Outside the town, the devastation was all over the place, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The low town wall is damaged in many places, and there are corpses all over the town inside and outside the town, and there is a sea of fire.

In the dried-up river outside the town were decomposing corpses, men, women and children, ragged and barely covered.

Not long ago, the town of Hutou has actually become history.

The strong wind was blowing, blowing countless fiery red flags on the official road.

"...... of Hutou Town"

Not far away, Hutou Town had already become a sea of fire, and the coldness in Chen Wang's heart was getting worse and worse.

The air was filled with a strong and disgusting smell of rancid and bloody, and everyone who smelled it couldn't help but cover their mouths and noses.

The town of Hutou was so easily breached, it was just a trick to lure the enemy in.

All the way north from the town of Hutou, the terrain on both sides is gradually rising, and in front of it is the mountain range, and the ambush of the thieves should be not far ahead, hidden between the mountains and valleys, those places are the best places to ambush.

Chen Wang didn't immediately stand up and warn now.

He was looking for the most opportune time, an opportunity for Cao Wenzhao to remember his name.

Most of the family members were taken away by Cao Bianjiao, and now Cao Wenzhao is only beside them, more than a hundred old soldiers who came from Liaodong, they are all Cao Wenzhao's personal guards, and Cao Wenzhao is not far in front of him at this time.

No one knows that there are thousands of ambushes ahead, and the thieves are already waiting for them.

Chen Wang slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, and he remembered the records in the Ming history clearly.

"Tens of thousands of thieves are surrounded by horses, and arrows are gathered."

"The thief didn't know that it was a decree, and there was a pawn who was in a hurry, shouting: 'The general save me!' The traitor among the thieves knew it, and the thief said: "This Cao Zongbing is also." ’”

"The thief is happy, and the siege is urgent. Wen Zhao jumped left and right, killing dozens of people with his hands, and turning for several miles. ”

"I couldn't do it, so I drew my sword and killed myself. More than 20 people died under the guerrilla peace. ”

Cao Wenzhao was killed for two reasons, one was a surprise attack, and the other was because his identity was broken, and finally he was surrounded by an army of thieves.

Wealth is in danger, and sometimes you have to work hard, and you have to work hard.

As a family member, he can indeed obtain the best military equipment, get sufficient food, and enjoy the best treatment, but it also seals the normal way to promotion.

Those who have the ability to command and lead the troops will indeed be released as officers, but the original body is only brave, and the personality is quite withdrawn.

Therefore, although he has killed many enemies, he has always been just a personal guard, and now Chen Wang wants to reverse this image.

If Cao Wenzhao can be rescued under the siege, then he will enter Cao Wenzhao's eyes and leave a deep impression in his heart, and he will never be just an ordinary guard family member at that time.

……

Under the big rope, Cao Wenzhao clenched the reins in his hand, and because of the force, the knuckles were already white.

He gritted his teeth and suppressed his emotions as much as he could.

The raging fire reflected on the mountain armor and battle robe on his body, and anger churned in his heart.

looked at the town in front of him, which had turned into a sea of fire.

In the battle of Chaomachuan, Liu Honglie, the vanguard of the Chinese army, was captured, Ai Wannian and Liu Guozhen were unable to fight, and they were all killed, only Liu Chenggong and Wang Ximing were seriously wounded, and only a few hundred of the three thousand soldiers and horses were able to escape.

Ai Wannian has known him for many years, but now he is on the battlefield of fate, and his soul has returned to Jiuquan.

The Tartars in the north are becoming more and more rampant, and the situation can be said to have collapsed.

Lin Dan Khan of Mongolia died in Qinghai, and now the entire southern Mongolia has been annexed by the Jurchens, and the already powerful Jurchens are now skyrocketing again.

Now the northern frontier is relatively peaceful for the time being, but it is foreseeable that once the Jurchens go south again, there will be another bloody storm.

There are internal worries and external troubles,

The war in the interior must not be delayed any longer, otherwise once the Jianyu moves south, he will be attacked from both sides.

Tartars, thieves, and famines followed.

Everything is a disaster.

When will there be peace in this day?

Cao Wenzhao looked back at the soldiers behind him, the spirits of the family members were quite full, but the foot soldiers who followed him all the way to the battle were all haggard and showed malaise.

This march was really a helpless move, and the counties of Yingzhou, Shouzhou, Bozhou, and Huoqiu of Fengyang Prefecture fell, and the counties of Wuwei Prefecture and Chaoxian County of Lujiang Prefecture also fell.

The fall of many counties and the destruction of the Fengyang Emperor's Mausoleum, the Son of Heaven was furious, and there were 70,000 officers and soldiers in the border and belly, and more than one million taels of gold in Beijing, province and money were sent as military salaries, and they were limited to sweep up the Qing within six months.

In front of him, the herald carrying the command flag reported to him the battle report of Hutou Town.

His nephew Cao Bianjiao had already led the vanguard cavalry in pursuit, and there were less than 3,000 thieves guarding Hutou Town.

"Didn't I tell you to stop him! With my orders, you should be tougher, do he dare not listen?! ”

Cao Wenzhao's expression was cold, his brows were frowned, and he rebuked the generals who stayed outside Hutou Town to respond.

