In mid-February, after a month or so of marching, the Ming army reached the Mopan Mountains. Historically, Li Dingguo set up three ambushes here in a row, which dealt a heavy blow to the Qing army in Yunnan.

In the middle of Mopan Mountain, there is a northwest-southeast sheep intestine trail through the entire mountain, this trail is only for one person to walk, and it is a natural ambush site.

Naturally, in this time and space after being instigated by butterfly wings, Li Dingguo chose here "again". Perhaps, this is the inevitability of history.

"It is said that the king of Gongchang was beaten to Dali by that Wu back, and he won all the way, and his soldiers will be proud. Therefore, our army set up one, two, three, and three ambushes here. Each ambush is 2,000 people, and when Wu Yi enters the third ambush, as soon as the cannon sounds, the three ambushes are killed together, and Wu Yi is cut into several sections, and the battle is quickly resolved! Li Dingguo pointed to a simple map of Mopan Mountain and explained the battle plan to everyone in the tent. Yongli sat on the chair next to him and resolutely rejected Li Dingguo's idea of giving up the throne.

"Tai Amber."

"In!"

"You lead two thousand men and lay an ambush southeast of the trail."

"Obey!"

"Marquis of Guangchang."

"In!"

"You lead two thousand men in an ambush in the middle."

"Wang Xi."

"In!"

"You lead two thousand men to an ambush at the end."

Seeing Li Dingguo giving orders on the side, Zhu Youlang couldn't help but sigh in his heart: At the time of Emperor Lie, a marquis and an earl, how high his status was, but now he has been reduced to only one guerrilla force...

"Your Majesty, for the sake of the country, please go down the mountain first and wait for the good news." Li Dingguo knelt down on one knee and said. It is said that it is the royal driving pro-conquest, but it is not uncommon for the pro-conquest to shrink behind in history--- such as Song Zhenzong. Although Li Dingguo is loyal, in his heart, whether he can compare with Song Zhenzong today is really a big question mark.

"King Jin's loyalty and patriotism, I know very well. However, if he loses today, Wu Sangui will chase me into Burma, and the king of Jin also knows how the king of Burma treats me. There is Myanmar in the front, Wu Sangui in the back, where can I go? Zhu Youlang said resolutely. Although perhaps due to the reason for the crossing, Zhu Youlang's route and time into Burma are different from those in history, he has no doubt that if Li Dingguo is defeated "again", the generals who escorted him will also flee on their own, and by the way, they will take the burden on him.

"So, I am the same as King Jin! If I lose, I will also be martyred, and I will never let the thief insult, if I win, I will Wu rebel, and I will give the head here, and tell the world that the Ming Dynasty will inevitably prosper! ”

"Your Majesty, how dare your ministers put your Majesty at risk? Please go back to a safe place. When Li Dingguo heard these impassioned words, maybe the Son of Heaven had really changed.

"King Jin, I ascended the throne in Zhaoqing. Where is this now? Is there a safe place in this world for me? Zhu Youlang stood up, waved his arms and said excitedly.

"The ministers are guilty......" Hearing this, everyone knelt down in unison. Yongli had no choice but to help them up and said: "Why did the generals say this, those who can come here with my bloody battle are all great heroes of the escort!" If it weren't for you, I would have been strangled to death by Wu Wei with a bowstring in the capital of Yunnan! ”

"However, I have made up my mind." Zhu Youlang looked arrogant, and those who didn't know thought that he was going to die now. "Tomorrow morning, I will inspect the whole army."

Li Dingguo saw that the matter had come to this point, and he no longer persuaded him, and led all the generals to bow down and say: "The ministers will go to the soup for Your Majesty!" ”

The next day, Zhu Youlang ordered the people to play the honor guard of the Son of Heaven, and the yellow umbrella cover was very eye-catching. When the soldiers saw the emperor coming from afar, they all pointed and cheered loudly. The soldiers didn't have the money to learn the Four Books and the Five Classics, and they didn't know that "Zi Bu was silent and strange and confused". In their superstitious eyes, the emperor is a living god.

