The snow fell heavily for three days and three nights, and it didn't stop until the fourth day, and the sun appeared in the sky for a long time.

"It's time. Zhang Zheng walked out of the camp tent with a spear in his armor, looking at the vast plain and muttering to himself.

This was a perfect opportunity, and the army of Hou Jin would definitely not have thought that the Ming would suddenly go to war at this time.

Unfortunately, it backfired, and Yang Hao's intention to march had already been known to Nurhachi.

Whether he survives depends on the next few days.

"General, the general has an order, let you lead the army to accompany General Du to surround the Houjin army from the flank, and leave immediately, there must be no mistake. Lu Wenzhao hurriedly came over and passed Yang Hao's password. Zhang Zheng did not dare to delay, and immediately gathered his cavalry.

In less than a cup of tea, a thousand elite horsemen prepared their swords and bows, and under his leadership, they joined Juniper's Western Route Army and left the big tent in a mighty way.

This time they are nine deaths and one life, and Nurhachi has been waiting for them for a long time. But Zhang Zheng had to go, it was a capital crime to flee without a fight, if he could survive and return to the capital, with the people behind him to protect him, he would be fine.

"Send all the spies out, and everyone is on high alert. Where did his soldiers dare to relax, dozens of light horsemen immediately disappeared into the snow.

"General Zhang is worthy of being a fierce general in the army, and his mind is delicate. Juniper couldn't help but praise.

Zhang Zheng smiled bitterly twice, but did not answer, Juniper thought that he was coming to the war, so he didn't care, and continued to lead the generals to guide the country.

"The general seems to have something on his mind?" Lu Wenzhao deliberately dropped his speed and walked side by side with him.

"Alas, the war is coming, and a few more people can return, and I hope that Brother Lu will take care, don't let you lose a confidant. ”

After a few days, there was a feeling of sympathy between the two, and he would remind him again.

There was an inexplicable look between Lu Wenzhao's eyebrows, he smelled a hint of a different meaning, but Zhang Zheng didn't want to say more, and he wouldn't ask more, just remembered it in his heart.

The speed of the army was very fast, the horses roared, the swords swayed, and it took dozens of miles in half a day's effort.

Yang Ho's four-way army was completely separated, and the North Korean army on which he had high hopes was like grass on the wall, and finally defected.

I have to say that the reason for the defeat in the battle of Sarhu is still in the Ming army itself, in the Western Route Army led by Juniper, except for the elite cavalry under Zhang Zheng, the rest of the soldiers have no awareness of the imminent war at all, the military discipline is scattered, the army is sloppy, and there is no fighting spirit, compared with Nurhachi's Jurchen soldiers, it is too bad.

With mental calculations and unintentional, it is difficult for Houjin to win or not.

He glanced at the brothers beside him, these soldiers obeyed him, and in the end, a few people were able to save their lives, and they got along for half a month, and they had some feelings.

"Lord Commander, in front of you is Houjin's camp tent. "A spy came to report, Juniper was beaming, and it only took a charge to tear through the defenses.

Houjin's camp tent was set up at the foot of the mountain, a large tent that stretched endlessly, the military flag was swaying, and the smoke was rising, as if it was burying the pot and cooking, and it was completely defenseless.

Zhang Zheng felt bad in his heart, so he didn't ask for his life, and the other generals naturally refused to let go of this opportunity, and together led five thousand light horsemen to the camp at the foot of the mountain. Juniper followed with his footmen.

At this time, it was dusk, the sky was gloomy, overcast, and windy and snowy.

The flames burst out, like a fire dragon, and thousands of rockets shot into Houjin's military tent.

The war horse accelerated to charge, the earth was shaking, the roar shook the sky, five thousand light horsemen and archers were skillful, they raised their bows and arrows, and the iron arrows were all over the sky, like rain into a forest, tearing the military tent of Houjin to pieces.

"Kill"

"Kill"

"Kill"

The military merit is in front of us, everyone is excited, if you can be the first to rush into the enemy's tent, it must be a great achievement.

Zhang Zheng also began to charge with the cavalry, but his men did not scatter, but maintained the basic formation, and the horses' hooves moved neatly, rolling up smoke and dust more than ten zhang high.

