In the entire battle of the Daling River, the Ming army reinforcements and the Houjin Eight Banners fought to the death around the city encirclement trenches, more than 30,000 people were killed, and the artillery fire ignited half of the sky, but in this war, an important force was the soy sauce throughout the war.

Zu Dashou, who was besieged in the Daling River, and about 10,000 Guanning elites under his command.

I don't blame him, I don't have a phone these days, if Zhang Chun calls outside, I'll save you today! Zu Dashou took the phone and nodded, good buddy! History was rewritten.

Went out of the city and encountered an ambush, lost a lot of armor soldiers, Zu Dashou fought timidly, even if the southeast was burning red half of the sky today, he didn't fight, so that Zhang Chun's expectation of the two sides of the shot down.

However, here in Mao Jue, this thing has happened crookedly, Zu Dashou doesn't believe anyone, and he can't help but believe his nephew, right? No wonder Wu Sangui ran so anxious at that time, he burst out of the inner circle trench, and ran to Dalinghe City to shout the city with only a dozen or so dead Guanning iron horsemen.

After all, Zu Dashou is a famous general in Liaodong, and he is also decisive, he immediately abandoned Dalinghe City, and the whole army went to battle at the first time, originally facing Mao Jue's fierce assault, the Houjin army guarding the inner circle trench was already in chaos, and then it was collided by such a half-life force, it turned out that the Jianzhou Jurchens were also human beings, and they would also be defeated.

But it's really time for this ancestor to come to life, if it drags on for a while, Mao Jue is estimated to be hanging, his joining, the battlefield was reversed in an instant, and the remnants of the Iron Volunteer Corps seem to have injected new strength, fighting very hard.

Even as an enemy, the Zhenghuang Banner is still worthy of respect, and in the next tenfold siege battle, they still fought to the last man, stacked with layers of spearmen, and finally a few Jiannu archers still held broadswords to slash left and right to resist, under the spear piercing, they were nailed to the golden sweat tent, the spears broke through the tent, and blood sprayed on it at once.

It's just that no one respects the opponent at this time, the battle has come to this, I don't know how many siblings died here, Dongjiang's own soldiers patrolled back and forth with bayonets with red eyes, holding a big knife, Mao Jue watched a wounded and fallen to the ground with his hands raised his hands to resist, and moved back a little bit, but Wen Meng's eyes didn't blink, and the bayonet pierced directly, such assassinations came and went, and those who didn't die had to make up for a shot, Mao Jue's humanitarian spirit of that era, there was no need for it here.

In a trance, Wu Sangui's shout came from behind him.

"Brother Mao! Please!"

Or is he the most suitable martial artist for this era, he commanded more than 100 Guanning iron cavalry soldiers, and there were only a dozen or so people left who died in battle, but now, he was extremely excited, in front of the golden horde, he made a gesture to Mao Jue, I really can't figure out how he looked down on life and death so much, but finally cleaned up his mood, lifted the knife one by one, dragged it on the ground, and the blood droplets continued to drip downward, with three arrows stuck in his back, and Mao Jue, who still had half an arrow on his stomach, limped and staggered in.

Here, it is estimated that no one is more qualified to enter this hall than them, even if it is Zu Dashou.

The highest right of Jianzhou Nuzhen! The biggest source of disaster that has swept Liaodong for more than ten years, their Great Khan is in front of them, even if even heroes like Wu Sangui can't help but tremble a little, Mao Jue is also full of curiosity, what kind of person is Huang Taiji.

However, in the hazy light of the bronze tree candlestick, he walked to the innermost point, and he was cross-legged on the kind of kang full of people, but it was not Huang Taiji!

It's right to be a fat man, and he is also wearing the kind of melon skin hat that he stayed in TV dramas, but this person has no beard, and his fat face is already full of sweat beads because of fear, and the fat on the left side of his face is twitching and twitching, and he is already too scared to speak.

Mao Jue was really disappointed, but then he was relieved again, who is Huang Taiji? Even if he didn't believe that the Ming army could really hit his golden horde, he might be squatting here next to danger, this person was really a hero, leaving a stand-in for those tooth swingers outside to fight desperately for him, but he didn't know where to run for a long time.

I didn't have much hope, Mao Jue was about to look at it, but Wu Sangui couldn't do it, this thing jumped on the kang with great anger, and reached out and grabbed the fat man's collar.

"Dead eunuch! Huang Taiji! ”

"Big, big, big, bold and dare to call the name of the Great Khan, the name, copy, copy your nine clans!"

"Damn!"

Without waiting for Mao Jue to speak, Wu Sangui had already slashed it with a knife, the fat head flew out with a whirlwind, and the blood-sprayed corpse leaned back on the kang, such an inconsequential character, Wu Sangui said that he would kill him, so that Mao Jue had a new understanding of the ruthlessness of people in this era.

"Let's go, Brother Mao, it's cheaper for this old boy!"

His face really changed, carrying the braid of the fat head in one hand and the knife in the other, Wu Sangui nodded to Mao Jue in annoyance, and then turned around and walked out.

