Qi Yikui's mission was successfully completed, and he wanted to slip away.

Tuhai didn't let him go, but he didn't run with Mulima at all, so he can't be blamed for his incompetence.

Where it went, no one knows now.

It is estimated that Dong Xueli, the governor of Huguang, Zheng Jiaolin, the governor of Sichuan, and Wang Yizheng, the governor of Shaanxi, will not know where the escaped Dingxi general is until two days.

It is also impossible to say in which forest the unfamiliar general Dingxi got lost, or stumbled and fell off the cliff to see the emperor who treated him well and wanted to rehabilitate him when he was dying.

To each his own life.

Although Tu Hai, the bastard, was an important operator of the Qing court's pacification of the three feudatories, Wang Wu did not regard it as much of a threat, and it was best to grasp it, and there was nothing to regret if he couldn't catch it.

If you really want to say that you have any regrets about the San Francisco uprising, it is a pity that you are a pity for the gang of fierce generals who followed Wu Sangui.

"Fifth master, take care!"

Qi Yikui's Stockholm syndrome was mild at first, but now the symptoms are significantly worse.

Most of them were stimulated by the Battle of Huanglong Mountain.

Judging by the symptoms, it is typically late.

There's no way to save that.

Otherwise, he would not dare to arrest General Jingxi and Governor Huguang.

Some things are better than thorough.

Wang Wu nodded slightly, people helped him so much, he had to express it in a reasonable way.

Talking about money, vulgar.

He also has no money, so he can only talk about feelings.

He personally sent Qi Yikui and other officers and soldiers of the Green Battalion to their new combat posts.

I didn't think that this gift would send out an eighteen send.

How to describe it, that is, as long as Wang Wu loosened his mouth, at least half of the more than 400 battalion soldiers who participated in the operation would be able to cut their braids on the spot.

The call of the "five masters" is like the call of love, lingering in the valley and gradually disappearing.

Looking at the officers and soldiers of the Huguang Green Battalion who were reluctant to give up on him, Wang Wu felt strange in his heart, and he also felt strange.

Something seems to be wrong.

Ultimately, it comes down to charisma.

Mu Lima, a pig-like opponent, forcibly shaped him Wang Wu into a new generation of war gods of the Ming army!

In the minds of many Ming soldiers, his image is no less than that of Hu Shuai, Yuan Shuai, and Hao Shuai, and can even be compared to the King of Jin in the Daxi camp.

If you can get a few more big wins, I'm afraid you will be chasing the old king.

The Ming army is still like this, and the state of mind of these battalion soldiers who panicked when they heard the name of the fifth master can be imagined.

The helpers are gone, and they have to deal with the Manchurian generals who have not understood what is going on until now.

"Who is Mulima! I'm your mother! ”

Wang Wu's personal army took the flag Zhang Pengyu and rushed to the crowd with a knife, wanting to blow up the brains of that Tartar bullshit general.

It's really not easy to recognize, because a group of Manchurian generals have their hats off, and they are all wearing armor, and they can't be distinguished by any fingers.

Fortunately, before Qi Yikui left, he pulled Mulima to the Huguang governor Yang Maoxun, as well as several Manchurian vice-presidents, to the side.

Looking at Mulima, who was tied up like a rice dumpling, Wang Wu asked him to take out the cloth ball in his mouth.

As a result, as soon as Bu Tuan blurted out, General Jingxi cursed.

Wang Wu, who listened to it, was also annoyed, and stepped forward to give Mu Lima a scabbard, which smashed the Qing army general dizzy, and almost hit the protruding stones underground.

"Are you the governor of Huguang?"

Wang Wu used the scabbard to lift Yang Maoxun, who had been hanging his head and his heart was like ashes.

Yang Maoxun "Hmm" two sentences.

Wang Wu asked him to take down the cloth ball, but as a result, he scolded like Mulima.

The scolding of a provincial senior governor is quite knowledgeable, unlike Mulima's vulgarity, which can be regarded as an elegant scolding.

"Damn, when you die, you still have a hard mouth, Lao Tzu slashed you with a knife!"

