There is no day and no war, this is the end of the world.

When Mao Jue slaughtered the Quartet under the city of Kyoto, his distant northern country of Heilongjiang was also engaged in a bloody and cruel battle for survival.

The paddy fields that were paved by manpower, ditched, and diverted water are still there, like a spectacular field grid spread on the ground, but the seedlings in the field that should have been neat are gnawed at the east and west ends.

A series of Dongjiang fortress settlements such as Dingbian Fort and Xingbian Fort in the distance are intact, and the Dongjiang people are not intimidated! They had just trekked out of the pass, and they would rather die, they were not willing to give up losing their land, and as long as they were not intimidated, it would be a bit of a fool's dream to rely on these Mongol cavalry to capture the concrete pillboxes made of artillery. Aside from burning a few houses on the edge of Zhuangzi, throwing dozens of arrowheads under sturdy concrete forts, and forming deep ties with the border towns of Heilongjiang, these sudden Mongol cavalry did not bargain for anything.

Moreover, the arrival of this group of uninvited guests made the newly established Heilongjiang border town, which had only been established for about a year, boil.

"One, two, one! One, two, one!"

In the neat trumpet, the neat infantry brigade walked with a neat pace, carrying a flintlock pistol on its left shoulder, shuttling back and forth on the path near the town's border fort, on the official road, at the gate of the huge barracks, there were constantly soldiers wearing military uniforms and cotton armor, carrying burdens to gather here, under the order of Adriana to wait for all her strength, the four corps of the entire border town, one hundred and fifty-two reserve regiments, and more than 100,000 men either took trains or public carriages, and gathered here in a mighty manner.

On both sides of the road, there was a gendarme with a blood-red sword painted on his sleeve hissing and making impassioned speeches to boost morale.

"Sergeants! Brothers! Dongjiang has reached a moment of crisis, take up your weapons and defend Dongjiang! Defend the general! Defend your wives and children! Defend your hard-earned land food!"

"Those mountain savages want to rob us of the wealth of the land! Let Dongjiang become their coated minion! Hot-blooded boys, answer them with bayonets! Dongjiang will never give in!"

Under the splash of spittle, those reserve troops who had only just put down their hoes had red eyes with the same excitement, and they couldn't wait to go up and fight immediately.

But the headquarters of the Dongjiang Army, the Chinese army built on the periphery of Dingbian Fort, a group of people gathered together, and there was a dead silence on the map.

is also learning from Mao Jue, the sand table is full of dense flags, several raids use red arrows as symbols, and the current supreme commander of Heilongjiang border town, Fan Wenju, is frowning, staring at this sand table without saying a word.

"The main army has all arrived! It's going south in one go! When we did this group of dog tartars, we had 160,000 people, and people ate what horses chewed, so why bother to waste food here? ”

The military confrontation has been going on for half a month, and Wen Meng, the commander of the Iron Mountain Corps who was deployed here, couldn't bear to knock on the table.

"Master Fan, there are thousands of opponents! What are you waiting for? ”

"General Wen, it is precisely the other party that has only come out with thousands of people, so the more you can't be careless! The opponent is a Qing Tartar! The main attacking force of Dongjiang is all in our hands, but the other side lures the enemy into the depths, and our army rushes to Songjiang, and the plain is outflanked by the Eight Banners Iron Cavalry, and our army will suffer heavy losses!"

"Once the master's hard work is destroyed in your hands and me, what will we take to meet the general!"

"But just look at it?"

In the midst of a heated argument, there was a sudden commotion outside the door, and then, a thousand households on duty hurriedly entered the tent door and saluted, reporting loudly.

"Lord Fan, General Wen! Sun Chuanting, director of the 19th Jixi Factory and wartime temporary garrison officer, led the 39th, 40th, and 41st regiments of Jixi Town to report, and asked Lord Fan to issue an order to allocate the defense area!"

"Sun Chuanting!"

This name made Fan Wenju's brows twitch, for him, this Dongjiang housekeeper has a deep memory! In order to get him out, Mao Jue invested nearly 800,000 taels of silver before and after, enough to form half of the wealth of the new corps, so he changed such a person!

The silver belongs to Mao Jue, what Mao Jue decides, Fan Wenju can't refute, but for this expense, in his opinion, it is a complete waste, his face is not very good-looking, Master Fan waved his hand a little impatiently.

"Let his troops be stationed in Quliuchuan and watch the army supply warehouse!"

