Huang Chongzhen didn't distinguish between Wu Sangui's ridicule, but just chuckled silently.

Huang Xiaoer was very discerning and presented a small skin bag to Wu Sangui, who opened the cork and smelled it, and saw that it was still Sifeng rice wine, so he pursed his lips in disgust, but still poured a big sip into his mouth.

- Disgust is disgust, and the wine is still drunk.

is so cheeky, Chongzhen feels that this guy's potential to "rush to the crown and be angry and become a red face" is simply getting bigger and bigger.

"It seems that the previous beating is not enough, and we have to treat him well when we have the opportunity!" Heavy truth secret way.

A group of iron riders and a dog waited silently like this, only the sound of the Hun River and the Liao River blending, roaring behind them.

It can be heard that the Hunhe River does not seem to be very willing to be fused by the Liao River, but the latter laughs and laughs, no matter how fierce and majestic you are, once you get to Lao Tzu's water system, you will obediently restrain your hands and obey the posture.

About half an hour later, the rumbling sound of horses' hooves sounded in the distance, and even the scouts only hurried to report one step in advance - Yuan Qizu Kuan, the two sentinels of the hundred-man team, had beheaded all the Houjin scouts and returned with a great victory.

Immediately, the two teams of people, who were completely different from the time they left, went straight to Chongzhen and Wu Sangui under the leadership of the two sturdy men in front of them.

The war horses stood together with their hands brushing the ground, and then stepped on the ground with their two front hooves, like two hundred drumsticks hitting the drum surface heavily, making a muffled sound of "dong".

"Who wouldn't? The basic riding skills of Guanning Iron Cavalry are only. Wu Sangui pursed his lips, although he was disdainful on his face, he was extremely shocked in his heart.

Because the heads of the twenty-five Houjin scouts reported by the second scout were being carried in the hands of the twenty-five Guanning Iron Cavalry in the lead, they were even dripping with blood, and they had not yet dried up, and they had obviously just been cut off.

And the two hundred cavalry who had just gone out came back no more and no less, and they were exactly two hundred.

- Although Wu Sangui has read few literary books, he seems to be not bad at arithmetic, and he has a natural sensitivity to the military formation, and the exact number of people has been derived from the arrangement of these two teams of young iron horsemen.

At the same time, he was sure that these 200 people were worthy of coming down from the battlefield.

Although it was only a very small battle, the aura of battle and non-war was completely different, and no one had the possibility of joining halfway and filling up the numbers.

Wu Sangui didn't want to admit it but had to admit that this was really an extremely complicated psychology.

In the end, he still admits to losing the battle against Shigejin again, and this time in the case of taking the lead.

Therefore, even if I was unwilling, I still gave up struggling.

Wu Sangui raised his head and drank the wine in his bag cleanly, and then angrily threw the bag to the place where the Hunhe River and the Liao River meet.

At the same time as he yelled "let's go", he suddenly instigated his war horse and galloped away along the trend of the Liao River, wearing a black cloak, hunting behind him.

Huang Chongzhen immediately closed his mouth and shouted: "The cloak is too bad!" ”

Wu Sangui did not slow down, but immediately ripped it off, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it to the confluence of the Hunhe River into the Liao River.

It can be seen that he has compared himself to the Hunhe River, and is struggling to avoid being integrated into the Liao River.

"It's such a waste, even if you don't need to heat up, it's not bad to wrap your body!"

Chongzhen continued to be angry and dantian, full of bel canto, and the strength of the blow to Wu Sangui's heart was also quite sufficient.

Wu Sangui's subordinates wanted to learn from him, but he couldn't bear it after all, so he only put away the cloak that looked like he was pulling the wind, but when he was fighting, he was in the way, and silently put it under his buttocks.

"The children can be taught!" Shigejin laughed and continued to yell.

Wu Sangui didn't understand why the roaring sound of the confluence of the Hunhe and Liao rivers couldn't cover the real noise.

I don't know if it was because he drank too much just now, or because the war horse was too bumpy, he had a salty throat, and he wanted to snatch out of his throat when he took a sip of disgusting old wine, but he swallowed it back alive.

Wu Sangui didn't know that since the second shout of the weight of the truth, Huang Xiaoer, who had great eyesight, handed a tin horn to the little guard who was also a teacher and friend to him.

In addition, Huang Chongzhen's voice is already very penetrating, and he himself is very good at seeing and listening to all directions, so he has not been able to exclude his voice.

A slap, after all, is extremely difficult to slap.

In addition to the scouts directly belonging to Yuan Chonghuan, Zu Dashou naturally has an exclusive sentinel system at the southern end of the vast Liaohe Plain.

The news that Wu Sangui took the initiative to meet Chongzhen was soon learned by him.

In this regard, he was not only angry with the cheap nephew, but also felt fortunate and relieved that even if he whispered to him, he had to find the reason why he was not as good as Chongzhen.

However, what exactly they talked about, Zu Dashou did not know.

