On the sixth day of the third month of the second year of the Apocalypse, the third quarter of the first month of Yin.

In the dark night sky, the few stars twinkled brightly, as if within reach.

North of Shiheyi, south of Luanguguan, in a large forest.

More than 3,000 Ming soldiers are resting there.

In front of them, there were more than a dozen sentry detectives hiding their figures, vigilant and vigilant.

The rapid march overnight made the soldiers feel tired, especially the water and fire battalions that relied on the soles of their feet.

But what is commendable is that the soldiers are tired and tired, and they still maintain their basic formation when resting to prevent the enemy's sneak attack.

Taking advantage of the soldiers' rest, Yang Chengying was also carefully thinking about his next plan.

Houjin made it clear that he was "encircling the point to send reinforcements", as for which reinforcements were fighting, there was no need to guess that it was Jinzhouwei.

It is conceivable that Houjin must have dispatched a lot of troops.

What is difficult is that so far he does not know who the commander of the army of Houjin is, how many soldiers and horses he has brought, and which part is the main force.

This is the fog of war!

If you want to clear this fog, you need to calm yourself.

At this time, Su Xiaojing, Xu Shang and other generals in the army naturally leaned over.

They knew that their manager was thinking about the problem, but they didn't say anything, just waited silently.

After a while, Yang Chengying asked softly: "The enemy has set up a pocket array, waiting for us to drill, what do you say I should do?" ”

The generals glanced at each other, and there was no better way.

Su Xiaojing whispered: "The last general suspects that the letter inviting Fang Xun to Fuzhou is very likely to be forged. The purpose is to fish out Fang Patrol, and then besiege him and wait for the general. ”

"Makes sense." Yang Chengying nodded, "Then what should I do?" ”

The scene was unexpectedly silent at this point.

Everyone knows that they can't help but save the Liaodong patrol, otherwise the court will blame it and can't afford to bear it.

Yang Chengying can't help but save Fang Zhenru, now that he has just improved, he can't show signs of disobedience to the imperial court too early.

There was a mess in his heart, and Yang Chengying couldn't help but tap his head and force himself to calm down.

After pondering for a moment, Yang Chengying said in a deep voice: "I have decided." Don't go to Luangu Pass, change the direction of the march......"

"Ah......h

After Su Xiaojing, Xu Shang and others listened to Yang Chengying's plan, they were all stunned and speechless for a long time.

"The general's plan is very bold and risky, but all aspects seem to have been taken into account, and his subordinates think it is feasible!"

Su Xiaojing was the first to come to his senses.

Others also spoke out in agreement.

"Okay, since everyone has no opinion, let's go with the plan. Let's discuss some of the details that need to be paid attention to......"

Yang Chengying squatted down and drew a sketchy map on the ground with a branch in the bright moonlight.

Everyone walked around behind Yang Chengying and listened to him explain the situation in detail.

The topography of Fuzhou has two significant characteristics, one is low in the west and high in the east, and the other is "six mountains, one water and three fields".

The method that Yang Chengying should take is to take a detour.

The whole army marched westward, and after reaching Jinjiagou, it traveled north along the Shahe River, went around to the north of Luangu Pass, and then marched towards Fuzhou.

In other words, he put on a posture of not planning to save Fang Zhenru, and went to Fuzhou first to understand the enemy's situation before going south.

If Fuzhou has been captured by Houjin, it can also take advantage of the enemy's unstable foothold to recover Fuzhou in one fell swoop, and once again cut off the enemy's connection with Gaizhou.

Although the land in Fuzhou was fertile, there were no people to cultivate it, and it was difficult for the enemy to supply them.

Time flies, days pass.

Twenty-four miles northeast of Fuzhou City, in a place called Guandian, Yang Chengying led his corporal to make necessary rest for the next march.

The blood-like sunset hangs obliquely in the west, adding a bit of bleak poetry to the upcoming life-and-death confrontation.

Yang Chengying sat on the ground, leaning against a big tree, holding the scabbard in both hands, and closed his eyes to rest.

"General! The two captured slave chief scouts have been recruited. ”

Su Xiaojing hurriedly came to Yang Chengying's front and said excitedly.

"What did he say?"

Yang Chengying's eyes were still closed, and he asked calmly.

Seize all the time to recuperate, this is a style that Yang Chengying maintained after long-term hard training in his previous life.

He also asked his subordinates to do the same.

In fact, these two slave chief scouts can be said to be a surprise to Yang Chengying.

When he needed the information the most, they delivered it to the door themselves.

Previously, due to the lack of information and the fog of war, Yang Chengying chose the most beneficial way to march.

did not save Fang Zhenru, who was in danger, but made a detour to Fuzhou, which should have been unexpected by the enemy.

Therefore, all the way to the march, there were no slave soldiers encountered on the way.

However, when they arrived at Guandian, the Ming army sentry and the four slave chiefs and scout cavalry encountered each other unexpectedly.

Under the siege of more than a dozen scouts, two slaves were killed and the other two were captured alive.

Yang Chengying hurriedly asked Su Xiaojing to interrogate them, and he led his subordinates to rest on the spot.

"They were sent by Fuzhou to Gaizhou to report the victory. Three days ago, Fuzhou had been captured by slave soldiers, and the defender Jiang Chaodong was transferred from the mountain to go out of the city to rescue the party, and his whereabouts are still unknown. ”

Su Xiaojing said softly.

Three days ago? In other words, before Fuzhou fell, the enemy had already written a false letter to Fang Zhenru to come to Fuzhou to discuss the military situation.

"It's really deep."

Yang Chengying frowned slightly, "General Su, keep talking." ”

"Although it is not very exact, according to the two men, there are less than 3,000 slave soldiers defending the city, and the defender of the city is the general Turg."

Turg?! Yang Chengying's eyebrows were slightly raised, and there was a hint of joy in his eyes.

If the defender is really Turg, it can increase the chances of winning by a few points.

It's not that Turg is incompetent, on the contrary, he is a brave and warlike tiger in the Houjin army.

According to historical records: the division of Renwu, the road is thousands of miles deep, such as the land of no one, which is unprecedented, then the achievements of Turg are also.

Turg is twenty-eight years old, the age of youthful vigor and impulsiveness. And his battlefield experience is incomparable to those generals under Nurhachi's command at this time.

It must be much easier to calculate him than it is to calculate those battlefield veterans.

In addition, he is Nurhachi's son-in-law, married to Nurhachi's fourth daughter, Aisin Jueluo Mukush, and her ex-husband is one of the "Five Founding Ministers".

And both are Turg's fathers.

As a result, the relationship between the couple has been very bad.

This is also a point that can be exploited.

"Is there any other information besides that?" Yang Chengying continued to ask.

Su Xiaojing shook his head and said, "No." ”

"Huh? Don't you even know who the general of the besieging patrol is? ”

"Oh, that's still the case."

"Who is it?"

"The owner of the blue flag - the second chief of the slave Beyl Amin."

"It's him."

Houjin's four major Baylors, Yang Chengying has already learned the power of Mang Gurtai, this time he is going to fight with Amin, I don't know if he is as rumored, brave in battle, but in other aspects of the brain is missing a string.

Yang Chengying turned his head to look at the remnant sun that was almost over in the west, and took a deep breath.

One day, it's almost gone by again!

And tomorrow will be the day that will determine the success or failure of this battle.