Datong's affairs are not so important to Dolgon, as long as Jiang Jiu doesn't run out, let him stay in the predicament. The anti-Qing leader of Shanxi and even the entire Central Plains is no longer this person, and Wang Huan, who has sprung up, has replaced his role, and Dolgon clearly understands that Wang Huan's immortality is the end of the Qing Dynasty's withdrawal from the Guanwai.

The battle outside Shiling Pass was going on every day, wave after wave of Han army and Mongol like the ebb and flow of the waves, rolling up a monstrous momentum in the sound of horns in the sky, angrily rushing towards the rock-like Guancheng, and then slammed on the white Kuizhou army position, smashed into pieces, turned into a stupid aftermath, and retreated to the place of departure.

Dolgon was still holding a clairvoyant mirror, standing expressionlessly in the back and watching all this, and the earth-shattering sound of fighting was heard in his ears, which did not arouse his slightest emotion, just like looking at the snow on Changbai Mountain day after day, plain and indifferent.

The life and death of a person is just a cold number for a superior like him, and all he cares about is how much distance he is from the goal he wants to achieve after investing so much power.

The daily routine is very regular, the door is open at the hour to send troops, the troops are collected and returned to the camp at noon, and after lunch in the afternoon, a team of people goes out of the battle, and the soldiers are dismissed at the time of the unitary, almost every day, the soldiers on both sides are familiar to numbness, and at the point of time, the mechanical knife is in hand, and they go to the battlefield, just like the schoolchildren who are about to face the master's exam, full of reluctance but helplessness.

All this, on September 22, finally had a head.

For the first time, the Qing army did not push the shield cart out early in the morning to harass, but closed the camp gate, closed the flag, and shrank in the camp, without moving for a day.

The Kuizhou army here, happy to be idle, during this period of time, the Qing army used the method of knocking kraft candy to fight wheel battles every day, but it was very headache for Li Tingyu and others, although there were firearms in hand, but this way of playing was very considerate of people's endurance, and it was a huge test for the supply of gunpowder to the Kuizhou army.

Wang Huan before entering Shanxi, he made arrangements for his logistics, from central Sichuan to Hanzhong, and then to Xi'an, all the way to Tongguan, with the strong financial support of the Kuizhou army, a smooth transportation line was established, a hundred miles of a tunbao, ten miles of a military station, five miles of a post station, the military station has pack horses, the post station has grass grain, the post station is stationed in charge of road maintenance and security along the way of the local soldiers, the military station has a hundred people, and the tunpu is the transit station for the delivery of goods, a tunpu is responsible for the transportation of a hundred miles away, changing people and horses do not change cars, Rotate day and night to ensure the smooth flow of transportation.

This transportation line is mainly used for the transportation of grain and gunpowder, when the Shanxi Righteous Army solved most of the grain and grass consumption of the Kuizhou Army on the spot, it was mainly used for gunpowder and newly trained soldiers in Sichuan, a large number of gunpowder and recruits along this line, riding in a cart all the way bumpy, a steady stream of Wang Huan in Shiling Pass.

Therefore, although the use of gunpowder has always been large, there is absolutely no shortage, and in the warehouse behind Shiling Pass, large barrels of gunpowder and newly made firearms are guarded by the most elite soldiers, waiting for the moment of power.

Wang Huan was alert to the sudden cessation of the Qing army, and after standing on the gate and holding a clairglass mirror and looking at the direction of the Qing army's camp for a long time, he knocked on the stone city wall and thought for a long time, and called Ma Wannian and asked a few questions, Ma Wannian shook his head and pointed to the sky, Wang Huan did not ask again.

As soon as the next day dawned, the Qing army couldn't wait to open the door and come out, the flags were overwhelming, the soldiers were densely packed, almost pouring out the nest, squeezing the entire horizon, looking from a distance, it was like a black wall on the horizon.

Li Tingyu scolded loudly, tirelessly ordered his soldiers to quickly take position, yesterday day, the trenches and horses that were destroyed by the Qing army for several days were repaired well, and there were many sharp stumbling nails.

He had a hunch that the Qing army stopped for a day, and it was definitely not to go on vacation to rest and look for a girl, within the boundary of a hundred miles of land nearby, ordinary people had already fled, and no living person could be found, except for entering the mountains to hunt wild boars, there was no other entertainment.

