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The soldier in front of the sheepskin raft sat close to the surface of the water and raised his shield, and the soldier who boasted that he was very good at the water plunged headlong into the turbid waves, showing his head twenty or thirty paces away.

It was just a tentative water battle, and Huang Taiji wanted to see if the naval army that the Mongols had created on the other side was a silver-like pewter spearhead, and he had never heard that the Mongols could build warships. If the Jurchens were not good at water warfare, then the Mongols were even better.

"That's Han!" Dolgon's eyes were as sharp as an eagle in the mountains and forests of Liaodong, and Huang Taiji standing in front of him looked old in comparison.

"Really?" Huang Taiji's eyes widened, and he couldn't see the faces of the people on the other side of the river center.

"Attack!" Wen Linzhu waved the battle flag, and more than a dozen warships lined up, each thirty or forty paces apart. Just looking at the queue, you can know that the two sides are not on the same level, and the work of half a year has not been in vain.

Feng Qin held on to the side of the ship to stabilize his body, and he learned to swim, and the naval battle was completely under the command of Wen Linzhu.

The two men at the bow of the ship held their shields in one hand and lifted the barrels of their spears in the other to stir in the water at the bow to prevent the ghosts from getting close to the ship.

The ship approached the sheepskin raft little by little, and the soldiers on both sides were a little flustered. Wen Linzhu led these 500 people to train for more than half a year, but he had not really killed anyone. The soldiers of the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty and the Han Dynasty on the sheepskin raft saw the warships pressing on the opposite side, like a row of cavalry on the grassland, rushing towards the helpless foot soldiers.

A long arrow shot diagonally into the sky, and the clear archers on the sheepskin raft began to hold back the approaching ships, but on the bumpy waters, they had difficulty aiming at their opponents.

"Stay close to them!" Wen Linzhu screamed, waving the command flag, sweat rolling down his forehead. The weather was gloomy, the sun was nowhere to be seen, and the wind in the middle of the river was blowing in his ears, and he was so hot that he wanted to take off his clothes and jump into the icy water. In the wide river, only the sergeants of the neighboring warships could hear what he was shouting, and the commanders of the ships always commanded the battle according to his command, which was the most basic requirement for the soldiers and horses under his command. Feng Qin stood behind Wen Linzhu, squinting his eyes and saying nothing. By standing like this, he was able to make Wen Linzhu remember every step of his daily training.

Fifty paces away, the men at the bow of the ship raised two huge wooden shields to block all the gaps in front of them, and occasionally a long arrow was shot at it, making a dull sound, and the spear was swallowed in the water, like a vicious water serpent stirring the waves. The ships were getting closer and closer to the sheepskin rafts, and the soldiers on both sides were ready for a handover.

Twenty paces apart.

"Throw the blast ball!" Wen Linzhu's command flag first soared into the sky, and then drew a curved trajectory and fell.

The soldier on the ship quickly took out a round powder bag painted black from the cabin, lit it, and threw it at the sheepskin raft opposite when the fuse was still half a finger long.

"Coax!" I couldn't see the fire, only the sound.

The gunpowder bag exploded beside him, the soldiers on the sheepskin raft scrambled, the shieldmen and archers could not control their balance and fell into the book, and the raft slanted in the middle of the Yellow River.

"Throw explosives!" Wen Linzhu's eyes were bright.

The black explosive bags were like thunderbolts from hell, one after another, and after three or four rounds, there were no more Jurchen soldiers on the sheepskin raft who were as steady as Mount Tai.

"Kill!" Wen Linzhu put away the order flag.

The soldiers on the ships put away their shields and steered the ships through the gentle water, and the archers and pikemen on the two strings wantonly slaughtered the soldiers of the Han Eight Banners who fell into the water. The warships swam on the water, and there were no blood flowers on the surface of the Yellow River, and only occasionally the corpses of those who had lost control could be seen flashing in the waves.

The Jurchen viewing group on the other side said nothing, Huang Taiji's brows furrowed slightly, and Dolgon's face turned pale.

After a lap of killing, there were no more active figures in the water, and some people swam back to the opposite shore and emerged from the waves. Wen Linzhu stopped pursuing and began to direct the warships to chase the sheepskin rafts that had lost control on the water, and each of the dozen warships caught three or four rafts and returned to the Hetao.

The battle ended unexpectedly quickly, and Wen Linzhu took out the most powerful weapon as soon as he made a move. His purpose was not to defeat the Qing in the Yellow River, but to prevent them from crossing the river, and after seeing the power of this naval army, he believed that Huang Taiji would definitely think twice before crossing the river again.

"Damn, this Qingyu is so careless!" Wen Linzhu peeked at Feng Qin's face, and scolded his mother boldly, unable to hide his joy. This is his battle, he did not lose a single person, and slaughtered three or four hundred Qing prisoners, so it is impossible to be complacent.

The Mongols of the Hetao brandished their scimitars in the air and shouted, and the cacophony reached the other side of the Yellow River. Huang Taiji slapped the war horse under his crotch, turned the horse's head, and left in the direction of the camp. He thought that in the name of revenge of the Chechen Khan, he raised troops, and the annexation of the Arukharkhas by Chahar was a time when the hearts of the people were not aligned, but was it so difficult to get the opportunity to fight head-on or even chase?

Two columns of mighty cavalry arrived at the shore, and Ezhe urged his horse to the water's edge and dismounted to congratulate: "Every garrison, it is really extraordinary!" This battle made him impressed with Feng Qin.

"The knife is a small test, but the Yellow River is very long, and the naval army is insufficient, so the two Great Khans should not be careless!" When Feng Qin replied, he did not forget to salute Omubu Khan, who was following behind Ezhe.

"With this naval army, it is enough to block the river, Huang Taiji does not dare to take risks, after all, we still have 30,000 cavalry in the Hetao!" After seeing the power of the navy, the shape of Ezhe's battle situation is estimated to be much more optimistic. Without being absolutely sure, Huang Taiji did not have the courage to send strange soldiers to cross the river, and if it was not good, he would become a turtle in the urn.

"In this way, please remember to protect the safety of this naval army, I am going back to Hanzhai!" Feng Qin bent down to wipe a piece of dirt from his boots and said goodbye.

"Your Excellency!" Wen Linzhu saw that this chief officer, who was only half his size, was leaving, and he didn't know why he was a little uncertain.

"Do you really want to go back?" Omub Khan stepped forward and spoke, but the rest of the words stopped talking.

"The Counsellor has sent me an order to do my best to save the lives of the Hannu who remained in Helinger!" Shi Fengqin, who said this, didn't think much about it.

But his words embarrassed Omb Khan. Last year, he resolutely refused to agree to hand over the Han slaves to Zhai Zhe for free, and this year he ruthlessly abandoned half of the Han slaves, unable to cultivate the fields of Tumochuan, too many Han slaves were useless, and it was enough for him to leave some of the herdsmen.

Leaving 20 soldiers who had been on the battlefield for a long time to assist Wen Linzhu, Feng Qin first crossed the Yellow River to the south, and then rode to the opposite side of the Tumao River.

The cottage was crowded with ragged Han slaves, huddled together under the fierce gaze of the defenders, and a column of cavalry was overlooking the cottage more than ten miles down the mountain.

When the scouts brought the news of Hanzhai back to the barracks of the Qing Dynasty, Huang Taiji was surprised.

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