total war broken

Chapter 511 The cloud follows the dragon, the wind follows the tiger

Stepping on stepping ————— The troops with endless voices of war horses, the war -puppet war jacket looks majestic, the red army comes from a far sky like a red torrent. The most powerful one is the Habayashi cavalry.

The hooves of the horses sounded the neighing of the war horses, and the row of cavalrymen was neat as if they were one body. The scales on their bodies exuded a cold glow, and many people's armors still had bloodstains that could not be wiped off. They needed to apply some oil on them for a foot in the future. The long red feathers look so bright and bright.

The Jiangnan Army at the back looked a little sluggish against his background, especially the military appearance that lacked confidence. Although the military appearances of the Fifth Army Battalion, the Shenji Battalion, and the Three Thousand Battalion were neat and majestic, they could not see a kind of self-confidence. They have already been defeated. They were defeated in this battle with the Qing army. Their expressions were extremely depressed. The prince shook his head and sighed with an unspeakable sadness in his heart. He sighed and Zhu Hu comforted him, "Your Highness, don't be angry. It's a pity that our army lost this time. The artillery is too scarce, and the number of people in the Shenji Battalion is too small."

"Yes, I have too few elites." The prince said this, glanced at Qingzhou Junxin and said, "Will the other party really turn beans into soldiers?" He was puzzled, but no matter what, he was the prince of Daming after all, and he had mastered what the other party could not. Zi Zi said, "This time passing by Hedong, I should recruit a cavalry in Hedong." Since ancient times, there have been a large number of knights from the six counties in Hedong, and the knights from Sanhe are all from this place.

"Yes, Your Highness, it's time for us to recruit a cavalry here," Zhu Hu said, and Tang Ji said, "Your Highness, don't want to look at our old brother in Huaixi." Hearing his sour tone, the prince smiled and said, "Yes, it's urgent." , then go to the south of the Yangtze River, and then recruit an army with Huaixi, Huizhou, "especially Huizhou, where the mountain people are tough and can serve as soldiers, and they are all excellent archers.

He looked at the Qingzhou Army with envy, and shook his head at random, "Why are you so envious? Its army has too many western barbarians, and it has already lost the popularity of the people." But there is nothing to criticize in it, the reputation will definitely be able to stabilize the opponent, but by chance he saw that the Xiyi army's eyes became serious.

The 1000 or so Old Guards marched incomparably neatly, wearing the unique French military uniforms. They were unusually neat but covered with thick blood stains. Some people were already injured but they had already guaranteed a neat queue with tablets in their hands. The corpses would be transported back in the future. In Shandong, an army of 3000 soldiers holding two tablets in one hand killed [-] in battle. Such a large amount of damage is hard to come by.

The Huns in the back also dismounted. They held their comrades in the ranks, and some of them were already crying bitterly. There was an inexplicable sadness in the atmosphere, and the crying seemed to be contagious. There was a wave of crying in the entire army. The departure of their comrades in arms made them sad.

Countless onlookers looked at the soldiers holding the ranks in their hands. They were puzzled, and one of them asked, "Then why is Xiyi holding the ranks in his hands? Doesn't it mean that their military discipline is lax?" Everyone was surprised.

"What do you know, that is the army stationed at Bijia Mountain to protect the food and grass of the Ming army. They held on for a day at Bijia Mountain and repelled the charge of 3000 Mobei cavalry. The 8000 Xiyi fought with only [-] left, and the [-] Ming army There are two thousand soldiers left, and those plaques are all their comrades-in-arms brothers! They died for my Ming!" one person said solemnly.

The rest of the people's eyes were blazing. The rumors were self-defeating. The neat queues under the sun each represented a heroic soul. 3000 people went to Liaodong and a thousand came back. The people have accepted this Western barbarian from the west. In the army, each tablet is where they justify their names.

The cloud follows the dragon, the wind follows the tiger, fame and wealth, dust and earth.Looking at Shenzhou, the people are suffering, and the fertile land for thousands of miles is barren.Look at the world, the barbarians are exhausted, and the way of heaven is incomplete.Good man, don't leave your parents, just for the sake of the common people and not for the Lord.With the steel knife 99 in hand, kill all Hu'er before giving up.I am a majestic man, why are the Tartars making horses and cows?A strong man drank all the wine in his bowl and traveled a thousand miles without turning back.

A military song of the Red Scarf Army suddenly sounded, and the entire army began to sing. They wiped away their tears and sang this military song of the Red Scarf Army. Yuan made the first feat of the Northern Expedition from south to north, destroying Dali Luchuan and opening up Xinjiang, Yunnan and Guizhou.

The singing was loud and powerful, and Chongzhen wiped away his tears and cried, crying again, every time he saw this army, he had the urge to cry, saying, "This is my loyal warrior of the Ming Dynasty. It's not Xiyi." He looked at the tablets and said, "How many people have fought in ancient times! Daming needs such loyal warriors!"

"But it's not Zhu after all." Wang Chengen sighed and shook his head, with an unspeakable feeling on his face, and said, "But it's my Ming's army after all," he said, with a kind of enthusiasm in his eyes, Unconsciously, he hummed this song of the Yellow Turban Army. The sun shone on his face. The middle-aged man looked very old, and said, "Brother, why don't I feel that way when I sing this song!"

"Your Majesty, I'm not a soldier, so naturally I don't feel like them." Wang Chengen said, Chongzhen shook his head, "You don't understand why I think they are so similar to the Ming army more than 200 years ago, while the army of Zhen and even Chang'er seems to be missing something !"

"Your Majesty is too worried. The Qingzhou Army is powerful but occupies a territory. Your Highness, he controls the power of Kyushu, and he has subordinates everywhere. How can he compare?" Wang Chengen said. The two looked at the army in front of them, with a smile on their faces A different kind of light.

This battle song echoed in the sky. He seemed to have magical powers to stir people's hearts and make people cry. Looking at the bruised army in front of them, it seems that people can imagine the Ming army more than 200 years ago, the warring beast. The army is average, and the most outstanding one is the Beifu soldiers. They look more primitive and more vicissitudes. They don't seem to come from the era of Yu, and it even feels like they have just woken up from a long sleep to guard the country.

The cries and songs infect the people around them, they are the ones who understand the ridiculousness of the rumors, the army in front of them has killed more than half of the army, and they have already proved their loyalty with blood and the tablets. Tablets, tears are left in the eyes, and the army that still guarantees military capacity will shed tears unconsciously.

Even the Donglin Party, a group of merchants representing the interests of local merchants, shed tears unconsciously. All the old Donglin ministers and cabinets left tears. They used dirty rumors to discredit the soldiers in front of them. Looking at the tablets one by one, this group of copper-skinned and iron-faced people also shed tears.

Zhou Tingru's tears flowed down unconsciously. The rumor was created by him, and at this moment he couldn't help his own tears. Tears flowed down, and unconsciously sang the song of the Red Scarf Army.

"Look, those shameless people from the Donglin Party are singing too." Xu Wenjue saw a crowd of civil and military officials from a long distance away, and Han Gang next to him smiled and said, "This shameless, unprosperous official, has no reason!"

(End of this chapter)