Chapter 718: Reincarnation

One day and night, Huang Taiji woke up slowly, half of his life had passed away, and he was depressed, and he forced his life to lead the troops, gathered the remaining soldiers. Three days and nights later, most of the troops gathered together. Huang Taiji almost took the lead again. Death. When he set out in Chenyang City, more than 200,000 troops were now less than 50,000. Among them, a large number of wounded soldiers, baggage, women and children were all thrown to the Ming army. The morale of the remaining troops less than 50,000 was extremely low. Three shocks.

At this time, Huang Taiji could not stand it anymore, his injuries worsened and he had a high fever, and he was not awake.

Haoge was in charge of 50,000 remnants, and the young man couldn't help but feel a little passionate. He wanted to turn around and fight with the Ming army several times. Zhang Jing, who was in charge of the troops of each flag, shrank but Zuo Ling refused to move forward. As soon as he encountered a small number of Ming army in the forest. He scattered and was defeated. Haoge had no choice but to lead the remaining troops of the Later Jin Dynasty to move north in the wind and snow, trying to ask the Ming army to entangle, but he could not do it as he wished.

After days of heavy snow, the sky cleared.

The Ming army, who had recovered from the ten-mile camp, gathered together, looked for the marks left by the vanguards in front, pursued them in large numbers, and bit the remnants of Jianzhou. In the camp, six or seven hundred soldiers who had not recovered were left behind. After coming down to take care of the prisoners and taking care of the seriously injured, Li Zhengming was still not at ease, and left it to the five hundred mountain people in the company camp, responsible for guarding the Jianzhou prisoners with a total of up to 17,800 people.

Before leaving, Li Zhengming called a slightly injured battalion officer in front of him and repeatedly told him to be cautious. As many as 17,800 prisoners of Jianzhou, most of whom were young and strong, should do more ruthless if there were few soldiers in Ming Dynasty. , take off the cold clothes and freeze to death, and only give one meal every night and then starve to death, so I guess I can't make trouble.

A corner of the camp was filled with darkness and crowds of people. Teams of Ming soldiers pressed their swords with their hands, looked up at the high place and arranged archers on the tower, patrolling and guarding each other.

Li Zhengming looked at the limping leg of his favorite general and said with concern: "What's the injury? Is it still irritating?"

The battalion officer patted a wounded leg and smiled, "It's okay, it hurts."

Li Zhengming felt a little relieved. He was a veteran who had been fighting for the rest of his life. If he recovered from his injured leg, he might as well. He would be a hero again after he was raising him for a while. He was most afraid of the hardness of the wound without any pain. He thought he would It was dangerous. The battles were through life and death. These were the experiences accumulated by repeated injuries. While the two were talking softly, the other end of the prisoner camp started to make trouble again. Looking around, a group of mountain people responsible for taking care of the prisoners and built several The state people dragged it out of the camp and were punching and kicking.

Li Zhengming was speechless for a moment and said helplessly: "So what happened."

The camp officer beside him grinned and said, "Who knows this? This group of barbarians have a strange temperament and cannot be regarded as common sense. Perhaps it is because they are not happy."

The group of mountain people flirted with fists and beat several Jianzhou men for a while, beating them up, spitting blood in their mouths, and twitching all over, seeing that they could not survive.

The battalion officer asked in a low voice: "Master General, are you stopping me?"

Li Zhengming turned his gaze away and grinned, "No need to stop it. The retribution of heaven's way of reincarnation is unhappy. These barbarians are also pitiful. They have been killed by Jianzhou people, and they can't help but feel resentful in their hearts, so you don't have to worry about it."

The camp official saluted respectfully and complimented: "The people of Xing'anling Mountains will suppress these Jianzhou people, and I will be smart."

Li Zhengming laughed and said, "You don't have to compliment me. Take care of these ten-mile camps. Once reinforcements arrive, you can save some of the strength to camp."

"Receive the order under the mark!"

