Wang Huan's time was very tight, because when he got the news of the Qing army, Su Le had already arrived at Chencang, and Ma Lashi had arrived at the mouth of the Meridian Valley, and these two passages through the Qinling Mountains were only two or three hundred miles long, although the two convoys were huge and the foot was slow, but they could also get out in more than ten days, and the camp of the Kuizhou army was just between the two passages, one hundred and fifty miles away from Chencang Road, and three hundred miles away from Meridian Valley Road.

Fortunately, the Kuizhou army did not dare to say that it was strong, and when it came to military discipline and mountain warfare, it ranked second at the end of the Ming Dynasty, and no one dared to call it the first. So Wang Huan ordered everyone to eat well, and then go into battle lightly, except for the weapons and armor they carried and the dry food for five days, they didn't bring anything else, not even the dry food for the return trip.

Burn one's ship! Killed the Tartars and robbed them of their food as a food and drink for the Kuizhou army on the way back!

Wang Huan's sonorous and powerful words completely inspired the confidence of the officers and men of the Kuizhou Army, what is the Tartar, have you killed less during this time? Fighting in the mountains, everyone has not been afraid of anyone, follow Lord Wang, and you will win!

Between the mountains of the Qinling Mountains, the Gulai Mountains are high and densely forested, except for a few valley passages, the rest of the places are inaccessible no man's land, only one by one by the Orion Medicine Man stepped out of the path bird path shuttles among them, there are many mountain streams and steep slopes, ordinary people are extremely difficult to pass, but in this case, the Kuizhou army is stunned to rely on two mountain guides, trekking hard between the mountains and mountains, in ten days, through the mountains and obstacles, quietly appeared on the plank road less than twenty miles away from the exit of the Meridian Valley.

At this time, because the road was too peaceful, Malahi was about to leave the valley, and he was in a good mood, and he walked slowly in the valley.

The Kuizhou army gathered on the mountains on both sides of the plank road, rested, and took a breath, and the spies sent by Wang Huan reported that the Tartar grain convoy was slowly coming along the plank road ten miles away from here, and it was estimated that after two hours, it would be able to walk to the position where the Kuizhou army was.

More than 3,000 heavy-duty carts walked very the simple plank road in the Meridian Valley, almost advancing while repairing the road, so the foot journey was very slow, and it was not unusual to walk for two hours in ten miles.

Eat the last bit of dry food in your bag, drink enough water, and even lean on a tree to take a nap, this is the preparation work of the Kuizhou Army before the war, there is no mobilization, no need for incentives, combat is work is natural, hard training on weekdays, isn't it just to be able not to panic in wartime?

With the squad as a unit, the captains are checking the weapons of the soldiers, the centurion is patrolling, and the general manager is gathered around Wang Huan.

Two hours passed in a flash, and the vanguard of the grain convoy appeared on the road between the trees, and a group of laborers with road repair tools showed their heads first.

In order to take care of all aspects of the long convoy, in case a coachman escaped on the way, Ma Lashi divided the 1,000 Eight Banners into several parts, and scattered them in the front, middle and rear of the convoy, in order to take care of the overall situation, and he only left a hundred elite Bai Baya soldiers to protect him, because the cavalry suffered on this plank road, and could not ride at all, so he had to dismount and walk on foot, leading the mount to walk at the end.

According to the report of the spies, Wang Huan laid a sleeve on both sides of the nearly ten-mile-long plank road of the Kuizhou army of 6,000 people, focusing on pinching one end, one tail and the middle.

When everything was ready, Malahi's convoy gradually entered the ambush circle, watching the laden grain carts pass in front of them, and the rude shouts and curses could not stop coming, and the Tartar soldiers waved their whips and beat the backward coachmen, and the laborers endured the pain, and pushed and pulled the carts with the cattle, and when they went uphill to Maikan, they had to carry the cart on their shoulders and push it hard to barely go up, and their condition was miserable.

Wang Huan watched quietly for a while, and whispered to the left and right: "After the war starts, don't kill those coachmen and laborers, although they have shaved their hair and braids, they are still Han people, they can't kill without permission, as long as they don't resist, they will leave a way to live." ”

Left and right agreed, and immediately someone passed on his order.

After a long time, almost another hour after the grain cart walked, the end of the convoy appeared in Wang Huan's eyes, followed by Ma Lahi and the others who were sweating profusely.

Seeing that because of the hot weather, Ma Lashi had taken off his armor, only wearing a relatively light chain mail, and constantly fanning the wind with a fan made of banana leaves, Wang Huan couldn't help but laugh, and glanced at the ancestors around him, the Liaodong Han is not accustomed to the water and soil in the northwest, especially the heat in summer, there are ancient times, it seems that the Eight Banners who dominate the world are not used to leaving their hometowns.

After the last Qing soldier walked in front of him, and there was no one behind him except for cow and horse dung, Wang Huan nodded sideways.

Ma Wannian picked up his ancestral iron bow, bent the bow and set up the arrow, raised his head upward, and shot an arrow with a "whoosh".

The sound of the arrow soared upwards into the sky, and the sharp whistling echoed in the hollow valley, making all the people in the grain convoy look forward to it and be stunned.

