Chapter 792: Grab the merit

Yuan Chonghuan was puzzled in his heart, if Westerners practiced military strategies quickly, if they did the same, wouldn’t there be hundreds of thousands of people queuing up in a wide battlefield to shoot guns?

He really figured it out. The battles of the large corps in later generations were really fought like this, with hundreds of thousands of casualties.

The elite soldiers gradually withdrew from the front battlefield, and the subtle changes in their functions gradually became surprise troops.

The frontal battlefield is gradually replaced by mass-produced large-scale corps combat, and there are more people than any side, more well-trained and more tenacious will.

After half a day of fierce battle, tens of thousands of Ming army recruits, like turbulent tides, attacked the top of the mountain, flooding the small number of flag soldiers.

Seeing the top of the mountain being flooded by the surging crowd, Yuan Keli sighed to the sky and burst into tears. Yuan Chonghuan wanted to persuade him, but his nose was sore that he almost burst into tears. He hurriedly held back. Even Mao Wenlong laughed loudly, cried with joy, and wiped his eyes.

I felt sad tears in my joy.

Jianlu and Liaodong were also suffering from this big stone, which had been pressing on the Ming Dynasty for more than ten years.

Ten years ago, Jianlu swept across Liaodong, and the 200,000 elite Liao troops were vulnerable and were defeated all the way to Shanhaiguan. The fear of the disaster was still vivid in my mind. The Liao army fought back in the Jedi, and it took more than ten years of bloody battle to put Jianlu.

The disease finally kicked away the big stone pressing on his body.

The bloody battles over the past ten years are vividly remembered. The Ming army camp was silent, leaving only the sun and moon flags rushing in the cold wind.

"Let's go, I'll get Huang Taiji for a while!"

With a long laugh, Yuan Keli led the generals of the Ming army to climb the mountain under the escort of thousands of elite soldiers. Yuan Chonghuan's heart was completely gloomy, and he felt like eating a ginseng fruit. His whole body was relaxed. He actually talked and laughed with Mao Wenlong and walked around in the garden.

The broken limbs and arms, broken swords, guns and weapons, surrounded Yuan Gong as he traveled around the mountains and rivers. What he saw and heard along the way was extremely tragic, with the bodies of flag soldiers who died in battle everywhere, most of whom were hungry and unbearable.

The mountain that the remnants of Jianlu guarded was only three or five miles in a radius, and the food on the mountain had been eaten long ago.

As for what Jianlu had eaten until winter, Yuan Keli was lazy to think about it. At present, the generals of the Ming army were just enjoying a moment of entertainment.

"roar!"

A flag soldier jumped up in the pile of corpses and rushed towards Yuan Keli, but was shot by dozens of hand guns and retreated and fell down. Yuan Keli stopped and looked at the thin flag with little flesh.

The soldier, even his sleeves and trouser legs, looked too big. He looked painful when he died, frowned and closed his eyes.

Mao Wenlong was so angry that he cursed: "If you don't have any useful stuff, search!"

Magistrate Mao took the sword and took more than a thousand elite soldiers to clean up the aftermath for the new recruits. From time to time, Jianlu wounded soldiers jumped out of the pile of corpses and cracks of stones, and were knocked down one by one and shot indiscriminately.

Death, slashing the whole hillside with a random knife, making the bloody smell stronger and stronger. It took two hours to reach the top of the mountain.

In the evening, outside the filthy tent, the more corpses they reached the top of the mountain, the fewer and fewer flag soldiers died in battle, frozen to death, soldiers died, starved to death, and were injured and had no idea where they were treated.

They were all buried in a shallow pit, lifeless, Yuan Keli met Huang Taiji as he wished.

The largest and thickest tent was lifted up, and the stench soared into the sky, causing the Ming generals to almost fall down. A general covered his nose and used a knife to open the tent. Everyone saw a ball of rotten flesh, on his face and on his head.

, a piece of rotten flesh covered with abscesses on her feet, exuding an unpleasant stench.