However, Zhu Youlang did not learn from Song Zhenzong's idea of putting on his armor and waving his hand and running away. Since it's time to put on a show, it's time to do it all. Zhu Youlang inspected the whole army, found a few soldiers who looked thin and shabby, and asked the eunuch next to him to give them new battle jackets. Seeing the soldiers excited, swearing and swearing, Zhu Youlang couldn't help but laugh secretly in his heart.

After the inspection, Zhu Youlang "borrowed flowers to offer Buddha" and ordered the whole army to add food (anyway, the military rations were also Li Dingguo's), and the hot chicken soup and the heart-warming chicken soup for the soul raised the originally somewhat depressed morale. But Zhu Youlang's own mood was low: what he hated most before crossing was feudal superstition, but after crossing over, he still had to rely on feudal superstition to do things, and used the same means as modern people who seem to be mentally retarded to buy people's hearts, which is really funny.

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On 21 February, Wu Sangui led his army across the Nu River, which has a small volume of water, and arrived at the foot of Mopan Mountain.

The scout was sent out early, just in time to turn back. reported back one after another: Li Dingguo, the puppet king of the Jin Dynasty, had long since fled far away, and there was only grass and trees in front of him, and there was not a single soldier.

"Good!" Wu Sangui, who was nearly fifty years old, was smiling and stroking his beard on the horse. He sent out his division from Kunming, pursued for hundreds of miles, and almost no one resisted, and he felt with many years of combat experience that as long as he could catch up with Li Dingguo, he would be able to win the merit of destroying the country.

What the? You say that the Manchus did not recognize the Southern Ming as a "state"? didn't admit it, but when Wu Sangui strangled Zhu Youlang to death three years later, the Manchu Qing Dynasty honestly named him the Prince of Pingxi.

At the sound of an order, the scattered Qing army walked into the path of Mopan Mountain. The constant laughter in the team is nothing more than land, money and women, Wu Sangui doesn't care about him, it's not bad to relax when the war is about to end.

It is difficult to cover up the traces of the brigade marching, let alone when the Qing army is talking and laughing loudly? The heralds kept running around in the dense forest, conveying the news that the Qing army was about to ambush.

At noon, the vanguard of the Qing army had already begun to climb the mountain. Perhaps in order to speed up the march, the Qing army simply did not send scouts. At first, the people who walked in were still a little nervous, but they didn't move any way in, and the people in the back looked at the long dragon in front of them, and naturally gave birth to an illusory sense of security, and no one worried about the ambush anymore.

At this time, Zhu Youlang was lying behind a dirt slope, looking at the Ming army that seemed to be integrated with Mopan Mountain, and his heart couldn't help but rise up with admiration for Li Dingguo: Being able to train a feudal army like this, Li Dingguo's reputation is really inferior to his talent.

And Li Dingguo sat in the tent, reflecting the demeanor of a general who was calm and relaxed, and was not shocked, but as long as someone came in, they could find that there was no charcoal fire in the tent, but Li Dingguo was still sweating profusely. In order not to disturb the morale of the army, Li Dingguo ordered that no one except scouts should be allowed to enter the big tent before the war.

The tent was constantly receiving messages from the scouts, and when each scout came in, they pointed out the latest location of the vanguard of the Qing army on the map. Since receiving the news that the Qing army had begun to climb the mountain, almost three hours had passed, and the black dots on the map had gotten closer and closer to the third ambush circle, but why did the Qing army stop?

Three waves of scouts in a row brought back almost the same point, and the scouts did not dare to risk being found in an ambush to see closer. Obscured by the fog of the battlefield, Li Dingguo felt that his heart was crawling with red ants, and he almost couldn't get up in one breath.

"Report! The Tartars are moving! The scout walked into the tent and pointed out the spot on the map with a brush, right in the middle of the third ambush circle.

"Good! Let this Wu rebel today, and give the head here! Tell the first ambush gunner to open fire! Wu Shun, since you voted for Tartar in the seventeenth year of Chongzhen, to this year, you have been scourging Shenzhou for fifteen years! ”