Outside the city of Guangning, it was very lively, the Mongolian reinforcements were fake, but the other reinforcements were not fake at all, and the number of them was far beyond Zhang Ke's imagination.

Standing at the top of the tower, lined up from the south, at least four teams appeared, and the nearest one was waving a large banner with the character Sun embroidered on it, bringing more than 5,000 people and horses.

Zhang Ke recognized it at once, this is Sun Degong, who fought side by side in Guangning back then, this time he was sent to guard Luyang Station to cover the retreat of the people, but he didn't expect him to come to the rescue again, and he couldn't help but feel warm in his heart when he saw the truth in adversity.

Next to Sun Degong, it was a big black flag, Zhang Ke was more familiar with it, it was the battle flag of the Yizhou soldiers. At present, there is only one general left in Liaodong who can still lead the troops, Ma Rufeng, and he must be him.

Looking further down, a special flag is particularly eye-catching, a snow-white flag embroidered with red dead characters. Hideous and dazzling, dignified blood and evil qi, entrenched on the battle flag, like a monster, with teeth and claws, will burst out at any time and tear the enemy to pieces.

The battlefield has always been auspicious, and someone actually played the death flag, did they all want to die?

Mandariva snuggled Zhang Ke tightly, and seemed to be stunned by the flag.

"Brother, who are they, such a big hatred?"

"Of course, the hatred is great, and at the beginning, on the banks of the Hunhe River, two thousand white-pole soldiers shed their last drop of blood. I was able to get away with it all thanks to their sacrifices. ”

"Ahh They're white pole soldiers! ”

Mandariva couldn't help but grasp the clairvoyance. Look closely. She was familiar with the White Pole Soldiers because she had heard that the commander of the White Pole Soldiers was a woman. In all dynasties, it can really command thousands of armies and horses. Those who conquered and killed the territory, except for Mu Guiying in the play, I am afraid that Qin Liangyu will be counted.

Sure enough, under the banner of death, a group of soldiers surrounded a tall female general, majestic, no worse than men. She is the Great Mingshi Pillar Comforter. The second-grade lady Qin Liangyu!

In the first battle of the Hunhe River, Qin Bangping was martyred. There was no corpse, and the news reached Sichuan, Qin Liangyu did not touch his teeth in water and rice for three days, and his brother died. Only blood debts and blood are repaid.

Brother Qin Minping wrote a handwritten letter, and the white pole soldiers stayed in Liaodong, regained their strength, trained strictly, and waited for the opportunity to take revenge.

Qin Liangyu didn't say a word, and the elite was drawn from the stone pillar, and the young men carried the grain on their backs and carried the only weapon, the long white pole, along the previous footprints. Without hesitation, he went north.

Qin Liangyu also had the heart to go north, but the extravagant Chongming rebellion broke out in Sichuan, and she had to command the people. Fight to the death with extravagance and Chongming. For more than two years, Qin Liangyu fought in the south and the north, covering Sichuan and hardly resting.

However, in her heart, the biggest enemy is Jiannu outside the gate. After hearing that Zhang Ke killed the wild boar skin, Qin Liangyu took the battle report. When he arrived at his brother's clothed mound, he wailed and wept bitterly.

At this time, Yu Chongming was pressed down. Qin Liangyu immediately went to the book, led the white pole soldiers in his hand, and went north to Liaodong, to settle the former hatred with Jiannu!

"Sons, it's time to kill slaves and serve the country!"

Qin Liangyu's loud roar made everyone's blood boil.

"Kill slaves, kill slaves!" The shouts of killing became stronger and stronger. Qin Liangyu nodded with satisfaction and nodded at Qin Minping beside him.

"I've learned a lot of skills in the past two years in the hands of Marquis Zhang, right?"

"That's nature!" Qin Minping smiled confidently: "Sister, you just watched how your brother destroyed Jiannu!" ”

Qin Minping beckoned, and the white pole soldiers quickly assembled into a battle phalanx, stepped on the neat drumbeat, and rushed towards Jiannu. The team was uniform, the pace was firm and powerful, and the ground trembled. Qin Liangyu saw it in his eyes and couldn't help but applaud.

"If there are really two hits, it is even better than my training!"

The white pole soldiers took the lead in attacking, and Jiannu naturally had to react, and Huang Taiji ordered Yue Tuo to lead the red flag to meet the battle. The cannon roared, and the Tartars rushed towards the Ming army like a whirlwind.

In the face of the Tartar cavalry, the previous white-pole soldiers could only wait for the attack, like hedgehogs. And now they have the claws to attack!

Qin Minping waved the order flag in his hand, and twenty field guns roared, these cannons were the products of the Yizhou Arsenal. After the painstaking exploration of craftsmen, the field artillery with great power, fast launch, light and flexible was finally produced.

