Beiyang new warlord

This made the leaders of the Baylor Banner and the Taijis feel their hearts skip a beat again. Although there was news, after all, the soldiers had not yet come to the city, and there was still room for change in the war. But with this gauntlet, the dispute between the two countries is inevitable!Looking at the black book, Fan Wencheng, whose eyes were dizzy for a while, was the first to jump out angrily.

"The peace agreement between the Qing Dynasty and the Ming Dynasty was less than half a year, and Mao Dongjiang added more swords because of blood! Is this the state of etiquette in your Ming Dynasty?"

"Your peace treaty is with the imperial court. The imperial court has not protected Dongjiang for a long time, and Dongjiang has not been called for a long time. Besides, this letter of war expresses the etiquette and respect of my supervisor!"

The voice became high all of a sudden, Song Xiance, the old fox, was agitated, looked at Huang Taiji tightly, and said hastily.

"Your country rose between the white mountains and the black waters! Repeated battles and victories, 6 people defeated hundreds of thousands of Liao divisions, and your reputation is undeniable! You are so fierce, even after the battle of Dongjiang, you can still gallop on the battlefield, and Jinzhou is defeated. With an army of 16 and a population of one million, how dare my general not try his best to fight such an opponent?"

"This is a battle for survival, Lord Wang Qing will take over!"

Once again, Song Xiance bowed heavily.

This remark once again made Huang Taiji sigh with emotion. He seemed to have heard this respect last time. It was the third year of Chongzhen, when Mao Jue's hundreds of people recaptured Yizhou and broke through the Zhenglan Banner. Compared with his realm, he really fell behind. What a shame! He didn't take Mao Jue seriously at the beginning, but Mao Jue always regarded him as his life and death enemy.

If I had picked up this respect earlier, maybe I wouldn't be where I am now!

But after all, he was a hero, and his emotion was only fleeting. Suddenly, Huang Taiji stood up vigorously, and replied with high spirits.

"Since Supervisor Mao is so respectful, how dare I let him down? I accept this letter of challenge! This winter, I will hunt with your supervisor in Hetuala!"

Chapter 483

In the autumn of the 15th year of Chongzhen in history, Shengjing was also fighting hard, but they were punishing the treachery of the Ming Dynasty and went south to plunder, but this time, it was a battle for survival.

In the Qing Dynasty, Jianzhou Jurchen was the main force, and the battle for survival, the entire Jianzhou was fought by the whole family this time. There were five or 60-year-olds with pale braids in the team, and there were also fourteen or fifteen-year-old children. Thumbs, handicapped people who can no longer draw the bow and exert force are all left behind.

Mules and horses neighing, crowds of people moving, but I also admire this fighting nation. There is not much sadness when seeing off wives and children, some only encourage, and there are half-grown boys holding spears that are several times taller than themselves, proudly there As he walked, he didn't look like he was going to a life-and-death battlefield, but a bit like going out to play.

Shengjing City has almost become an empty city. On the school grounds outside Beijing, Huang Taiji has also personally conquered, and his majestic shouts can be heard from far away.

"Dongjiang people are afraid of us! They are afraid of our soldiers! They are afraid of our iron cavalry, so they dare to attack us only after the Great Qing Dynasty has just experienced the war! So how can the people of Baishan Heishui let Dongjiang down, Let him Mao Jue laugh at me, I have no one in the Qing Dynasty?"

"Pick up your bows and long knives! Ride on your steeds, follow me, and harvest the heads of these people, let them fear the Qing Dynasty from the bottom of their hearts, make them submit to the Qing Dynasty forever, and remind them of the time when they fought against you, Just trembling all over!"

It is extraordinary to be able to become a hero. This speech inspired all the three armies and eight banners to be full of blood, their eyes were blood red, and they raised their weapons and shouted overwhelmingly.

The ferocious Eight Banners evil dragon fluttered in the strong wind with its fangs and claws, and the Qing army pushing the cannon was like a winding and straight green dragon, majesticly heading north.

