On the official road from Shangqiu to Xuzhou, the army of slaves was marching forward in mighty force.
Duduo rode a white horse among thousands of troops. Because it was cold, Duduo didn't wear chain mail. He didn't fight, let alone iron chain mail. He only wore a white one with red edges.
Cotton armor.
On a cold day like this, the advantages of cotton armor are revealed.
Because wearing a small 10-pound cotton armor can really keep you warm.
But even though he was wearing cotton armor, he was still braving the wind and snow.
From the early morning rush to the present, I have been riding for more than five hours, with a short rest in between. I am already hungry and tired, and I even feel that my legs are numb from the cold.
At that moment, Duduo whipped Fan Chengmo who was holding the horse for him.
"You dog slave." Duduo scolded with a dark face, "You don't have any eyesight at all."
Fan Chengmo turned around and looked at Duduo with a confused expression. He really didn't know why he was beaten.
Fan Chengmo really couldn't understand why Duduo treated him like this since he wanted him from Zhenghongqi.
"Are you still stunned?" Duduo whipped his head twice, and then cursed loudly, "If you don't hurry up and get the wine bottle, do you want to freeze me to death or what?"
"Ah? Oh." Fan Chengmo woke up as if from a dream.
At that moment, Fan Chengmo walked to the packhorse nearby and took the gourd off the horse's back.
Duduo took the wine gourd, pulled out the cork and took a big gulp of strong wine.
It's such a cold day, if I can't drink a few sips of soju, I really can't bear it.
After a few sips of strong alcohol fell into the stomach, a wave of heat slowly spread from the chest and abdomen to the eight meridians of the limbs. The limbs and eight meridians that were about to freeze suddenly regained consciousness, and the person became emotionally high.
"Wa Xing!" Duduo turned around and shouted, "Come here."
A burly Jiannu general galloped over on horseback.
This military commander also wore white cotton armor with red edges. The bowl on his head, his neck, and his eyebrows were all white. Only the tassel floating on the top of the two-foot-high tassel was red.
Obviously, this is a military commander with a white flag.
In fact, Vasinga is the Baya Lazhangjing with a white flag.
Obai's number one warrior in Manchuria was conferred by Huang Taiji, but Vasinga always refused to accept it.
Vasinga insisted that Obai could become the first warrior in Manchuria only because he was the Baya Lazhangjing with a yellow flag. If not for this, he, Vasinga, would be the first warrior in Manchukuo.
Vasing A Pegasus came to Duduo, called a thousand and asked: "Master, did you call me?"
"Well." Duduo burped and asked, "Where have we reached now? How far is it from Xuzhou?"
Wa Xing'a said without thinking: "Just now there was a report from Ye Busha with the Zhengbai flag, saying that it was less than ten miles away from Xuzhou, and that they had dispersed the Yiding Ye Busha outside Xuzhou City."
In other words, Zhengbai Banner has basically controlled the periphery of Xuzhou.
Duduo said: "Let's go, take the guards and follow me to the front to see Xuzhou City."
"Hey!" Vasinga immediately summoned the Baya soldiers with white flags, also known as white-armored soldiers.
In less than a moment, the white-armored soldiers of Xiangbai Banner gathered together. There were more than 600 soldiers, more than Xianghuang Banner. This was because Xiangbai Banner now had 58 Niulu soldiers.
When Duduo led the white-armored soldiers to the outside of Xuzhou City, the Zhengbai Banner had already completed clearing the perimeter, and the Eight Banners Mongolia were searching a larger area.
However, the front line only advanced six miles outside Xuzhou.
Because if you go further, you will enter the striking range of the Ming army's gun platform.
Wa Xing'a pointed at Xuzhou and said, "Master, this is the city of Xuzhou."
"So this is Xuzhou." Duduo said as he took out the telescope from the leather bag on the saddle side, unfolded it, and then pointed his field of vision in the direction of Xuzhou City.
What appeared in the field of vision was indeed a majestic city.
While observing Xuzhou City, Duduo said leisurely: "It is said that dozens of wars broke out in Xuzhou City, which determined the rise and fall of more than a dozen dynasties. I am afraid we will witness history again this time."
Wa Xing A said: "What the master said is absolutely true, Nanming will be completely defeated in this battle!"
"Humph!" Duduo groaned and said, "What I want is not only to defeat the Ming army, but also to capture Chongzhen alive!"
Wa Xing'a said: "Master, please be at ease. It is early spring now, and it is the freezing season in Xuzhou. The Yellow River has already frozen. As long as Chongzhen is in Xuzhou, don't think about leaving.
Already."
While he was talking, a huge white shadow suddenly rose slowly in the distance of Xuzhou City.
"Hey, what is this?" Dodo was suddenly surprised when he saw this. What is it?
Not only Duduo, but also Vasinga and more than 600 white-armored soldiers with white flags saw it.
"What the hell is this?" Vasinga and the white-armored soldiers were all stunned. It was so big!
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Zheng Sen was so nervous that he almost suffocated.
The two soldiers behind him were blowing the bellows, so they didn't feel anything. However, Zheng Sen, who was standing next to the hanging basket, felt that his legs were shaking slightly because it was too high.
It's just high, but the key is still hanging in the air.
This feeling of having no roots and no foundation is really terrible.
