readx; Just when Zhu Youzhen was worried about Mao Wenlong, in the snow-covered Songling Mountain outside the pass, Mao Wenlong was leading Shi Chunhu and several other Jinyi guards, as well as the five hundred soldiers, to march forward in the snow without hurrying. www.biquge.info Although the temperature was extremely low, they all wore leather clothes, leather hats on their heads, leather boots on their feet, and their whole bodies were tightly wrapped, so they didn't feel cold.

Needless to say, this set of belongings was naturally stolen from the Mongols. Ever since the sack of the first Mongol tribe at Ulan Butong, this unknown army has been haunted in the steppe, attacking three smaller tribes in a row in a matter of days, and the Mongols have been unprepared for them, so they have succeeded every time.

Mao Wenlong adhered to the consistent style, killing all Mongolians, regardless of men, women, old and young, and snatching everything that could be snatched. Fortunately, they did not freeze to death by the bitter cold. And in this bloody slaughter after another, the five hundred soldiers under his command gradually changed from a novice with no combat experience to a butcher as ruthless as Mao Wenlong. Even Shi Chunhu and the others seemed to have been assimilated by this kind of anger, and they were accustomed to killing the old and weak women and children in the Mongolian tribes. In Mao Wenlong's words, this is called one report and one report, which is what the Mongols deserve!

After accumulating some combat experience and grabbing enough military supplies, Mao Wenlong finally led his army through the snowfields and into the dividing line between Mongolia and Liaodong: the Songling Mountains. Including Shi Chunhu, no one has ever been here, only Mao Wenlong is familiar with the road, leading them around the mountains, even if it is cloudy and snowing for several days, they will not lose their way.

On this day, the dawn finally cleared, and all the soldiers were still sleeping soundly in the yurts they had stolen from the Mongols. Mao Wenlong and Shi Chunhu had already stepped on knee-deep snow and climbed a mountain to look around.

In Shi Chunhu's opinion, the scenery around him is almost exactly the same: not only is it all a white color, but all the mountains are about the same height, and you can't see the edge in all directions. He couldn't help but ask Mao Wenlong with admiration: "General, did you often come to this area in the past?" How do you know the terrain so well? ”

Mao Wenlong raised his hand to stop Shi Chunhu from speaking, and looked at it for a while before he smiled conceitedly: "Don't hide it from Brother Shi, brother, I only passed here once, and that was many years ago." However, when I was in Phi Dao, I sent many spies deep into the hinterland of Liaodong to draw topographic maps, and many of these spies were Jurchens. When they sent the map back, I studied it as long as I was idle, and I often looked at it all night and all night. It's not my brother's boasting, I already know the terrain of thousands of miles in the east of Liao. ”

"The general is really powerful!" A brocade-clothed guard Baihu interjected with a smile, "Before the end of the year came, I also looked at the map of Liaodong archived by the Fusi of Beizhen, but I only felt that it was boring, and I couldn't stand it after watching it for a while, and I had almost forgotten it now." ”

"That's because you haven't been to Liaodong and don't know how difficult it is to survive here." Mao Wenlong said with emotion, "I know that if you don't remember the location of every mountain and river, you can't judge where you are from the surrounding terrain, and then find where you want to go as soon as possible, without Tartar, the cold can kill you!" When you're looking at a map to save your life, you're just as serious as I am! ”

In the solemn respect of everyone, Mao Wenlong pointed to the northeast direction and said: "You see, this Songling Mountain stretches for hundreds of miles from southwest to northeast, close to the narrow plain from Shanhaiguan to Jinzhou. It is true that it saves effort to march on the plains, but the gap between our army's field combat capability and the Tartars is too great, and as long as it encounters it, it will be defeated. And marching from the mountains, although time-consuming and laborious, can hide the whereabouts of the Tartars, and it is not easy for the Tartars to detect. At the beginning of this year, the saint went to the Daling River to save the ancestors' birthday, and he took this route. The Holy One is only seventeen years old this year, so he can have such knowledge, tsk..."

"General, are we going to Jinzhou and Dalinghe too?" Shi Chunhu asked thoughtfully.

"No, no, no, we can't go there." Mao Wenlong sneered and said, "Our goal is different from the Holy One, the Holy One is to save people, and we are to kill people!" It's not too early, assemble the whole army! ”

In a short time, the sleepy-eyed 500 sergeants had already assembled outside the tent of the Chinese army. Mao Wenlong is completely different from Li Dingguo, Xie Sheng and other generals, and his requirements for military discipline and military posture in peacetime are extremely lax, so these people's teams are also standing in a mess, until Mao Wenlong comes over, he still keeps talking to each other, and some people even laugh insolently, Shi Chunhu couldn't help frowning when he saw it.

Mao Wenlong didn't care at all, looked up and down at these soldiers with an appreciative eye, and said with a smile: "Rabbit cubs, how many battles have you fought in front of you, have you tasted the sweetness?" ”

This sentence can be said to the hearts of the sergeants. Since following Mao Wenlong, although he has endured hardships in the wind and snow, Mao Wenlong is not like the Ming army officers in the past, who had to swallow most of the captured spoils, but was extremely generous to let everyone share it equally. The Mongols were not poor, and each tribe had stored a lot of silver taels in order to obtain supplies through trade, so each of these people robbed a lot of silver. Hearing Mao Wenlong's question, everyone responded in a chaotic manner: "We are with the general, and we will do whatever the general asks us to do!" ”

"Good!" Mao Wenlong shouted, "Since you say so, General Ben will let you do one thing now: shave your hair!" ”

"What?" Everyone was puzzled.

"Why, don't you understand?" Mao Wenlong sneered, "To shave your hair is to shave your hair into a tartar style." ”

In the midst of everyone's discussions, Shi Chunhu hurriedly whispered to Mao Wenlong: "General, do you want to pretend to be a Tartar so that you can act conveniently?" It's a good plan, but it's not good..."

"Oh? What's wrong? Mao Wenlong said with a smile.

"Although the last general has not read many books, he also knows that the parents who have suffered from the body should not be destroyed, this is filial piety..."

Before Shi Chunhu could finish speaking, Mao Wenlong suddenly interrupted him with a fierce voice: "You are right, but we are now deep in the wolves, what we do is very simple, not to be filial, not even to be loyal to the country, but to survive!" As long as you can survive, all tricks can be used; If you die, it's useless to stick to any principle, this is the greatest principle! Pass on my general's order: From this general downward, within two hours, everyone must shave their hair, and violators will be beheaded immediately! ”