Looking at the logistics of transporting things and making soy sauce, it is reasonable for a factory director like Sun Chuanting to turn an officer, but this Qianhu on duty has just stood upright and plans to go out to pass the order, looking at Wen Meng's ugly horse face, Fan Wenju suddenly changed his mind.

"Forget it, let his troops be stationed in the Chinese army, and let him come to see me in person!"

After about ten minutes, Sun Chuanting, who was also dressed in black cotton armor and wearing whaleskin boots, rushed to the Chinese army, but as soon as he entered the door, he looked at the officers of all sizes and looked at him like a polar bear, the factory director stumbled, he can be regarded as a high-ranking official, the governor of Shaanxi, the official of the feudal territory, even if he arrived in the Dongjiang River, he was also the leader of the factory director, and others saluted him, but now a room of officers is bigger than him! Full of discomfort, the last pillar of the Ming Dynasty in history knelt awkwardly on the ground.

"Greetings to your lords!"

"Get up! Dongjiang rules, you don't need to kneel around when the military is discussed!"

Still impatient to be seen, he didn't raise his head, Fan Wenju waved his hand like he greeted Xiao Er, and beckoned Sun Chuanting to the front of the sand table.

In fact, the sand table existed in the Tang Dynasty, but it was rare to be as popular as the Dongjiang River, even if Sun Chuanting was in the Qin army, it was a cowhide map, and such a three-dimensional combat map made his eyes shine.

"On the twelfth day of May, 700 Tartars attacked Dingbian Fort, destroyed 300 acres of land, burned 16 houses, exchanged fire with the border regiment until the afternoon, and were shelled and retreated, killing 26 and wounding 33."

"On May 28, five hundred Tartars circled Quliuchuan, intending to attack Hegang, but on the way they encountered the Dongjiang Patrol Cavalry, and were defeated, and our division was beheaded one hundred and five levels."

"On June 11, thousands of Tartars attacked Baiyang Village, destroying 110 acres of land, and were counterattacked by the border regiment, killing 16 people!"

"June 19, Six Hundred ...... of Tartars"

At this end, under the instruction of Fan Wenju, Qianhu on duty reported all the previous military information, but before he finished speaking, Sun Chuanting suddenly shook his head.

"It's not like the Jianzhou East Kidnapping! Whether it is the Eight Banners of Mongolia or the Eight Banners of the Han Army, they all extremely demand military discipline, and such a small attack will collapse at the touch of a button, which is not like their style! It's like the Mongolian tribes in the steppe. ”

"If you were to command, how would you fight this battle?"

"Fighting the Mongolian tribe naturally has the Mongolian tribe's way of playing, the Mongolians live in water and grass, although the Songliao Plain is vast, but it is not without a trace, follow the example of the Liao Shuai Li Chengliang, to run with fine horses, along the Songhua River to the south can be, this is the time for cattle and horses to fatten, the enemy must graze in this line, to ride on the tent, break the enemy's camp tent, burn and rob cattle and sheep, no backup, these Mongolians are self-defeating!"

This eloquent conversation made Wen Meng and Fan Wenju exchange glances with each other, looking at Wen Meng nodding, Fan Wenju asked in a solemn voice.

"Your headquarters will give you two more regiments, four thousand horses, and you will launch this attack, do you dare?"

"I'm here to lead the troops?"

Sun Chuanting really pointed at his nose unexpectedly.

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Today's situation is that it is not clear the direction of the main attack of the Qing army, even if it is the Dongjiang firearms force, it is also good at the defense of mountains and hills, and the main force of the Qing army in the plains is also a loss.

Sun Chuanting was also used as cannon fodder, he went south, it was good to win, but he lost, losing five regiments and 4,000 militiamen, and he couldn't hurt his muscles and bones for the Dongjiang River, and he originally felt that the 800,000 taels of flowers were lost, and for Fan Wenju, if he could use waste, he would use waste.

For Sun Chuanting, this is an opportunity, after all, he is talented and a general, and he doesn't know that he was kidnapped by Mao Jue, and he can't ask for it if he can lead troops to fight again!

In the evening, at the front of Dingbian Fort, next to the river, there was a burst of bustling noise, although there was no shortage of war horses in the Dongjiang River, even if the reserve regiment had received horseback riding training at that time, but it was not to the point of having a horse in each person, the three regiments composed of the workers of the 19th factory were excitedly brushing the war horses they had just received with horses by the river, and there was a promise on it that if they had experienced military merits this time, these horses would all belong to their regiment, and they would be upgraded from infantry to dragoons, but it was enough for them to be happy.

