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On the Nanhu Plain in the middle, with a brown crane-patterned flag? The team of men and horses is marching, trampling the endless snowfield out of mottled and thick traces.

Zhen Ran, the lord of the Zhen clan from Gyeongsang-do, rode on an Andong horse with a pitch-black mane and drooping feet, and walked in the middle with a hug in front of him.

Compared with the dominant Zhen Domain, the other three are more like his vassals, but they continue to maintain their family names and lineages. Therefore, he can basically control the dominance of this army without dispute.

Because of the need for long-term competition with the Lindao Pu family, it was incorporated into the joint system of Zhen's management through marriage and intermarriage very early, and the basic pace was maintained. Among them, in addition to the important positions of the clan lord and the family elder, and the position of the local governor and the acting official, most of them are also held by people who are close to the Zhen family.

Even if it is the top-level circle of these three families, the changes of the lord and the elder of the clan need to be informed and willing by Zhen Fan in a certain sense.

Out of the natural practical needs of a certain long-distance and close attack, he maintained a considerable degree of relationship and correspondence with the princes of the Fu family, who were also located in the northwest of Jeolla Province, like the wife of the previous feudal lord of the Fu family, and the biological mother of the current feudal lord was from the Zhen lineage.

Therefore, after encountering some kind of external pressure and crisis, Fu sent a secret messenger to his in-laws early on.

It's just that although it is rare for the other party to get this excuse and reason to intervene in Jeolla Province, it is due to the slow response, the hesitation of worrying about crises and traps, and the need for coordination within itself. After the Fu family was almost finished, it was decided to send troops with a unified opinion.

Although you can't expect to win the entire Jeolla Province, it is also excellent to be able to join forces with the Fu clan to defeat the old rival Pu clan, and even plunder it well, and by the way, in the land near the fertile Namho, there are a few more branches and clans nearby.

However, I didn't expect to meet Tomitsu, the general of the Fu family, who came to defect. That's what I knew. As the former rival of the Pu family, the potential alliance Ying Fu clan together with it, all of them have been finished, for Zhen Fan, who was ready to stop sending troops after a long time, this is really untimely bad news, but it is also a potential good news.

For it meant that there was no longer a reason for him to intervene; But with the fall of these two families, there was a great emptiness in Jeolla Province, and there was not much power left to defend against them.

In this way, what they had to face and solve was only a feudal town that had crossed the sea from all over the sea, the Huai Army, and this was an unprecedented opportunity to expand their power and influence.

Only this time, he rejected Fujin's suggestion to go north to seize the Quanzhou capital, but was a little confident, and planned to sweep away these foreign military horses, together with the remnants of the local feudal army, in one fell swoop.

As for the various miraculous ferocity and horror of the other party described in Fujin's persuasion and lobbying, he regarded it more as some kind of exaggeration and pretext to hide his defeat.

He didn't think that these enemies who had defeated Fu and Pu would have much intact combat strength and morale.

It is more likely that through the display of strength, the other side will know that it is difficult to retreat, so that it does not cost much, as long as a light armed march, you can start the entire northern part of Jeolla Province, and sit in the central Namho Great Plain.

Then, after slowly negotiating terms with the other party, or coercing and inducing them to compromise, and then sacrificing the interests of the local feudal family, it is better to "please" them to leave Jeolla Province.

Therefore, in accordance with the usual practice of wars between princes, he invited the other party to a dignified decisive battle on the Nanhu Plain, which was convenient for the deployment of most of the troops.

Of course, before that, he had to send someone to loot and loot the ground that Jeolla Road passed by

Two days later, on the banks of the frozen Wanqing River, I also personally saw this invading enemy army.

According to the reconnaissance of the capture team and the previous reprimand, the other party claims to be an army of 50,000, but the actual number should be between 30,000. In addition to the husbands who stayed behind along the way and provided transportation, the overall combat strength was stronger than the original Fu and Pu coalition armies.

Therefore, looking from a distance with a close mirror, under the simple ochre yellow banner, the equipment and complexion of this army look far more neat and neat than the combined forces of Pu or Fu.

At the very least, they are grouped together according to their classes and lengths, rather than being mixed together in a mess. As the saying goes, "one person is over 10,000, boundless and unstable".

These feudal armies from Shangqing Dao spread out one after another, occupying the boss in the field of vision, and all kinds of weapons were also polished and tried, and they looked like the scales were shining like a breeze.

But it didn't make much difference, especially to my army, a fully formed and well-supplied firearms unit with both mounted artillery.

