At last it was dark, and as soon as the time came, the people began to set out. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The info convoy went out of the back gate of Shengfu, turned to the street, and went straight to the north gate of Qingzhou!

Sheng Ping sat in his own carriage and walked in the front, Lin Yihu didn't catch up today, but just rode a jujube red horse to swim in it, and Li Ke still rode his green mule at the end of the line!

There was no one on the street, the convoy went very fast, and in the blink of an eye it came to the city gate, and from a distance it was clear that the city gate was not closed, and at this time no one had left the city, only a group of officers and soldiers there with torches, anxiously waiting.

When they came to the city gate, the convoy stopped, and Xiangling got out of the carriage and greeted the leader of the leader. The boss saw that she breathed a sigh of relief, and did not speak, but beckoned them to hurry out of the city. Xiangling hurriedly got into the car, and the convoy continued to move forward. When Rick was the last to walk out of the city gate, the gate slammed shut!

The night at the end of September was already a little chilly, when the unpolluted sky was starry and crystal clear, the moon had not yet come out, and the surroundings were quiet, except for the neighing of mules and horses and the creaking of wheels.

Out of the customs compartment convoy stopped again, Lin Yihu counted the number of people and the whole team again, picked out four or five experienced ones from the villagers, let them take the first step, keep a distance of one mile from the convoy, move forward in the dark, carefully probe, and in case of any situation, they will report quickly; Several people listened to the order and hurried forward. Then Lin Yihu ordered the rest of the people not to make noise, not to run around, and to report in time if there was any situation. In the end, two villagers were divided next to each grain cart, one with torches, one to help the coachman control the livestock, and the rest were divided into two teams, one with him in front and one with Li Ke behind.

After Lin Yihu finished arranging, the convoy continued to move forward.

Traveling all the way, until midnight, when the journey was already halfway through, Lin Yihu discussed with Sheng Ping whether to let everyone rest before leaving, and Sheng Ping readily agreed when he saw that people were sleepy and tired.

Lin Yihu called back the pathfinder, found a vacant space near the official road, asked everyone to park the carriage in a circle, and then sent eight Zhuang guests to guard in all directions, so that the coachman unloaded the horses, fed the forage, and let everyone take firewood to make a fire, cook and rest.

Li Ke saw that Lin Yihu had a good arrangement, which was not the first time, and he couldn't help but wonder in his heart. Seeing that he had finished his assignment and sat down to rest by the bonfire that had just been lit, he walked over, pointed to the grain carts that were besieging the city and asked, "Uncle Lin! Why do these grain carts form in a circle? Lin Yihu saw that it was Li Ke and smiled and said: "Just in case, if there is really an enemy attacking, it is better to have a support, and retreat inside to defend!" ”

Li Ke nodded, and then asked, "Uncle Lin has been an officer and soldier before?" Lin Yihu looked at the bonfire in a daze and nodded slightly, and then Sheng Ping also sat over, and then said, "Big brother doesn't know!" Uncle Lin had followed Mr. Qi to fight Jiannu! Li Ke was stunned and asked, "...... Mr. Qi?" Qi Jiguang? Lin Yihu shook his head and said, "It's not Qi Shaobao!" It's his nephew Qi Jin! Li Ke had only heard of Qi Jiguang's fight against the Japanese, but Qi Jin had never heard of it, so he asked again: "As soon as I returned to Middle Earth, I heard that the Eight Banners were quite powerful!" Lin Yihu nodded, sighed and said, "Yes!" The Jurchen is not satisfied with 10,000, and it is invincible to be invincible, it is not a lie! At this time, Sheng Ping was also interested, so he said, "Uncle Lin! Then tell us the story of your war against Jiannu! ”

Lin Yihu smiled bitterly and said, "Okay! After sorting out his mood, he sighed again and said: "That winter, not long after the New Year, Jiannu besieged Shenyang City, and sent people to ask for help in the city, and Yuan Futai sent Qi General to lead the army to support. The army marched to the Hunhe River before meeting the old slave Nurhachi, at that time we were going with the Sichuan white pole soldiers, then they were divided into two battalions, the white pole soldiers in front, we were in the back, the old slave attacked the front camp first, the white pole soldiers were not only strong, but also the weapons they brought were very strange, with white wood as the pole, with a hook with a blade, with a hard iron ring below, the cavalry, is unique to their Tusi, where has Jiannu seen? After a bloody battle, although Jiannu broke through the front camp, there were countless casualties, but only by virtue of the large number of people, he did not hesitate to be killed and wounded, so he broke through the camp and entered, and the white pole soldiers had no choice but to retreat! Speaking of this, Lin Yihu's face sank, sighed lightly and said, "Next is us!" Although Jiannu captured the front camp, but suffered heavy casualties, the old slave Nurhachi was furious, and killed several generals who were afraid to stand forward, and ordered to break through the rear camp, those Jiannu were like crazy, and they didn't care whether they were dead or alive, they rushed towards us! Fortunately, Qi Shuai had a good plan, while they were fighting the white pole soldiers, first let us set up camp and prepare ammunition, so we did not panic, when the Tartars rushed to 300 steps, Qi Shuai ordered the cannons, and when ten thousand cannons were fired, the Tartars died in one place, so they were defeated again, and so on several times, our cannons were red, and they were still attacking until the dead and wounded, and the old slave had no choice but to send reinforcements! ”

As he spoke, Lin Yihu stopped again, just looked at the fire in a daze, his eyes faintly showed a trace of fear, Li Ke and Sheng Ping didn't dare to ask, just sat with him blankly!

After a while, Lin Yihu continued with a little hoarseness: "Those Jurchen Tartars are all red-eyed, and they don't care about it, those on horseback, and those who run swarm!" At last......! We ran out of ammunition and bows and arrows, so we had to fight them in close combat, so Qi Dashuai sent someone for help, who knew that Governor Yuan actually refused, sitting on tens of thousands of troops, and did not send a single soldier to come! At this time, some people couldn't stand it, and the chief soldier Tong Zhonghua wanted to escape, Qi Dashuai grabbed his horse and shouted, "The husband serves the country today, and there must be my generation in history!" The general soldier was also stubborn, and when he heard this, he didn't leave......! And so we fought with the Tartars for a day, from morning till evening, and at last we were annihilated! As he spoke, he tore off his shirt, and Li Ke looked through the firelight, only to see a scar the size of a bowl on the right side of his chest, although many years have passed, it is still ugly and terrifying, shocking!

Sheng Ping exclaimed, covering his eyes with his hands and not daring to look at it, Lin Yihu bundled his clothes and sighed: "I was still young at the time, and everyone took good care of me, so I was able to persevere, and finally was stabbed by the Tartar and fainted, and I didn't wake up until the night. With that, he closed his eyes, leaned back in the carriage, and said no more.

At this time, the meal was ready, Xiangling took it over and divided it for the three of them, Li Ke thought while eating, it seems that the Eight Banners are really brave, no wonder they have repeatedly defeated the Ming army, but now it has been the fifteenth year of Chongzhen, and I remember that the Qing army will enter the customs in the seventeenth year of Chongzhen, only more than a year away, it seems that his plan to escape overseas is to be grasped!

Everyone quickly finished eating, Lin Yihu ordered everyone to take a break, set off again an hour later, and arranged for the sentry to take over, and several people rested.