Li Xiao felt that his face was cold, and he was full of water. I don't know when, snowflakes fell from the sky. At first, it was just a small particle of snow, but it hurt to be blown on the face by the north wind. Later, it was simply a heavy snow like goose feathers, as if God was sifting cotton.

The snow fell into the Hunhe River, making a sound of "sand" and "sand". After the hustle and bustle of the battlefield just now, it became a little quiet again. The Eight Banners kept wandering in the distance, and the White Pole soldiers were constantly deploying and arming. Qi Jiajun's side is working harder to build fortifications!

The last rays of light were obscured by dark clouds, and there was an eerie red color between heaven and earth.

Li Xiao is still digging trenches, if the white pole soldiers' military formation is broken through. This will be a fortified battlefield, and the trenches must be dug quickly. Only by arranging enough fortifications can the Qi family's army, which is full of infantry, effectively block the attack of the Eight Banners.

Even in the rear of the Qi family's army, Qi Jin also sent people to start building fortifications. For the chief soldier Zhu Wanliang, Qi Jin's heart was always uneasy.

"We should go and camp on the other side and help a white-pole soldier." Yuan Ang put down the figure of the eldest young master and actually dug a ditch with Li Xiao. This made Li Xiao look at this eldest young master with admiration, and said in good conscience that it was rare for him to be willing to put down his body in these years.

At first glance, he had never done any work, and he was digging dry with a shovel. The head is full of sweat, but the pit is not deep.

But when the others saw that Yuan Dagongzi was working, no one was lazy.

But the question that comes out is a military idiot. Ao Canghai rolled his eyes, and he couldn't even see the eyeballs.

"It's too late to camp on the opposite side, and the Eight Banners will soon attack. The tactics of the Qi family's army are different from those of the white pole soldiers, and they must rely on fortifications. Look at those birds, once they get close to the enemy, it's a nightmare!

If you look at how many Tartar soldiers there are, I'm afraid there are no less than tens of thousands! Once the white pole soldiers could not hold on, they withdrew at night. We can still give them a place to stay, if we fall into it. That is, the whole army is wiped out, and there is no chance of turning the tables. ”

Since Ao Canghai rolled his eyes, Li Xiao had to explain to Yuan An. This thing is a bit of a broken mouth, and if you don't make it clear to him, he can keep muttering.

"You know the art of war?" Yuan Ang stopped what he was doing, and his eyes lit up a little when he looked at Li Xiao.

Li Xiao can't wait to give himself a mouthful, this mouth is really owed!

Underdrawn!

Counseling in these years was far less developed than in later generations. Reading and reading is basically a broken book, Qi Jiguang's "New Book of Ji Xiao" has been published for more than ten years, and it can be regarded as a new book. The even older "Taigong Art of War" is still in vogue, and not everyone has the opportunity to watch it. It's like later generations, post bars, online articles, and all kinds of historical military documentaries.

Some extremely obscure things in history are familiar to later generations. Li Xiao had been a soldier again, so he was naturally interested in these things.

Based on Li Xiao's insight, many generals and guerrilla generals may not have them. In the army of these years, there are illiterate reckless men like Man Gui everywhere. There are so many generals that they can't even read official documents. Some spoofed civil officials write the official documents of reprimand in beautiful words. There are military generals who take that thing as a letter of commendation and read it around!

"It's all about other people." Li Xiao lowered his head and worked, and made up his mind not to talk nonsense again.

"Huh! Brother Xian is really talented! Seeing Li Xiao bowing his head and working, Yuan Ang praised him. I made up my mind even more in my heart, and I had a good look at Li Xiao. For his future career, get a caring staff.

"The Tartars have moved!" Ao Canghai suddenly shouted.

Li Xiao climbed out and stood on the dirt slope, and saw the Tartar soldiers in the distance stepping on the snow and rushing towards the Ming army's military formation on foot.

"Yellow Pacesetter." Seeing the yellow flag, Ao Canghai's heart tightened.

The Yellow Marker is under the Zhenghuang Banner and is a banner personally controlled by Nurhachi. Among the eight banners, the yellow flag of combat power should be the first.

Li Xiao couldn't help but secretly scream damn, he always thought that the Eight Banners Army were all cavalry. Unexpectedly, there were also infantry in the Eight Banners Army. These people under the Zhenghuang banner are the Eight Banners Infantry.

These men pushed two-wheeled shield carts, which had planks an inch thick in front of them. It was more than one person tall and two or three meters wide. The soldiers under the Zhenghuang banner were all hiding behind the shield cart. Holding a shield against his head, he was guarding against falling arrows.

The crossbow arrows shot by the white pole soldier nailed to the shield cart made a "knock" and "knock" sound. Even the stray arrows that were thrown hurt a few people. Especially the group of yellow markers who walked in the front, they were all wearing dark iron armor. They didn't use shields at all, and the stray arrows that fell from the sky shot at them, and they were all bounced away.

"Grandma's! They are trying to grind the white-pole soldiers to death! Ao Canghai saw the military formation that the black pressure wanted to press the white pole soldiers, and threw the pickaxe on the ground.

"Is that the blue flag?" Li Xiao recognized the banner with the blue flag, and it was the men and horses with the blue flag who slaughtered the ivory village. Li Xiao also seized a blue flag token!

The soldiers and horses with blue flags between them also pushed the shield cart. Slowly, from the southeast, he pressed towards the white pole soldiers. In the east and southeast directions, the yellow flag and the blue flag were actually invested by nearly 10,000 people. The black pressure stretches for miles, and it makes people's scalps tingle to watch.

This time Nurhachi learned to be obedient and did not rush madly with cavalry. Instead, the infantry was chosen, approaching little by little. There are only a few thousand white pole soldiers, and even if it is a one-on-one hard fight, the white pole soldiers can be wiped out.

Qin Bangping's face was pale, the winter in the Northeast was too cold. This makes the white pole soldiers who came from afar and were born and raised in the southwest very unaccustomed. Just took advantage of the gap between the big battles to let the soldiers eat something. But the flatbread was frozen hard, and it was indescribably uncomfortable to eat in the stomach.

Now the Tartars rushed up again, and they were all infantry. There are not many opportunities to cheat, and I have to fight hard. I just don't know how many of my soldiers can survive this battle.

Sifo waved his hand to block a stray arrow that shot through the gap in the shield cart. Seeing that the Ming army was getting closer and closer, it was less than thirty steps. The mace in his hand was gathered high above his head, "Kill!" ”

A thunderous roar resounded across the battlefield, and the yellow markers behind him immediately rushed out of the cover of the shield car with a "whoop" and "whoop".

Sifo rushed to the front first, and arrows flew in the Ming army's array. He didn't take it seriously at all, the arrows "clanged" on him, and they couldn't shoot through his armor at all.

The tiger-like Sifo rushed into the Ming army formation first, and a Ming army in front of him stabbed with a spear. He flew away with a stick!

The man was in the air, and a long mouthful of blood gushed out. When he landed, he knocked down seven or eight.

"Holy! This is a Transformer! Li Xiao's eyes were about to fall.

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