If he fell, he would probably be crippled even if he didn't die on the spot.
Zheng Sen wanted to yell at the eunuchs below and tell them to quickly hang up the Kongming lantern.
But when he thought of His Majesty's instructions, Zheng Sen suppressed his fear, because this sky lantern might very well determine the outcome of the upcoming battle in Xuzhou.
The success or failure of the Xuzhou War will determine the life and death of the Ming Dynasty.
Therefore, in a sense, the safety of the Ming Dynasty depends on this Kongming Lantern!
Huff, puff... The two scholars in the hanging basket kept pulling the bellows, blowing out the warm air from the stove, and then sending it into the huge Kongming lampshade above the head.
The eunuch below also slowly turned the winch and continuously released the hemp rope.
So the Kongming Lantern rose higher and higher, like a huge kite gradually rising into the sky.
When the Kongming Lantern rose to a height of ten feet, Zheng Sen looked down and saw that the Holy Emperor, eunuchs and scholars on the ground had all turned into little people. At this time, they were not so scary.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Zheng Sen looked to the northwest and saw multiple blunderbuss in his field of vision.
But outside the outermost gun platform, there was only a vast expanse of white, and nothing could be seen clearly.
This is because human eyesight is limited, and it is difficult to distinguish human figures from two miles away. Fortunately, Zheng Sen was prepared and borrowed a three-section monocular telescope from the Holy Sage.
Pull the telescope apart one by one, and then aim the field of view northwest.
Soon, groups of Jiannu appeared in the field of view of the telescope.
Most of these slaves rode white horses and wore white cotton armor. Even their flags were white, almost blending in with the surrounding snowfield. Zheng Sen exhausted his eyesight before he could distinguish these slave cavalry from the vast snowfield.
The field of view of the telescope continued to rise, aiming farther away, and finally saw the different colors of the Jiannu cavalry.
Some of the Jiannu cavalry who appeared in the field of vision were wearing red armor, some were wearing blue armor, and some were wearing yellow armor. In addition, there were many cavalry wearing gray-brown armor, which looked like leather armor.
Then, Zheng Sen saw sidecars one after another.
Many sidecars also carried bulky Hongyi cannons.
I saw Jiannu's cavalry, infantry, and chariot camps walking along the official road in a steady stream, stretching from about six or seven miles away from Xuzhou to the end of the line of sight. How many more were there in the distance?
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Hilltop No. 9 of Yunlong Mountain is also the hilltop closest to the periphery.
On the gun platform on the top of the mountain, drum music sounded. Under the expectant gaze of thousands of border town soldiers, Qin Liangyu in costume, played by Li Xiangjun, appeared on the gun platform riding a "horse".
After a long prelude of drum music, Li Xiangjun suddenly raised the wooden horse in his hand.
The Changsuo player in the troupe immediately simulated the neighing of a war horse, which was lifelike.
Immediately, Li Xiangjun's clear and melodious yet heroic singing voice sounded: "One step up the mountain, one step down the water, walking towards the bank of Yuguan, deep in the night with thousands of tents lit! When the wind changes, the snow changes, my hometown dreams are shattered.
, there is no such sound in my hometown."
Just these few lyrics vividly displayed the scene of Qin Liangyu riding alone on a snowy night to aid the Hunhe battlefield. Thousands of soldiers watching the show under the gun stage were also brought into that snowy night outside Shanhaiguan.
Following Li Xiangjun's singing, he appeared on the tragic Hunhe battlefield.
A hundred steps away, Portuguese instructor Qu Shawei and his artillery team members were deploying the Hongyi cannon.
Jin Shenghuan was watching from the sidelines. The sound of drums and babbling singing came from behind, as if there were ten thousand ants crawling on him, which made him want to go back to watch the show.
But no, he must hold back resolutely.
That little lady Li Xiangjun is a forbidden concubine of the Holy One, and no one is allowed to touch her!
Finally, Jin Shenghuan couldn't bear it anymore, so he turned around and went down the mountain to listen to the scholar's speech at the foot of the mountain.
I saw a burly soldier standing on a gun platform, speaking in official Mandarin to the soldiers under Jin Shenghuan. The soldiers responsible for guarding the gun platform at the foot of the mountain were listening attentively.
Jin Shenghuan was from Yulin in northern Shaanxi. Half of the soldiers under his command were veterans from northern Shaanxi, and the other half were from Henan or Shanxi, so they could all understand Mandarin.
"Soldiers, do you know why we killed the slaves?"
"Because the Jiannu want to kill us, if we don't kill the Jiannu, we will be killed by the Jiannu!"
"The slave builders not only want to kill us, but also capture our children to make dressings. They will use our children as cattle and horses for them. They also want to rape our wives and daughters. Do you know what adultery is? Yes, that's right.
That’s what you think, and you force our wives and daughters to sleep with them, and even kill our wives and daughters and eat them as army rations when they don’t have food to eat!”
"Have you heard of two-legged sheep? They are the wives and daughters of our Han family!"
After saying this, the scholar shouted again: "Do you want your parents to be killed by the slaves, your children to be slaves of the slaves, and your wives and daughters to be reduced to two-legged sheep?"
"I don't want to!" Hundreds of soldiers roared with eyes wide open, their pupils red.