Jiergalang narrowed his eyes and thought, there were 10,000 Han troops, Baoyi, and Mongolian slaves guarded it. Although it had been abandoned, the natural danger was still there, and more than 10,000 people could not defend one.

Is it natural danger? He passed by the Crow Falcon Pass, and he saw the danger there. He was extremely at ease with the situation where he was a man who was unable to open his door.

Thinking that he had seen through Macheng's strategy, Jirgalang slammed his cloak and went to sleep with peace of mind.

At night, the upper reaches of the Suzi River.

The people are roaring, and the torches are clear. Tens of thousands of people are digging ice along the river. They brave the low temperature and cold water to clear the river channel, so that the slow-moving river water can form a spring flood as soon as possible. The Suzi River also has tributaries, and several tributaries have been cut off, ready to store water.

Flush the river and make the spring flood more powerful.

By the river, Song Yingxing grabbed his itchy hair and was anxious. He watched Min Zhuang who was dredging the river climb back to the shore, wrapped a cotton coat and took the hot ginger soup into his stomach, poured it into his stomach, and wrapped it in a cotton coat and still was cold.

It was trembling. In April of Liaodong, the weather was still very cold at night, and the ice water in the river was even colder.

Song Yingxing gritted his teeth. He was invited by Sun Yuanhua to Kaiyuan and became the full professor of Kaiyuan Military Academy. Now that the spring flood is not coming, Song Yingxing is very nervous. He patted his chest to ensure this year's spring flood meeting in Liaodong.

It broke out half a month earlier. If you say it wrong, you will lose your head. No, you will destroy the nine clans. He is also ambitious, and even without ambition, he will not make such bold words.

Gripping his teeth, Song Yingxing roared, "Some people go down and dig!"

The guards who were responsible for protecting him all bowed to the river to organize the people to clear the river. The upstream two miles away were heavily guarded. The auxiliary soldiers drove carriages to open the gunpowder boxes one by one, and piled up gunpowder in fixed stacks.

On a frozen river, it was this 500-meter-long river. Because it was too twisty and hard, it was still difficult to chisel. Song Yingxing was anxious and ordered the transfer of gunpowder to blow up the ice and open the river.

The next morning, dozens of light cavalry guarded a middle-aged Confucian scholar and rushed to the upper reaches.

Song Yingxing turned over and got off the horse. He had already been red and swollen after not sleeping for several nights, but his emotions were particularly excited.

He ran to the river and shouted anxiously: "What's going on!"

An auxiliary soldier officer gave a salute and hurriedly replied: "If you say it to me, it's right."

Song Yingxing was not at ease with these unprofessional assistants, so he went to check the medicine twists and gunpowder piles. The amateur auxiliary soldiers were naturally very unprofessional. He quickly put a large pile of fixed-packed gunpowder on the ice, so how could it be done? Song Yingxing

I had no choice but to personally direct the ice, wrap a large amount of gunpowder with waterproof livestock bladder, bury it into ice holes, and then connect it with thick and long medicine twists.

By noon, the gunpowder was buried, and Song Yingxing was unsure again. Can it be done? He gritted his teeth and ordered the fire. If he could try it, he would know. If he didn't explode this section of the river, he would delay everything. He waved his hand and shouted a few times.

With his throat, a large number of auxiliary soldiers were not stupid or stupid, and they had already run away. Song Yingxing hid thousands of steps away, watching some auxiliary soldiers tremble, stretched out a torch to ignite the medicine twist, and then got on the horse and ran desperately.

The medicine twist burned with a hissing sound, and thousands of people were heartbroken. The medicine twist burned out the river but there was no movement.

Some auxiliary soldiers bravely raised their heads and looked around. Suddenly, a rumbling thunder sounded, scaring everyone to lie on the ground and dare not move. Thousands of kilograms of gunpowder exploded in the river because it was buried in ice.

The one below the layer burst out with amazing power. Several columns of water mixed with ice soared into the sky, flew into the sky and fell down again. Song Yingxing, a thousand steps away, was also watered by the cold water falling from the sky.

Along the river, explosions exploded one after another, and the sky collapsed and the earth cracked.

After a long time, the explosion stopped. Song Yingxing trembled and slowly climbed up. He raised his thousand-mile mirror and looked at the explosion of ice. It was scattered on the river bank and was everywhere, as if he had entered the fairyland on earth. He was thrived by this section of the river.

The blocked river water flowed at a very slow speed. After about half an hour, the river water began to change faster and faster. After another half an hour, the river water turned into a rushing beast, and the rushing river water mixed with solid ice.

It rushed away and bursts of thunder sounded.

Song Yingxing was ecstatic and turned over and shouted wildly: "Dig the embankment, release the water, release the water!"

In the evening, the upper reaches of Suzi River had turned into a swamp. The rushing river water carried the sound of thunder and rushed down the river channel. The spring flood artificially increased its power and soon spread out of the river to turn the coast into a swamp. Song Yingxing stood on the

Wan Fu's soldiers were screaming in the middle of the army. When they were excited, they suddenly trembled violently. They were extremely happy and sad. The river channel that was constantly washed by the river water soon collapsed.

Tens of thousands of people were shocked and screamed. The horses got on the horses, while the horses didn't still got off the hoe and shovel and ran away in a panic.

At night, Maoer Mountain.

The shouts of killing were shocking the sky, and smoke rose from the Ming army positions lined up in the mountains, and the bullets were flying everywhere. The cannons on the mountain also bombed happily, and the battle was like fire.

Jiergalang, who was unwilling to be lonely, slept for a night, and finally couldn't help but order a tentative attack on the mountain. The front-line flag soldiers advanced to the army and took out the old ways to deal with the Ming army. They fake charges, really harassment, and create noise.

The illusion of attack was created with a large number of pack horse animals, which attracted the Ming army to shoot guns blindly. This move was also commonly used by the Eight Banners, and it was especially effective for night attacks. The Ming army often had a chaos in the entire army and fired guns into the dark shadows.

A large number of pack horses and animals lit their tails and released them. As expected, Ming Jun was deceived and began to fire wildly.

Ten miles away, a group of young Eight Banners Beile and Beizi looked at the Ming army's positions in the distance, and it looked very spectacular in the dark night. Especially the cannons on the mountain, each time they bombarded, it was like a thunder lit up, and the fire flashed.

It's astonishing as lightning and thunder.

Jirgalang was very sure and advised: "Ming people, can firearms be considered sharp?"

A group of young Beizi Beile was shocked and replied: "It's really sharp."

"It's extremely sharp and irresistible to humans."

Jiergalang was old-fashioned and pointed at Jiangshan: "So what if the firearm is sharp, it's so stupid. You should remember one thing, riding and shooting is the foundation of my great Jin Dynasty!"

The young and young people agreed and praised it. The teachings of Da Beile should be kept in mind. No matter how sharp the firearm is, it is still a dead thing. The Ming army, who is good at using firearms, was surrounded and the food route was cut off, which would be dead. It would be necessary to conquer the world.

By relying on cavalry and shooting, the cavalry army comes and goes like the wind, which is the kingly way.

Maoer Mountain, Shuaiying Camp.

Lu Xiangsheng looked at the battle of Huanshi on the position and grinned, "Master, isn't it too much? Save some ammunition. There are still some fighting in this battle."

Ma Cheng said disapprovingly: "It's good for the soldiers to move, let's fight."

While talking, a roar of thunder came from somewhere. The sound of thunder was like a nine-day sky. The Thunder God and the Ding Mother were fighting. The Suzi River, which was invisible in the dark, was a white line leading the river, mixed with ice.
Chapter completed!