"That's right, the city is empty, so it's time to send 25 troops, right? Including the local Niulu gathered along the way, plus the Mongolian tribes who came from Huimeng, there should be [-] Qing troops on the battlefield! Tsk tsk, Even Xia Chengde Zu Dashou and other descended generals have been mobilized, Huang Taiji has really sold out everything he can, and has come out in full force!"

Not far from Shengjing City, Mao Jue's huge telescope, which looked like a small cannon barrel, fell into the hands of Song Xiance. Three Japanese dwarf warriors who were loyal to him were carrying it together and riding on their shoulders. Song Xiance was peeping Tsk tut sound.

"General! You want your subordinates to gather all the Qing people and try to eat each other on the battlefield. This servant has done it. Whether you can eat it or not depends on how old you are!"

After receiving Mao Jue's war letter, on October 25th, Huang Taiji swore an oath in Shengjing and gathered an army to fight northward, but he was still on his way to receive the foreign town, but the Dongjiang army had already reached the border and entered the battle order.

The difference between the modernized army and the feudal army is not only the discipline and equipment, but also the terrifying efficiency. Mao Jue gathered troops from the huge Heilongjiang and transported the food to the front line. Even if it is an internal battle, converging the Mongols, and then summoning the Niu Lu in the entire Qing Dynasty, Huang Taiji will take at least one and a half to two months, while the Ming Dynasty will be slower. It took half a year.

This led to the fact that the Qing Dynasty was not ready to fight, but Mao Jue was able to draw his sword!

Hu Tian is snowing in August. At the end of October, the weather in the Northeast also has snowflakes falling early, covering the flat Songhua River basin with a vast expanse of whiteness. The army filled the sky again.

And in front of them, the outpost troops, by the Songhua River.

The used cannon was still exuding amazing heat. The gunner wore gloves and hung the cannon on the back of the camel. On the opposite side of the river, some red marks on the ground showed the efforts of the Qing army's border guards. On the river, Several pontoon bridges were lying there like a long dragon, biting the south bank of the Songhua River, and the engineers who had just built the bridge surrounded dozens of piles of burning coal to keep warm.

In the midst of the busyness, a messenger suddenly yelled at the top of his voice.

"Drive the classic car! Stand at attention and salute!"

I couldn't care less about the fire, and the soldiers by the fire quickly turned around and stood at attention with their leather boots clattering, very reminiscent of the Republic of China, but Dong Jiang's salute was not to point fingers at the temples, but to slam his right fist In front of the left chest heart.

As the carriage arrived, the officer who was clamoring to deploy defenses on the riverside also rushed over in three steps at a time. Seeing that Mao Jue got out of the car wearing a phoenix-winged helmet and full armor, he also jumped. One stood at attention and saluted.

"The guerrilla group of Achengwei's vanguard led Shen Zhong to meet the general!"

Now the second-generation officers of Dongjiang have also grown up. Shen Zhong is the son of Shen Rong. The Shen Shikui who died in the battle even has several grandsons serving in the army. The outdated and complicated officialdom rules have been retreated a lot, which can be regarded as bringing a wave of cleanliness to the Dongjiang Army.

It's just that seeing them, Mao Jue always felt that he was getting old.

After getting off the carriage, he casually waved his hand to excuse them, and immediately Mao Jue picked up the binoculars and looked south.

This time his marching route was not as close to the south as at the spring outpost, and he would target the Six Forts of Kuandian near the later Dandong City in the Dongjiang area. In Liaoning, on the other side of the Songhua River in front of you is the Jilin Ula of the Qing Dynasty. It used to be the residence of the four Jurchen Ula. It is now the Vice Capital of Jilin, and Siping City of Jilin City in later generations.

Mao Jue’s footnotes before crossing the river once set foot here. It used to be an old industrial base in Northeast China. The winter is gray and gray. However, the [-]th-century Catholic cathedral still left him a memory of the bustling urban areas and highways along the river. I am deeply impressed, but now, apart from the looming Tuchengzi and the sorghum fields that have just been harvested, here is a wilderness!