The so-called invincible fame is not something that can be boasted about out of thin air. The only thing to worry about is the feudal armies on the flanks, so don't hold us back.

And the other party actually took the initiative to send an envoy to invite me to fight, I don't know whether it was arrogant or overconfidence, or full of confidence.

It's really strange every year, and today it's cloudy to my house.

Well, finally there's a decisive battle of sufficient scale, and an enemy who can fight head-on, and hopefully they'll push me to hold out a little longer

I can only talk about it and masturbate.

With the roar of more than a dozen artillery test firings, the prelude to the battlefield suddenly began.

The phalanx where Dutou Deng Fang was located, beating the fine drums, began to move forward slowly.

They carried the long guns on their shoulders, and while shouting to the slogans of the non-commissioned officers, they tried to adjust the order of their bodies slightly, and gradually extended into the direction of the enemy's horizontal formation.

When they had walked fifty paces twice, stopped and adjusted their formation, they had become a long line of three rows, and then, at the sound of the blowing horns, they sat down on the spot facing the enemy line that could be clearly seen.

The white soldiers in the first row, slightly obliquely upward, erected a three-eyed gun like a round pipe and mallet on it, and the last two rows of gunners began to check and prepare the long and short guns in their hands, and cleaned and loaded the sub-medicine one by one.

At this time, the second batch of artillery bombardment, also roaring over their heads, with a corrected head, crashed down in front of the enemy formation that rushed forward.

The other party seemed to be so shocked that he paused for a moment, and then burst into some kind of earth-shattering laughter. Then it was faintly visible to the naked eye, and the bouncing projectile was smashed head-on in the queue, and the half-section that had just come out of the earth-shattering laughter suddenly turned into panicked shouts and screams.

Several small waves of blood that could only be seen in the distance bloomed in the enemy's columns, turning into several blood-colored ravines that were difficult to bridge, and even the momentum of the rear team's march was slightly stagnant, and it was hastily congested with the front team.

It wasn't until the sound of drums and trumpets in the rear urged him again that he continued to march forward slowly, but this still didn't do anything as the queue where Deng Fang was on the front line.

Because, several regiments of the Gun Army from the main battle battalion also came to a distance of five paces behind them, and spread out in two thinner horizontal formations. The standard guns they use are obviously farther and quicker to load.

Deng Fang and the others hurriedly lowered their heads and covered their ears with their elbows, so as to prevent the shocked from hearing the initial and subsequent orders, and only heard the dense explosions that were diagonally placed above their heads, and the whistling sound fell one after another in the front line of those foreign domain armies.

Except for a few pre-lifted shots, and a puff of dust was splashed in front of the opponent's feet, the others all ran through the dense crowd as scheduled, and splashed with clusters of crimson colors.

Seeing the blood holes and wounds that suddenly appeared on their bodies, they almost showed some kind of dazed and helpless expression, and fell to the ground. Some were stepped on by those behind them, while others tripped over their companions who couldn't raise their legs to avoid them.

As a result, the queue at the head began to be chaotic. At this time, the guns, which extended from the two flanks, also followed the steps of the front, and in the close two rows of fire, more projectiles were fired into the enemy from the sideways.

As if it were a snow in the dust, these enemy positions, which had been battered before they could engage in battle, suddenly and rapidly diminished from the front and sides, along with the human bodies that had fallen to the ground in pieces, and in the inconspicuous places on the edge of the enemy formation, there were even some figures that turned around and fled.

At this time, the first row of arrays where Deng Fang was located hadn't even let go of a shot.

At this time, the third platoon of artillery exploded again, and the trajectory that was suppressed again, with a certain dull whistling sound and trajectory, almost brushed past the enemy in the front row, and after pounding and bouncing more than a dozen bursts of bloody rain, there was an unabated stretch of the tortuous flesh and blood ravine.

In the midst of the exclamations and screams, the enemy's front was already in chaos and collapsed, and began to scatter in all directions. From the beginning to the end, the other party did not come up with any means of counterattack.

At this time, the veteran Deng Fang also received the horn of the attack, and loudly urged him to stand up left and right, holding his hand or holding a firearm, and walking forward and trotting up from small steps.

Then, however, there was an accident, and suddenly from the left flank of the formation, a man in disheveled clothes rushed out, and pursued the scattered enemy formation. There is a sharp contrast with the main formation of the forest solemnity.

What's going on, so soon a vassal army attacked.

Deng Fang couldn't help but be a little surprised, although he thought so, but the physical instinct left over from repeated training still made them not hesitate much, and continued to move forward as a team.