Before the Qing soldiers came to their senses, the woods in all directions seemed to suddenly come to life, from the mountains and forests on both sides, among the trees, shouting and rushing out of countless white-robed people with swords.

"Kill the Tartars!"

Wang Huan shouted violently, jumped up, climbed out of the bushes where he was hiding with a mountain-destroying crossbow, and flew towards the plank road.

Beside him, Ma Wannian copied the iron-tired bow, one arrow at a time, and shot like a bead; Zu Bian held up the ghost-headed knife, like angry King Kong, with a red face and blackened, followed by Wang Huan. The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, led the escort team around Wang Huan's side, and swooped away like an avalanche.

The moment Malahi volleyed the arrows into the air, he felt that it was not good, and before he could grab the armor from the hands of his own soldiers, "Kill the Tartars!" The shouts of killing had already risen, and suddenly countless white-robed soldiers appeared on the mountains on both sides, rushing down like the entire mountain had collapsed.

"Ming Army!" Ma Lashi reacted instantly, in the northwest periphery, the one who dared to attack the Qing army's grain transportation team was by no means an ordinary Xiangma bandit, except for the Ming army that had been haunting and cutting off the grain route, he couldn't think of anyone else.

Malahi is worthy of a veteran of the battlefield, and it is not the first time that he has been surrounded in decades of fighting, and when he sweeps his eyes, he knows that the enemy army that has set up an ambush is several times more than his own troops, and the Qing soldiers scattered everywhere will definitely be broken by each one when they fight alone, and they must be gathered and formed.

"Raise the flag and move closer to me!" Malashi immediately made a decision, while shouting and ordering the soldiers around him to raise his flag high, while drawing his bow and arrows, he began to reflect at the first time.

The first wave of attacks of the white-robed soldiers was still the first crossbow arrows, and the fast rate of fire of the mountain-destroying crossbow was like a storm, and a puff of crossbow arrows was released like splashing water, and the plank road was already narrow, and the Qing soldiers had nowhere to hide, and a group of people fell in an instant.

Wang Huan's mountain-destroying crossbow also shot ten crossbows in a row like a machine gun, shooting while running, the accuracy was not high, but it also shot over two Tartar soldiers, one Tartar soldier was shot in the chest, twitched on the ground, and couldn't see that he was alive, but the other person was shot in the shoulder and abdomen by two arrows, and the blood was rushing, but this person was brave, and pulled out the arrow shaft in the abdomen ruthlessly, ignoring the other arrow dangling on the shoulder, pulled out the long knife at his waist, and roared towards Wang Huan.

Wang Huan dropped the mountain-destroying crossbow, "dang long" a long knife out of the sheath, holding it with both hands, the Tartar soldier had arrived in front of him, the cold blade with the smell of blood slaughtered to his ears, Wang Huan's long knife slashed, gold and iron were combined, and it swung away.

Ma Lahi's side, are all Bai Baya soldiers, infinitely powerful, experienced, killing out the strength of the flower, although seriously injured but fighting to the death, blocked by Wang Huan's knife, immediately the blade turned, in the air spun the fastest bend, and from the other direction thunderbolt split, the action was faster than Wang Huan who was not injured, Wang Huan was shocked, just now that hard bump, there was already a feeling of numbness in the tiger's mouth, the chest was faintly a little sluggish, the Tartar soldiers had no effect, another knife came immediately, and quickly turned the knife edge, Once again, the vertical knife was a stick, and the sound of "bell" could block this knife.

The Tartar soldier's abdomen was bleeding like a torrent, and even his intestines were faintly exposed when he pulled the shaft of the arrow just now, but he went crazy under the severe pain, roared, withdrew the knife, raised it high above the top, and then slashed at Wang Huan's head like a mountain.

The strength of this knife can open the stele and crack the stone, and just two knives in a row, the power of the knife is as great as a lightning strike, Wang Huan's hands are already timid, and he does not dare to fight this knife again, so he hurriedly made a mistake and dodged away.

Wang Huan took the opportunity to twist his waist and turn around, and the long knife in his hand stabbed into the waist of the Tartar soldier with the strength of his waist, twisted his hands, and the knife turned around in his waist, and the Tartar soldier in pain screamed miserably, bent into a shrimp, fell to the ground and roared twice and died.

Wang Huan's palms were full of sweat, a chill on his back, and he was lucky in his heart, if this Tartar Baya Soldier was not seriously injured by his first arrow, but was afraid of competing martial arts, Wang Huan would definitely be the one who lost his head.

Looking up, I saw that the surroundings were chaotic, Zubian and Ma Wannian were fighting against a white-armored Baya soldier, fighting in full swing, and their own guards were also fighting with a group of Qing soldiers, almost no one could separate, less than 100 Ma Lahi Baya Ya Lama guards were inseparable from their own personal guards of more than 200 people, and Ma Lashi himself was still protected in the middle, so he was waiting to hold a hard bow, and shot at the white-robed soldiers one after another.

Wang Huan was greatly surprised in his heart, could it be that this is the real elite combat power of the Eight Banners, and the Bai Baya soldiers are even stronger than their own white pole soldiers.

(End of chapter)