Although he has such and such doubts, but looking at the eldest son Chu Ying, who is strong and brave and brave, the more he looks at it, the more pleasing it is to the eye, and the more he looks at it, the more he likes it.

He always felt that he saw what he looked like when he was young from Chu Ying.

At the beginning, if it weren't for his toughness and good fighting, it would not have been possible to gain the favor of the Li family, so he was able to be released back to the original tribe to lead the original deployment as the Li family's foreign aid.

The tribe is growing day by day, but his situation is still not good, Li Rusong ordered himself to give up his original plan to follow Li Rusong into the customs to fight, make senseless sacrifices, and give his life to Daming, to be honest, he didn't want to do this at all, but he didn't dare not listen to Li Rusong's words.

Sometimes, he felt that he was very faceless in front of his children, but he had to flatter Li Rusong like this, he knew that without the protection of the Li family, it would be impossible for him to develop the tribe to this point, and he had many enemies.

I can only hope that this time I can lose a little less elite and bring back some more people.

The long night passed, a new day came, on the morning of the third day of the first month of the twenty-sixth year of Wanli, the Ming army of Bauhinia Pass got up early for breakfast to prepare the army for the Mongol siege.

However, the Mongols on the opposite side did not seem to be enthusiastic about this matter, and they kept procrastinating until the turn of the noon, and they formed a whole team until the turn of the morning, and slowly and lazily set up siege equipment in front of the Ming army pass, and seemed to be preparing to attack the city.

Xiao Ruxun observed those northern captives with a clairvoyant mirror at the head of the city, and found that the people who operated the siege equipment were basically captured Ming soldiers, and they were still wearing tattered Ming army uniforms, and it could be seen that the mood was extremely low, as if they were forced, and they were very negative.

The Mongols were not very numerous, about three or four thousand men lined up in formation, and there was a group of cavalry behind them, most of them were foot soldiers who dismounted and fought on foot, and it seemed that they intended to attack the city wall after the first round of long-range attacks.

It's strange, such a lazy and slow look, is it still those fierce and murderous cavalrymen who come and go like the wind without blinking? Why are these Mongols so lazy, at the moment of the war, you can still see some people yawning, and the queue is also standing crookedly.

Li Chengliang had been sent back to Beijing early this morning, and now only Chai Guozhu was following Xiao Ruxun, so Xiao Ruxun asked Chai Guozhu.

"The Beiyu doesn't look like he has a high fighting spirit, his expression is lazy, the queue is not rigorous at all, and the number of people is not large, Chief Chai soldiers, is this really the siege preparation of 40,000 cavalry?"

Chai Guozhu scratched his forehead, and said a little embarrassed: "Admiral, they weren't like this before, and they have been like this recently, and they ...... before."

Xiao Ruxun shook his head and said: "Forget it, I won't pursue these anymore, the soldiers don't dare to fight, and you are helpless, I am now more and more sure that these northern captives are definitely not here to attack Bauhinia Pass, they must just be to contain my army towards the eastern part of the country, and not let the reinforcements enter Shanxi to help the war." ”

"Admiral, is it possible that there is a ploy to lure us out of the customs to fight? After all, it was really abnormal for them to be so scattered. ”

"Lure us out of the customs to fight? They should know that our army's combat strength is low and their fighting spirit is not high, and they will not know the news of our army's increase in troops, so they have no way to set up such a strategy. ”

Xiao Ruxun looked at Li Rusong who was standing beside him.

"General Li, it's time for you to prepare, later, I will destroy their siege equipment with Hongyi cannons, and catch them by surprise, you will lead the elite cavalry to attack them head-on and crush them, I will send someone to deal with you, if they are deceitful, withdraw immediately, don't hesitate, don't fight to the death."

Li Rusong looked at the city, nodded, and went back to the city to rectify the soldiers and horses.

"Gunners prepare! Reload Ammo!! ”

Xiao Ruxun glanced at Wang Hui beside him, Wang Hui immediately raised the command flag to give the gunner an order, and the well-trained gunners quickly began to operate the complicated Hongyi cannon, filling the cannon body with gunpowder and shells, and those soldiers who had never seen the Hongyi cannon fired looked at everything in front of them curiously.

"Admiral, can this Hongyi cannon really hit that far? Can you really destroy those trebuchets and bed crossbows? ”

Obviously, Chai Guozhu still didn't believe it a little.

Xiao Ruxun nodded: "The power of this Hongyi cannon is great, not to mention how powerful it is, although it is a solid bullet, it will bounce on the ground, and it will jump out all the way. ”

"So scary?"

Chai Guozhu couldn't help but fantasize about some scenarios in his mind and shuddered.

"So, when attacking the city, this cannon is a rare weapon, the only thing that worries me is that this cannon is made by the Francophone, they also have such a cannon there, and the Ming is only available to me, if you fight with the Francophone, their firearms are excellent and the artillery is strong, and our Ming army is really not an opponent."

Chai Guozhu frowned.

"Didn't the Admiral fight with the Francos in the South Seas?"

"Yes, they have been beaten, but their number is not large, it is less than two thousand, and the equipment is not very sophisticated, the captured prisoners said that their weapons and equipment are no less than the Ming Dynasty, and the firearms are even better than the Ming Dynasty.

Hearing Xiao Ruxun say this, Chai Guozhu became interested.

"Even if you have firearms, mathematics, astronomy and geography are all small paths, how can they compare to marching soldiers and governing the country? The only thing to worry about is the ear of firearms. ”

Xiao Ruxun shook his head suddenly, pointed to the Mongols under the city and said: "Chief Chai, do you know that in my heart, the weight of these northern captives on horseback is far inferior to the weight of the Francois people. ”

Chai Guozhu looked at Xiao Ruxun in surprise, and was very puzzled by his words.

And this is not an enemy? These fierce cavalry invaded the interior of the Ming Dynasty at every turn, bringing serious loss of material, manpower and wealth to the Ming Dynasty. Also, why is Daming himself the enemy of Daming? Xiyi is still 108,000 miles away from the Ming Dynasty, how can it be called the enemy of the Ming Dynasty?

Sometimes, Chai Guozhu felt that he couldn't understand this general, this very powerful general who was very good at fighting and using soldiers, he always seemed to be thinking about something other than fighting, rather than thinking about things that really needed to be considered, such as the northern captives who were preparing to attack the city at the moment.

At this moment, the sound of the desolate horn sounded, and the steppe war horn, which had been passed down hundreds of years ago, representing killing and destruction, and despair, sounded again.

At that time, every time such a voice sounded, it represented the despair of the Han people in the Central Plains, because they only failed, could not win, and even the struggle was extremely difficult to do, and in the end, there was only a way to commit suicide by jumping into the sea.

And now......

"The Northern Captives are attacking! Pass the order! Full Arms Battle! Beat the drums! ”

Xiao Ruxun pulled out his sword and gave the order to fight.

The rumbling war drums sounded from the city, and the drums representing the indomitable and unyielding fighting spirit of the Han people also resounded in the ears of every Ming soldier for thousands of years.

They can come south, and we can go north.