Because although Chongzhen only commanded five hundred Guanning Iron Cavalry, and at least some of them were generally his cronies, his battle circle was extremely tight, and it was easy to penetrate, so it was impossible to find out his specific strength and specific deployment.

Even the experienced Houjin scouts can only make a rough inference when there are almost no fish that have slipped through the net.

Zu Dashou felt that keeping the mystery and making the cunning enemy unpredictable, hesitant and even fearful was probably one of the reasons why Chongzhen was invincible on the south bank of the Hunhe River.

In fact, Zu Dashou hopes that the person who has frequent good news is his cheap nephew Wu Sangui.

After all, for most people in the Chinese nation, the most convenient means of employing people is nepotism.

And after thousands of years of development, this method has formed a network that cannot be put on the surface, but it is still unavoidable, and the context can be followed.

Daming is actually really good, but in many places, the private use of national weapons and the transformation of state-owned enterprises into private enterprises have become an inevitable custom.

For Zu Dashou, who was married to the Wu family, it was obviously more in his own interests to help the Wu family, who was also a general of Liaodong, to occupy a place in the Guanning army than to promote a subordinate.

Although judging from his face and words and deeds, Chongzhen is obviously not the kind of ungrateful white-eyed wolf.

But there was no way, Liaodong was left with the last narrow piece of land, and only the surviving Jiangmen who survived and relied on it had to unite to preserve this last piece of free soil standing outside the Guan.

Relatives are relatives, Liaodong Zu and Wu, one is prosperous, and one is lost.

Although, Zu Dashou always felt that Wu Sangui's uncle was taking advantage of himself.

Kezu Dashou gave the opportunity and the first opportunity to the cheap nephew, but unfortunately he didn't seize it.

Zu Dashou had to send Chongzhen again in order to stabilize the situation.

Then, Wu Sangui was overtaken in just over the results he had won before, in just over ten days.

This made Zu Dashou angry and indisputable, but fortunately, this guy was quite clever, and he also knew how to ask his comrades in the same garrison to learn from the scriptures.

What did Wu Sangui learn from Chongzhen, Zu Dashou didn't know.

All he knew was that in this very slow time, the meeting of those two hours was tantamount to a meeting of the first and the other.

However, judging from every battle report sent back after Wu Sangui returned to the left bank of the Liao River, Chongzhen's guy still has something real.

Wu Sangui, this kid, has indeed learned that his tactical tactics, which were originally immutable to almost rigid and paranoid, have instantly become flexible and diverse.

Not only did he temporarily collect the scouts directly under Yuan Chonghuan for his use, but also gave full play to the characteristics of the maneuverability and flexibility of the Guanning Iron Cavalry, and never buried the bloody courage that dared to fight and fight into the fertile Liaohe Plain.

Moreover, there is a great tendency for the blue to be better than the blue.

The rapid progress finally evolved into a metamorphosis, and later, even Zu Dashou, who never stuck to the small sections of marching and fighting, felt that this guy's tactics were too despicable and shameless.

Wu Sangui relied on his large number of people, and a scout used a team of fifty people to form a complete abuse against them.

He also sent Jurchen-speaking soldiers, disguised as Houjin scouts, to go deep into the tiger's den to gather information, and shoot those scouts who were hiding in the lush grass or curled up in the dry seze cave.

There is no lower limit to this approach.

So much so that even his cheap maternal uncle had to shout angrily with "little Guizi, rabbit cub".

At the same time, in my heart, I was extremely happy.

As Chongzhen said in his recent letter, everything should be aimed at killing and injuring the living forces of the Jurchens.

After all, the process of the Ming Dynasty's retreat from Liaodong was actually the process of the Jurchens raising a butcher's knife to slaughter the Han people, so that the black land was soaked in the blood and tears of the Han people.

This process can no longer be called tragic, and can only be described by the word tragic.

Because most of these Han people are not soldiers, but unarmed people.

Including, women, old people, children.

The Ming Dynasty died and Jin Xing, or every change of dynasty and the integration of every nation.

In fact, it is nothing more than the process of interweaving the blood and tears of the Chinese people.

Therefore, every Chinese person in the 22 nd century understands that the Chinese nation in which they belong is a nation that has endured many disasters and difficulties, gone through vicissitudes, and finally achieved unprecedented strength through great rejuvenation.

That revival, that strength, all comes from unity.

It is precisely because every interweaving of blood and tears is so unforgettable that the hard-won peace and the unity of Yuru Yucheng have been achieved.

Chongzhen wants to start as a small soldier to achieve this goal.

Seriously, it's too hard, it's too hard.

But he never gave up, always tried his best to do everything inside and outside, and always tried his best to influence and guide everyone around him.

As for the success or not, it is up to time and God.

The battle situation on the left bank of the Liao River seriously annoyed the Houjin Eight Banners, and they were all filled with righteous indignation, gearing up, hoping to cross the Liao River immediately, so that the last piece of soil outside the pass of the Ming Dynasty would also become the occupied area of the Later Jin.