"Heh, Rufeng Mountain is a great victory!"

A battle, the imperial court is really ecstatic, I can't wait for the whole world to know, Hong Chengchou 800 miles to send the war report to the Beijing Division, and to show off, the Beijing Division and 800 miles to send the war report to Tieshan, more than 11 November, the war report was passed to the Wa State, and Mao Jue was in the camp of Mao Jue, who was strangling the Donglin Party of the Wa State in Beilu.

It's just that looking at the numbers on the battle report, Mao Jue couldn't help but be speechless.

Killed one thousand and one thieves, beheaded six hundred and five, and wounded himself five hundred and nine.

Not to mention the water that has always been reported by the officers and soldiers, what can be done if this war report is completely true? Destroy the Qing Kingdom or slaughter Huang Taiji, or dig up Nurha's red grave?

However, the military information sent by Adriana who came with him made Mao Jue feel a little more comfortable, this "after the victory of Rufeng Mountain", Hong Chengchou did not rush into the army, but gave up the Rufeng Mountain Village that was defeated, and immediately retreated to Tashan, which was more than 20 kilometers away from Ningyuan.

Whether it is Jianzhou Jurchen or Daming consuming together, this kind of strategic confrontation is only good for Dongjiang and no harm, as long as Hong Chengchou does not send a wave of adult heads to Jiannu like in history, Mao Jue can accept it, after reading the military report, in a relaxed mood, Mao Jue hummed a small tune and threw these secret letters into the brazier in front of him.

However, Mao Jue's good mood didn't last long, the thick fur tent curtain was suddenly lifted, and with the cold wind like a knife blowing in, a short warrior with white frost on his body and armor fell to his knees.

"Meet the Great Commissioner, the last general of the Kuroda family banner is righteous and straight, and pass on the emergency military information of the Shaozheng Division!"

"Words!"

"On the sixteenth, the thieves of the Autumn Relic City broke the official army Maori Fengyi Department and fled into Yunlan Mountain!"

"Fuck it!"

The good mood was gone, and Mao Jue slapped his head depressedly.

He is now aware of the power of the rogue and the helplessness of the Ming court, a group of dwarves who have been brainwashed by bushido ideas are all over the mountains and fields, and they only come out of the mountains to grab something, but they can't ignore it, their demagogic ability Mao Jue has seen it, just like the White Lotus Sect, if they are not careful, they can pull up tens of thousands of people, and the scattered politics of the Wa Kingdom, a relatively independent domain is not their opponent.

This Fusang is a big place, Mao Jue has fully mobilized 100,000 troops, and it is still a mess of running in the ravines, you can imagine how difficult it is for the Ming Dynasty to fight against the wandering army across the country.

In fact, it is not impossible to fundamentally solve these thieves, Mao Jue even let the Wa Kingdom as long as it can reach half of the happiness of the Dongjiang River, just like the heroes of Liangshan, Li Kui is poor and can't afford to wear pants, and if he says that he will rebel, Lin Chong will be the head of the 800,000 forbidden army, so that the leader son has to swallow his anger if he molests his daughter-in-law.

Those who have constant birth have perseverance.

However, this Mao Jue is really a concubine can't do it, not to mention that Dongjiang needs a poor Japanese country as a labor export place and raw material plundering place, just a huge trade route manpower and material resources, Mao Jue doesn't want to invest, and he doesn't dare to invest in them.

So, I can only play.

But it's not this that bothers Mao Jue the most! The war of the Wa Kingdom should have been managed by the person who should be in charge, instead of him, the governor of Dongjiang, the governor of Liaodong, and the commander-in-chief, to pay attention to this trivial matter! Follow the thieves to fight guerrillas in the poor ravines! This is like the president of a listed company in later generations who is busy purchasing office chairs all day long, which is called not doing business.

At this time, what Mao Jue should do most is to supervise the army in Tieshan, ready to give Huang Taiji a knife in the back of his neck at any time, instead of cleaning up the mess here and sending away the messenger officer, Mao Jue slapped the table and shouted angrily.

"Le'er! Don't have any news from the head of the house? Female chasing male compartment yarn! It's good for her, she hasn't been able to lure an old Yuan for a few months!! Send all those Spanish flies that the Dutch East India Company gave to Lao Tzu! This month, I will see Lord Yuan become the regent son-in-law of the Toyotomi family, so hurry up and give Lao Tzu back to work! Don't fucking touch the fish!"

That voice is almost catching up with the deep resentful woman!

…………

Although there is a lot of snow this winter, it is secretly burning fire, and several bigwigs in Liaodong have blisters in their mouths.

Mao Jue was so anxious that he couldn't return to Liaodong, so he took the opportunity to give the Jianzhou Jurchens a ruthless blow, while Huang Taiji was so anxious that he couldn't get the results in a short period of time, and he might face the dilemma of fighting on both sides.

