"Although Duduo is young, he has been in battle for many years and is experienced. He must not be underestimated."
In response to Hou Jin's attack, the two chief officers of the advance detachment heading north divided the work.
Yu Lichun led the main force to confront King Dorgon on the Western Front.
Geng Wanrong led the 10th Regiment to deploy on the eastern front, and now faced Duduo.
He did not have any contempt for Dodo because of his youth.
"Duduo will never attack our defense line. The mountains and forests will be the focus of this battle."
Geng Wanrong looked at the reconnaissance battalion commander Lu Sanjie.
"How about it, Commander Lu, are you sure?"
Lu Sanjie smiled very evilly.
"I thought that we in the reconnaissance camp could only watch the excitement of such a battle, but we didn't expect to be able to do it ourselves. Political Commissar, don't worry. If a Tatar comes in, I will die to apologize."
Geng Wanrong was very serious.
"I don't know how many troops the Tatars will send to infiltrate the mountains and forests. You must not be arrogant. I will mobilize two militia battalions and local people to assist you. There is no room for failure in this battle."
In late autumn, the mountains and forests of Liaodong have begun to shed leaves, adding to the desolation.
The dense forests here are completely different from those in the south.
The trees are tall and straight, with sparse leaves. If the weather is good, it will be clear everywhere in the forest and there will be no obstruction to the view.
Unfortunately, the sky has been overcast these days, making the mountains and forests dark, making it even more eerie.
Kang Guoli was cautious and tense with every step.
He was hunched over, the knife in his hand wrapped in cloth and pressed between his arm and belly to avoid reflection.
On his left and right sides, there were two Ba Ya La holding bows in their hands.
With his free hand raised, he can draw an arrow at any time and shoot at any suspected dangerous target.
Directly ahead, a red strip of cloth suddenly flashed out from behind a big tree a hundred steps away.
It shook up three times, shook it down three times, and then disappeared again.
Kang Guoli quickly stood up and moved forward, and behind him, a large number of soldiers flashed out from every corner.
Hundreds of people moved without making any noise, which shows how well-trained these people are.
This is the most elite Bai Jia Ba Ya La among the Jurchens, and it is also the essence of the Zhengbai Banner.
In order to win this battle, Duduo also spent a lot of money.
Kang Guoli knew that in this deep mountain and old forest, no matter how careful you were, you could not be too careful. Therefore, he sent a large number of scouts to the front, rear, and left, and moved forward step by step.
They had been wandering around in the mountains for three days, avoiding several waves of militia patrols.
In two days, they would be able to get behind the 10th Regiment.
When Doduo launches a frontal attack, those who appear behind them will be a nightmare for the new army.
Continuously evading militia patrols made Kang Guoli think success was imminent.
Little did he know that the bloody killing had already begun.
"Everyone stop, take a rest and don't make any noise."
In a dark valley, Kang Guoli was exhausted and had to let the team stop to eat, drink and rest.
He also took out the wheat cake from the cloth bag and chewed it silently.
Oatmeal cakes are very hard, and one bite will give you a toothache. But in order to replenish your physical strength, you have to eat them no matter how hard they taste.
He raised his head and used all his strength to swallow the cereal that was soaked in saliva.
The wheat cake scratched his throat so much that he almost coughed.
Forced by helplessness, he had no choice but to exhale loudly. He finally suppressed the discomfort, but tears flowed down his face.
When he lowered his head to wipe his tears, his expression suddenly froze.
Then he ignored his own embarrassment and quickly turned his head to look at the place where his eyes had just flashed.
"Sanduduo, where did Sanger go?"
The person he asked was a little confused.
"Sanger is not..."
Halfway through his words, Sandu'ao looked at the empty space next to him, dumbfounded.
In order to sneak in the mountains and forests, Kang Guoli organized these bagalas into formations.
Every five people form a team, taking care of each other and covering each other.
In the event of an accident, a five-person Bagala team is enough to handle it.
But at this time, there was actually one person missing from Sandu'ao's team, and Sandu'ao, the captain, didn't notice it at all.
Looking at the other people in the team, the other three also looked confused.
No one knows where Sanger has gone.
"Maybe Sangra belly..."
This poor reason made Kang Guoli furious.
"Are you stupid, do you think others are as stupid as you?"
Sandu'ao was scolded so much that he couldn't hold his head up, and he felt even more nervous.
Kang Guoli made a quick decision.
"Your team will go back and look for you immediately."
Sandu'ao felt as if he had been granted amnesty and returned to the original path with the other three people, quickly disappearing into the dense forest.
After resting for half an hour, his physical strength was almost restored, and Kang Guoli continued to lead the team.
This time, when it got dark, we set up camp in an inaccessible mountain col.
"Isn't Sanduduo back yet?"
Kang Guoli was restless and asked questions when meeting people.
Because half a day had passed and no one from the Sanduo team came back.
It may be an accident that a person disappears.
But there was no news about the entire five-person team, which made Kang Guoli feel cold in his bones.
But looking at those dazed Bagaras, he suddenly felt a little regretful.
Although these Bagalas are top-notch warriors, they are obviously of little use in such treacherous mountains and mountains.
There was no one to discuss with, so Kang Guoli was depressed, ate hastily, ordered to be on guard, and returned to his tent to rest.
After running around for several days, he was really exhausted, and he fell into a deep sleep as soon as he closed his eyes.
I don't know how long I slept for, but Kang Guoli smelled a different smell in his daze.
This smell is very familiar to him.
Because they are everywhere on the battlefield.
That's the taste of blood.
Kang Guoli quickly opened his eyes, even his breathing stopped, and he listened carefully, but he couldn't hear anything outside the tent.
But the smell of blood filled the tip of his nose, proving that something must have happened outside.
He carefully touched his weapon until he had it in his hand, and he felt a little more at ease.
He stood up more slowly, getting as close to the ground as possible and getting to the edge of the tent bit by bit.
He dared not go to the tent door.
I found a corner that was out of reach and gently cut open the cloth with the tip of the knife.
He finally saw clearly what was happening outside.
A dark shadow covered the mouth and nose of a bagara with one hand, and the short blade in the other hand fell rapidly.
Bagara, who could fight with a liger without frowning, suddenly became weak and could not die anymore.
Kangguo Li caused chills all over the body.
Bagala was the most powerful warrior of the Houjin Dynasty, yet he was unexpectedly sneaked into their camp without a sound.
What are the origins of these enemies?
Seeing the black shadow coming this way after killing someone, Kang Guoli couldn't help but tighten the knife in his hand.
