All the generals are experienced, so at this time, there is no need for further discussion.
A group of patrol soldiers of the Red Coat Army escaped. Then some of them would rush to report the message, and some would light up smoke as a warning. Yao Yun's base camp would immediately make preparations. Once the two armies fought a tough battle,
The advantage of being the first mover for the navy is gone. What's the use of taking an extra hour's rest now?
Countless battle experiences have left a deep mark on Li Ting. He believes more than anyone else that those who hesitate and hesitate on the battlefield will be defeated. Only by moving forward bravely can victory be achieved!
So, the best way right now is to seize the chaotic moment before the enemy has time to react, or suddenly learn of the enemy's attack, and launch an all-out attack!
The drums rumble and the trumpets sound.
The soldiers got up and mounted, passed each other around, and lit the pine torches in their hands.
The number of torches ranged from more than a dozen to more than a hundred, from dots to a wave of fire.
Under the firelight, Li Ting held the sharp blade in his hand and looked at the generals: "Are you all awake? Are you energetic?"
All the generals said: "There is plenty of spirit!"
"Then send out troops immediately. Our troops will move first for the right wing, move south along the Mishui River Beach, attack the left wing of the enemy camp, and cut off the connection between the enemy army and the cities. Old enemy, you are the left wing, and we will move later. Wait for me
The army is engaged in battle with the enemy. You look for fighters according to the situation, enter the battlefield from the opposite side, and attack the enemy!"
"As for General Gao, you and your two hundred men will not move. If Lao Qiu and I's offensive goes well, you can pursue us. If it doesn't go well, you will be responsible for covering our retreat and we can discuss the next step of the battle."
Li Ting was a powerful man in Tangluo, Hebei Province back then, and now he is also one of the few important generals under Guo Ning. He may have a bit of a wild temper, but he is by no means an ordinary general.
At this moment, he gave orders casually, and in just two or three sentences, he clearly assigned their respective tasks.
Not only was it suitable for both advance and retreat, but he himself took the initiative to take on the most dangerous task, taking the lead in attacking and alerting the enemy, giving Qiu Huiluo an easier opportunity to make achievements, and giving Gao Xin a safer position.
"That's it!" Qiu Huiluo cupped his hand to show his appreciation.
The other generals and commanders do not have the status, they only have the honorary status.
Li Ting wrapped his legs around the horse and rushed out.
He did not greet his subordinates, but they all cheered and rode: "Follow! Follow! Follow our General Li!"
After Guo Ning arrived in Shandong, he mobilized many generals and generals under his command. This was his method of controlling power. However, the characteristics of an army are always to follow the leader.
Just like Li Ting, he has a fierce temper and a careless roughness. He was often called a mudslide by Guo Ning before. When he was running the army, he could never shake off the wanton and self-pleasure of a city ranger.
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But when he took the lead and the cavalry behind him roared to follow, the other generals looked at it under the cover of night and felt that it was not like a march, but like a sudden wave of fire!
Li Ting's judgment was absolutely correct. Yao Yun's troops on the bank of Lu River had not yet had time to make preparations.
Not that he wasn't vigilant enough.
The news that Yang An'er died in the front line and that various departments under his command were falling apart had now spread back to Juzhou and Mizhou. The red-coated troops stationed here were all wary of fear, and there were even a large number of deserters.
Yao Yun was naturally extremely vigilant about this, otherwise he would not have sent additional manpower to patrol so far away.
The question is, from Yao Yun's point of view, who is he wary of?
Is it Ding Haijun? Is it his colleagues from the old Red Coat Army? Or is it his panicked subordinates?
I don't understand this point, Yao Yun's vigilance is nothing more than psychological comfort.
When the first batch of patrol soldiers lit up the smoke in the mountains, Yao Yun was hesitating. When the fixed sentry outside was breached, Yao Yun was still hesitating. When the soldiers under his command ran out of the barracks, they looked towards the north.
Yao Yun was already hesitant and even a little confused.
He asked the people around him: "Who is coming? We, we are going to fight now? Otherwise, who will stop them and talk to them?"
There were some loyal soldiers on the left and right, and they shouted loudly: "Whether we fight or not, it's not up to us! General, don't guess, it must be Ding Haijun! They have turned their backs!"
Yao Yun was suddenly alert, and then issued orders one after another: "The soldiers are wearing armor, the archers are gathering to the north, the cavalry is on standby in the south... All units are preparing for war, and those who act rashly will be killed!"