Clenching the spear in his hand, he nervously looked at the Qing army's large array through the wooden fence on the low wall, and the number of human heads beating like a cloud told him that this time the Qing army was definitely not as harassing as the previous few days.

It's time to play for real.

In general, in such a decisive battle posture, there must be something like a secret weapon to suppress the formation, what could it be?

Li Tingyu was very curious, he recalled the scene when Wang Huan convened a meeting of senior officers of each battalion the day before, what Wang Huan said.

"Isn't it really a red-coated cannon?" He frowned and tried to keep his eyes open, the figure of the Qing army swayed, and there were bullocks dragging heavy objects in the shadow of the flag.

Looking at it, Li Tingyu's pupils shrank: "Straight lady thief!" There really are redcoat cannons! ”

Hundreds of bullocks and strong horses, pouring out from both sides of the Qing army's array, the speed is very slow, with a long and strong rope on their bodies, behind them, a sturdy figure of a black and shiny red-clothed cannon is exposed, a cannon is more than one person high, the slightly raised cannon muzzle is like a beam, pulling out thousands of pounds of cattle and horses to drag them, still struggling, which shows the heaviness of these guys.

Dolgon looked at these black fellows, smiling, his eyes flashed fiercely, his body was straight, and he was holding the reins of the horse in his palm, and he wanted to immediately fire ten thousand cannons to collapse the hateful stone wall between the two mountains opposite, and it would be best to bombard Wang Huan to death in the pile of rubble.

However, this is not in a hurry, a red-coated cannon weighs thousands of catties, and it has to be slowly settled and built before it can be put into use, if you find a place to fire the cannon, it is very likely to fall into the mud and overturn, and it is not easy to turn them over.

The artillery of the Wuzhen Chaoha battalion was in full swing, and Dolgon and others were eagerly watching, and the soldiers everywhere were in position and lined up, and when the artillery was in place, it was the time for the overall attack.

After so long in this col, today is finally coming to an end.

In the passionate atmosphere, no one noticed that a small shadow flew by in the sky.

The black shadow flew very fast, swept through the Qing army's large array like a meteor, circled around the stone ridge pass, aimed at the position, and plunged headlong.

Ma Wannian stretched out his left hand, with a thick layer of cowhide gloves tied to his arm, the black shadow pierced down, and when he was about to land, he suddenly stretched out a pair of black and white wings, slapped twice, slowed down the momentum of the fall, and fell beautifully, and a pair of sharp claws firmly grasped Ma Wannian's arm.

This is a falcon, all brown, only a pair of wings with white feathers at the tips, moderate size, agile and ferocious, a pair of eyes shining, at first glance it is the best, I don't know how much work it took to boil out.

Wang Huan glanced at it and said, "This eagle is really powerful, you can be found thousands of miles away, there are indeed capable people in the Bentar Khan tribe." ”

Ma Wannian stretched out his hand and pulled out a roll of paper from a thin metal tube on the Saker's leg, handed it to Wang Huan with both hands, and couldn't put it down and wanted to stroke the big bird, but the Saker didn't bird him, and a pair of claws moved on his arm to prevent him from touching it.

Ma Wannian smiled bitterly, shook his head, took out a piece of meat from his waist, fed it to the mouth of the falcon, the big bird stretched out his mouth and ate, and when it finished eating, Wang Huan had already read the content on the paper, picked up the pen and wrote another piece of paper, dried the ink, and rolled it into the thin tube on the falcon's legs.

The people on the ground watched the big bird leave, Wang Huan clapped his hands, his eyes were bright, and he smiled at Ma Xintian and Li Dingguo who were standing beside him: "The north is already in place, now it's up to us to fight, since Dolgon wants to fight, we will accompany him to fight." ”

With a wave of his hand, he stepped on one foot on the stone at the battlement, one hand on his knee, his white armor was shining, and his head was high, like a proud eagle.

"In this battle, I thought it would take a little effort to get Dorgon's entire army to be dispatched, but I didn't know that he was in a hurry than us. Oh, okay, gentlemen, then go up. ”

The fist slammed down in the air: "Hit him with a falling flower!" ”

(End of chapter)