Jiang Tiancheng was angry, but he drew his knife and stepped forward to slash Yang Maoxun's neck.

"What do you have to say to these Tartar dog traitors!"

Seeing this, the rest of the generals also drew their swords and stepped forward, wanting to send these real Tartars to the west to complete today's great martial arts, and let the Tartars know that there are still heroes in China!

"Stop!"

Who knew that Wang Wu drank and ordered everyone not to do anything.

"Fifth brother?"

Gou Yu didn't understand why the fifth brother didn't let him do it.

Jiang Tiancheng, Cao Diwei, Xu Deyi and others also looked at Wang Wu with puzzled expressions.

Wang Wu didn't explain, just swept the faces of the angry Manchurian generals.

In the end, his eyes fell on the face of Yang Maoxun, who was eager to swallow himself alive.

Niu Wancheng is right, a partial victory cannot change the general trend.

The window period left for the Ming army was only three days, and after three days, tens of thousands of Sichuan Green Battalions, which were not weaker than the Ming army, would enter the defense line, and then the Ming army's hard-won advantage from the Manchurian Eight Banners would be gone.

There is only one soft persimmon, and there is no second one.

There is a lesson from the fiasco of the Manchurian Eight Banners attack, and I know with a pig's brain that it is impossible for the Qing army to launch a stupid attack in the future, and it will definitely continue to besiege the Ming army as before.

Until the Ming army ran out of ammunition and food.

Therefore, if the Ming army wants to resolve this crisis, there is only one option: breaking through.

However, breaking through with tens of thousands of family members is not something that can be done with one mouth and one finger of hand.

It takes at least one to two months to prepare.

During this time, it is also necessary to prevent the Qing army from preemptively blocking the possible direction of the Ming army's breakthrough, so that the Ming army must confuse the Qing army through major actions and guide them to judge in the wrong direction, so as to create the best opportunity for the breakthrough.

And the direction of the Ming army's breakthrough has been determined, that is, from the primeval forest in the north through the direction of Yunyang into Shaanxi!

That is, to break through from the northern front.

Huanglongshan, which Wang Wu defended, was the southern front.

Under the huge strength advantage of the Qing army, the victory on the southern front could not shake the entire encirclement of the Qing army, nor could it make a gap on the northern front.

After thinking about it repeatedly, Wang Wu decided to take advantage of the fact that the Qing troops everywhere had not yet received the news of the defeat of the Eight Banners in Manchuria, and immediately led a group of soldiers and horses to stand out and transfer out the encircled Qing troops through mobile warfare.

This is the most feasible way now, and it must be fast, once the Sichuan Qing army that can fight comes, this opportunity will be gone.

The generals listened to Wang Wu's words, even if they knew that this task was a hundred times more arduous than sticking to the mountain, they all agreed.

"Fifth brother, where are we going?"

Gou Yu asked the question that everyone wanted to know the most.

"We want to go to places that can make the Qing army nervous, and places where they have to send troops back to help!"

Wang Wu's target was Wuchang.

Wuchang is not only the Yamen of the Governor of Huguang, but also the Yamen of the Governor of Hubei, and it is also an important town of the Yangtze River, which can reach Chengdu and Chongqing, Nanjing and Hangzhou, the Central Plains in the east, and Hunan and Jiangxi in the west.

The thoroughfare of the five provinces has great strategic value.

It's just that Wuchang is six or seven hundred miles away from Maolu Mountain, and it has to pass through several prefectures and counties along the way, which is no less difficult for the Ming army with weak troops and lack of war horses than it is to break through from Wushan to Maolu Mountain.

Xu Deyi, who was born in the old Shun camp, raised the difficulty, and at the moment they can gather a maximum of 2,000 people, relying on 2,000 people to travel hundreds of miles to Wuchang alone, it is more difficult than climbing to the sky.

Wang Wu looked sideways at Mulima, Yang Maoxun and others not far away, and said lightly: "So these people can't be killed for the time being, it's still useful to keep them." ”

Xu Deyi was curious: "What's the use?" ”

"Call the door."

The corners of Wang Wu's mouth curled slightly.

If there is a son of heaven who calls the door, there is naturally a general who calls the door.