It's easy to give orders, but with so many soldiers and such a large area of the camp, how can we do it quickly?
While his orders were being passed from level to level, the cavalry had already rushed to the nearby area along the gentle beach next to the dense water. The fire wave subsided slightly behind the remaining veins of Zhanri Ridge, and then it was like being washed away after a heavy rain.
Like a flash flood from a dam, it crossed the hillside and rushed down from top to bottom.
On the hillside, there were two sentry cavalry arranged by Yao Yun in advance. One of the two teams of cavalry faced each other head-on, while the other slapped their horses and fled. No matter what choice they made, the fire surged and roared along the way, and occasionally there were cracking waves and waves.
The enemy was defeated. The six hundred cavalrymen cheered and rode up, and the waves behind them pushed forward the waves in front. The momentum was overwhelming!
The two armies were twenty miles apart. Li Ting's troops were not sprinting at full speed. In the middle of a section of valleys and ravines, everyone dismounted and led their horses on foot. It was not until this moment that they were less than a mile away from Yao Yun's camp.
Get on your horse and sprint with all your strength.
Li Ting had two servant horses with him, so he sprinted the fastest.
He used the momentum of his horse to knock away two infantrymen who were trying to intercept him, and rushed towards the camp behind the formation without stopping.
Around the main entrance in front of the camp, a dozen red-coated soldiers had just opened the camp door so that their comrades could go out to form array. At this moment, they heard the officers shouting and hurriedly closed the two wooden doors creaking inward.
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However, the Ding navy cavalry rushed in like a whirlwind, swords and guns raised, and they were immediately cut into pieces.
The next moment, four or five war horses neighed and jumped up in front of the camp gate, kicking their front hooves wildly. With a loud bang, the two camp gates that had not yet been closed were knocked out and flew inward. The knights crowded around like wolves and tigers.
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Li Ting followed them and rushed into the camp. An officer of the Red Coat Army ran out from the camp gate and stabbed Li Ting's horse with his sword. Li Ting slashed with the sword from top to bottom and cut it open with one blow.
His felt hat cut his face into two sections.
The man cried out in pain and fell to the ground, still struggling. He was trampled by countless horse hooves from behind, screamed in agony, and died immediately.
In the past year, most of the financial and material resources that Guo Ning obtained through various means were invested in the construction of the army, and the 600 cavalry under Li Ting's command were all selected elites.
In comparison, the thousands of people under Yao Yun's command are nothing more than armed farmers.
The Red Coat Army controls most of Shandong and naturally has financial resources, but they have never been able to establish an effective political power. Therefore, the process of absorbing financial and material resources is to divide profits from bottom to top, and the distribution process is also automatic.
Moisturizing is divided heavily from top to bottom.
After peeling it off twice, how many can actually be used in the army?
At this time, the two parties were fighting, and Li Ting's troops had the upper hand. The cavalry only charged once, and scattered all the soldiers arrayed outside the camp. When the second and third charges were made, a group of armored soldiers gathered to the north of the camp.
The soldiers were also defeated and scattered, fleeing in despair.
But Li Ting was very clever. He knew that the cavalry's gallop would be restricted further into the camp. So he stopped attacking and rode back, leading his men to withdraw from the camp.
Retreat on the slope.
While riding his horse, he said to his companions: "Those who need to change horses should quickly change their horses, and those who are tired should dismount and rest. Don't hold on. The rest of the people wave flags and shout to lure all the troops in the camp out to kill!"
Sure enough, seeing that this fierce cavalry was finally forced to retreat, the defenders in the camp rolled around and gathered and began to form formation.
At least two to three thousand people rushed out from numerous tents on the west side of the camp and merged into the east side of the camp, facing the direction of Li Ting's troops.
This is Qiu Huiluo's opportunity.
Li Ting raised his hand and signaled: "Cast Ming Dy!"
The dynamite flew into the sky, and the sharp sound penetrated into the night, and could be heard far and near.
Fifteen miles west of the battlefield, under the dark walls of the cities, there were originally open streets, as well as large ruins that were destroyed by the war and have never been repaired.
At this time, the entire area was filled with people. Many people were wearing red military robes. In the vast night, the red was not bright, not like fire, but more like blood, like numbers.
The lowly and dirty blood of ordinary people who have been insulted and trampled on for ten years.
Yang Miaozhen stood among these people, surrounded by countless people.
She tilted her head, listening to the sharp sound that rose and then disappeared. People around her also imitated her and listened attentively.
