In the center of the camp, Zheng Haizhu sat on his horse and stared at the infantry who had been lined up.

These infantry were not Sichuanese, but Ma Xianglin, who was a guest army and got more troops after the Fushun Defense War, was directly recruited in Jizhen and Liaodong Town.

At that time, Zheng Haizhu suggested that Ma Xianglin learn from Qi Jiguang's practice in Jizhen for infantry training, divide the infantry battalion into a killer team and a fire team, and cooperate with each other with cold and hot weapons to carry out long-range and close-range effective strikes against the enemy.

Ma Xianglin listened to the persuasion and invited the generals under Qi Jin to train the infantry, and for those killer teams that used cold weapons, Qi Jin used Qi Jiguang's most famous "Mandarin Duck Array" training method.

It happened that Ma Xianglin's Sichuan army ate the bowl of rice with spears, so Qi Jin increased the number of pikemen in the Mandarin Duck Array to replace the boring palladium, guns and sticks and other weapons in the Mandarin Duck Array.

In today's ambush battle, the Houjin knights did not line up at all, and were successively attacked by four-pounder cannons and cavalry of the Ming army, and they had long lost the possibility of attacking the infantry formation at high speed.

The infantry of the Ming army, who put on a posture of rejecting horses, quickly realized this.

Under the commander's order, the infantry quickly changed from a long line of two or three layers to a mandarin duck formation of more than ten people, and took the initiative to move forward and pounced on the fierce battlefield.

Among the Jurchen soldiers, many of them were only infantry on horseback, and did not have the ability to use long melee weapons on horses, and their more common combat method was to dismount and use a foot bow, first shoot a long shot, and then replace it with a weapon such as a knife to engage the enemy.

However, the long shield in front of each mandarin duck formation of the Ming army firmly blocked the arrows of the Jurchens.

At this moment, if you look down from mid-air, the mandarin duck arrays on the snow field that maintain a purging form are like black monsters with unpredictable mana.

These monsters, after approaching the enemy in the rapid advance, between the two shields, as well as the left and right wings, suddenly stretched out their spears, stabbing the Jurchens who immediately got off the horse screamed miserably, and the Jurchens around their partners wielding knives and other short weapons could not respond in time under the threat of other spears.

The morning has risen, and the light generously envelops the mountains and rivers.

On the pale golden earth, there are constantly dark ink dots that are fixed, and around the ink dots, there are bright red puddles of blood, like cinnabar falling on plain satin, which is shocking.

"Write it down, the bow is about fifty steps, and you can't break the long shield."

"Write it down, in the mandarin duck array, you have to replace a spear and replace it with a boring palladium hand, or a mace, so that you can hit the enemy's horse head at close range."

"Write it down, and develop a short gun for the cavalry. It is impossible to shoot immediately, and before the two sides take over, if you shoot with your eyes closed from 300 paces away, you can shoot a lot. ”

Zheng Haizhu took the telescope that Ma Xianglin threw to her, and while watching the battle situation, she ordered the Jinyi guards around her.

This brocade guard is in Beijing, it is a general banner, it is Liu Qiao's descendant, and he can also read and write, so he was assigned by Liu Qiao to bring a few horsemen to protect Zheng Haizhu to Beisai.

He knew that the relationship between Liu and Zheng was already very iron, and he himself bought Zheng Haizhu's account, and felt that this woman was indeed better than many civil officials, and she also respected martial artists.

Jin Yiwei held a booklet in his left hand, held a pen in his right hand, and dipped the bamboo tube with ink on his waist from time to time, making notes in a hurry, only feeling that it was much more energetic than when he was copying his home in Beijing and keeping accounts.

Zheng Haizhu is dedicated to two purposes, in addition to using it to convert the experience of the actual combat scene into oral description, he is also planning, whether it is Ma Xianglin's team or his Chongming battalion, they should set up a staff department like a certain army in later generations.

There will be three more bureaus at the bottom, and in addition to the intelligence bureau, which has already taken some rudimentary shape, there will also be a combat bureau and a communications bureau.

Among them, the combat bureau is the most important, and the combat bureau should be responsible for how to determine the plan of the campaign, how to mobilize before the war, how to arrange materials, how to coordinate with the various arms of the armed forces in wartime, and how to adjust tactics.

For example, in the ambush battle in front of us, although the Ming army has an absolute advantage, it will not be zero battle losses, let alone no lessons to sum up. At this time, there should be people from the Operations Bureau of the General Staff Department present to collect all the feedback that is worth collecting, and propose and implement improvement plans after the war.

Zheng Haizhu put down the binoculars and turned his head to catch a glimpse of Xu San's anxious face.

"Don't worry, it's over in a hurry. Your brother-in-law is so clever, he should have hid in some snow hole. When we go back and cut the head of the Tartar, he will definitely come. ”

Zheng Haizhu can only comfort his loyal subordinates in this way.

……

Ma Xianglin was red-eyed.

