Chapter 125: Battlefield smell

Under the night, Jianzhou Old Village, thirty miles northwest of Hetuala.

There were only more than 1,500 cavalrymen in the third battalion, sitting on the ground in a low-lying leeward place. Even Buerhan and his tribe were particularly peaceful, silently breaking the bean cakes and servicing the war horses. The night was lonely, and it seemed that you could still hear the hustle and bustle in the Jianzhou old village. Hetuara City was the old nest of Jianzhou, and Kaiyuan cavalry circled several circles northwest of Jianzhou, and finally lurked quietly to Hetuara City, which had never been seen for more than a year. The Ming army of the four routes tried their best.

The fighting spirit rose in the eyes of every cavalry. Even the unruly Ye He soldier looked at Ma Cheng with great awe. He won the battle all the time, which made several Ye He soldiers completely forget to complain. Everyone was staring at the night sky in the direction of Jianzhou Old Village. The dirty quarrel had long disappeared.

In the cowhide tent, Boerhan said with a stiff attitude: "The head is mine."

Everyone has long been used to his unspeakable character and does not care about it. Naturally, no one will fight with him. The humiliation of destroying the family and destroying the clan can only be washed away with blood.

Chen Liang seemed to be restless and urged, "Think twice, Hetuala must be ready at this time."

Ma Cheng handed a piece of jerky meat to the trembling woman beside him, and he admired the guerrilla general who was born in Zhejiang soldiers more and more. This is the so-called seed of famous generals. He had a special intuition about danger, which was the legendary battlefield smell. After the joy, he felt a little angry. Why can't Kaiyuan Zi produce such talents? Thinking carefully, Kaiyuan's regiment training was that the time for the establishment of an army was too short and lacked the foundation of a strong army.

I think the same was true for the Zhejiang soldiers in the past. They fought from the southwest coast to Korea and Liaozhen, and went through countless battle formations, and only a strong army in the world was launched. The so-called arms crushing was just a joke, and the so-called queuing and shooting was even more absurd. The Jianlu cavalry army, who was skilled in the way of fighting formations, would not line up for you to kill. Jiannu was full of wisdom and had learned about it before. Macheng had already learned it and had done experiments himself. The experimental results surprised everyone. The large and small shield chariot abandoned by Jiannu before Guangshun Pass could easily block the lead bullets fired by the bird gun at a distance of 100 meters.

It can be seen that before the more powerful musket appeared, the so-called queuing and shooting was really a funny idea. The thin young woman took the jerky with both hands, thanked her, and then lowered her head and bit her silently, which made the tent generals a little unbearable, and someone handed over the water bag.

The woman said that she was familiar with the big and small streets in the old village of Jianzhou, so Ma Cheng took her by her side. It seemed that the woman was still very favored by Er Beile Amin. The weak and beautiful woman held the dried meat and bit her, swallowed hard but did not dare to make a sound. Her weak appearance made Burhan avoid her sight. It must have been the one who thought of his girl from this weak woman.

Ma Cheng's eyes moved away from the woman and fell on Chen Liang: "General Chen, please continue talking."

Chen Liang was excited and whispered: "At this time, the old Jiannu village must be ambushing everywhere, and the old thief is treacherous. Please think twice."

Ma Cheng said happily: "Then what should you do?"

Buhrhan was a little anxious and interrupted, "You have to kill for a while, Chen Liang, please be careful."

Chen Liang was sweating on his forehead and said calmly: "I will kill you for a while, but we have become tired soldiers and our spirits have been lost. The old village will never be able to go."

Ma Cheng pressed his hand on the hilt of the knife, knowing that Chen Liang had not said anything, and the news was cut off, and no one knew what happened to Chenyang City. If Chen Yang lost, the Kaiyuan cavalry would run as fast as possible. If he ran a little slower, he would probably be the one who would be back to help. If Chen Yang was still holding on, then raiding the old village would be a good opportunity. This is the case with the war in this era. The method of contacting news was backward, and the situation could only be judged by the battlefield sense of the frontline generals.

Therefore, every famous general is a war genius with extraordinary sense of smell on the battlefield. After weighing the pros and cons, Ma Cheng finally gave up the tempting old village. Ma Cheng believed that he had no ability to be able to reach heaven, and only had to be cautious. He would never do the stupid thing of putting these three battalions of elite cavalry into the Jedi.

Having made up his mind, Ma Cheng said resolutely: "Advance the troops in Mazhai in three hours."

The military orders were as high as a mountain. Although Buerhan was reluctant, he had to follow others' appearance and gave military salutes. The two Yehe generals followed suit and knelt on one knee to give a rude military salute. The tent was soon empty, leaving only Macheng, a few personal soldiers and the thin woman.

Turning around, Ma Cheng said quietly: "Are you full?"

The woman tried hard to swallow the last piece of jerky meat and hurriedly replied: "I'm full, thank you for the food."

Ma Cheng's heart twitched for a moment, and he wanted to thank him even if he had eaten a piece of jerky meat. He thought that this weak woman had been captured for a long time, and her words and deeds were inadvertently brought a little slave. General Xie gave food, and a short sentence touched the most secret part of Ma Cheng's heart. His face turned cold. The woman was frightened and knelt on the ground in panic, with her head low, and was still confused. Why did she anger the young Ming general.

Ma Cheng suppressed his anger and whispered: "Get up, there is no need to be like this."

The woman trembled and got up, but Xiumei's face was still hesitant, and even her thin body was trembling.

Ma Cheng had no choice but to ask her to rest in a corner of the tent, and asked her personal soldiers to take a wool blanket for her. The nameless person in her chest was the most stigmatizing of such slaves. A year, a well-educated lady and a polite lady from the fifth-rank prosecutor of the Emperor Ming Dynasty became a qualified slave, and her heart was like a burnt in her chest and had nowhere to vent.

The torches were extinguished, and the tent became dark, leaving only darkness.

It is about to dawn, and the old Jianzhou house is fifty miles northwest, Mazhai.

There were only a small number of Zhenglan Banner soldiers and horses in the village, and they were killed and scattered by Buer Khan. Buer Khan still felt that he was not satisfied with killing them. He led his men to cut off the escaped Zhenglan Banner soldiers one by one, and then he came back cursing. The horse village had already had a sea of ​​fire, and more than 500 stallions raised in the village, and more than 3,000 high-quality war horses were picked out. The remaining underage war horses that could not be taken away and all the mares were cut and killed.

After breaking the horse village, the horse city knew that everything was over. The cavalry of the third battalion retreated towards Kaiyuan with more than 6,000 horses. One man and three horses were standard equipment. Many cavalry drove four or even five high-quality war horses. Although they were all Mongolian horses, they were also selected war horses. The trip was quite rewarding. Including the battle of heavy cavalry under the city of Chenyang, the three thousand Kaiyuan Jingqi generals were in chaos in Jianzhou. However, the big village burned four, and the mountains of food, weapons, and war horses piled up in the Jiefan camp, all turned into ashes.

Riding a horse and running wildly, Macheng suddenly had a whim. If Chen Yang was defended, the old thief Nurhaci would be in a dilemma. (To be continued)
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