Chapter 945: The Border

On the tenth year of Chongzhen, on New Year's Eve, Darjeeling, the southwestern border.

In the eighth year, the Ming army defended Darjeeling and rushed out of the mountains and forests to fight fiercely. The snow covered with animal skins and waving scimitars rushed towards the Ming army's village wall, but they were densely packed on the village wall.

The Ming army, who was dressed in red and red armor, had a fierce battle with the face of a ghost dressed up as a ghost, and some small military forts in the mountains fell one after another.

Darjeeling, in a sheltered valley.

Li Dingguo moved his numb legs, and in front of him, a wounded battalion official kneeled. The battalion official fought to break through the siege and came to his camp to ask for help. Li Dingguo was unmoved and held two thousand elite soldiers tightly.

In your hands, in case of accidents.

"Ship Li, give me a sentry, just a sentry, I'll kill you back!"

The camp officer cried loudly, and the left and right generals felt compassion, but he did not dare to beg for it.

Li Dingguo's face remained unchanged and said gently: "Go down and cure the injury first."

Two personal soldiers helped the battalion officer away. In the tent, the generals and officials with full clothes looked at each other for a few times, and they couldn't understand Li Shuai's plan. Li Dingguo only knew why the Grand Commander sent the Zhongzhen Camp to

From the southwest border, this place is simply a mud. Whoever enters here will be covered in mud. The Grand Governor is unwilling to trap the elite Liao army here, so he sent the Zhongzhen Camp.

However, Li Dingguo was not angry. What else could he ask for if he could be reused by a surrender?

It is just a mud, and I will step on it and hit it to the end of this place.

In the sky, heavy snow fell.

On the front line, a stone-built military fort on the hillside had eighty defenders, but the small military fort had a resounding name, Dingbian Fort.

The night is thick, and heavy snow falls from the sky, dripping water turns into ice.

Bang bang bang bang!

The besieged Dingbian Fort was shaking and fell into fierce battle. On the snowy night, one by one, the young man who had blackened his face suddenly appeared and seized the fort gate. The Ming army was prepared for a long time and built another stone wall in the garrison, which was very solid.

The Ming army picked up weapons from the barracks and flocked out, fighting with spearmen to fight against the incoming Shengfan. Dozens of gunmen climbed up the arrow towers on both sides, barely forming groups.

The group of students was blocked outside the station.

At the gate of the station, the gunmen on the arrow towers on both sides opened fire frequently. Without aiming, a gun was shot. A silence was howling and falling from the bottom. There was no way to fight the war. The whole village was old and young, and they were crowded together and waving.

The machete rushed to the barracks frantically. The Ming army gunners on the high ground fired guns desperately, but still could not stop Shengfan's crazy attack. Looking at the dense heads below, his heart was filled with tears.

The gate of the military camp was even more tragic.

More than fifty Ming soldiers held up spears and formed a gun array to resist them. The young man who had blackened his face was like an evil ghost crawling out of hell, waving his machete and rushing over without fear of life and death.

"prick!"

A Ming army whistleman was screaming at the top of his lungs, and more than ten long spears were stabbed out. Several young men were penetrated and still slashed forward desperately. A Ming army was accidentally killed and was beaten by a scimitar.

Come over, hit the door, and fell down without saying a word.

"prick!"

Even the injured comrades-in-law didn't have time to drag them away. A Ming army pushed up and stabbed them again like a poisonous snake. Several more Shengfans were stabbed and blood was bleed all over their bodies, howling and fell. Behind them, they were swarming.

But the evil ghosts who arrived were like they didn't know the pain and continued to move forward. A thick layer of corpses quickly formed in front of the spear formation. More and more corpses were born, and they also became the life-saving straw for the Ming army.

At a high place, dozens of Ming soldiers emerged from the arrow tower and shot in a mess.

Several Shengfans were tripped by the corpses on the ground, and their bodies were twitched by guns, and they dispersed in chaos.

"superior!"

After repelling Shengfan's attack, the Ming army did not dare to relax at all. They took the opportunity to switch the soldiers in the back row to the front and replace the exhausted soldiers in the front to rest. At a high place, the Ming army on the arrow tower loaded up and looked for them.

The target shot and killed the limping injured Shengfan. One Shengfan swayed and got up from the pile of corpses. He seemed to be in pain, and he was dancing with his teeth and claws.

Bang bang bang bang!

At the same time, several guns shot over the Shengfan. The Shengfan, who had extremely tenacious vitality, was beaten to twitch a few times before he rolled his eyes and fell down with a strange smile.

In the front row of the Ming army's gun formation, a new recruit looked at the twitching body and shivered for a moment.

The team officer was kicked hard by the tremor and cursed: "Cowtie, don't you have eggs?"

The recruit was so scared that he hurriedly raised his spear, but he was still frightened.

The team officer looked a little better and comforted him, "You just don't treat him as a human being. Is this a human being?"

The new recruit gradually felt at ease and slaughtered the slaughter like a pig or a dog. Thinking of this, he felt assured.

Late at night, Chengdu Prefecture.

Southwest Governor's Office, Official Department.

The huge official hall was deserted, and most officials were resting at home, with firecrackers outside.

In the official hall, Fu Zonglong was still buried in the pile of copywriting. The officials from the Governor's Office who entered and exited the official hall were all light, afraid that they would disturb Shangguan and be scolded. Fu Zonglong was in the southwest for more than half a year and became thinner, with a long hair growing, and he became more and more popular.

Becoming more capable.

It took Fu Zonglong to raise his head and stretch.

Outside, the guards hurriedly ordered people to heat up the food and brought it in. I don’t know how many times the food was hot. Fu Zonglong didn’t care. He looked through the Southwest Military Newspaper while moving his chopsticks and eating the delicious New Year’s Eve dinner.

His face was as deep as water, so he naturally had a heart for Li Dingguo. After a long time, Fu Zonglong took out a wrinkled letter from his sleeve and frowned and started reading it.

The letter, without looking up or signing, there is only a hideous tiger head secretly.

Fu Zonglong has read the content of this letter many times, and it is very terrifying. Every time he read it, it makes Fu Zonglong scared. In this letter, he presented him with a brilliant plan, saying that the Military Information Department will intervene in the war in the southwest at the beginning of the spring of the next year and implement a new policy.

A grown-up child's scalp was rewarded with two silver dollars, and the living was worth five yuan. The price was clearly marked, and the old man was not deceived. Fu Zonglong felt awe in his heart. He sat down for a while and finally put down his chopsticks and put the letters in a charcoal basin to burn them.

The house was as warm as spring, but Fu Zonglong's heart was cold.

Since the Military Information Department intervened in the war in the southwest, he could not help but be indecisive. The slaves in the southwest had a very poor reputation in Chengdu, and they repeatedly caused cases of disobeying discipline and assassinating the master's family. The wild nature of the family was difficult to tame, and it was even more difficult to tame than the Mongolians.

No one is interested in the market now.

Of course, these raw species are not completely useless, and can also be used to mine.

The Military Information Department is now involved in the war in the southwest, which means that the Grand Governor is dissatisfied with him. Fu Zonglong is a little confused. Is it because Fu is merciful and soft? He knows the Grand Governor's meaning, but it is nothing more than to let him put down his kindness.
Chapter completed!