Since following Qin Liangyu to the battlefield for the first time when he was a teenager, for the first time in fifteen years, Ma Xianglin felt that when the white-pole gun in his hand pierced the bodies of one enemy after another, what he gained was more than the thrill of instant victory and defeat.

There was also the turbidity that had been accumulated for a long time, like the fire and white smoke rushing out of the roaring barrels, pouring heartily.

The proud general was designed to be used, the filial son was angrily reprimanded by his mother, and the husband who loved his wife and son was tormented by heart-wrenching separation, all of which made him feel deeply painful, were released on the cruel and bloody battlefield.

Ma Biao and the rest of the family, as well as Man Gui who was not far away while killing Tartars and paying attention to the surroundings, these comrades saw a crazy Ma Xianglin, a Ma Xianglin who still showed a bit of sadness when his side was clearly winning.

Derge also saw Ma Xianglin clearly.

There were more than half of the Bayalas around Little Baylor, and many of those who rushed out were picked up by Ma Xianglin and landed on the messy snow.

"Amma, the son of the southwest Tusi of the Ming Kingdom, is like the reincarnation of Zhao Zilong."

In the ears of the Derge class, the words of his half-brother Huang Taiji to his father Nurhachi sounded.

He clenched the Shun knife in his hand, but at the same time looked in the direction of the Luanhe River on the left.

He was judging how much chance he would have if he broke through the flank of the battlefield and crossed the Luan River over the ice, and whether he should make this decision immediately.

Ama doesn't think I'm a bad breed, hasn't the Four Baylor Emperor Taiji also been the defeated generals of this Ma Xianglin's subordinates?

A moment ago, the Jiala Ezhen, who insisted on fighting to the death, couldn't see him anymore, and I don't know if this real warrior of Houjin had died in battle.

"Master, blow the trumpet! The master is a precious body, and he is not worth being damaged in the trap set by this gang of vicious Nikans! ”

A bara shouted and persuaded.

Immediately, a few more bayalas chimed in.

Derg no longer hesitated, and made a gesture.

"Woo......"

The sound of a conch sounding in a harsh tone.

The Derge slammed the horse's belly and galloped towards the Luan River.

Cross the river, get to the east, run non-stop, escape into Horqin, and there will be a way to live!

The silver-armored baba are doing their best to fight for their masters.

The powerful minions knew that if the small banner master, who was the son of the Khan, was folded in the hands of the Ming army, even if they returned to Hetuara alive, they would be condemned and even beheaded.

Ma Xianglin heard the sound of the conch and saw the blue flag moving, so he immediately changed his marksmanship from stabbing to sweeping, opened a passage, and went to chase the Deg class at full speed.

Today, no matter how crazy and happy he was killing the enemy, Ma Xianglin's mind still retained a piece of clarity.

The defeat of a Jiannu team led by the master of Xiaoqi, this military feat is not only ironclad, but also really not small, and the prospect of the Ma family army in Jizhen returning to his hands is bright.

This is a great gift from A-Zhu, and he also wants to repay his best friend and facilitate her secret plan.

Ma Xianglin wants to capture the Derge class alive.

Ma Biao waved the red flag on the edge of his teeth, and more and more Sichuan knights gathered on horseback.

The Derge class could hear the wind whistling in his ears, and he could even distinguish the roar of the Ming army behind him becoming more and more dense and loud.

The love horse under the crotch is galloping like electricity, and the Luanhe River, which is frozen like a white felt blanket, is close in front of you.

Suddenly, with a "poof", in front of the Derge, a Jurchen knight holding a blue flag, with an arrow on his horse, turned forward a few times with inertia, and before he could even neigh, his skull hit the stone by the river, and he whimpered.

The owner of the stirrup followed a tumble and was finally crushed by his own horse.

Frightened, Derg subconsciously retracted the reins, trying to avoid the obstacles in front of him, but heard the sharp sound of a bowstring.

This time, it was a white armor that was shot.

Step Bow!

Why did the Ming army use the Jurchen foot bow?

The horses of the white armor bayala with arrows were tilted around their necks, like a harrier in a troubled wind, and planted headlong.

The Derg snapped the reins, dodging the impact, but slowing down.

Two of the faithful minions guarding Baylor the Younger have discovered the source of the arrows.

In the bushes of the river beach, a man who was not burly pulled out the familiar foot bow of the Jurchens.

It's the businessman from Zhangjiakou!

The Ming country who tricked little Baylor here!

Like angry beasts, the two bayalas rushed towards them wielding their swords.

Dong Wang's face did not change.

He stood there, his thumb with a horn wrench, pressed against the bowstring again.

"Poof......

At the same time as the sharp arrow flew out, Bayala's sword also slashed over.

Dong Wang fell on the snow in response.

The blue of the clear sky suddenly filled his vision.

In the middle of the blue sky are the faces of his wife and children.

Dong Wang smiled and reluctantly turned his head sideways.

He saw the pursuers of the Ming army, fighting with the fleeing Tartars on the snow-covered ice of the Luan River.

Bayara's sword slashed down again.

Dong Wang's eyes were completely dark.

(End of chapter)