The speed of the war horse charge was extremely fast, and after a dozen breaths, the five thousand cavalry at the head rushed into the camp, but there was no resistance, the entire camp was empty, there was not a single soldier, only a scarecrow everywhere.

Juniper would be really stupid if he didn't understand his plan now.

"Withdraw, withdraw. His voice didn't do much, and tens of thousands of troops had already entered the camp completely.

Dense figures suddenly appeared in all directions, the earth-shattering shouts rang out, the flames soared, the Jurchens lit the oil that had been buried long ago, and in an instant, Juniper's Western Route Army was surrounded by fire.

An even more terrifying rain of arrows fell from the sky, shooting how many soldiers, and the Ming army was in chaos, frantically fleeing in all directions.

The huge Houjin cavalry rushed out of the valley, the number of which was almost the same as that of the Western Route Army, but more elite.

"Kill, kill, kill", the voice of the Jurchens echoed in the heavens and the earth, and after a few rounds of cavalry shooting, the two armies met in short arms, which was completely a one-sided massacre.

Juniper was in a hurry and could not organize a counterattack at all, and tens of thousands of troops fought on their own, being divided by Hou Jin's army.

Rivers of blood flowed, wails shook the sky, and the snow was stained red with blood, like hell on earth.

Like a slaughter of pigs and dogs, the Ming army completely lost its fighting spirit, and most of them were fleeing for their lives.

This is a scene that Zhang Zheng has never seen, and in his previous life, there are no longer a few people who died at his hands. But those people are all people who deserve to die, and when he sees a person die tragically, his heart can't be calm after all.

"Kill", like a tiger and leopard roaring, he was flawed, and the iron spear in his hand directly provoked a Houjin cavalryman, the iron spear pierced through the battle armor, and the blood stained his clothes red along the body of the spear.

"All the generals, follow the general to kill the enemy. Zhang Zheng flicked his iron gun, and the Houjin cavalry in front of him fell directly off his horse, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"Kill", behind him, a thousand elite cavalry were not afraid, like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, killing towards Houjin's cavalry.

When he came to this era and really saw war, he realized that he had begun to integrate into it.

He couldn't watch his comrades being slaughtered like pigs and dogs in front of his eyes.

Zhang Zheng and the cavalry behind him were like a sharp knife, fiercely plunging into the enemy's chest, with a small number of enemies, and the soldiers of thousands of Houjin were hard and deep. The remnants of the Ming army took the opportunity to gather forces and organize a counteroffensive.

"What is the golden dog afraid of?" Zhang Zheng roared loudly, the war horse under his crotch jumped up, and the five-foot-long iron spear stabbed out, directly piercing the three Houjin cavalry.

The strength is infinite, there is the courage of ten thousand invincibles, and the dense corpses lie on both sides.

The morale of the cavalry behind him soared, and they were not afraid of death, and for a time faintly suppressed the offensive of the Houjin cavalry.

will not be afraid of death, and the soldiers will follow him.

The Houjin cavalry did not retreat, but rushed over like a tide, and the cavalry behind him fell one by one.

A spear pierced the war horse under his crotch, Zhang Zheng fell off his horse, and immediately dozens of soldiers surrounded him.

The armor on his body was shattered, and his burly body was covered with scars.

He glanced at it, and there were only a few brothers alive behind him, and a thousand elite horsemen were just moths to the fire, how could they resist the enemy.

Zhang Zheng was fearless, his eyes were blazing, the iron spear swept, and a powerful force erupted, shaking away the Jin army close to him.

"Kill", with an angry shout, he picked up his gun and threw himself at the Houjin soldiers.

It was a terrible fight to the extreme, and he didn't know how many shots he had swung, but he felt that his two hands were like they were filled with lead, and it was difficult to even move. The five-foot iron spear was cut in two, and he dodged a steel knife with his splitting hand, splitting the people who rushed in half, dripping with blood, and the others were shocked and did not dare to step forward.

"Am I going to die?" he muttered to himself, his eyes bloodshot and the last of his body drained of his strength, and he could only stand with the help of a steel knife.

An iron spear grew bigger and bigger in his eyes, and his forehead stinged.