The flowering shells kept exploding in the Jiannu, each shell took the lives of three or five Jiannu, and the field artillery kept roaring, as if it didn't need to be cooled down by the previous cannons, Qin Liangyu couldn't help but be amazed.

In fact, these cannons also need to be cooled, but they are fired continuously for a long time.

A ferocious cannon struck the Tartars with all sorts of meat, and by the time they had reached a hundred paces. The white pole soldier in the front row knelt on one leg, held a fire gun, and fired a deadly bullet!

"Die!"

The lead shot shattered the Tartars' bodies and lifted them off their horses, and the ranks of Jiannu were suddenly one less row. The white pole soldiers were not happy or sad, as if they were used to it, and the front row immediately retreated, and the back row immediately replenished. The sound of gunfire continued, flowing smoothly, and it was pleasing to the eye.

"Is this still a white pole soldier?" Ma Xianglin's eyeballs almost fell out, the second uncle is too powerful!

Without waiting for Jiannu to rush in front of him, he killed two or three hundred enemy soldiers, and his own people were not injured at all, this, this, it is simply indescribable.

Ma Xianglin's eyes were full of little stars, and he said excitedly: "Mother, are the second uncle's subordinates still white pole soldiers?" ”

"How not! Didn't you see that each of them still has a white pole! Qin Liangyu said this on his lips, but in his heart, he turned the river and the sea upside down, turning a thousand times.

Which leader does not know the importance of a good weapon, and who is willing to have only a pitiful white pole. In the past, Shizhu was poor and had no choice, but later Qin Liangyu and his family killed the territory for the Ming Dynasty, how many people died in the Qin and Ma families! Qin Liangyu felt that he was loyal enough to the Ming Dynasty, and wrote a request to be able to improve the equipment of the white pole soldiers, especially the need for a large number of firearms.

The song went up, but the stone sank into the sea, not to mention the weapons, even the food and salary had to be raised by themselves, and only the parties concerned knew the taste. Suddenly seeing the equipment under his brother's hands, Qin Liangyu actually rose up a kind of desolation. Emperor Daming is too far behind Zhang Ke!

The thought flashed, she knew that she was rebellious, and hurriedly pressed it, but she couldn't help but have a strong curiosity, looking forward to entering Guangning as soon as possible and meeting this legendary Dingliao Marquis!

The battle continued, and Jiannu crashed headlong into the gun array of the white pole soldiers, who had mastered the skillful skills after brutal training.

Dense spears blocked the momentum of the gunners' onslaught, specialized shield-bearers blocked the vicious bows and arrows, while the well-rested musketeers hurried up to shoot.

The men and horses on both sides were losing rapidly, but Jiannu, who was fighting alone, was soon no match for the tacit white pole soldiers.

Qin Min had a smug smile on the corner of his mouth, a thousand days and nights, how many times he woke up from pain. I'll never forget the scene when my eldest brother drove him away.

Hatred tormented him, and he only paralyzed himself with the craziest training. Wu Youxing checked the waist and legs of the white pole soldiers and found that their joints were comparable to those of thirty or forty years old, ten years longer than their actual age!

What kind of concept is this, every white pole soldier does not see himself as a human being, they are training with their lives.

There is also a group of people, who also gave their lives to fight, that is, the Qi family army that once shocked the world!

Since the battle of the Hunhe River, Qi Jin was martyred. In everyone's cognition, Qi Jiajun has disappeared. Not only are there no generals, but even Yiwu and other places, because of years of conscription, the people are exhausted, and they can no longer train a strong Qi army.

However, Zhang Ke did not see it that way, and he promoted Zhou Dunji to be the deputy chief soldier, and specially recruited soldiers from among the miners and river workers, who suffered the most and were extremely organized.

Sure enough, in just two years, the Qi family's army expanded to 6,000 people, and they inherited the tradition of being proficient in firearms.

Raising soldiers for a thousand days and using soldiers for a while, four strong soldiers, like four sharp swords, were inserted into the Tartars.

In normal times, Jiannu may still be able to resist, but after the brutal Guangning offensive and defensive battle, they are exhausted to the extreme, and at this time they encountered the Ming army like a dragon and a tiger, so they can only retreat step by step.

Dai Shan, Yue Tuo, and Du Du, they were crazy, urging the minions to rush forward, but to no avail. As the commander of the three armies, Huang Taiji walked back and forth anxiously.

Amin is dead, the battle can't go on, and he must retreat, but now that he is retreating, it is inevitable that the Ming army will take advantage of it, which is really difficult and overwhelming. (To be continued) R466