Luo Cheng and Man Gui led more than 10,000 troops, and were sent to Wujing camp by Xiong Tingbi.

The purpose is simple, to attract the firepower of the Jiannu and reduce the pressure on the frontal battlefield.

Now it seems that Jiannu seems to be in Xiong Tingbi's arms.

However, the premise is that the Wujing battalion can hold out for an hour under the attack of the Jurchen cavalry, and at the same time, Zu Dashou on the frontal battlefield can face Shenyang Xiongcheng and achieve victory.

So. When Luo Yi looked at the inexhaustible Jurchens who appeared at the foot of the mountain in the distance, a cold chill came from the soles of his feet to the back of his head.

"Jurchens, did you get the wrong object?" When Luo always spoke, he felt that his teeth were clicking, not just fear, but a kind of panic.

Because according to the plan, it is impossible for the Jurchens to come here!

Zu Dashou in front of Shenyang City, do the Jurchens care?

Don't want Shenyang City?

And now, what's happening on the frontal battlefield?

Moreover, so many Jurchens suddenly appeared here, and Xiong Tingbi did not have any advance warning, does this mean that the movements of the Ming Dynasty army were completely controlled by the Jurchens?

Luo has always been ignorant of these at all!

Now it seems that Xiong Tingbi's division of troops into three ways is really a bit of a big support!

"General Luo, give the order! If you are surrounded by those Jurchens, I am afraid that it will be more than lucky! "Man Gui was originally a Mongol, and later from the Han army, because of the courage of the battle, a little planning, all the way to the promotion, just three years, especially at the beginning of this year, from March to September, six months, from the garrison general all the way to the deputy commander-in-chief.

Hearing the words of Man Gui, who had always been decisive in killing and fearless in the face of enemies several times his size, Luo was also a little surprised: "Brother Wei has never heard this from your mouth."

"Look at those Jurchens, if you don't eat our troops, I'm afraid you won't give up!" Man Gui's heart is like a mirror, even if he dies in battle, it will have an effect, and if one more Jurchen person dies on the battlefield here, on the frontal battlefield, our army will be able to reduce the pressure.

"My lord! Three miles away, in Wild Fox Mountain, there are probably no less than 10,000 Jurchens! Several of Luo's lieutenants also surrounded him at this time.

"Even if the Jurchens pour out of the nest, the Tiger Skin Post is not far from us, as long as we hold on for a while, the reinforcements of the Tiger Skin Post will arrive" Deputy General Luo Yanjun seemed to want to comfort everyone.

Yes, Wujing Camp is not far from the Tiger Skin Station, the straight-line distance is only more than ten miles, but the mountain road and the primeval forest cut off the road, if the army is opened, you need to make a detour, at least two hours to arrive at the Tiger Skin Station from the Wujing Camp.

Moreover, the premise is that Xiong Tingbi is willing to send troops to support the fellow soldiers of the Wujing battalion.

For a time, the atmosphere in the camp was extremely gloomy.

Scold!!!

Man Gui took out the long knife on his waist, under the cover of the rising sun, the blade was cold, his face was already vicious, and now he was holding a steel knife, and his face was full of meat: "The Wujing camp is quite high, we are guarding here, as long as we insist on holding on, it will not take three hours, if we win the battle, and we can return to the Tiger Skin Station, if we die in battle, we can also share the pressure of the frontal battlefield, and dedicate our own merits to the post." ”

"Brother Man is right," Luo's face has turned from pale to a little ruddy: "The matter has come to this, there is no other way than to fight to the death for Jiannu!" Take back all the sentries! Assemble the battalions and prepare for the big battle! ”

Luo Yi clenched his fists and turned his head to look down the mountain, where were the constantly moving Jurchen soldiers, and I am afraid that after a quarter of an hour, everyone would be able to clearly see the disgusting wisp of money rat tail above the Jurchen heads.

"The last general will obey!"

The generals and officials made a promise.

Since the chief soldier Luo has always ordered, it is to die in battle, and there is no other way!

Escape?

Although the enemy is outnumbered, although he was stationed in the Wujing camp as a target, all the generals are concerned, but to be honest, the word 'escape' never appears in everyone's hearts.

Flee back to the capital?

That is to never turn over.

Died in battle.

Then the world will be blessed.

Because of the Duke of Langguo in Beijing and the officials of Liaodong, no one was worried that their merits would be taken over or erased.

Knock knock knock!!

War drums thunder, battle flags tordo.

The Great War is on the verge of breaking out.

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With a click, Wei Qi's boots stepped on the damp, heavy, rotting leaves, and there was a dull sound under his feet.

In the entire pine leaf forest, there are Jurchen figures everywhere, as long as Wei Qi gives an order, more than 10,000 Jurchens can immediately draw their swords and get on their horses, and kill towards the Wujing camp at a high place.

