When the Daystar was still very bright, the Ming army camp was already full of people.

The Qing army was camped less than five miles away from the Ming army, because there were thousands of cavalry from Texas and Gaojie behind them.

The enemy in front of him, the deep ditch and the fortification, are also very headaches.

Just the distance of the camp and the deployment of defenses have already caused the coach Abatai a headache.

When they heard the movement of the Ming army's camp, the generals of the front battalion sent reconnaissance cavalry to approach and investigate: the answers were all the same, the Ming army moved one after another, and the banners were displayed, and they were about to go out of the camp for a decisive battle.

This news, for Abatai, is simply a windfall.

"Sun Chuanting is stupid?"

He asked everyone: "At most, he has more than 10,000 soldiers, and Gao Jie's elite is isolated, and there is a new defeat of the Ming army that cannot be used. ”

It's a question that no one can answer, and certainly no one needs to answer.

In the north of the city of Dezhou, there is a flat river, which is a rare broad plain in the capital of Shandong Prefecture.

The Ming army was newly defeated, and it was impossible for any reinforcements to arrive quickly, and it was difficult to set up an ambush in the plains. When an upright division comes up to meet the enemy, isn't the Ming army just looking for death?

With Sun Chuanting's wisdom, of course, he also has the bitterness and considerable confidence to fight. Today's Ming army is also completely different from the previous year, and has the strength to fight with the enemy on the opposite side.

At this level, Abatai vaguely understood, but he still felt that the other party was too arrogant.

Hiding in the camp, for the time being, there is no way for him, since he dares to leave the camp, it is even better.

At that moment, Ziye also ordered the whole battalion to prepare for an attack, first send more scouts, and separate the scouts from the absolute side to facilitate his mobilization and reaction, and the rest of the miscellaneous affairs were handled by the generals at all levels.

After the arrangement was completed, Abatai, who was wearing a thick cloth robe, also began to slowly put on his armor under the service of his own minion.

Before dawn, the air turned into fog, and it was not a pleasant thing to slowly put on the cold iron armor on the body.

Fortunately, Abatai is also used to this kind of thing.

As the son of a concubine, he has always been unvalued in the family, and when a few bullish brothers are there, who is watching him?

Even if it is his father Khan, I am afraid that he is neglected to care about his son, his old man's son, but there are too many.

Fortunately, he climbed the eighth child's riding boots in time, and made a lot of efforts in the matter of killing Mang Gurtai, and then got a large vote of Niu Lu Bao, and since then, his strength has expanded, and he can use his military exploits to earn more and more benefits.

After years of running around and fighting hard, I have only earned a county king hat today, how can I be willing?

Capture Dezhou, break the Ming army's array, go down to Jinan, and get the whole territory of Shandong, can these merits be changed to a prince's hat from the regent?

It's all up to today!

When he finished putting on his armor and looked at the whole camp, the weather was light, and he could see the soldiers who were staying in the tents beginning to leave the camp and start to untie the horses on the side, and the auxiliaries began to prepare their armor and prepare breakfast.

Smoke curls from dozens of villages, bringing out the aroma of food in the morning breeze.

In the north of the city of Texas, in order to hide their whereabouts, the army was stationed in the field, at this time most of them were stationed in the villages, but last night but heard the crying and howling of the people, it was obvious that many people were killed, and many women were annihilated.

But this is only a small matter, and Abatai believes that before the fall of today, everything will be over, and within three days, he will be able to sleep well in Texas City.

………… At the beginning of the hour, a large number of Qing army's rangers were already galloping on the vast battlefield between the two armies.

This is a typical Shandong land, the cavalry galloping on the thick and solid land, galloping vertically and horizontally, the most happy. More than a dozen villages before the two armies have long been evacuated, and even the houses have been burned, leaving only some broken walls in the middle of the confrontation between the two armies, which are very eye-catching and abrupt.

Looking far away, except for the Ming army camp is an eye-catching building, there are no buildings that obstruct the eyes within a radius of dozens of miles, there is no river, there is not even a foot deep stream, there are few trees, and the few woods have long been cut down by the Ming army to build the camp, and there is bare brown earth everywhere.

In such a battlefield, Wuying is beneficial to the Eight Banners.

As if they also felt that a great battle was just around the corner, even the war horses were excited, they snorted, galloped wildly, and galloped around this large open space with the knights on horseback, trying to find the slightest suspicious sign, to find the ambush of the Ming army, or some unknown trap.

It's a pity that everything is in vain, there is nothing on the bare earth, this scout galloped for a long time, and the Ming army did not send the corresponding rangers to fight and fight, which is for the bloodthirsty and warlike Eight Banner Cavalry, there is a sense of powerlessness that punches out but misses, which makes these scouts very unhappy.

