Lin Yuefeng laughed, the long scar on his face shook slightly, and he looked a little creepy. "Whether win or die, is there any other way besides that?"

Han Yong nodded and said, "Go! Send someone to pick up Wu Xiong by the way. Tell him that it is not suitable for cavalry charges here, and let him leave all the horses in Yangjia Street behind. Walk around the path to the west and ambush the mountains and forests on the west side of Wazigou. When the two armies are anxious, let him lead his troops to come out and cooperate with our army to defeat the mangroves."

Seeing Lin Yuefeng leave, Han Yong's brows frowned again.

There were only 2,000 regular soldiers in the Qing army camp opposite, and most of the remaining were the Jurchens who came to assist in defense and the ordinary people who were trapped in by them.

Although there are many people, the combat power is not strong.

If you fight in the plains and use cavalry to rush, your own army will be sure to win. However, Abudaligang is surrounded by mountains, mausoleums, and it is not suitable for cavalry to run.

Except for the north-south longitudinal road, more than two hundred cavalrymen did not have enough space to rush up.

In other words, once a war begins, you must use the cavalry as infantry. The combat power can only be retained at most 30%, and there is not enough shield to defend against bows and arrows.

Whether it was Zhou Xian, Li Dingguo, or Lin Qingye, they all regarded these cavalry as treasures. If they knew that they used these cavalry like this, they would probably directly scold themselves for their prodigal sons.

The advantage of the Qing army was also very obvious. The hill they occupied was the highest peak nearby. Standing on it, everything around was clear and there was no place for heavy troops to ambush.

They occupy a good geographical advantage and rush from top to bottom, which saves a lot of energy. Moreover, the opponent's troops have an absolute advantage.

If the Qing generals on the opposite side had not known the reality of the self-army and rushed down as soon as the self-army arrived, I am afraid that even this small hill would not belong to the self-army at this moment.

But even if you know that this battle may cause heavy losses, you must fight. Otherwise, when the Qing reinforcements arrive, what you can wait for is a bigger defeat.

Han Yong used the Qianli Mile Mile to look at the Qing army's camp for a while, thinking that in addition to informing the Qing army on the other side of the army in detail, they mistakenly thought that they had their own confidence in victory, they must also use more radical means to lure them out.

He lowered his head and thought, and gradually had a plan in his mind. He turned to ask General Qian next to him and said, "Mr. Han Qian, how many tiger squat cannons have we carried?"

General Qian's name is Han Rulin. He was originally a general in charge of the artillery battalion directly under Li Dingguo. He was temporarily transferred to Lin Qingye. This time he followed Han Yong to come here first.

The tiger squat cannon is a small cannon, and it can be held by one person, so it has brought some of it. However, the number is not large, and a part of it is left in the horse camp, which is always under his control.

Han Rulin was short and had a dark and thin face. He looked like a soldier, but like a cook. At this moment, he was wearing a pair of cotton armor that was not very fit inside, and a gray coarse cotton robe wrapped around his outside, looking like a huge gray mouse. But even though he was dressed like this, he still felt very cold, his whole body was shrinking, and his head was almost completely buried in his clothes.

Hearing Han Yong call him, he replied with a slight tremolo: "I only brought ten, but there are only 200 shells in total."

Han Yong pointed below, "Did you see the tree halfway up the mountain? Dig a ditch in front of it, don't be too deep, just place all the tiger squat cannons and cover you. I will be equipped with a hundred people to protect you, and then you just need to set fire to me."

Han Rulin rubbed his hands unconsciously, "Han Guerrilla, if he puts the tiger squat cannon in the ditch and his vision is limited, he will have no accurate head!"

Han Yong said lightly: "Don't be too accurate, as long as you don't blow your own people. Don't fire too early, wait until the Tartars are concentrated before you set off. In short, it can shock them and make them unable to concentrate on setting up the formation. Alas! You won't aim at your own people, right?"

Han Rulin smiled and said, "How could that happen? As long as the Tartars are not defeated too quickly, it will be fine."

Han Yong nodded, looked at Han Rulin, who was in the cold war and said, "Look, you are frozen. You don't have to go with me. Go to the fire there to cook! I will find someone to dig for you in that ditch."

At this moment, a scream suddenly came from the foot of the mountain, and Dalian Han Yong was also surprised. He looked down and looked at a group of people in a circle, as if he was watching something.

He frowned slightly and walked down.

When he got closer, Han Yong saw clearly that they were several white corpses. I don’t know how long it had been dead, with a slight green light and an empty eye hole looking into the sky.

The two corpses were located in the upper reaches of the river, and the army took the drinking water directly from there for the past two days. Han Yong couldn't help feeling a little disgusted and felt uncomfortable all over his body.

A soldier chuckled lightly and pointed forward and said, "Look, there are still..." As he said that, he stepped forward to dig out the mud and sand, and several more corpses were exposed.

Han Rulin suddenly approached Han Yong and whispered: "Han Guerrilla, this is not the Ming army that died in the Battle of Sarhu!"

Han Yong was stunned for a moment and ordered: "Put off the mud and sand and see if there is anything that can indicate their identity?"

More than a dozen soldiers followed the order and used long swords to break the mud and sand, revealing more corpses.

After a while, one of the soldiers suddenly shouted: "General, come and see."

Han Yong walked over and saw two corpses lying together in a carcass.

The corpse above has no head and knife marks on the neck. It should have been the enemy's head. There is a cluster of arrows at the upper end of the right arm, which is inserted directly into the bone. The left arm was cut off in a row, leaving only one piece, which should have been cut directly by a long knife.

The sternum below was broken into several sections, and four or five obvious knife marks could be seen on all sides of the body.

The clothes on the two of them had already broken into pieces, leaving only some sacks wrapped around them, rippling with the waves of water.

The reason why the soldier called Han Yong was because there was a bronze waist plate under the body of the corpse below. Because it was pressed by the corpse, it was not washed away by the water flow.

Although it is covered with sludge, it looks pretty well preserved.

Han Yong bent down and picked it up, washed it in clean water, and recited it according to the words on it: "Liu Zhaosun, the guerrilla general of the Ming Dynasty."

Han Yong looked puzzled, obviously he had never heard of this name. He turned to ask Han Rulin next to him, who shook his head gently, saying that he didn't know either. "He is a guerrilla general, I'm afraid the person he was carrying has a higher official position. I go and call Wu Zanhua over. He is a scholar, so he should know."
Chapter completed!