"Commander, the Forward Battalion has moved up from the flanks, should we also start moving?" The lieutenant was dressed in narrow blue sleeves, with two long knives hanging from his waist, and his hands and ankles were tied with dull silk that could no longer be seen, except for a jade belt about a palm wide around his waist, there was no other decoration on his body.

"You take ten Niu Lu's men and horses and rush up from the front, regardless of casualties, I just want you to turn the Ming army upside down!" Wei Qi put down the clairtelescope in his hand, chewed the dried leaves in his mouth, and said in a brisk tone, as if he really didn't care about death: "I want to see the quality of this batch of Ming troops." ”

"No!" The lieutenant slowly retreated.

"Once the frontal battlefield begins to contact, all the rest of the Niu Lu and cavalry will attack the flank camp of the Ming army at full speed, and take the Wujing camp in one hour!" Wei Qi continued to issue his military orders.

"My lord, are we going to guard against the Ming army of the Tiger Skin Station?" A solid mountain really spoke, as if he was a little worried.

"Preparedness? As long as the Ming army here is taken within an hour, those wine bags and rice bags far away in the Tiger Skin Station will not react! And now all the eyes of the Ming army are gathered in Shenyang City, where any wind and grass will attract Xiong Tingbi's gaze, and we here, even if the earth is turned upside down, no one will care."

Several lieutenants glanced at each other, and then they all nodded yes: "What your lord said is very true!" ”

"Pass my military order, all the people with the blue flag, bow and horse together, and the trumpet is the order! Let's go! ”

Woowoo!!

After a while, the sound of drums and trumpets whimpered and spread far away, and even the Ming troops in the Wujing camp could hear it clearly.

Sou!!!

The beginning of the war was never a step-by-step process, starting from 32, but from a certain moment, all of a sudden, life and death were put aside, holding a steel knife, desperately fighting.

Kill!!!!

With a loud shout, outside the Wujing camp, the Jurchen and Daming people had already been killed together.

Everyone knows what they're fighting for, and they all know that this may be the last time the two races will face each other.

Whoever loses, who dies.

Fluttering !!

Clusters of arrows obscured the sky and fired at the enemies who were charging upwards on the hillside.

The Jurchens were well-armoured, and after resisting the first wave of arrows, they immediately increased their speed and killed in front of the Ming army.

As soon as the two armies looked at each other, it didn't matter if they lived or died.

Flutter!

The soldiers intersected, and the horses neighed.

The rising sun in Liaodong is unusually warm and warm, but in the two places in Wujing Camp, there is no heart to sigh that life is beautiful and life is magical.

Whoever is distracted at this time will die in the next second.

"What about the Gun Barracks? Where did the death go? Shoot the frontal Jiannu cavalry into a hedgehog for me!! ”

"Shield!! The enemy's cavalry is coming! Guarding the barracks! Guards! ”

"All the cavalry get on their horses and smash the Jurchen formation in front of them!"

Luo has always taken the lead, holding a long knife and leading his subordinates to charge and kill in the enemy's formation.

Once the bloody grinding battlefield is activated, it is impossible to distinguish what the forward flanks, the cavalry archers, who is in front and who is the vanguard, and who is alive, who is the replacement of the dead hundred household officials.

"Oh no, my lord! An enemy has climbed up on the flank, and is attacking my left camp, and if it breaks through, I will be caught on both sides, and I will definitely not be able to resist! In just a quarter of an hour, Adjutant Luo Yanjun was injured in the left shoulder, and at this moment his flesh and blood were blurred, desperately squeezing to Luo Yanjun's side and reporting what he knew.

Luo always turned his head to see that Man Gui on the other side was already under siege and had no spare strength to support the flank, and the rest of the generals and foot soldiers had already fought with the enemy, and there was no extra force to plug the gap in the flank.

"Luo Yanjun!" Luo has always had no hesitation: "Take your men and go to the flank to crush that enemy to death in the pile of rotten leaves outside the Wujing camp, and you must not let the enemy take a step forward!" ”

Luo Yanjun's actual nephews and nephews of Luo Yi's family, except for a few people in the army, almost no one knows, this Liaodong War, originally wanted to bring his disciples here to make a military merit, but now it seems that the horse leather shroud has come to a good end.

Without any hesitation, in the face of Luo's order, Luo Yanjun already knew that he would definitely die if he went.

In order to delay for a period of time, there are always many battlefield situations that will be directly defeated, right?

As long as you delay for a while, if you win, there will be a glimmer of life!

I'm dead enough!

"The last general obeys!" Luo Yanjun shouted, flipped the long knife in his hand, forced the enemy in front of him to retreat, and then shouted: "Brother Luo Ziying, go with me to kill!" ”

The battlefield was bloody, and in an instant, it soaked the entire Wujing battalion.

