This time, Mao Jue raised a large army and led 250,000 people south to attack the Qing Dynasty, but these 250,000 people were not all the troops stationed in Dongjiang.

After emigrating again and again, the population of Dongjiang has reached about 2 million by now, and those veterans between the ages of 35 and 50 can still make up more than 100,000 under the extreme signs, and in May, they are busy with spring ploughing, and the farming work is idle, and more than 10,000 people put on their battle armor and carry steel guns under the battle horn of Dongjiang, and go south by train to fight side by side with their children.

Moreover, the Dongjiang River is not alone, Mao Jue still has subject troops to mobilize, in May, the Li Korean troops who also rushed to complete the spring ploughing were assembled under the command of Li Shanhai, and the 30,000 army marched eastward.

The Japanese samurai who had been assembling to go to sea since April had also completed the assembly at this time, with a total of more than 40,000 people, consisting of the Daimyo of Chomune, the Mori family, the Shimazu family, the Kuroda family, and other daimyos, among them, Mao Jue's command also lit up the Tokugawa family's splendid eighteen-petal chrysanthemum for the first time.

Finally, with the addition of more than 10,000 troops from the Dongjiang cantonment, there were 80,000 troops following the railway line south.

These demoralized and decadent troops had no effect except to consume food, but instead increased the logistical pressure on the Dongjiang River, so when Mao Jue sent troops in November last year, he did not summon the servant army of the subject country, and it was not until March when it was decided that the army would go south to attack Kaiyuan, and then he issued an order to summon it.

It is obviously not cost-effective to fight the elite of Dongjiang in the siege war of attrition, and it is time for these cannon fodder to appear.

However, these cannon fodder obviously do not have the consciousness that they are cannon fodder, yesterday I learned that there are several Mongolian tribes united outside the city of Wula, Jilin, with millions of sheep, hundreds of thousands of cattle and horses, the two commanders Li Shanhai and Tokugawa Nobuhide are rolling and climbing, rushing to the battlefield at night, and the Japanese soldiers are regardless of tiredness, directly attacked the camp of the Mongolian tribes.

The night sky north of the entire Songhua River seems to be dyed red by the flames of war, and the roars, shouts and fighting sounds can even be heard clearly in Jilin Wula City on the other side of the river. The Japanese warriors and Mongolian cavalry, after Kublai Khan's conquest of Japan four hundred years ago and suffered a crushing defeat, once again collided fiercely on the Songhua River.

It's just that I don't know if these dwarfs are born to be the nemesis of Mongolian warriors, this second confrontation is still the Japanese warrior Dafa Li City, and the night sky full of fire continues to echo with the rampant and hideous laughter of the Japanese people.

"Hahahaha, Yagana! Kuruste crush!"

The large bow made of bamboo was bent down violently, and sticky beads of blood flowed down the antlers on the helmet to their faces, and several Dongguo warriors came out of the felt bag contentedly, and when they turned around, they put the arrow that lit their heads on the bow to burn the felt bag.

But at this juncture, several sharp arrows suddenly shot out in the darkness, and under the sound of puff, the three samurai vests all had an extra trembling armor-piercing arrow, their eyes rolled away, and they fell to the ground in a daze. The last of the remaining warriors turned around in horror and raised his bow sharply to fight back, but he was destined not to shoot this last arrow, and the Mongolian horse had already rushed in front of him, and with a pop, the knife was raised from the chin, directly cutting the terrifying and ugly face with the mustache in half.

The Mongol cavalry had never been good at defending, not to mention the camps scattered across the vast plains! Moreover, most of the more than 60,000 Mongolian cavalry were detained as cannon fodder by Huang Taiji, and there were only a few thousand cavalry left here, even if the old and weak of fifty or sixty years old were tossed, the number was only one or two thousand, and as many as 40,000 hard-armed Japanese warriors broke into the camp.

It's just that the price paid is blood!

After cutting down the last Japanese warrior, the Mongolian man didn't even look at the corpse, but turned over and dismounted in great impatience, and broke into the yurt, and the curtain opened just through a corner of the tent, and beside the fire, the young woman wearing a beaded crown had her eyes wide open, and lay dead in a pool of blood on the edge of the fire, and all around, several children were also lying everywhere, and hideous knife wounds permeated their young bodies.

In the next second, the curtain fell, and a beastly howl came out of the tent.

In the Central Plains, these Mongolian cavalry who followed the Eight Banners Iron Cavalry to fight for the tiger did not know how much blood karma they had created, and they did not know how many women and children fell under their swords.

Dense footsteps sounded at the door, and then, the fierce knife collision made a crisp sound, physically, the meat-eating Mongolian cavalry was indeed much stronger than the Japanese warriors, but it couldn't stand the crowd, this head and face of the wild sword slashing was just blocked, the head and narrow katana had been inserted into the Mongolian rider's thigh, and then in the sound of popping, four or five more katana swords from the back, from the ribs, from the waist into the body.

The Mongolian rider's loyalty to Anda is also worthy of admiration, spitting blood in his mouth, wielding a steppe scimitar in his right hand to block weakly, and in his mouth, the Mongolian man is still anxiously shouting at the yurt, trying to let the Mongolian leader who entered the tent flee quickly.

"The Baga barbarians who are enemies of the Dongjiang River!"

I've experienced the Osaka Sannojin! The commander of this war, the once loyal Shogunate Honda Tadacho, slapped his comical mustache with disdain and pity, and then slapped him down fiercely.

The next moment, the rocket that had not been released just now shot out of the big bow like a meteor shower, and landed on the felt bag, and in the midst of the crying of headaches, a huge fire once again rose in the messy Mongolian tribal camp.

