On the fifth watch, according to the custom, the morning court was finished. Zu Dashou hurried out of the military headquarters.

After a few days of rest, the spirit of the 10,000 Guanning iron horsemen outside the city has improved a lot. Rising from the camp, waiting for Zu Dashou. Yang Fan picked a black and thin horse, not very tall, compared with the most ordinary horses in the Guanning Iron Horse, it was a head worse. This was bought from the black market, Yang Fan looked at the horse's spirituality, and when he picked the horse, the nose of the black horse went up hard, making Yang Fan's saliva on his hand.

The city horse people tried their best to talk about it, and praised this black horse as a treasure horse, and praised Yang Fan for being Bole alive. Finally, Yang Fan bought it for ten taels of silver, and when the little black horse saw his new owner, he rubbed Yang Fan with joy and rubbed all the way. If you look for the gang of stables in Taifu Temple, it would be good to get twenty taels of silver, so Yang Fan thought that he still made money.

But when he got to the inn, he was scolded by Zu Dashou. said that this dark horse was not strong on his feet, and scolded Yang Fan for being a loser, as if he wanted to vent all the grievances accumulated a few days ago. But in the end, Yang Fan said that your saliva sprayed more than the horse, so angry that Zu Dashou almost demolished the inn and slaughtered the black horse.

The sun rose in the east, and Zu Dashou pretended to go out of the city and turned over the war horse.

Drive!

The brown horse galloped over, Yang Fan shrugged the black box on his shoulders and back, and touched the black horse's mane with his hand. The little black horse shook his head meekly, showing affection.

"Let's go!"

Zu Dashou gave an order, and 10,000 Guanning iron horses rode mightily to Dalinghe City. Dalinghe City is located more than 30 miles east of Jinzhou and is an important line of defense to shield Jinzhou. If the Ming army wants to consolidate Liao, it must build this city; Then if Jin wants to attack Ming, he must also demolish this city. Since the time of Yuan Chonghuan, the competition between the two sides for the two cities of the Great and Small Linghe has been very fierce, and it has been two constructions and two demolitions. Yuan Chonghuan had built the Daling River twice, but Huang Taiji didn't let him finish it.

In addition to carrying a small black box on his back, Yang Fan also carried a bookbag on the back of the black horse, because he was not a member of the cavalry, Yang Fan was relatively far away, and it didn't look like he was going on an expedition, but a scholar who traveled the mountains and rivers. Zu Dashou led the general soldiers of the former army, and he was the leader of the 10,000 Guanning iron cavalry. glanced at Yang Fan, who was hanging a little farther away, rode out of the queue and deliberately slowed down.

"I'll just say that you can't do it with your feet, and you don't believe it." Zu Dashou was dressed in a military uniform and looked energetic, "I don't wear the military armor you are given, what will it look like?" ”

Yang Fan was not very suitable for horseback riding, so he naturally rode slower. Holding the horse's belly between his feet, he said, "I won't go to the battlefield again, what kind of armor will I wear?" Have you ever seen Zhang Liang and Chen Ping of the Eastern Han Dynasty wear armor? Have you ever seen Zhuge Liang go through? ”

"Gotta get it, I don't have anything to do with you. This time to build Linghe City, what do you have to build? Zu Dashou knew that this kid had a lot of ideas, so he naturally refused to let go of the squeezing.

Yang Fan said: "Let me ask you, if this 10,000 Guan Ning Iron Cavalry, if you meet Houjin Jiannu, how much are you sure to eat?" "Yang Fan threw out a very practical question." This time to rebuild Linghe City, if you want to finish the construction peacefully, tell you sù, dream. ”

Zu Dashou thought about it for a moment and said, "It's not a problem to eat five thousand." If it is against 10,000 Jiannu cavalry, it can be compared. ”

"What if it's 50,000?"

"If you say 50,000, if you stick to Linghe City and wait for support from the rear of Jinzhou, it won't be a problem to hold out for a month."

Yang Fan nodded, still very impressed by Zu Dashou's ability to survive the situation. "Let's go to Jinzhou first and then discuss." Yang Fan's face was very solemn, it was undoubtedly a hard battle. It's okay to say if you win, if you lose, the elite of the Ming Dynasty will be lost, and this Jinzhou City is also in danger.

The pony was jumping, Yang Fan watched the army move slowly, constantly taking out some blank paper from the bookbag, drawing pictures, how could he not imagine resisting the 50,000 menacing Jiannu and Mongolian Tartars.

Yang Fan shrugged the black box behind him, and now, the things in this black box can give him a sense of security. But what can change with fifty rounds, only fifty rounds? Change a battle, don't laugh. Yang Fan shook his head and looked at the rising sun in the east, it seemed that this era, as a modern person in the twenty-first century, could not change anything......

In the past, the small fights were fast, Yang Fan may be good, but let him really face 50,000 Jiannu, what kind of scene will it be? Looking at the appearance of Guan Ning's iron cavalry armed to the teeth one by one, if he did not cross it, then history would not hesitate to follow the original trajectory. Cannibalism, cannibalism, cannibalism!

It is unimaginable that when more than 10,000 soldiers and more than 20,000 people were trapped in Dalinghe City in despair, that kind of despair, that kind of hunger reached the limit, the grain and grass were eaten, the war horses were eaten, and the rest of the food should be eaten, and that was the people.

War is undoubtedly brutal. Maybe the people who built the city, they knew they were going to die in the war. But they never imagined that when the ammunition and food were exhausted, this great country known as a two-thousand-year-old civilization, the Guanning Iron Cavalry, known as the most elite of the Ming Dynasty, would burn the bones and flesh of the people of the Ming Dynasty that they were supposed to protect in order to survive. What is this kind of sight? Yang Fan couldn't imagine it, and he didn't dare to think about it, it would be a purgatory on earth!

The little black horse's pace became heavy, and Yang Fan's face along the way was not very good-looking. He didn't know how to sound the alarm to the authorities. Even 6,000 reinforcements could be defeated and fled by 200 Jiannu; The 40,000 reinforcements, under the power of Huang Taiji, showed a little decline and fled one after another. He really didn't know what to do anymore. In the capital, he thought that maybe he could really change this ending, but when he saw this ten thousand iron horsemen passing by him, and even the earth was trembling, Yang Fan woke up.

It turned out that he was alone.

What can a person change? What can a sniper rifle change?

The black horse gradually fell behind, and it looked like it was a mile away from the 10,000 iron horsemen. Even if you look at it like this, those soldiers are still a piece of black pressure, and what Yang Fan has to face is the haze of five such black pressures.

Is it really going to happen that tragedy?

No!

Yang Fan immediately denied this question in his heart ten thousand times. No, we can't let the tragedy of cannibalism happen. Well, two months, two months, there are really too many things to do on your own.

originally thought that he was at the forefront of the times, and that kind of turning the tide should be an easy thing. Now, he really felt that there was really not much time left for him.

Mo Daojun goes early, and there are even more early pedestrians! Lao Mao's poems have the heroic spirit of an emperor. Yang Fan can't be said to be a pessimist, but he is not the kind of optimist. He glanced at the rising sun rising to the top of the mountain, slapped Xiao Hei's ass with his right hand, and shouted: "Drive!" ”

It's a horse-riding whip. Since time has given him a chance, there is no reason for him to give up like this! Two months, even if it's only two months, why not change a little?

"Drive!"

This is Yang Fan's voice! The little black horse stumbled, played a clever role, and ran up numbly, and it seemed that the speed was not much slower. It turns out that this concentration is the essence, and it is not unreasonable.