"Grandpa Qiyuguo, the latest information!"

Zhang Ke took the information from Lu Xiangsheng's hand, unfolded it and looked at it twice, and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

"Hahaha, Huang Taiji really can't hold on, he took the initiative to send troops, and his death time is coming!"

Zhang Ke slapped the table vigorously and said sharply: "Pass our order, all battalions are ready, and when the Huang Taiji army arrives, they will immediately storm Liaoyang!" ”

"Yes!"

Lu Xiangsheng shouted excitedly, as an assistant to cooperate with Zhang Ke in formulating tactics, Lu Xiangsheng knew that Zhang Ke's biggest worry was that the construction of slaves would be reduced to zero, endless attacks, and once the war reached a stalemate, it would definitely be a disaster for the Ming army. Rao is Zhang Ke is well prepared, but he also has a headache.

What is slow and urgent, what kills traitors, and what encourages a counterattack, all have one purpose, that is, to provoke Huang Taiji and force him to come out to fight.

And once Huang Taiji fights, his fate has been decided.

"Grandpa Guo, sweep away Jiannu, recover Liaodong, the miraculous feat is just around the corner, the humble position must be Xiaoyu and the army, we must work together to fight this battle."

"Well, Jiandou, you're good! Sue them, this battle is not to mention that there are three lords, and they all show me real skills! ”

……

The battle came faster than Zhang Ke imagined, and Tushetu Khan of the Nen Korqin Department felt Liaoyang three days earlier than Huang Taiji, and the only remaining veteran of Jiannu was Yanguli, who was stationed in Liaoyang.

As soon as the two met, they quarreled. Oba despised Yanguli's tactics of shrinking and quarreled with the strength of the wine at the reception.

"The descendants of Genghis Khan have never been afraid of the lowly Huza! The small city wall can't encircle the Mongolian iron cavalry, we are warriors who conquer and kill the battlefield and go on a rampage, not cowards who tremble and defend the city! ”

Yanguli is an old minister who follows the boar skin, and his heart is arrogant. Even Huang Taiji gave him a few points, and was scolded by Oba for splitting his head and covering his face, Yanguli immediately sneered: "Tushetu Khan, you have the courage, I will never stop you, just let your warriors go out of the city to defeat Nikan, please take care of yourself!" ”

When it came to this, Oba couldn't be cowardly, and sneered: "Okay, I'll go out." If I am lucky enough to win, please tell His Majesty the Dajin Emperor that my warriors in Horqin are more courageous than the Eight Banners Force! ”

Seeing Oba leave proudly, Yanguli sighed and sneered: "The tiger is sick, and it can't stop the evil wolf!" But in the face of the hunter's fire, you will only die worse! ”

……

As if in order to verify Yanguli's prophecy, Oba went out with 20,000 cavalry early the next morning, and the main force was stationed at Hanjialing, south of Liaoyang City. Another 5,000 men and horses were placed on the Great High Ridge to the east.

Just when the Mongolian cavalry went out to fight, the camp of the Yizhou soldiers sounded an earth-shattering sound of drums and horns. Facing the early morning sun, Yue Zixuan rode on a horse and led his subordinates. Walking in a neat phalanx, he pressed towards Hanjialing. At about 800 paces from the Mongols, paused.

The Ming soldiers waited for the attack.

"Rush. Taking advantage of Huzha's unstable foothold, give Ben Khan a rush! ”

With Oba's sword pointing, the Mongol cavalry was like a flood that burst its banks. From above the mountains, swarming down. Thousands of cavalry charged, literally obscuring the day, and the earth was shaken, and even the rising red sun became dim.

There is only a tide of people in front of you, and countless enemies.

Yue Zixuan sneered slightly in the face of the menacing Tartar.

"Ready!"

The heralds hurriedly shouted together, and the soldiers of the Ming army suddenly stood up from the ground, with a bang, the fire was raised, and the muzzle of the black hole hole was aimed at the tartar.

"Shoot!"

Zhang Yun pulled the trigger hard, and the hammer hit the steel sickle of the fire door with a click, hitting a spark into the fire door, and there was a loud bang in the chamber of the gun, and a force came from the body of the gun, and the body was shaken, and the flintlock pistol in his hand spewed out a long burst of flames forward, and the smoke of gunpowder dispersed in front of him.

Zhang Yun's heart suddenly rose to his throat, this young and heroic officer was still a beggar who dragged two tubes of snot and was called "Little Bean" a few years ago. Because he was the youngest, Zhang Hudu of the Youth Battalion had already fought a lot of battles, and he was only on the battlefield for the first time.

"Brother Tiger, Xiaodouzi is no worse than you!"

He secretly encouraged himself, and the bullets were fired, and the surging ranks of Tartars bloomed countless red stamens and white petals at the same time. The flesh was lightly blasted open, blood flew all over the sky, the armor was shattered, and the splatters of armor leaves pierced the bodies of the surrounding Tartars, causing them to fall to the ground screaming in pain.

On the side of the Ming army, the smoke of gunpowder rises, like a city wall. Red, white, so vivid, so cruel!

The sound of gunfire like popping beans was like a storm sweeping across the land.

Oba was far away from the battlefield, and the war horse under his crotch was also panicked and jumped at the loud noise, and almost threw him under the horse, he hurriedly reined in the war horse and looked down in fear.

Countless bullets crashed into the cavalry, and the furious energy tore through their cotton and iron armor, making a continuous popping sound, bringing up a puff of blood mist, like fireworks in the night sky, which was particularly beautiful. And the bullet entered their bodies, quickly deformed, destroying the fragile flesh and blood, expanding the wound area inside several times, stirring up the visceral flesh fascia, and penetrating from behind, causing them to let out a burst of heart-rending screams, and kept rolling down from the war horse.

A platoon of Ming troops retreated, and the soldiers behind decisively followed up and continued to shoot mercilessly.

These miner-turned-soldiers sprinkled their hatred for Jiannu on the Tartars, but in fact, there was no difference between the two!

Standing on a high place, you can clearly see neatly fallen rows of tartars. Tartar cavalry

or they were struck in the torso or in the limbs, their internal organs shattered, their intestines rotten, their limbs broken, they rolled and crawled on the ground, and their screams resounded through the field. The cavalry behind couldn't be restrained, and continued to move forward on the corpse. The horse's hooves carried large pieces of flesh and blood, leaving hideous marks on the yellow earth, telling of shameful killing.

The Tartars charged in a dense formation, and as a result, the greater the number of people, the more ferocious the blow received. Almost uninterrupted and dense fire sent patches of Tartars to hell.

In Oba's eyes, it almost hurts to death. But he still gritted his teeth and held on, no matter what, the cavalry still had a speed advantage, and they were getting closer and closer to the Ming army, as long as they rushed up, even if it was a victory, he was enough to boast with Huang Taiji. Yanguli was right, and the Korqin people were not willing to be the thugs of Jiannu.

Just when they were getting closer and closer to the Ming army, a loud sound suddenly sounded from behind the Ming army's formation!

In an instant, the sky was covered with divine fire crows, and I don't know how many, they quickly fell in the ranks of Jiannu, setting off bursts of blood rain, countless Tartars fell down with a wail, and more Tartars were so frightened that they forgot to charge...... (To be continued......)