"What can you do, we are playing the banner of seven surnamed savages, and even our forwards are using authentic seven surnamed savages, and those Ming troops have no way to distinguish at all." Dong Shan glanced at his uncle and said lightly.

Li Manzhu saw the two arguing again, and couldn't help frowning slightly: "Two, now is not the time to argue, now that the Ming army has abandoned Fushun and left, what should we do?" ”

"The Ming army is so cowardly, since it has abandoned Fushun, it will inevitably retreat to Shenyang. Naturally, we should lead the army straight to the city of Shenyang. Dong Shan rolled his eyelids, and didn't look at Fan Cha who had a hateful face beside him, and he was naturally authentic. Then he turned his face to look at Navanza. "Of course, if you are worried, uncle, how about you take a group of men and horses to guard the Fushun Station and help the little nephew and Li Commander to transport the grain and grass?"

"Hmph, be careful to sail the boat for ten thousand years, eldest nephew, how many female warriors do we have, they all think that they are invincible in the world, and in the old forest, they can capture bears and tigers alive, but in the end, they died on the inconspicuous snakes and insects." Fan Cha suppressed his anger and smiled coldly: "Do you think that the heroes of our female straight people are all fools who have no brains and only know how to drill into the hole of the black blind man's tree?" ”

"What do you mean?!" Dong Shan, who was ridiculed as a fool by Na Fancha, couldn't help but be furious, pressed the heavy sword on his waist, raised his thick eyebrows, and asked heavily, with that hairy face and the burly body in black armor, it really looked like a black blind man rampaging in the mountains and forests.

"That's enough, what are you doing, don't forget where we are now. If we can't make a fist, then our end will only be a dead end. Li Manzhu glanced at the pair of uncles and nephews viciously, although his voice was not high, but it was ruthless.

Hearing Li Manzhu's words, Dong Shan withdrew his resentful gaze, and smugly inserted the half-unsheathed blade back into the sheath. Na Fan Cha didn't bother to continue to worry about this impulsive nephew surnamed Ke, turned his face to Na Li Manzhu and said, "Commander Li, what are your plans next?" ”

Li Manzhu stroked his long beard, squinted his eyes and looked at Na Fushun for a long time, and lightly lifted the reins of the horse. "A few days ago, the Ming army tightly blocked the west of Fushun, and it seems that their withdrawal from here was clearly premeditated. Perhaps, Cao Yi or Wang Ao have seen through our thoughts, but they are powerless to resist, so they can only abandon this low-walled and thin-walled Fushun place that is difficult to defend for a long time, and retreat to Shenyang. ”

"Hearing you say this, it seems that this is really the case, if this is the case, we want to attack Shenyang, I am afraid it will be even more difficult." Fan Cha squinted his eyes, looked at the empty Fushun place, and couldn't help frowning and said in a deep voice.

-------------------- Dong Shanchang took a breath and replied coldly: "But if we go back like this, do you think that Korean lord will be satisfied?" Besides, let's get an empty Fushun and go back to the division, not to mention a slave, even if we don't get a pound of food, the soldiers can't get anything, will they be satisfied? Also, in order to prepare for this operation, we spent a lot of food and grass in the early stage......"

Hearing Dong Shan's words, Fan Cha, who originally wanted to propose to accept it when he saw it, couldn't help but be dumbfounded, turned his head to look behind him, and looked at the female straight warriors who were depressed on their left faces and dissatisfied on their right faces, and expressed their contempt and disdain for those Ming troops who didn't even dare to fight with them because they had the advantage of occupying the city. was clamoring loudly, wanting to carry a knife and straddle the horse to kill Shenyang, kill all those cowardly Ming troops, and then, wantonly burn and loot in the big city of Shenyang.

And many female generals also cast their expectant eyes on them, like a group of dissatisfied thugs, eager to be able to hold Huang Xunxun's wealth after their hands were covered with blood.

"It's almost night now, let's go to Fushun to rest overnight, and march to Shenyang early tomorrow morning." Li Manzhu gritted his teeth, and finally made such a proposal, and his eyes fell on Na Dong Shan and Fan Cha.

Dong Shan originally advocated attacking Shenyang to get a vote, and naturally supported Li Manzhu's proposal, and Na Fancha knew that at this time, even if he stood up against it, he was afraid that it would not have much effect, and more importantly, if he did so, it might cause dissatisfaction among the female warriors under his command who were eager to burn and rob.

In the end, the three of them reached an agreement, and the army began to slowly move towards the gate of the Fushun City. And at this time, from the humble dog hole next to the gate of an old mansion dozens of steps away from the low city gate hole of Fushun, a cylindrical object with a wide front and a narrow back poked out, and the wide end was a clear and pure glass polished lens, and this thing was a monocular made by the skilled craftsmen of the Ming Dynasty under the guidance of the wise and great emperor Zhu Qizhen.

"How? This time, it shouldn't be a few small fish and shrimp, right? Like a lewd country thief, he pouted and lay next to the dog hole, looking at Xu Jincai, who was also pouting and lying at the mouth of the dog hole, holding a telescope, looking at the situation outside the city gate.

This Xu Jincai, who was assigned by Na Shi Heng from the pro-army team, was only a hundred household ranks, and it was said that he was the leader of the demolition team, and he brought five people under his hands. This made Chen Baihu a little uneasy, but his immediate bosses trusted this person and his subordinates very much, and after getting along with each other in the past few days, for this Xu Jincai's ability, especially for Daming's understanding of various firearms, as well as his hands that were not as dexterous as the big guys, Chen Baihu couldn't help but secretly give a thumbs up.

Moreover, in the past few days, this Xu Jincai has conducted several test explosions in Xiaoxing, well, this is the term said by this Xu team leader. He said that if he wanted to blow up a wall, then that the house would definitely not collapse, but only almost one wall.

Later, Chen Baihu inquired carefully and learned that in order to practice this skill, he alone, in the past two years, he spent nearly 10,000 catties of explosives to practice his ability, hearing this, Chen Baihu's mouth was enough to have a cup of tea not closed, and his eyes almost fell to the ground.

As soon as I inquired, there was only one demolition group in the Son of Heaven's army, with a total of only ten people, and the lowest rank of each team member was the rank of the chief, although the military rank was not high, but it was the same treasure as those artillerymen in the Son of Heaven's army.

And this time, he sent all these people in one go, which shows that Shi Heng attaches great importance to this matter. In fact, Shi Heng didn't think that these demomen could play much of a role, but he always hoped that he could add more blocks to these Jianzhou women in the empty Fushun House and let them harbor fire, which was the best.

However, no one thought that this Xu Jincai Xu Da Leader gritted his teeth and wanted to make a big contribution, no matter what, he couldn't let those border troops, as well as the general Shi, underestimate them, who were valued by Zhu Qizhen, the great tomorrow, and were completely blocked by explosives.

"Hehe, it looks like those female straight tartars have finally figured it out and are going to enter the city." At this time, Xu Jincai turned his face away, revealing a mouthful of snow-white teeth, which were dyed with a layer of redness under the slanting sun, like bloodstains. "Brother Chen, wait, old brother, why do I have to make a big show for them, otherwise, wouldn't the eight hundred catties of gunpowder be wasted?"

(To be continued)