"Report to the general, my front and the Jilin vice-commander's army engaged in artillery battle at the moment, 69 rounds were fired, and the bandits and cavalry were defeated, and the casualties are unknown! At present, the bandits are retreating to Ula City, Jilin, and the frontier of the river is under the control of our troops. Please Commander, Commander!"

Different from Mao Jue's lament, Shen Zhong was so excited that he trembled a little. The Dongjiang went up to the children of military officials and civilians, and down to the children and grandchildren of ordinary people. Who didn't grow up listening to the legend of Mao Jue? Picking up the Liao people, single-handedly attacking the leader of the bandit with a million troops, killing the Japanese shogunate and fleeing, Mao Jue is simply the idol of these young people, the god in their hearts!

Mao Jue didn't disappoint him either. Amidst the young man's excitement, Mao Jue carried the halo of the protagonist in his laziness, and waved his hands in a very temperamental way.

"Stick to the outpost on the river beach, spread out the scout cavalry, and escort the army to cross the river!"

"The last will obey!"

After sending Shen Zhong away, Mao Jue once again raised his binoculars to look across the river. Once upon a time, the group of people on the opposite side made him restless and restless, and he couldn't move his bedroom. He racked his brains to think about how to survive in this troubled world. Come down, don't live like a coated slave of these people, but now, you are bringing a mighty army to fight against the opponent's king outside the pass!

It seems like a lifetime away!

However, everything that was familiar more than 400 years ago was about to come back, and a coldness suddenly emerged from the corner of his mouth, and Mao Jue got into the car again.

It took almost two hours to cross the river. The turbulent Songhua River was very important to Mao Jue's strategy. The first battle in Dongjiang is of great significance.

The one who ate the first piece of flesh and blood was the most powerful Kong Youde Acheng Corps in the Heilongjiang Army Town.

But this is a bit of a flattery to say that he is a bone. The city wall is still the earthen city built when Ula was there. The low city wall has a few earthen cannons on it. Wearing leather armor and carrying a quiver on his back, looking at the scene in front of him in disbelief, the hand holding the bow trembled.

They are facing the 440 cannons of the vanguard of Dongjiang!

Like Huang Taiji, before the start of the war, Mao Jue also gave a speech on the opening of the battle. He came in front of the whole army in person, pointed at the snow-soaked Tucheng in front of him, and roared loudly.

"Twenty years ago, we Liao people lived a stable life like them. Men farm and women weave, the four seasons are like spring, children and grandchildren live peacefully, but suddenly one day, the robber named Nurhachi , who have received the national grace of Ming Dynasty for generations, but keep talking about the seven major hatreds, broke into the homes of our Liao people, burned our houses, leveled our fields, and plundered our brothers, wives and children as slaves. Coating! Drive us Liao people out of our homeland! Let us be displaced!"

"I will not be good at war! But I will never allow such a thing to happen again! This time, before the thieves open their mouths, I will take you and burn their den of thieves first!!!"

Hatred was ignited like a raging fire. Even if they were not from the Liao people, the land in the pass was ravaged several times by the truth. It was the damn Liao pay that made countless poor families go bankrupt. Mao Jue's voice was heard on the copper speaker A few miles away, under the vibration of the sound waves, the blood of the [-] warriors who attacked first also ignited the blood in their chests, and countless bayonets were raised fiercely.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

He also became more excited, and Mao Jue's voice became more hoarse and exhausted, roaring and shouting.

"Ben will not be able to guarantee that you will be brought back alive, but what I will be able to guarantee is that in a few years after you retire, when you sit in front of the fire on your farm and hold your grandson, you can proudly pat Chest said, every inch of the land passed down to future generations was laid down by you with blood and sweat, and you have not lived in vain in this life!"

"For the future! Fire!"