Cao Bianjiao is his nephew, he has been close to him since he was a child, he knows Cao Bianjiao very well, and his personality is hot, like a powder keg.

Courage is brave, but there is still a lack of some sense of the big picture.

This time, as a striker, he told him not to chase the enemy too much, but it seems that these words were not listened to.

These generals he sent to supervise the past were also timid, and they couldn't stop Cao Bianjiao at all.

"Command the horse to gallop, send a message to the striker, and let it stop immediately!"

Cao Wenzhao waved his horsewhip and issued a military order again.

Cao Bianjiao only brought more than 500 cavalry under his command, and he was worried that his pursuit would go too deep and fall into the siege of the thieves, and he had to lead the army to meet it.

I don't know how many thieves have entered Qingyang Mansion, and the news that came is that there are thousands of people, and some people say tens of thousands.

If there were tens of thousands of thieves in the enemy army around Zhenning, such a light soldier would be surrounded in the center, and it would be a game of death and death.

"Order, all the army is armored!"

The flag waved, the horse's hooves sounded sharply, and the cavalry that gave the order flew past both sides of the queue, loudly conveying the military order.

"All the army is in armor!"

"Woo————"

The low sound of the horn slowly sounded in the sky above the official road in the next moment, and reached the ears of a group of Ming soldiers.

"Armor!"

The Ming army officer, who was standing on the side of the procession, wearing a red hat on his head and carrying a Yanling sword, immediately repeated the military order loudly after hearing the sound of the horn and the sound of the order.

"Armor!"

For a while, the sound of shouting and armor resounded throughout the entire official road.

When the army marches, there are scouts to investigate, and there are front teams to explore the way, so it is generally not in armor to march.

Only scouts will march in armor on the march, and scouts will take turns attacking and will be replaced after a while.

The armor can easily reach dozens of catties, and the records in the "Martial Arts" show that according to the elite standards of the Ming Army on the nine sides, a suit of armor plus armament can even reach ninety catties. Wearing armor and marching, I am afraid that in a moment and a half, they will all be tired, let alone meet the enemy to fight.

The armor is cumbersome to wear, but the armor has its own regulations, and everyone helps each other to put on the armor and organize the armor according to the regulations.

Chen Wang tightened the leather belt around his waist, tied the six-petal iron helmet with a red flag on his head, straightened it, and fixed it firmly.

On the battlefield, any laxity will cost people's lives, and there is no room for the slightest relaxation in the inspection of armaments.

The set of armor and armaments on his body weighs more than 60 catties in total, which is not as heavy as recorded in the "Martial Arts Edition".

After confirming that there was no leakage, Chen Wang stepped on the side of the horse, and with just a slight force, the whole person left the ground, and then sat firmly on the saddle.

Because there is a possibility of fighting at any time, in order to save the horsepower, all the family members are leading the war horses, and only the part of the guards who are guarding Cao Wenzhao has a transfer of horses, so they can ride on horses.

When the news of the striker's engagement came, Cao Wenzhao was guarded, and the guards who had been riding also put on armor and changed horses.

Chen Wang's face sank like water, his hand put on the saber on his waist, and the cold texture came from his fingertips, making his chaotic thoughts gradually calm down.

Only when he holds the knife and gun in his hand will Chen Wang feel a trace of security and feel that he can truly control his life.

The edge of the helmet in front of the iron helmet blocked the oblique sunlight, allowing Chen Wang to see the situation in front of him.

The war horse was restlessly digging the soil at his feet with the horse's hooves, the sound of the nose was everywhere, the sound of the horse bell was clear, and a group of Ming soldiers wearing red armor were ready to go.

The red banner was waving in the strong wind, the bright red helmet flag was shining in the sun, and the endless aura of slaughter slowly rose from the military array.

Chen Wang's heart was cold, and the hand holding the reins trembled slightly uncontrollably.

Although he has long been accustomed to seeing battle formations, not only in memory, after he came to this world, in just two months, he has personally experienced more than ten formations.

Fear is instinctive, and it is the instinct of man in the face of death.

The purpose of military training is to overcome the fear of human nature, and to strengthen confidence and overcome fear with discipline, battle formations, equipment, skills, and collective strength.

The fear in his heart didn't affect him much.

The memories of the battle formation, etched in his blood and bones, quickly dispelled the fear in his heart.

In the army, there is a strict hierarchy.

Commands are like mountains, and they must not be disobeyed.

"Woo————"

The trumpet sounded again, this time not the trumpet of armor, but the trumpet of marching.

"Walk in!"

The flag waved, and the military academy shouted the order.

On the official road, all the Ming troops were ready to go, and they all completed their armor.

In the midst of one advance after another, they raised their indifferent faces, took a step on their tired legs, and walked silently towards the front.

Chen Wang tilted his head slightly to look at the army beside him.

On his side were a group of armored, murderous cavalry.

Behind him were teams of foot soldiers, neatly clad and armoured, with spears on their shoulders.

On the official road, the sound of armor clashing, footsteps, and horses' hooves all converged together, as loud as a surging river.

History of the Ming Dynasty, Volume 156:

"The thieves fought against the enemy with thousands of horses, and the thieves shouted into battle, and the armies marched together, and the thieves were defeated. The three armies of the three armies were changed to Yong, and the thieves heard the name of General Cao, and they were all terrified. ”