Following Aobai, the Guerjia clan has more lame generals.

His legs were wrapped in a thick gauze cloth, and the blood was still staining out, and he was carried back, and the Turai angrily waved the big blade in his hand and cursed.

"Dongjiang barbarian, shameless villain, there is a kind of fight to the death with Grandpa Tulai!"

"Master, these thieves are cheating!"

Even if a series of Han family rules and regulations were introduced, but when something happened, these barbarians were beaten back to their original shape, seeing Tulai lying on the stretcher shouting, Huang Taiji didn't even feel comforted, and directly waved his hand in disgust.

"Carry it away."

But this Turai was faithful enough, and while he was being carried, he kept shouting at the top of his voice.

"Master, when the slave can walk, I will definitely bring back this shame for you! The minions will definitely be back!"

The gray wolf was on his body, and the voice of the lame general could still be faintly heard on the edge of the camp, and the corners of Huang Taiji's mouth couldn't help twitching, but looking at a bloody white cloth sheet spread in front of him, he had no mercy.

More than three hundred rides! They are all the elite sons of his Zhenghuang Banner, saying that he is a Niu Lu 300 armor soldiers, in fact, most Niu Lu is not satisfied with the compilation, which means that the strong men of the two Niu Lu are all explained here! Don't look at him Huang Taiji as the emperor, in the past two years, he has also cleaned up Amin and Mang Gurtai, who were the four major Baylors at the beginning, but the remnants of the tribe are rich in Houjin, and the right has to rely on the knife to speak, one of his two yellow flags is weak, and some of them are hungry wolves who immediately jump up and bite them.

Even the three Dolgon brothers, who now stood aside respectfully and bowed their heads, could have been the first.

His face was gloomy for a long time, and Fan Wencheng carefully knelt on the side and kowtowed.

"Your Majesty?"

After all, it is a generation of male masters, and this time also woke up from the rage, in fact, the most anxious thing now is the Qing army, Huang Taiji This is a desperate bet, behind him, there are still a number of military forts on the Dongjiang River that have not been uprooted, this is the Qing army for a long time, the first time to face such a serious supply problem, once Mao Jue can not be broken in a short time, he can only go home, retreat home.

You must know that the hegemony of the king, if you don't advance, you will retreat, and this retreat may mean that the entire Qing Dynasty has begun to retreat and go downhill!

Waving his sleeves to the people around him, Huang Taiji said a little lazily.

"Let's carry them all down!"

"The Baylor Banner Master Gegu Mountain to the Imperial Camp Ginseng!"

…………

Inside a large tent, a group of bald scoops with a rat's tail of money looked at each other.

This Dongjiang River is really disgusting, the huge Liaodong, other villages and towns are all yellow mud with grass to pull and pull, and then build a layer of grass cover as a roof to become a house, this thing is also the favorite of martial arts masters, a foot to break the wall, with a bang The house collapsed, all from here.

This Luo village is good, every household has a big blue brick and cement house, and the courtyard wall is still playing steel bars, you can try it with one foot, don't break your leg bones It's weird, the small Luo Village has become a turtle shell, in the southwest direction of the Qing army's big array, stuck on the road of the Baoyi's advancement.

This is exactly the same as the Battle of Waterloo, the Duke of Wellington's troops are arranged on the ridge of Saint-Jean, and in the lower left corner also occupies a Hogumont estate, which stuck the flank of the French army's march, so that Napoleon did not take it for more than five hours, and only a few hundred British troops made the emperor sick enough.

Now that time and space are advanced, it is disgusting to change the emperor here.

You said that if you concentrate heavy troops, let's fight! The artillery of the Dongjiang River is not vegetarian, and this time more than 1,000 Zhenghuangqi cavalry battalions launched an attack, and more than 300 were overturned on the spot.

But what if it's a skirmish? I can't beat it yet! The brick wall flintlock pistol was blocked even by Emperor Napoleon, and he went in one-on-one to fight, just to deliver food to people.

"Damn, where the hell did these bright dogs come from?"

After a long time of dullness, Azig, who was still the most straight-tempered, muttered a stupid sentence, but then he was pulled back violently by Dolgon, as if thoughtfully, pulling his two brothers, Dolgon tried to lean back as much as possible.

frowned, Fan Wencheng's eyes were staring at him, no matter how the power within Jianzhou changed, the Han Eight Banners were attached to Huang Taiji, and the power also came from Huang Taiji, he was Huang Taiji's minion, and he must maintain his master.

A smart man who can be regarded as not inferior to Dolgon, staring at the face of this young Baylor for a long time, Fan Wencheng's eyes suddenly lit up, moved out of his kneeling position, and kowtowed to the middle.

"Your Majesty, the slave has a plan!"

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The decisive battle on the first day ended with a burst of artillery bombardment, so delaying time was really comfortable for Mao Jue, the later the time, the more reinforcements he had, so early in the morning, he came to see him off in person with canned food.

Just like Azig's question, how did this Dongjiang army come about? Heaven and earth? He was really right, he really went to the ground, Mao Jue's era, there was a famous movie, "Tunnel War"!