Killing shouts, death, blood, dirt, determination, one side of heaven and earth, blurring the dividing line between life and death.

At this time, the blood color of the battlefield did not seem to affect the wind and sunshine more than thirty miles away.

Today, the daylight in Liaodong is exceptionally warm.

Xiong Tingbi rode his horse and stood on the high place of the Tiger Skin Station, looking into the distance, and was silent for a while.

"My lord, part of the troops of Shenyang City went to the Wujing camp, and the other part went to Fushun, and the rest of them will definitely not exceed 30,000," Zu Dashou was beside Xiong Tingbi and strongly persuaded: "The last general suggests that we immediately send troops, lead more than 50,000 soldiers and horses, and take Shenyang City in one fell swoop. ”

The implication is that it doesn't matter how many people die, it doesn't matter if the result is achieved.

Obviously, the people of Hupiyi had received the news that the Wujing camp was being violently attacked by the Houjin Jurchen.

But after the initial panic, Xiong Tingbi discussed with Zu Dashou and others: no more troops can be divided to rescue! It doesn't matter whether the Wujing battalion is alive or dead, and once the Jurchens attack the Wujing battalion, it means that the Shenyang forces will be reduced, all, after hesitating for a few breaths, Xiong Tingbi plans to give up the more than 10,000 soldiers and horses of the Wujing battalion, and directly march out of the army, ready to attack Shenyang City!

At the same time, he went to order Qin Erbao, who was far away in Fengji Fort, to immediately lead the army of Hupiyi to converge, and the two sides of the people and horses marched directly towards Shenyang.

Take Shenyang City, it is imperative!

"Where are Qin Erbao and Lu Xiangsheng?" Xiong Tingbi did not answer Zu Dashou's words, but opened his mouth to ask about Qin Erbao's movements.

"Fengji Fort is only a few dozen miles away from Shenyang, once Qin Erbao gets the news, he will definitely be able to arrive within half an hour," Zu Dashou spoke, as if to reassure Xiong Tingbi, and added: "When Lang Guogong was in Liao, the thirty-mile distance that was once set, the whole army could not march for more than an hour, and the battalion led by Qin Erbao has always completed the goal ahead of schedule, so you can rest assured!" ”

Call!!!

Looking at Shenyang City, which was silent like an abyss in the distance, Xiong Tingbi pressed the uneasiness in his heart: "Pass on the commander's military order, all the armies, all the battalions, the target, Shenyang City!" ”

With Xiong Tingbi's military order issued, the entire Liao army began to act from the bottom up.

Each battalion is in order, the general soldier, the deputy general, the guerrilla, the garrison, the thousand household officers, the hundred officers, the general flag, the small flag.

All of them led their infantry and marched towards the goal according to the original battle plan before the battle.

Yuan Chonghuan followed not far from Xiong Tingbi, and at this moment, the face of the envoy was extremely embarrassed, starting from last night.

No!

It was from the beginning of the occupation of Liaoyang City by the army.

The entire Ming army seemed to be being led by the nose.

Sending troops to occupy Haizhou Wei was the initiative of Houjin to withdraw.

In Liaoyang City, the Jurchens were almost unharmed.

Hupi Station, Wujing Camp, Fengji Fort, there is no obstruction, long drive straight in.

To this day, the group of scouts that disappeared has not been found, that is to say, there is still a team of Jurchen soldiers and horses lurking on the side of the Ming army, and I don't know where it is.

Now, almost driven away, Xiong Tingbi hastily made the decision to attack Shenyang City.

Riding on a horse, reviewing the process of military decisions in the past few days, Yuan Chonghuan almost felt a burst of absurdity.

The original step-by-step, step-by-step, and slowly planned strategy, almost when stepping across the Liao River, was abandoned for some reason.

Lang Guogong's plan seems to have been forgotten by Xiong Tingbi.

The entire army seemed to be pinched by the throat of the Jurchens, unable to do anything about it.

Appeal!!

Gently holding the reins, Yuan Chonghuan stopped continuing to step forward, this newly promoted civil official who rose in Liaodong looked at the vague Xiongcheng in the distance, and panicked for a while, outside the city of Shenyang, the plains are vast, is the Ming army going to fight a decisive battle with the Jurchens here?

Cavalry duel?

Even if Lang Guogong is here, he won't be so arrogant, right?

"This is the battlefield, and the Jedi is also!"

Yuan Chonghuan shook his head, and was about to whip forward to stop Xiong Tingbi's marching order.

In the next second, on the west side of the Chinese army, the sound of the formation table shaking came.

Yuan Chonghuan subconsciously turned his head to look.

The moment his eyes lit up, Yuan Chonghuan knew who had disappeared from the group of scouts.

The big silk fluttering in the wind indicates the identity of the comer.

Inlaid with blue flags, the prince of the courtesy is good.

(End of chapter)