

As soon as the old Khan was gone, the soldier's heart was also a little scattered.

I think that when the old Khan was there, the Zhenghuang Banner was directly under the jurisdiction of the old Khan, and when did the soldiers not exude an arrogant atmosphere.

Old Khan has only been gone for more than a month, and the yellow flag has also become a white flag.

Although the people are still those people, after changing the banner with the white flag, Dregg obviously feels that not only these ordinary soldiers, but also the elite soldiers he brought, the original aura is gone.

Without the old Khan, there would only be more blood and victories to awaken the pride of the soldiers.

Alas, I hope that after this battle, the soldiers will be able to regain their original strength.

Dreger muttered silently in his heart.

"Bang, bang."

With the sound of the bowstring vibrating, several feathered arrows were shot out of the field.

At the sound of the bowstring, Dregg fell to the ground with swift movements. While dodging the feather arrows, he also shouted loudly: "Enemy attack." ”

The post-Jin soldier who sat on the ground did not have the high vigilance of Dreger, nor did he have the same good skills.

Amid the screams, several soldiers fell to the ground with arrows. The Houjin camp couldn't help but be in chaos.

Prone on the ground, Dreger clenched his bow and arrows, carefully identifying the direction of the arrows.

The incident happened suddenly, and Raudlegh was the best of the White Fang soldiers, and he couldn't tell where the other party was hiding in the first place.

However, as long as the opponent fires the arrow again, he will definitely find the opponent's exact location. Dreg is confident in this.

"Little thief, come on, I'm waiting for you."

Half a bowstring, ready to shoot the sharp arrow in his hand, a sinister smile appeared at the corner of Dreg's mouth.

A stick of incense time has passed.

The smirk had long since frozen at the corner of Dreg's mouth.

Draeger's expected re-attack never returned.

Dregbai waited.

It wasn't until the rioting soldiers regained their composure and regrouped into battle formation that Dregg finally confirmed that the attackers might have gone.

"These cowardly pigs are afraid of death."

Dregliso got up from the ground, cursing in a low voice.

His eyes swept over the soldiers who were screaming in a pool of blood, and Dreger felt irritated in his heart.

The ambusher fired a total of five arrows, all but the one that was aimed at him Dreg, and the other four hit the target.

5 arrows and 4 hits, 2 killed and 2 wounded.

Judging from this result, the ambusher's arrows were still very accurate.

"Go, search."

After taking a closer look at the wounded man's arrows, Dreger raised his hand to a possible direction where the ambusher might have been.

"Carry it down."

After glancing at the wounded soldier a few more times, Dregg waved his hand irritably.

The wounded soldier was shot by an arrow in the thigh and through the shoulder by an arrow. In Idreg's experience, although the wounded soldiers are not dead, they are basically useless.

At least in this campaign, these two soldiers will never be able to continue.

It's not good to be a teacher!

Dreg looked up, his eyes fixed on the area he was searching for.

Before he could see the enemy, he reduced his strength by 5 men (one person had to be arranged to take care of the wounded), which made Dreger extremely irritable.

When he saw the searching soldier indicate that nothing had been found, Dreger became even more agitated.

These damned, cowardly Ming Pigs don't look like real samurai at all.