Even Sun Chuanting himself was a little excited, full of novelty, holding the revolver he had just been issued to him in his hand, gesturing at the target, and then opened the arms box on the side, reaching out and grabbing a large handful of pointed bullets.

Working under Emperor Chongzhen, he was used to living a poor life, and his military rations did not exceed three months, and today he became rich overnight, with two muskets for each person, eight replacement bayonets, and a high-quality saber, as well as three catties of gunpowder for one person, and one hundred rounds of such pointed lead bullets, especially since each person received a new armor from the arsenal.

It's just outrageous!

What made Sun Chuanting feel even more vomiting blood was that in addition to the war horses that treated him very preferentially, these were the equipment that almost every militia regiment that came to report had, and they could easily equip hundreds of thousands of troops, which made Mao Jue rich and made people want to cry.

It is said that in the bitter cold place outside the Saiwai, where did he Mao Jue get so many things, especially the locomotive that pulled 10,000 catties.

"Meet the Commander!"

Just when the poor ghost Sun Chuanting was thinking about it with the pistol in hand, a crisp and neat report voice sounded in his ears, and he hurriedly turned his head over, and a tall man wearing a thousand households armor suddenly caught Sun Chuanting's eyes.

"The last general, Yuan Dabao, meet the military leader!"

There are also factions in Dongjiang now, and the outermost faction is none other than the five regiments of Hegang Town composed of Yuan Shizhong's cronies, no need to use it in vain! If you can consume, you will consume, this task of throwing stones and asking for directions, Fan Wenju did not hesitate to pull out two regiments under his command.

It's just that after more than half a year of Dongjiang training, he has changed shotguns and a lot of new equipment, and Yuan Dabao has no consciousness of cannon fodder at all, but he is urging Sun Chuanting with great energy.

"Military rate, our department is ready, I don't know when to set off!"

After all, it is the elite troops of the 200,000-mile camp of Xiao Yuan, as soon as the connoisseur stretches out his hand, he knows if there is one, and looks at the team under Yuan Dabao's command who are quietly riding horses and waiting by the river, Sun Chuanting has a few more bottoms in his heart, and he can't help but nod.

"Wait another half an hour, the last supply, no one will bring three days' rations, ten boxes of canned food, as soon as it gets dark, set off immediately!"

"The last general obeys!"

The hustle and bustle gradually stopped, standing in Dingbian Fort and looking down, in Fan Wenju's sight, Sun Chuanting's cavalry disappeared in a hurry into the thick night, along the Hulan River, rushing towards the vast Songjiang Plain.

"This man has two more brushes!"

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Not only are the border towns of Heilongjiang preparing for war here, but also the Yalu River is also tense, along the Yiju line, three corps plus more than 70 reserve regiments will guard the riverside, and in the high roar, there are constantly new troops pushing artillery into the defense line.

Holding the binoculars, Adriana also looked into the dim distance as well.

Today's Qing Kingdom and Dongjiang are like two masters making moves, and neither of them dares to make easy moves, waiting for the other party to see each other.

However, guarding the city wall, Adriana's delicate and heroic cheeks are also full of anxiety, this kind of large-scale mobilization, for the Dongjiang River, every day is a huge loss, although the Qing army is also farming, but this is the time of farming, at least before the autumn harvest, it will not be too busy, but the Dongjiang, especially Tieyi, a black smoke factory is not idle, in a fashionable phrase, that is fifty or sixty thousand a minute!

If it drags on like this, once it is delayed until the autumn harvest in September, the Qing army stops fighting, and turns back to harvest crops, and Dongjiang is losing money for a few months, which is absolutely unacceptable for the proud Adriana.

Her patience was also exhausted little by little, looking at the Yalu Riverside City on the other side of the river, which had become empty again, and finally put down the binoculars, Adriana turned her head and ordered.

"Come on, recruit General Li Jiucheng to see me!"

"Mark and obey!"

The personal soldiers left by Mao Jue simply agreed, turned around and walked towards the bottom of the incisor fort, but at this moment, a rapid birdsong sound came from the sky, and several pigeons landed in the pigeon cage of the left incisor fort one after another.

In that direction, in the direction of Shengjing and Shenyang in the west, the inner line finally transmitted new information again.

The woman's curiosity is comparable to that of a cat, and after waiting for so long, it was a complete torment for Adlena, and she hurriedly took three steps and made two steps, pinched open the letter on the pigeon's leg with her own hands, poured out the wax pill inside, and opened the first glance of the information in the wax pill, Adlena's apricot eyes suddenly widened.

"Damn it!"

(End of chapter)