But they are still anxious for the future, but Jinzhou Governor Zu Dashou is burning eyebrows at the beginning of the Dongjiang isolated and helpless taste he is now a vivid experience, since the siege in June, Jinzhou City has now been out of food for several months, the bark in the city, the fish in the moat, the rats in the ground, the leather shoes at home or something are about to be gnawed clean, these days began to fall heavy snow, there are residents in the city who eat snow all night to satisfy hunger, the next day frozen to death, what is more terrible is that the corpses that are cleaned up and buried every day have also begun to be lost.

Standing on the head of the city and looking out, the vast snow stained the helmet on the hat all of a sudden, and the eyes were also white and swirling, and he couldn't see how far he could see, but Rong Ma had been talking all his life, and Zu Dashou's eyesight and ear power had not faded with the passage of time, faintly, he could feel the flash in the snow curtain in front of him, and his ears were close to the city wall, and he could also try to shake slightly, and he could feel it for dozens of miles, only the power of the Hongyi cannon.

It is impossible for the Qing army to play with artillery on their own, so it must be a confrontation between the two armies, which is also the only hope for Zu Dashou to get up every day, and the court has not given up on him!

But listening to the sound of the cannon today, there is still some special significance for Zu Dashou, standing at the south gate and looking down for a long time, he made up his mind fiercely, turned back suddenly, and walked towards the city heavily.

In Nanweng City, hundreds of pro-soldier sergeants stood in the snow and had been turned into snowmen, following the side, more than a thousand skinny war horses also stood quietly, as if they had a premonition of something, some horses were uneasy to breathe hot air in their noses, and their hooves scratched the ground back and forth.

"Handsome, it's really ......"

Seeing Zu Dashou coming down, Master Dianjun asked with anxiety, but Zu Dashou was in a trance when he heard it, and then he nodded fiercely for fear that he would change his mind.

"Kill!"

"The handsome man has an order! Kill!"

This trembling shout continued, even if it was to lead out the necessary Jinzhou soldiers, this time it was a lot slower, and it took two or three seconds before the sergeant held the butcher's knife in his hand, walked around to the war horse, patted the horse's neck lightly with his hand, and finally gritted his teeth and waved the knife fiercely.

The last breath spurted out the whistling blood, the red blood water dyed the snow in Jinzhou Wengcheng red, listening to the wailing of the war horse, Zu Dashou's face also couldn't stop twitching, this killed not only the horse, but also his own hope of breaking through, with two legs can not run out.

Historically, the siege of the battle of Dalinghe reached almost a year, more than 50,000 residents cannibalism, and finally there were 10,000 people left, but Zu Dashou still kept more than 100 war horses, while deceiving Huang Taiji to go to Jinzhou to persuade him to surrender, while relying on these war horses, he escaped with a little core general, but Dalinghe City and Jinzhou City are different, Dalinghe is just a newly cast fortress, Jinzhou City is a big city in Liaodong, the old nest of the ancestral family, here, the ancestral family's land and old mansion ancestral tombs are all here! The roots of the ancestral family are rooted here, without this, even if his ancestor escapes? He is not sure that he is as strong as Mao Wenlong, and all the more than 200 people of the Mao family in Liaoyang were martyred, and he can still grit his teeth and fight out a Dongjiang River. Zu Dashou felt that he might not be able to do it.

Although the cavalry is a sharp weapon, but the defense of the city still has to rely on people, the slaughter was carried out for a long time, the last thousand hundreds of horses all fell into the snow, in the evening, the barracks that had been deserted for a few days were finally lively, although it was not let go of eating, but the Jinzhou defenders with vegetables still everyone got a large piece of meat, squatting on the ground with hot soup and tearing and stuffing it into the mouth, eating a mouth full of oil.

But no one noticed that several of the cooks in the army couldn't eat a bite, and one even sneaked to the back, covering his mouth as if he was disgusted.

Among the huge horse skeletons, there were also more than a dozen freshly shaved flesh, much smaller bright red bones.

…………

This ancestor Dashou is trying his best to survive, and on the Rufeng Mountain battlefield outside the city, the Qing army is also fighting for survival.

The fierce blizzard even covered the roar of the banner lord Gushan Ezhen's anger, but with the roar of the Hongyi cannon, thousands of Qing troops were still like a blue torrent, rushing forward, the leading Han Eight Banners ran with all their might, and the dense Jurchen archers behind were also pressing the bow and bowstring with their frozen and unconscious hands, pressing forward.

In the Battle of Salhu, this is how they defeated the invincible elite of the Ming Dynasty.

