Such a tragic situation, even the savage Jurchens who were fighting with tigers and bears in the old forest were shocked to see it.

Wunege's thick nerves had already been tortured by the Great Ming Firearm, and although he was sweating like pulp, he roughly deduced what kind of firearm it was.

- Not the whistling cannonballs, not the fires that burst into the sky, but a group of devils hiding in the black dirt.

Wuneg roared angrily and ordered his brothers not to shout, let alone run blindly, just stay where they were, not to move, and to reassure the horses beside them, so that they should not move their strong hooves at will.

After the more than 1,000 cavalry and war horses under his command had calmed down, Vunegg looked down and saw a small hemp rope very close to the color of wheat straw on the back of the old mother's densely sewn military boots.

Wunegg was amazed that he still had such foot strength, and when he landed, he let the tip of his boot poke more than three inches into the dirt, and at the same time he was extremely glad that he was so blessed that he did not act rashly.

Because with a slight exertion, even just a toe lift, the small hemp rope that had been stretched so tightly would be torn apart, and the lid would be lifted from the lid of the ash jar-like object that was half hidden in the dirt beside it.

The instinct for danger that he had cultivated since he was a child between the white mountains and black waters made Wuneg immediately realize that it was this thing, which was almost integrated with the fields and wheat straw, that caught him off guard and suffered heavy losses.

The agile and strong toes of the Vunag ape slammed into force, and even the firm cowhide soles of the military boots were almost pierced.

The sole of his right foot sank into the dirt in two, leaving a gap, and then carefully pulled out his beloved big foot.

He tiptoed away from the dangerous thing, while carefully avoiding other well-hidden traps that could not escape the keen eyes of the hunter.

Then, after a long period of step-by-step, it was as if I had stepped out of a minefield, and in the midst of repeated confirmation, I found a safe foothold where I could stand at will.

Wu Nage took a long breath at this time, but he never thought that in just half a year, after the reorganization, the Houjin army, which was more victorious, invaded the Ming Dynasty again, and even these former borderless lands were so difficult.

I can't believe that I am a man with five big and three rough people, and he has always been straightforward and rough, and he has a rampaging combat style.

One day, it will be like those women in the tribe who have begun to learn the female red of the Han family, obviously the tiger can't bear to look directly, but they have to work hard to complete such a series of delicate movements.

Wu Nage sighed that in the past, even the prosperous Liubao could take the initiative to give up the Ming Dynasty, for this inch of the left bank of the Liao River, which has no city and fortress, why has it become so important to fight for every inch of land.

On the one hand, I couldn't figure out how those things that exploded like artillery fires exploded in the absence of open flames, and they couldn't be pea pods everywhere?

He didn't know that the wise Chinese people were terrible beings that could be invented even the kind of firecrackers that children play with that can be thrown on the ground and burst with a "snap".

It's not a matter of minutes to make a simple version of a mine come out?

Staring at a pair of bull's eyes and looking at the clansmen brothers under his command, he carefully led the undamaged war horse, and under his loud guidance, he pouted his cheeks and walked out of the extremely dangerous area step by step.

Vunegg felt that his understanding of the Great Ming Fire Weapon had deepened a little.

As one of the few Jurchens who have experienced the power of the Great Open Fire Weapon several times, and is deeply afraid of it.

Wu Nag suddenly realized that it seemed very uneconomical to rush forward with such a roar, and then be killed by the weak Ming army's firearms.

So, determined to prove that he was still a Jurchen warrior who had never lost his courage in the name of the vanguard officer and died in battle, he suddenly didn't want to die in battle.

He looked up at the sky, and saw a morning sun, swallowed back by dark clouds.

The belated rainy season in Liaodong will still come after all.

Wu Nag and his clan brothers finally got out of the minefield, naturally they did not have the courage to turn back to clear the mines, nor did they have the technology, so they were very eager to hope that God would hurry up and rain a heavy rain.

so that the Great Khan, and the armies of the two great beylers, could pass through this wide and dangerous field of wheat, which had apparently been harvested, without any danger.

After all, the disadvantage of being more easily and more afraid of moisture than the Jurchen bowstring is well known and obviously visible.

The newly appointed Houjin Great Khan really lived up to the word "Tiancong" and chose to attack Daming in this rainy season.

Even if it is very likely to make the Jurchen war horses fall into the mud, and it will also make the Jurchen warriors fall into the predicament of trekking in the rain, but the Daming firearm is more afraid of being attacked by the heavy rain, and the possibility of dumb fire is also greater.

The hard-working Jurchen people survive in the white mountains and black waters all the year round, what kind of bitter cold and humid and stuffy heat have not been seen?