"Is this Huang Taiji?"

Mao Wenlong covered his mouth and nose and said suspiciously, is this a piece of rotten meat or a person?

A wounded official said confidently: "It is indeed the slave chief Huang Taiji."

Yuan Keli felt a little disappointed. He had already prepared a big speech, but he couldn't scold him with righteous words, and he was stuck in his throat.

With a clear cough, Yuan Keli said majesticly: "Huang Taiji, do you know your guilt!"

A angrily scolding, the pile of meat was unresponsive, which made the anger lose some feeling.

"Huang Taiji, Jianzhou Wei was originally a vassal of the Emperor Ming Dynasty. The leaders of all dynasties have been under the imperial seal. They have been supported by the Emperor Ming Dynasty and have been helped by the Emperor Ming Dynasty. They have been helpless. However, your father and son are not grateful. They have raised up and caused chaos, poisoned thousands of miles away, and injured people in vain. What should we do? crime!"

"Tu Fushun, Tu Chenyang, Tu Haizhou, Tu Jinzhou, but what did you do?"

"There was more than 4 million Dingkou in Liaodong, but now there are less than 300,000 left. I want to calculate this account with you!"

Yuan Keli scolded him for a while, but he couldn't resist the stinking smell of being nauseated. When he was just starting to curse, he couldn't continue.

He covered his mouth and nose and stepped back a little, waved his hand and finally sighed: "It's always eight or nine things that are not satisfactory, how can it be as satisfactory as possible?"

After saying the words "just", Yuan Chonghuan asked for a hand gun from his personal soldiers. When he walked to the tent, he endured the stench. As Huang Taiji's head was a gun. Huang Taiji's legs twitched with thick sores. After a few strokes, a slight exhalation sound came from his throat, and he slowly died.

In an uproar, Mao Wenlong jumped and scolded: "Mr. Yuan, you have a good plan, you!"

Yuan Chonghuan returned the pistol to the confused personal soldier. Yun Danfeng smiled gently, and was about to ridicule a few words and hurried away. It was so smelly.

Mao Wenlong was robbed of great merit, so he refused to rely on it and sweared: "Yuan Chonghuan, Turtle Grandson, come to your mother, are you robbing me of merit?"

Yuan Chonghuan took a big advantage and did not argue with him after making his first contribution. He bowed to Shangguan in a happy mood, and even took some guards and horses down the mountain.

December 5, the eighth year of Chongzhen.

According to the Grand Historian, the chief of Jianlu Slave Huang Taiji died in the nameless snow mountain on the north side of the Neixingan Mountain on the same day. He was killed by Yuan Chonghuan, a famous general of the Emperor Ming Dynasty, and was remembered in history.

Half a month later, Hanzhong Prefecture.

Ma Cheng looked through the Liaodong Military Newspaper and looked a bit strange. This great achievement that was famous for its history was robbed by Yuan Chonghuan. Mao Wenlong complained in the military newspaper. Yuan Chonghuan wrote a letter in a proud tone to seek credit. Ma Cheng's heart A little speechless, Mao Wenlong was slow to attack and was distorted and could not blame others. These two people were enemies of life and death in their previous lives. In this life, Marshal Mao still had never fought against General Yuan, which is ridiculous.

The general's newspaper was placed aside with a smile. It was a natural thing for the waterway to pacify Liaodong, and the fruits would fall naturally when they ripened.

Next, a huge southwest map was placed on the table, and a group of staff officers were pointing fingers.

A huge encirclement on the map is forming. From Hanzhong to the natural danger of the Jialing River in the north, the navy in the east is along the river, and the Yangtze River channel will be completely blocked soon. One hundred thousand Ming troops in the Central Plains are biting the main force of the rebel army, and it is insurmountable to the west. On the plateau, in the south, the Qin family in Sichuan retreated to Yunnan, northern Myanmar, and gathered troops in Annan, with 20,000 northern Myanmar mine protection troops as the core and 50,000 Burmese troops as the auxiliary.
Chapter completed!