In the past, when fighting with the Ming army, no matter how incompetent the troops were, there were also some cavalry teams composed of pro-soldiers and family members, and between the big battles, the rangers of the two armies competed very much, and each side had to limit the reconnaissance of the other side and the danger of being too close, even if the incompetent Ming army generals had to try to grasp some initiative at the beginning of the war.

Today, however, the situation is completely different from the past.

Because of this anger and disappointment, the Eight Banners Scouts got closer, from being separated by several miles, to less than three, two, or even less than half a mile.

They kept riding their horses on both sides of the camp, pointing to the banner of the Ming army and kept shouting, although it was Manchurian, but of course this situation would not be a good thing to say, this excessive arrogance and contempt, as well as the ugly sound of scolding, made the Ming soldiers near the camp gate angry chest.

"Tell Bai Wenlu and tell him to shoot a few shots first."

Although the wandering cavalry is by no means a good target, this time more than half of the main cavalry of the Ming army was in Gao Jie's place, trapped in the city of Dezhou, and was led by Zhao Yingyuan to fight for a day in an hour, and today it can only be used as a reserve.

If the battle is going well, they will be attacked, and if the battle is not going well, they may need to be promoted as reserves.

In any case, now the big battalion can't send decent cavalry to fight the other side.

Scout cavalry is the sharp edge of the former enemy, which side is to send the best hard idea to play the best riding skills as scout cavalry, the opposite side of the Eight Banners cavalry at least on the horse for more than ten years, whether it is archery or spear bayonet cutting skills, I am afraid that it is difficult to find the corresponding manpower on the side of the Ming army.

But it's okay, Zhang Quanbin sneered as he sent someone to inform Bai Wenlu.

After Zhu Cihong appeared, the tactics and strategies of the Ming army were very different from those in the past, at least, in the minds of the generals, what to fight, how to fight these six words have been very clear and clear, and some changes on the battlefield are naturally under control.

"Herald soldiers, hurry up, eat seventy percent full, you can drink enough water, and you must bring enough." Zhang Quanbin is a very thoughtful and detailed general, and while informing Bai Wenlu of the car and artillery battalion, he is also giving military orders to his subordinates.

At the same time, the two battalions of Cao Qing and Jin Qianli were roughly in a similar situation.

Between the three battalions, between the teams, the most experienced pipe bands and sentinels are selected, regardless of experience, in terms of physical fitness, combat awareness, and scrambling strength, they are the most elite elites in the Pingyu battalion.

It's not that other Pingyu troops are not good, but that there are always differences in people's physique and talent, some strong and some weak, and those who can far surpass others above a certain standard are the strong hands of the strong.

Most of the officers and soldiers of the third battalion are of this generation.

"It will take at least an hour before the fight starts."

A sentry officer was eating pancakes and green onions by himself, and his cheeks were bulging, and he shouted to his brother in the sentry: "Don't be in a hurry, chew it slowly and swallow it carefully, don't be ashamed of those who are disgusted and regurgitated, when Lao Tzu goes to the battlefield for the first time, he is worse than you...... I'm fucking peeing! ”

"Hahaha......"

There was a sound of knowing laughter from below.

The sentry officer is a good man, he was born in the Liaodong Army, and somehow he fell to Jiangbei, the prince expanded the army, so he joined as soon as possible, and was promoted to the sentry officer as a veteran.

His whistles are also all carefully selected, all of them are first-class men, with vigorous skills and great courage. It is true that some people have the feeling of "holding on" when eating, but under the comfort of the sentry officer, everyone does not feel so uncomfortable when they eat again.

The new army is training again, after all, most people are indeed on the battlefield for the first time.

Even if you go through the training ground with a lot of artillery fire, after all, it is not as good as fighting once on the actual battlefield.

The real blood, the dead, the rain of blood, the strong enemy, the pursuit of the north.

Only after experiencing these can you really put your mind at ease.

It is precisely because there are too many new officers and men in the Pingyu Army that a large proportion of the experienced officers and sentry officers selected this time, and at this time, in the tense atmosphere before the decisive battle, the middle and lower-level officer corps composed of these veterans has played more and greater responsibilities in stabilizing the morale of the army than the standard commander battalion officers.

Soldiers generally worship high-ranking generals until their supreme leader, but on the battlefield, the only ones who really know them, understand them, and can motivate them are middle- and lower-level military attaches and veterans whose identities are not too far from the soldiers.

"Are pancakes and green onions delicious, Sentry Chief?"

There was a naughty ghost eating steamed buns and asking questions to the sentinel.

"It's delicious, this thing is hungry. The bite is sweet, fragrant and crispy, and the cake is really beautiful. ”

The sentry trumpeted the sweetness and delicacy of his native Shandong soil, and never mentioned the cavalry team rushing by outside the gate, looking at everyone, he just shouted: "No matter how good or bad it is, give me a stomach, go out to battle this morning, you can't fight until night, you have no energy, what do you use to cut off the heads of tartars?" ”

(To be continued)