With plenty of time, two months to prepare, and the experience of digging irrigation culverts on Sakhalin Island, a tunnel from the rear Garaoshan steel yard to the bottom of Luocun allowed the Dongjiang Army to overcome the spatial obstacles, and could attack and retreat.

"Rest assured, the general will never let these Tartar dogs take a step forward comfortably!"

Yesterday was cool, and the sentry officer Liu Da was full of excitement and hugged his fists, but Mao Jue's expression was a little dignified and earnestly admonished.

"The battle of Luocun is just an obstacle! Don't fight hard! The most important thing is to save the useful body, and you can't do anything, so you quickly retreat, do you understand? ”

In this era, which general takes the life of a soldier seriously? This intimate advice seemed to have the opposite effect, the old face turned red with excitement, and Liu Da bowed heavily.

"Don't worry, the general will be saved!"

"Let's go!"

With a loud roar, with a flintlock pistol on his back, more than 400 officers and men of the newly formed 15th Regiment also felt the darkness and went down the road.

It seems that the Qing army is also skinned, and began to remember whether to eat or not, and in the early morning, thousands of clothed minions poured out with baskets, and continued to dig trenches there, replacing those brothers who kept vigil last night.

But I haven't waited for the gun to be shot! These coats with earthen baskets ran away, which made Liu Da so depressed, and was about to let people push out the cannons, and when the two cannons were refreshing, a rapid sound of horses' hooves came from the Qing army camp again, and he became excited again, and the reckless man slapped him violently.

"Withdraw! Go back to Zhuangzi and play with the Tartar dogs!"

With yesterday's experience, a group of Dongjiang troops did not have the slightest friction, and once again retracted into the Zhuangzi, on the courtyard wall, on the kang head, and in the firewood stack, one after another black muzzles were pointed out.

But this time, the earth-shattering roar of the iron cavalry did not come in, and the telescope that only had Huang Taiji and could be distributed to all front-line commanders and scout troops in the Dongjiang River, Liu Da looked out of the village curiously, and then he shouted out of obscurity.

It was not the elite troops of the cavalry battalion who wore iron leaf armor and carried a yellow flag yesterday, but a group of tattered light cavalry wearing leather robes, no extra armor, and a bow, a knife or a big wooden gun on their bodies were all over the town.

These cavalry are estimated to be only five or six hundred, and the formation is extremely loose, no wonder the main formation did not open fire, and after hesitating for a while, Liu Da scolded and waved his hand.

"First whistle, go with Lao Tzu, fuck the fucking Tartar!"

Coming out of the hideout, more than 50 Dongjiang troops arrived at the entrance of the village in a menacing manner, who knew that these guys were even more cowardly than themselves, as soon as they showed their heads, they hurrah, and these cavalry withdrew.

didn't dare to chase out of the village, and Liu Da retreated back, but these guys were like dog skin plasters, and they came back again, but they still blocked the village tightly.

The coats came out again, and in addition to letting go of Luo Village for a while, they continued to dig a trench and approach Mount Garao.

After repeated times, Liu Da was also angry, shouted, and pulled his subordinates to simply stop squatting, and went out to find them to do it, a sentry infantry lined up in a standard three-stage shooting formation, and rushed out in a hurry, which made them even more embarrassed.

These bastards are simply shameless, relying on the fast horse, rushing suddenly, the fast horse puts an arrow and turns away, regardless of whether the shot is shot or not, the Dongjiang has a strict chance, the gun has a measuring scale, and it is not allowed to shoot if it is not in an accurate position, at this time it has become their shortcoming, and the arrows in twos and threes are messily hit in the team, even if the cold forging armor has a crack, and a few were injured by this cold arrow.

In desperation, Liu Da shouted, and the troops retreated under the rain of arrows.

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"Mongol cavalry!"

Mount Garao, the position of the Chinese army.

Mao Jue was also quite depressed and pinched the put down telescope, this Fan Wencheng really came up with a crazy idea.

The Mongolian cavalry of this era is no longer the iron cavalry of Genghis Khan, which has been divided into various tribes to fight each other for hundreds of years, and the Mongolian cavalry can't even beat the Ming army on the frontal battlefield.

However, all the year round are skirmishes, and the mobility of these Mongolian cavalry as robbers has been further improved, just to restrain the Dongjiang such a strong lineup, disciplined troops, you come and I will run, you chase me and fight! Although the majesty of Genghis Khan's army has long been lost, it just conforms to the essence of Genghis Khan's tactics.

And taking a step back, even if these cavalry were killed by Mao Jue, he Huang Taiji was not distressed, the tribal cavalry of this era was too worthless, five Mongolian light cavalry could be exchanged for a Dongjiang pro-corps, he earned it!

"Order Liu Da to guard the battle line!"

sighed helplessly, and then Mao Jue's eyes became cold again, and he shouted out the order violently.

"Extend the artillery fire, tell Sun Chun, let him hit wherever he wants! Now Lao Tzu is going to fight with his Huang Taiji, his coat name is even less valuable, or Lao Tzu's cannonballs are even less valuable!"

"The last general obeys!"

(End of chapter)