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Several Mongolian horses neighed and ran over by the fire, and the rider who was riding a bow with a bow was already gray-haired with his messy pigtails fluttering in the wind, and he had just let go of the Japanese warrior who was rushing towards him with a bow in his hand, but the war horse under his crotch was screaming and drove forward, throwing the man to the ground.

Letting go of the big gun of the Japanese country that was blocked on the ground as a tripping horse in his hand, he squatted in the shadow of the tent and surrounded a dozen Japanese samurai ghouls, smiling cruelly as the old Mongolian cavalry waved his hands in horror and retreated, and stabbed the katana hard, and blood splattered on those ugly faces at once.

On the other end, several women were screaming in fear, while the rabbits hid in the yurt on the side, and the Japanese army chasing after them loosened their belts, and shouted in a quack, and followed them with obscene and ugly smiles on their faces, and after a moment the frightened and desperate shouts heard the men on horseback nearby with red eyes.

But there is nothing to be done!

The situation has changed so dramatically, this evening, before Katyusha did not exert its might, these Mongolian cavalry were still vigorously following their Eight Banners Master to rush to Jilin Wula City, bloodied more than 30,000 Hegang troops under Sun Chuanting's command, and then killed on the Heilongjiang Plain, killing there into a sea of corpses and blood, but when they turned back, it was only three hours later, but their big camp and family members turned their heads and became other people's trophies. There were bloody massacres everywhere, and this scene was clearly reflected in the binoculars of Sun Chuanting at the head of the city.

"It's not the right time!"

Putting away the binoculars and not looking at the tragic situation on the battlefield, Sun Chuanting shook his head helplessly.

But when he heard this, both hands were wrapped in bandages, and Yuan Dabao, a staff member who was leaning on his own soldiers holding a telescope, immediately turned his head unwillingly.

"General Commander! Don't you see how miserable our people in the Central Plains were when the Tartars made trouble in the Central Plains! They simply deserve it! It's not good to herd cattle on the grassland to fight our Dongjiang, you deserve to be killed! Master Jun, why do you still sympathize with them? ”

"Lao Tzu is not a rotten Confucian!"

was despised by a reckless man, Sun Chuanting suddenly blew his beard and glared, and shouted angrily: "Inspector Mao's soldiers who drove tigers and wolves think they are minions!" It is also appropriate to put some flesh and blood on these Japanese devils at the right time! Lao Tzu is saying that they came at the wrong time! The army of the superintendent arrived first, they arrived, just encircled, they arrived first, the superintendent did not arrive, if you are still stupidly trapped under the city of Wula, Jilin? Lao Tzu is afraid that Huang Taiji will run away with the main force of the Tartars!"

These words really woke up Yuan Dabao, and the dislocated slap yearned for a lap on the thigh, but he grinned his teeth, and the face of this thing was ugly and shouted.

"That's what Master Jun said! How did you forget this stubble! Yuan Liu, Yuan Ba, hurry up and toss the brothers to look at these tartars! These days, so many brothers have been broken, and when it comes time to collect thirty taels, you can't let the tartars run away!"

He scolded and shouted and rushed down to the city, and Sun Chuanting's eyes were full of fire, when he won a big victory soon, he couldn't let the other party come to kill with blood.

It's just that the words reached his throat and were swallowed back by Sun Chuanting.

In the north of the city behind him, there have been large phalanxes arriving under the city one after another, and they can drive into the city along the railway bridge at any time, and the morale of the Qing army has also been hit by blows, so it should not be able to move, so it is a good thing for Yuan Dabao to look at it.

Under the soles of his feet, the pace of the soldiers and horses was hurried, and they rushed out along the battlefield during the day, looking at them, Sun Chuanting was really full of emotion.

Obviously, the imperial court is sitting on the splendid rivers and mountains in the Guannei, but when he was under the command of the imperial court, he lacked food and clothing, and he had to raise his own military salary, and he had to fight a war. It is said that the land of the Dongjiang projectile, the bitter cold, Mao Jue is hundreds of thousands of troops waving his hand, although the war has been hard this month, but the brothers under his command are not hungry for a day, and there is meat at once! For such a lord, even if they fight hard for a day, as long as they give an order, the young men are still at the end.

With such a strong force, what else can stop the Dongjiang River?

If you follow Mao Jue into the customs to ......, change the dynasty and change the ......, from the dragon's work!

The belief that he has always adhered to has actually collapsed little by little since he joined the 19th factory, and this thought suddenly arose, like a weed, uncontrollably spread in Sun Chuanting's heart, and once again held up the telescope, but his attention was no longer on the battle situation.

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Jiangbei was lively, Sun Chuanting tossed up, and the Qing army that had also entered the city of Wula, Jilin naturally couldn't not know, and the ghost drawing talisman of the old shaman was distributed to the Han Eight Banners.

"Urgent! Emergency military intelligence! Minggou is coming to reinforcements again! The old slave wants to see the emperor on the horse!"

But even if he shouted loudly, guarded the Chinese army, and the sarcoma on his neck was already old, Tulai, who was sick, was weak and stood in front of him.

"Lord Ning, the emperor is asleep, go back!"

"But the military situation is urgent, Minggou is already in *** Beida Camp......"

"Still don't understand? Lord Ning, the emperor is asleep, go back! ”

In the end, he is not a stupid person, according to Huang Taiji's style, he has already made a lot of noise, can he not know? This sentence The emperor fell asleep, and Turai had already explained the matter, and in an instant, I was like a leper dog who broke his backbone, as if all his strength had been drained, his eyes were blank, and he staggered back, and only after taking a few steps, he actually fell under his feet and fell on the tent next to him.

But no one paid any attention to him.

(End of chapter)