However, at this time, the Ming army was not as easy to fight as when Salhu, during the Salhu War, the Ming border army faced the surprise attack of small tribes in the grassland for most of the century, and the chariot only needed to block the light car that could block the bow and arrow of the Mongolian cavalry, and the firearms troops were in the back to see the excitement after firing the guns and cannons, and it was the generals who really went up to fight, and the small elite troops of this part ended the battle with hand-to-hand combat.

In that battle, Juniper, Liu Ting, Ma Linbu, and firearms troops who broke through the formation directly became the targets of the Qing army's heavy infantry massacre.

In this battle, the proportion of firearms of the Ming army was significantly less than that of the Ming army, but the firearms in their hands were sharper, the whistling Hongyi cannon spewed out a thousand powers, an iron ball bullet jumped two or three times, and the bones of the man who were more than one meter eight could be broken, and the bird gun was also more lethal than the fire gun rocket gun of that year, and the Qing heavy infantry who was running often spurted suddenly, and a stream of blood spurted out of their head or thigh, and they fell to the ground limp and knelt on the ground.

Especially this time the troops under the command of Hong Chengchou are all old troops who have fought with the Wandering People's Army and the Qing Army, and some have even experienced several bloody battles in a row, and they are not in a vain hand-to-hand combat, in this snowstorm curtain, the Qing Army who shouted fiercely finally rushed through the musket blockade, but the surging Ming Army immediately pushed out the heavy car with a knife nailed in front, and the crackling Qing Army feather arrows hit the high compartment of the car, and in the gap between the cars, the big knife and the spear collided together.

Listening to the blood boiling in front of him, in the Chinese army behind, Hong Chengchou, who was holding a telescope, had a smile on his dark face.

The Ming army is not vulnerable in front of the Qing army, but also has the power of a battle, as long as the tactics are appropriate, in the end it is still victorious, these days, Hong Chengchou has grasped the weakness of the Qing army too eager to fight, far away from Jinzhou more than ten kilometers, in the wilderness, dragging the Qing army to fight, and every time on the back road is one or two times the front-line troops to cover the retreat, so that the Qing army accustomed to ambush and sneak attacks is invulnerable, and can only face to face with his firearms array on the whole side.

Kill 3,000 enemies, self-loss 800, even if one for one, Hong Chengchou is taking advantage, he can also return to Ningyuan at any time to rest, trapped in Jinzhou City Zu Dashou 2 to 30,000 Liao troops, but the Qing army did not dare to withdraw without authorization to rest, can only be exhausted in the wind and snow.

Cao Cao once said that those who are good at fighting have no outstanding achievements! At this time, Hong Chengchou can be regarded as a deep essence, just such a small battle to drag down the Qing army, sooner or later victory belongs to the Ming Dynasty!

This is lively outside the pass, but the inside of the pass is not idle, and Henan, the heartland of the Ming Dynasty, is also blooming with the excitement.

Henan is abnormally drought, but even in the cold winter, the snow is still only a thin layer, but the weather is surprisingly cold, a breath of heat, soon turned into hoarfrost, the ridges are also frozen solid, occasionally you can see a slippery layer of ice.

This ice is red.

This year's Luoyang City is destined to have a bad year, staring at the biting cold wind, one by one the sergeants shivered and hid behind the battlements, rubbing their hands desperately with strength, and the hungry and tired simply shrank their hands in their arms and didn't want to move.

Unfortunately, such a quiet and difficult time did not allow this group of poor soldiers to enjoy it for long, and suddenly an officer shouted impatiently.

"The thieves are coming! Get the fuck up and get ready to defend the city! Don't be stunned, beat the drum and wipe the snow off the cannon!"

In the scream, one by one the officers and soldiers pretending to be dead at the head of the city came to life again, shook off the hoarfrost on their bodies, and hurriedly carried the war equipment, an officer and soldier gritted his teeth and blew the arquebus to put the gun on the battlement, and the scolding in his mouth was not yet spoken, looking outside the city, his eyes couldn't help but straighten.

"Damn, it seems like there's a lot more than last one!"

"Why are you fighting more and more?"

In his pupils, the white Luoyang Snow Field was gradually swallowed up by the wave of black oppression, these thieves were not neat, there was no queue, wearing shabby black clothes, there were few armor-wearers, and the weapons they held were also varied, and even many of them were directly holding hoes, sickles, dung forks, and the chaotic banners were distributed in an orderly manner, and the largest side in the center was written in black letters on a white background.

But the biggest feature of these thieves is that there are a lot of people! The list is endless! The front army arrived at the place of three arrows away from the city, and there was no end in sight behind it, as if everyone from all over the world had come to fight Luoyang.

In the old soldier's shortness of breath, this overwhelming team suddenly stopped in front of the city, and then in the overwhelming shouts, they rushed towards the towering city wall of Luoyang, just like a flood, about to collapse the city of Luoyang in one go.

"Fire!"

(End of chapter)