Outside, a military general has already been waiting there, this night, it is also the first time Mao Jue has seen Zu Dashou, this forty or fifty-year-old Liaodong Jiangmen leader is obviously old and tight, the muscles on a national face seem to be relaxed, full of wrinkles, that pair of eyes are also boiled red, full of bloodshots, this year is very tormenting for Zu Dashou, the battle of Jingshi, Yuan Chonghuan was imprisoned, worried about being implicated, he led the troops all the way back to Liaodong, and finally Sun Chengzong promised not to pursue it, he dared to come back, He was always worried about the trouble that Jinyiwei came to him.

In this battle of the Daling River, he was besieged again, and there was no water and no food, Mao Jue estimated that if he was in this position, he would have to be crushed.

But after all, it is the leader of a military group, even so, Zu Dashou is still very calm, just looking at Wu Sangui, who shook his head slightly, but immediately, carrying the head, Wu Sangui strode to the Dongjiang River that was still scattered underneath, in front of the sergeants of the two armies in Liaodong, he put the fat face of the eunuch who was standing full of blood to the back, and shouted excitedly.

"The enemy chieftain Taiji has been killed by the general and the Mao brothers!"

Obviously a big lie, Mao Jue subconsciously took a step forward, but when he saw that underneath, Wen Meng actually burst into tears excitedly, covered his head and squatted down, he swallowed the words again, a white lie, let these soldiers who have experienced vicissitudes of life laugh, what can he say.

I don't know how many soldiers and horses Zu Dashou has left, anyway, the shout that Huang Taiji is dead quickly spread throughout the entire trench camp, and the remaining Jianzhou Eight Banners no longer have the belief to fight, just like birds and beasts, they escaped from the trench from all directions, and then a team of Liaodong Army took over the various checkpoints, and this Dalinghe City finally belonged to the Ming army again from the inside out.

But the first thing is that these Liaodong troops didn't even collect the money, but turned out the grain of Jiannu and opened fire on the spot, and some people even vomited after eating, and then went back to eat and vomited again.

In the history books, the Daling River ran out of food, and they ate all the more than 20,000 people and soldiers who died in battle, seeing such a starving ghost, and then looking at the bare city walls of the dark Dalinghe City, even Mao Jue felt cold.

The current general situation, Wu Sangui took the time to explain to Zu Dashou, when he heard that more than 40,000 reinforcements collapsed outside the city, this Liaodong veteran obviously staggered, but when he heard Mao Jue's 3,000 men and horses, he forcibly took this trench, and he glanced at this head a few more times with surprise on his face.

Taking advantage of this effort, Mao Jue also did something, of course, at this time, he had no heart to collect the finances, and gathered the team, and most of those reserves were actually saved, but the loss of the pro-military camp made Mao Jue heartache beyond measure.

"Come back, the south can't stop!"

In a faint song of Chu Ci, a huge fire was blazing, among them, the voices and faces of each of the pro-soldiers gradually turned into blurred, turned into flying smoke, and dispersed with the wind, the war must have sacrifices, but the sacrifice also depends on whether it is worth it, just like today, the war that could have been won was beaten like this by a group of rotten Confucians and people with interests, and it also caused his own soldiers to die so heavily, in his heart, Mao Jue couldn't wait to kill Zhang Chun now.

The clucking sound of the fists, Mao Jue originally had a bit of romantic fantasy and hope for this Ming court, but now, in the misty fire, this hope is now gone.

I didn't have time to collect all the corpses of the soldiers, the fire burned for more than 20 minutes, and it could only be hurriedly extinguished and the ashes were collected, everyone is a member of the army, I believe that these soldiers are in the spirit of the sky, and they will not mind separating some of their skin and bones, and giving some comfort to those other lost families, right?

I didn't stay this night, about ten in the morning, it seemed that something was wrong, and the Jianzhou Eight Banners that were chasing in the direction of Jinzhou began to have a small force turning back, Zu Dashou was really a little more sensitive than Mao Jue, and immediately ordered to stop collecting the spoils and resting, his Jinzhou army and Mao Jue's iron righteous corps converged in one place, and crossed the river directly from the pontoon bridge repaired by Jiannu.

Tonight this is definitely related to the fire, lighting lanterns and carrying supplies, the narrow Houjin pontoon bridge is crowded with Ming troops, whether they know it or not, they have just experienced life and death, these soldiers are brothers, just pulling each other's hands to prevent falling into the raging river. In about half an hour, the dense army crossed from the south bank to the north bank of the Daling River. There is no need for Mao Jue to care, Zu Dashou has already ordered the fire, and the trench behind him can be vaguely seen that there seems to be a soldier of the Eight Banners of Jianzhou climbing up again, but looking at the raging fire and the turbulent autumn flood of the Daling River, they can only cry out in vain.

The white of the sun's belly slowly bloomed from the east, and the new dawn also illuminated the way back for the Ming army.

Until they were completely out of sight, Mao Jue was also completely relieved.

Finally the fuck is over!

(End of chapter)