Compared with the Ming army, which pays special attention to the time and place and regards firearms as its greatest reliance, the advantage is obviously better, and the victory rate is also greater.

Vunag finally figured out the most basic factors in this war, and finally admired the new Great Khan, who did not approve of it, and was even somewhat hostile.

As for Mang Gutai, the Baylor brother who was born and died, his style of acting was still too reckless after all, and his thinking was too rough.

In order to prevent the unknown large open flame weapon from coming out in front of him, Wu Nag retracted his mind and began to concentrate on being a conscientious pioneer for the 60,000 troops in the rear.

Huang Taiji feels that the biggest constraint at this stage still comes from Ah Shan and Mang Gutai, two princes who hold the military power of the Eight Banners and can be compared with him in terms of prestige and qualifications.

Even if it is Amin, as long as his strength allows and the layout is appropriate, it is not impossible to become a Great Khan.

Huang Taiji didn't think that Ah Shan, who was a gentleman and frank on the surface, would secretly take good care of Dolgon, the son of the eldest concubine who had a skin-to-skin relationship.

In addition to the guilt caused by the concubine's funeral and the compensation made, Ah Shan will also find a strong helping hand for himself under pressure from above his head.

Looking at the entire Houjin, among all the Eight Banner nobles, only Dolgon, who was the first of the four little Baylors, had this qualification, and no matter which side it was, it was extremely suitable.

Huang Taiji knew this, but he couldn't stop it, just like he couldn't stop Dolgon, with his own efforts and courage, he had risen to become the brightest star among the young generation of Eight Banners.

If the eldest son, Hauge, hadn't been severely cheated, the two would still be the best uncles, nephews and friends.

Haoge, who always feels that there are shortcomings or something, still regards the handsome and dashing fourteenth uncle as the object of his greatest admiration.

Therefore, Huang Taiji was unable to stop and did not care about Dolgon, who was in southern Liaoning, and was able to learn about the war in western Liaoxi through various means, only hoping that he could block the unwarranted threat from the depths of the blue Liaohai.

Dolgon had to admit that Huang Taiji's ability to control political affairs did have a talent that ordinary Jurchens could hardly match.

Whether it is the arrangement of the invented strikers or the deployment of the follow-up army, the deep meaning contained in it makes Dolgon have to be amazed.

However, the proud Dolgon did not think that the new Khan, who claimed to be "Tiancong" and was too deep to attach, could surpass him in military affairs.

Just as he didn't think that he could shake the situation through the Guanningjin defense line that was not what it used to be, and he didn't think that Yue Tuohaoge and the forward combination of Wuneg could tear even the slightest gap in that solid defensive line.

Looking at the report of the battle in western Liaoning, which had suffered two successive setbacks before the Ming army reached the Jinzhou frontier, Dolgon smiled coldly, focused on the word "Haoge", and said disdainfully: "What a fool." ”

He cast his eyes on the three words "Wunege" again, and the figure that had lost a lot of weight appeared in front of him, like a young general who had opened a trick and galloped across the field, and nodded lightly.

When he saw the word "Yue Tuo", his handsome eyebrows frowned slightly, and his complicated expression disappeared in a flash, and he suddenly crumpled the paper in his hand and threw it into the brazier on the side.

Dolgon watched this military report quickly turn back and decided not to care about the affairs of Liaoxi, but to devote all his energy to Zhang Pan, a former defeated general who had been reinforced by Yuan Keli.

Amin was dissatisfied with Huang Taiji's rule, and even more dissatisfied with that guy always looking for an excuse to cut down the population under his banner, and he was on the road of Zhangpan several times along the coast of southern Liaoning, thus losing his troops.

He simply authorized Dolgon to take care of all the resources he could for the time being.

After half a month, for this little cousin's talent with no upper limit in the military, as well as his bottomless means, Amin was really pleasing to the eye, breathtaking, and at the same time felt a faint chill in his heart.

He finally understood why this old little cousin would light one pot after another in the stuffy military tent in the hot weather, nothing more than to drive away the dampness on the surface of the body and the cold in the heart, nothing more.

When the sporadic and bean-sized raindrops became so dense that even the rough skin could not resist the pain, Zu Dashou of Jinzhou Chengtou finally ordered all firearms to be properly preserved.

All of a sudden, standing quietly in the gradually fattening rain, the headquarters of Zu Dashou, the Jinzhou guard general of the Guanning Army for a long time, had already taken swift action.

The stacks became an excellent place to hide firearms, and bundles of firearms and boxes of shells were quickly placed properly.

Even the original extremely heavy cannon barrel was installed with the gun carriage invented and created by Chongzhen, so that it became flexible and mobile from staggering, and moved freely.