Thousands of instructions: More than 2,000 remnants of the Ming army in the camp, led by hundreds of mountain people, slowly left the camp, stepped on the thick snow, and chased north along the marks left by the vanguards, and there was a great rise to heaven.

When entering the ground, the remnants of Jianlu were bitten to death. The remnants of Jianzhou, which had suffered less than 50,000 yuan, were bitten by this group of Ming troops, so there was no way to heaven and no way to enter the ground.

This is the concept of Macheng's army building, to raise elite soldiers, accumulate sharp soldiers in a hundred battles to achieve the iron-blooded morale, so that only by achieving the foundation of an invincible heroic army can we achieve the foundation of an invincible army. Kaiyuan Town Army was fought in bloody battles, and in the army

The old soldiers who have lived for a long time in the battle are very brave and have excellent individual quality. Such old soldiers are everywhere, surpassing the Taiwan military. If this battle is the Taiwanese military, they will probably have been dragged a long time ago.

It collapsed.

The Taiwan Town Army took another path, a batch-trained modern firearms unit assembly line. Two completely different concepts of army building have achieved unprecedented success, allowing Ma Cheng to have both an invincible iron cavalry, a powerful army in a hundred battles, and

A large number of firearms and soldiers cultivated from modern assembly lines have formed an army of 200,000 with increasingly improved high and low combinations.

At noon, the Ming army was searching for progress and resting.

Some mountain people skillfully used dull weapons to chisel open the frozen river, fetch water and make fires, while a large number of Ming soldiers were quite impatient, and they held a handful of snow in their mouths on the spot. Li Zhengming sat down with his butt.

I grabbed a handful of snow on the tree branch, but I saw a pale and dead face in the snow at hand at a glance.

"unlucky!"

Li Zhengming smashed the snowball in his hand, sat farther away, cursing it in his mouth, which was really unlucky.

In the dense forest, corpses are everywhere, and the bodies of Jianzhou people are frozen and buried in the snow. If you are not careful, you will trip. Not far away, the dead face and beard are stubborn, and there is a stubble next to it.

Only eight-petal hat and helmet, the clothes should be the strong soldiers who protect the military camp of the Zhenghuang Banner.

Li Zhengming exclaimed: "Bayala!"

Two mountain people ran over excitedly, digging the snow and revealing a body in bright yellow armor.

The personal soldiers on both sides said excitedly: "It's really Bayala, are you starving to death?"

The two mountain people seemed very excited, muttering incomprehensible words in their mouths, touching the body of the Bayala soldier, lifting up the bright yellow cotton armor and revealing the arrow wound on their legs.

"I was injured by an arrow."

"If you don't get deep into the flesh, you should be hit by the trap. This person is really lucky."

The soldiers of the Ming army talked and laughed and talked about the unlucky Bayala soldiers. A figure suddenly appeared in the snow nest thousands of steps away in front of them, and fled into the forest with his hands and feet. The Ming army, who was searching for alert on the front line, shouted,

More than ten Ming troops took their bows and arrows and chased them up, chasing them while shooting, and rushing the escapee to a cliff like hunting a hare.

Whoosh swish swish swish!

The Ming army stopped to pull the bow and shoot arrows one after another. The figure who was desperately running away from the east and the west was lost by arrows. He had no way to go, so he had to run to the cliff wildly. More than ten Ming army were elite soldiers in a hundred battles, so he was very skilled in chasing the fugitives.

From time to time, he pulled the bow and shot an arrow, forcing the escapee into a dead end.

Li Zhengming raised the thousand-mile mirror and saw the escapee wearing a cotton robe. He seemed to be carrying a boy behind his back. He was surprised and stood up and walked over to see what was going on.

At noon, the hills of Xing'anling covered by ice and snow forests.

Li Zhengming walked over slowly and looked at the edge of the cliff in surprise. A thin Jianlu, who was about 40 people, was gasping for breath. He was still bleeding because an arrow was hit on his leg. He leaned against the cliff and his back on his back.
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